A lamp next to the nightstand crashes to the ground. Snapping Dante out of his sleep. He scans the dark room for any sign of life. His gut starts to churn, alerting him of an immediate danger. The girl from the bar was lying next to him, still asleep. His instincts were screaming danger.
Dante, still half naked, compels his ring blink to teleport him to his closet. He didn't want to make any noise and startle the woman sleeping peacefully in his bed. Although Dante didn't care much about her comfort, it would be highly annoying if a panicking civilian disturbed his battle.
He puts on the cloak of midnight, which begins to conform to his body. He looked silly with nothing on but his long coat and boxers. However, his appearance comes second to anyone foolish enough to enter a wolf's den. Grabbing his ebony long-pole katana. Dante presses his thumb against the hilt of the sheath. He closes his eyes briefly and tenses all his muscles to enter a state of readiness.
Peering out around the corner, "shit," he curses under his breath.
If only he had grabbed the glasses of truth off the nightstand, he would not have had to stumble through the dark like an idiot. He returns to the bedroom, occasionally closing his eyes to scan for any hint of killing intent or battle aura.
As he entered the bedroom, the woman was still snoring as loud as ever, unaware of the imminent danger. In the middle of the room, a bright white flash of aura shakes the room.
Dante pushes off his left foot and draws his katana with god-like speed, dropping the sheath to the ground. Spinning his body like a twister moving through flat land. His blade meets the intruder's flesh. The sharp blade draws a small drop of blood from the intruder's throat.
"Hello, Michelle. What do I owe the pleasure?" Dante says, irritated, still holding his blade against the director's throat.
"Your fangs are starting to get a bit dull. I could have killed you and this woman around twice. Well, before either of you knew what had happened." The director says in a very playful tone smiling. The white aura around her body begins to heat up.
"Did you know that you have always been one of my favorite cubs? Even now, what do they call you? The hellhound?" She laughs. "I remember when the ferocious hellhound was still my little cub Danteveous."
Dante could feel his blood begin to boil. Only a couple of people in the world could get under his skin. The director is one of those people. He is usually calm, collected, and calculative but rarely emotional.
"You know I hate that name. And yet you insist on calling me that!" Dante says in a low tone, obviously flustered and embarrassed. If his complexion was any lighter. Then his cheeks would be cherry red from embarrassment.
"Oh, don't get all worked up, Danteveous. But I would like to know one thing. How much longer will you be holding this unsightly thing up to my neck?" The shift in her tone brings an ominous feeling of unease in the air.
Her voice exudes an aura so strong Dante's stomach starts churning again. It was as if his body knew what his mind had yet to comprehend. The message his senses were desperately trying to tell him was "run."
A loud shriek rang out from behind him as he lowered his blade.
"What the fuck" the woman from last night said, confused, hugging the sheets to cover her naked body.
" What kind of sick shit are you into? I don't care how hot you are. I'm not into threesomes."
The director snaps her fingers, and the women's clothes float over and land on her lap. " I see you're still sleeping with these random women to avoid confronting your past."
Her look was as disapproving as it was equally amused.
Dante replies casually, "It's not random. She is a beautiful young lady, and I am allowed to have fun. So bite me!"
The director raises her eyebrow. "Oh, really, then what's her name?"
Dante pauses for a second scratching his head.
"Do you take me as some thoughtless asshole? I met Rylee last night at the bar. Where we clicked and formed an instant mental connection. So I brought her home where we could connect physically to complete the bond." Dante smiles, pulling his dreads back into a ponytail.
He was Obviously feeling satisfied with his answer. The woman, almost fully clothed, pulls the lamp out of the socket from the other dresser and chucks it at Dante's head. Dante ducks in the knick of time.
"My name is Sarah, you Bastard! Ugh, this will be the last time I go home with someone just because of a cute smile and washboard abs." She storms towards the exit and pulls her shirt over her head.
"Hey, don't be like that. Wait up. Rylee, you're forgetting your purse." Dante points at the purse sitting next to the closet. The woman huffs, spinning around to glare at Dante while grabbing her purse.
"Hey, don't look at me like that. Why don't you let me make you some breakfast." The woman, not even looking back, slams the door behind her.
"Anyway, put on some pants. I need to talk to you about something, which is hard to do when you look like an idiot." The director twirls her finger, and a pair of black cargo pants shoot out from his drawer.
"Well, maybe if you don't barge into my home in the middle of the night. Flying around like the damn tooth fairy. Then I will have on pants." Dante starts pulling up his pants.