“I'm not going to hurt anyone, the witch girl won't let me. She's very strict when it comes to torturing people.” He glanced sideways at Violette with an almost offended grimace.
Violette ignored him on purpose.
“Well, I have something from my own collection. But I need to know what you can offer me.” Lamia waved her hand.
“Offer to you?” Violette startled. “What could we possibly give you?”
“Come on, it seemed to me that you both got along so well that you could help us just like that. As your new friend.” Dante tossed the figurine in the air.
“Sorry, honey, I like you, but I don't like him,” the woman pointed out.
“Well, that's a common occurrence.” Violette rolled her eyes with a smile on the corners of her mouth. “I actually don't blame you.”
“And what do you want?” Dante asked directly.
“You know what,” the witch said, an insolent smile shining on her gloomy face.
The vampire sighed in annoyance, and then hopped off the table and rolled the sleeve of his shirt.
Lamia came out to meet him from behind the counter and handed him a large needle – unlikely for sewing.
Taking the needle from her hands he nearly hissed “You are so calculating” and thrust it into his index finger.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Blood gushed down his palm.
“I'm just looking for benefits – it's a business.” The woman smiled slyly, handing him a flask.
Dante placed it under his finger and the liquid quickly began to fill the small container.
“Why do you need his blood?” Violette fluttered her lashes. “Do you want to protect yourself from the vampire luring?”
“Luring?” Lamia’s forehead creased. “Oh no, vampire blood is incredibly rare and an extraordinarily special ingredient. You can't even imagine how much it can be useful in the field of potion making.”
“I hope I don't meet my clone one day thanks to you,” Dante murmured, wiping his hand with a cloth.
“God forbid, never!” She jolted. “This world cannot stand two like you, and neither can I. How do you even tolerate him?” Her eyes run to Violette.
“I wouldn't be sure she tolerates me,” Dante's voice intervened, drawing their attention. He looked quite serious again. “She is too talkative and likes to bother me with questions all the time.Hard to believe, but she barely can stand me, right, Little Witch?”
“Hard to believe?” Violette sneered, meeting his gaze.
“Yes, because I am so charming and handsome,” he counted airily and drew Lamia's attention back. “And while Violette claims my presence irritates her, it’s undeniable that she actually enjoys my company.”
“I'm going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Violette commented at last.
“Uhh, isn't he just so delusional?” Lamia taunted.
“Said the witch who believed a vampire could fall in love with a human,” he chided.
Lamia's face pulled in a frown. “I was young and stupid and didn’t know your species are not able to love. Don't worry I learned my lesson and will never make this mistake again.”
“Oh, no vampire will look at your wrinkles now," he commented and the witch shot him a vicious smile.
