“He's not mine,” she snapped. “And as far as I know he doesn't have friends.”
“Friends…enemies…same thing. From one to another one step, you know.” And as he threw his head back and bared his teeth, Violette’s eyes caught two frontfangs.
She withdrew a step back, hand tightened around the magic wand, extending it against him.
“What do you want? Dante is not here if you are looking for him,” she blew in the air.
“I didn't say I need Dante,” the vampire purred and negligently shoved off forward. “I'm actually here because I wanted to see his new little toy.”
Violette's stomach twisted in absolute disgust.
“I am not anyone's toy and I suggest you to not come closer if you don't want to get to know the ground beneath your feet,” she gritted her teeth.
The stranger laughed. A sharp, merciless sound.
“Oh, I would like to see it.” His back straightened up, he immediately grew taller. “You are a witch but know nothing about vampires, right?”
Violette's browstwisted together. “What do you mean?”
“Magic doesn't work on vampires, silly,” he derided.
No, she felt sinking. It's a lie. Dante would say to her. Right?
“If you think I'd believe any of your words, you are–”
“Then just show me your magic, pet.” The stranger's face lightened up with an amused smile as he shoved his hands into his pockets, drawing a step closer. If she thought Dante was shameless, this guy, right here, was a definition of this word. Selfish, conceited and cavalier.
She couldn't comprehend why Dante wouldn't tell her that magic doesn't work on vampires. She threatened him a few times already. Was he just laughing at her all this time, letting her think she could hurt him?What a stinky bastard!
She didn't finish her little pleasant conversation with the blond vampire as a tall dark-haired figure appeared in front of her.
Dante emerged out of nowhere shielding her from the piercing gaze of the other vampire. And he wasn’t in such a happy mood as his friend…or enemy, or whatever he was.
“Dante, how many years,” the stranger drawled with the same careless smirk.
“Not enough. I'd take a few more. Hundreds,” Dante nearly hissed.
“You have become grumpier.”
“What do you want, Nigel?” Nosight of a smile or any friendly appearance on Dante's face.
“Just wanted to visit an old friend,” he waved and threw his gaze over his shoulder to eye Violette. “And to see his new pet.”
“If you did what you wanted then get lost somewhere else,” Dante grumbled.
“You are so inhospitable, no wonder other vampires don't want to befriend you.”
“Good thing, I don't care. Now, get off,” he trod a step forward, all of his muscles went still. “If I see you near her one more time, you'll see how inhospitable I can really be.”
“Ohh, how unfriendly. I didn't mean to cause drama,” Nigel sang joyfully.
Meanwhile, Violette stood up on her toes to peer over Dante's shoulder. The stranger, as much as in the short time that she managed to dislike him, aroused her interest, or rather, Dante's reaction did. He certainly perceived him as his enemy or a person he least wanted to see. Even Caidas didn't deserve such a threatening look as Nigel.
“I'm not saying goodbye,” Nigel winked to Violette and disappeared into the darkness.
Not a muscle on Dante's face moved, his eyes peered at the spot where the vampire was a second ago.
“Who was–” Violette wasn't quick to say as Dante cut her off.
