Bite Me

Rose Stained Red

I bit my lip, the dress far beyond what I was used to.

It was a deep blue and was similar to the one had I had previously been wearing, but had no sleeves and the bodice was laced in the front.

"This is stupid," I said, smoothing the ruffles again.

The dress reached up to my feet, gently brushing the floor.

"Do you make a habit out of talking to yourself?" Dante asked.

I spun round, surprised to see him in my room.

"What are you going here?" I asked, surprised to see him in a suit.

"Like it? It's for the dinner tonight," he said, smiling at me.

His suit was pure black, only his shirt was white, matching his hair.

"You're coming to it? I gathered that...well that..." I let my voice trail off and looked at the ground.

"The others don't like me? They don't," he said, sitting on my bed.

"Yet you still insist on going to dinner with them?" I replied, sitting next to him.

"I insist on being civil. And if that includes dinner with the people who hate me, then so be it. I have no grudge against them," he replied, staring at me as he smiled.

I watched him, surprised by his answer.

"What of you?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.

"What of me?" I asked.

"You've been here for no more than a day, yet I smelt almost six different scents on you. And there's a fear in your eyes that tells me you've seen too much," he said, matter-of-factly.

"Fear? I have no fear," I said simply.

He laughed softly, shaking his head.

"I should have known. Pardon my mistake," he laughed.

"I forgive you," I said.

He laughed and I couldn't help but stare at his perfect dimples.

He caught me looking and winked, laughing louder as I blushed, looking away.

"You look amazing by the way," he said, standing up.

I smiled at him as he held out a white rose, seemingly conjuring it from nothing but air.

"A lovely flower for the lovely lady," he said, bowing.

I took the flower, surprised.

"How..." I asked , turning the rose over.

"Magic my dear lady," he winked, standing up.

I turned the rose again, bringing it up to my nose to smell it.

"Ow!" I cried, dropping the rose.

I held my finger, blood welling at the tip from where the thorn had pricked me.

"Are you ok?" Dante asked, kneeling before me and taking my hand.

"Uh...yeah," I said, surprised as he put my finger to his lips.

He gently sucked, drawing out even more blood as his eyes flared gold.

"Delicious," he murmured, pulling away.

He leaned in again and I pulled away, biting my lip.

"You're not supposed to do that," I said quietly, remembering how possessive Axsel was of me with the others.

He seemed to notice me for the first time and let go of my hand, moving away.

"Uh I'm-I...that was rude of me. I got carried away and...I should go," he said, standing up and backing away.

I said nothing as he turned and left, closing the door behind him, the only sign he had ever been here a single white rose laying on the floor.