Revenge is Justice: A Creepypasta O.C.

Chapter6).

Vesta woke up in the middle of the night. Her breathing was heavy as the dream she had earlier flushed her memory. The children surrounded her bed. Their eyes. It seemed as though they had been plucked out and were bleeding. The kids appeared as if they had just crawled out of an old, black and white photo. Vesta attempted to sit up but it was in vain. Someone was holding her down. She started to panic and yell for Dante or Sam, that was until she realized that it was Dante. His arm was slung around her. That's when it all started coming back to her. She'd woken up from a dream and she was crying. Though she was awake, it was as if her body was asleep. She remembered Dante scooping her up and holding her close; he laid her down and wrapped her up in his arms. She remembered how safe she had felt, and how long she had wanted this. She wasn't scared anymore so she'd fallen asleep. She smiled and rolled over to face Dante. She examined him as he slept, her mind aroused by the fact that Dante was in the same bed as her. She took her hand and nimbly swept a strand of hair from his eyes. She eyed his lips, they were thin but they were full and looked soft. She bit her lip and contemplated her next move. She knew what she wanted to do; she wanted this so bad. Her mind flooded with anxious questions. What if he woke up? Would this be considered as him cheating on Ivy? Did this make her a bad person? She finally pushed away her thoughts. She was gonna steal what she wanted, even if Dante wouldn't remember this magical moment. She leaned in and cautiously pecked his lips. Dante mumbled something, and Vesta slowly recoiled as Dante kept mumbling. Dante suddenly pulled Vesta close and his words became clear enough to understand. "Kiss me, Ivy" Vesta bit her lip again, but harder this time. She wasn't Ivy, but she wasn't gonna shy away at this opportunity. She kissed him again, Dante unconsciously parted his lips and welcomed her in. His tongue snaked slowly into her mouth, almost teasingly. Vesta was astonished. She was actually starting to question weather he was actually asleep or not. If he kissed this good in his sleep, she moaned at the thought of his kissing skill while he was awake. Literally, she moaned aloud, but hushed herself just as suddenly. She wanted him so bad she couldn't stand it. The room around her swirled, and her breathing was deep. She loved this feeling, but she knew if she didn't stop now she wouldn't be able to help herself. She pulled away from his lips, then left a kiss on his forehead. She smiled and buried her face in his neck as she hugged him close. She breathed out her words, "I love you Dante." She didn't wait for a reply, because she didn't expect one. She smiled broadly. Her night had just been made. She was comfortable and soon drifted back to sleep.

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Dante was ripped from his sleep as the comforters was pulled off of him, his eyes squinting to block out the sun. "Wake up lazy asses!" Sam's voice was amplified by her yelling. Vesta's sat up and looked over at Dante, suddenly remembering last night. Dante turned to her, Vesta knew he was probably trying to figure out what had happened last night. She blushed as his eyes locked on her's. Sam took Dante's arm, "Good morning handsome." She said walking him to the door. Vesta watched Sam as she mouthed playfully, "You little hoe." She then pushed Dante gently through the threshold back to his room, "Go get you a shower, you smell like a man." Closing the door behind Dante, she rushed to Vesta's side. "You'd better tell me everything."

Dante stumbled back into his motel room as the door slammed shut behind him. What the hell was that about, he thought. Well, since he was up and walking he thought he might as well get a shower. He unpacked a new pair of clothes, laid them on one of the beds, then slipped into the bathroom. The walls were just the same in the bathroom as they were in the other room. White and naked, all except a mirror that hung over a marble sink. The floor was a dark gray tile. He followed the tile to a hot tub. He sighed, this trip just getting better and better for him. He slipped out of his jeans and turned the water, making sure it was hot, but not too hot to burn him. He eased his body into the water then laid his head back. It had been so long since he could just sit back and relax. The bubbles massaged his skin and pulled him deeper into a tranquility he didn't know was possible. He was free from the nagging of his mother, the worrying of Ivy, his grades. It was beautiful. This weekend was the best he'd had so far. Too bad he would have to leave tomorrow morning. He took the thought and pushed it to the back of his mind. Yeah he'd have to go in the morning, but he was gonna party tonight. So hard that the whole Playboy Mansion would get jealous. Dante washed his self and hair then climbed out of the tub, draining the water as he got out. He ferociously dried his hair with a towel, then his body. When he was done he wrapped it around his waist and strode slowly into the other room after snatching his jeans from the floor. He threw the jeans aside then slipped into the clothes he'd picked out previously. He wore a long sleeved, black t-shirt that had a 'Day of the Dead' skull on it. The skull clenched a red rose between it's teeth. His jeans were ripped to the point of almost no return, but he still pulled the look off. Suddenly he heard his name being called from the other room. He stepped into Vesta and Sam's room, not really knowing what to expect. He was three steps in when the smell of cheap perfume pierced his nose. He them remembered that he needed to put deodorant on himself before they felt. "How do I look?" It was Vesta's voice he heard as she stepped out of the bathroom. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, a few strands of hair hung around her face. Her makeup was dark, but equally beautiful. Her lips were now red, very different from their usual pale pink. She wore a purple shirt with glitter skulls dotting it, the bows they wore on their head was pink. The black skinny jeans she wore were the same choppy cut up fashion as Dante's, just not as bad. Dante looked her up and down; he was speechless. This was way out of Vesta's fashion style, but yet she rocked it better than her sister, who was the punk queen (or so she liked to think). "Wow." Dante finally managed to say words. "You look great. You should really rock that style more often." Vesta was blushing notably. "I told you he would like it sis," Sam walked up behind Vesta and wrapped her arms around her before setting her head on Vesta's shoulder. Dante was now aware that Vesta only did this to impress him, he smiled. He was flattered, but he didn't react, only walking up to Vesta and pulling her into a hug. "You look great Vess. Lemme go get ready then we will leave." Dante went and put on deodorant and cologne, then they left.

