“This was not what he told me.”
Caidas chuckled. “Does he ever share with you his plans or is honest with you?”
Violette decided not to answer.
Caidas' shoulders slightly relaxed as he continued, “Nobody knows I have the real one. It was part of our agreement, making Vampire Slayer unattainable. While everyone thinks Dante has it – it safely lays here. I wouldn't want a lethal vampire weapon to be in a human world.”
Violette raised her chin. “And why do you tell me all of it?”
“Because I want you to take it,” he said, his eyes found hers.
“Excuse me?” She backed up in the backrest of the chair.
He took two steps to her and offered her the dagger.
“I want you to save it for me. And,” he paused, “perhaps, to use it.”
Violette shot her gaze from the silver blade of the dagger to the vampire's face. Her pupils widened, brows knitted together, lips parting in confusion.
“I don't think I understand you,” Violette nearly whispered.
Caidas looked at her thoroughly – she fully understood what he meant.
“I think you do. I want you to kill Dante.” Words fell like a stone.
She pressed her back into the chair tightly, wishing to dissolve in it. “Are you insane?”
“Violette,” he started as he walked to the table and faced her again. “As I said, caring about others is my duty. I built a whole kingdom for vampires, set the rules. Here they are under my control. And Dante is a threat to everything I did to keep people safe, as well as giving vampires a life not much worse than the one they had as humans. Dante ruins everything he touches and I do not have the luxury of fixing it again and again. You will release a disaster in the world. But you also have a chance to not do it.” His eyes slid to the Vampire Slayer in his hand.
“I'm not a murderer,” Violette pressed, her eyes glaring.
“Of course you are not. You will be a savior.”
She didn't like how it sounded despite the meaning behind this word. She still saw it as just her taking life and she didn't want it, she knew she wasn't able to do such a crime.
“Maybe you're wrong about it,” the words fell from her lips. “I don't know him much, but it seems he just wants to be free. He's pretentious and apathetic, and some of his actions are questionable but I don't think he seeks destruction.”
“Violette, Dante will shred the peace into flinders. He's already broken and wants to break others as well. People like him find peace in ruining other lives, so they don't feel as lonely.”
Lonely.Dante seemed to relish solitude, it scarcely weighed on his soul. However if he truly wished to stay this way, he wouldn't be so eager to remove his mask. Maybe he wanted to be a part of this world. Ahumanworld.
“And you think killing him will be a good idea?” Violette frowned, she couldn't believe he was asking her about such a disgusting and soul dirtying offer.
“To save the lives of hundreds and thousands.”
Her nails dug into the chair’s arms. “No…It's not right. I don't want to.” The unbreakable decisiveness scattered throughout her voice.
“You said you can't break the deal. Killing him you will no longer be in debt, as well as it will help me, and save many people. This world can survive the death of one vampire, and believe me it will breathe a sigh of relief.”
She looked at him as he extended the hilt to her again. Her gaze dipped to her reflection, eyes glowing in the silver light of the blade.
“I just hope you're kind enough to understand me, because I already know you're smart enough,” he affirmed.
They definitely sawkindnessdifferently.
“Why do other vampires hate Dante?” she finally asked. If they were so frank right now, she deserved to know the truth.
“They have their reasons. Believe me.”