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They only had two tickets, for Dante and Vesta. Dante knew Vesta felt bad because Sam couldn't go and see the concert, but Sam insisted that she would be alright. That she was probably going to a bar and pick up some hunk. She said it with a conceded tone. Sam dropped the two off in the back of the line that was waiting to get in the building, their tickets in their hands. To Dante, the building resembled an old warehouse. Come soon to find out that it was. Like the motel, the building was brick. Only a single row of six windows on each side of it. Soon the line died down and Dante could here the crowd inside, becoming anxious. Vesta jumped up and down, "I'm so excited!" She was beaming brightly. Dante smiled, he was just as excited but he kept it inside. He was glad that Vesta was happy, and he honestly couldn't think of anyone he would rather spend this day with. Ivy never came to mind, she didn't exists in his mind in this moment. He was free of worrying weather she was still mad at him. He was just free. Once Dante and Vesta was inside the building, there was only the sound of chatter of the other fans, they were all noticeably full of excitement, their bodies were surging with it. Dante looked up to the rafters, spying laser lights that would be shining. Suddenly the lights shut off. Vesta gasped along with the other people of the building. When the lights flickered back on thirty minutes later the band Get Scared was on the wooden stage in the front of the huge room. Dante then found himself in the middle of a screaming crowd of people, lusting for the music they came to hear. Dante or Vesta neither one could quite see the band when they started playing. The strum of the guitar coming from the loud amp reverberated in Dante's chest. Dante suddenly felt Vesta grab his hand. She led Dante through the crowd to the front, toward the stage. Dante could finally see the lead singer, Nicholas Matthews somewhat. His black skinny jeans had horizontal tears down both legs, his white and grey shirt was baggy on him, and his hair was purposely disheveled. The crowd was singing the lyrics along with him. Dante noticed the song to be Voodoo. Blue and yellow lights blinked along with the music. The song wasn't too famous but Dante liked the song just fine. By the time Vesta and Dante got up close to the band, Dante had started singing the song too. He noticed Nicholas Matthew's eyes were two different colors, one hazel and the other white. He had a black hand print painted across his face, it seemed to be reaching across his white eye. Dante looked at Vesta. She was having so much fun, and it made Dante happy to see it. "Hell yeah!" Dante looked over to see a couple a few feet away from them. A guy holding his girlfriend (Dante assumed) on his shoulders, and she was ecstatically gleeful. The girl wore a black tank-top, and universe leggings. Her hair was bleached blonde and a orange beanie topped her head. The guy who held her up seemed to be holding the girl with no effort at all. His brown hair was lifted in the front with hair-glue. Stylish prescription glasses balanced on his nose. He wore dark blue jeans, and a black leather coat slipped over a pink, support breast cancer shirt. Dante smiled faded as he thought about his own relationship. Ivy hadn't even sent one text since he'd been gone. Not even to check up on him. His eyes burned with the threat of tears. His relationship was falling apart; two years down the drain right there. Dante pushed away the negative feelings. He wrapped his arms around Vesta, hugging her from behind. He rested his lips on the back of her head, as Vesta held his arms in place. This was the happiest he had ever been, and he wasn't gonna let a failing relationship ruin it. He'd worry about the consequences when he got back to Burnt Chimney. Tonight was his night and nothing was gonna take that away.