Wild side; Giovanna

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Dante sank into the depths of the white couches spread around the room. Tucked into a corner, the colorful lights barely shone on him, only reaching far enough to creep up his leg if he shifted his weight. But even covered in darkness, he had a clear view of the room. How many times had he come here? How many young women had he seduced? He winced as some of the more painful memories popped into the front edge of his brain, eyes travelling over to the different areas where he had felt a hand cross his face; and felt the woosh of air as the hand passed by a second time. But he had always shaken those memories off... taking them as bad luck that night. Heck... he could have worked a charm on those 'wonderful' ladies, one that would have them forgetting that night. After all... that charm seemed his speciality. Still, the talent he had with it didn't stop him from hesitating to ponder the fairness of it's use, and causing him to mumble to himself that it should only be used in the most dire situations. Leaving him... and his face often red, possibly bruised and flushed with anger. His eyes continued to scan the room despite this though, gazing around for a familiar face to avoid, or a timid face that would present his next victim. His body itching for attention.

He allowed himself a moments distraction, gazing down into the cold drink that rested lightly in his hands. Raising it to his mouth, and feeling the cool liquid slide down on its path to his stomach. He readied himself for the time when it would seep into his blood stream and wake his brain... Turning the already annoyed Dante, into the man (some women called 'the beast') that would jump up from the comforts of the couch, and seek a victim who would take him somewhere... more... comfortable. That was all he called them now. Victims. He knew their names for a night... no more... no less. They were victims of temptation and cravings... one that was already carving at his very being. And tonight, that craving would be gone... it was just a matter of time.

And so, he waited. And waited. Eyes scanning, throat burning, lips touching the cool glass that always seemed to remain full... He waited. Lights flashing, hands twitching, eyes barely blinking. Waiting for that moment when he would lay eyes on his next girl.



Tag: ~Giovanna Carmella Greene!!!
Words: 421
Notes: I managed to crop up muse, AND sound like a creeper! Woot!!! =P

[xxkaitlinxx]

How she loved the color white. standing in the bathroom looking at herself in the full length mirro, GIovanna realized just how much she did like this praticular basic color on herself. not being super dark, white always did work weel. Rubbing the dress down flat on her stomach, she managed to fix the bottom of it which was about mid thigh, and fix the black oversized belt that was being used, not to hold her dress up but right over the torso to well just get it a different look. her hair was tousled slightly and down on her face slightly pinned to the side, as she smiled tilting her head to the side. she looked great, for what gio didnt know, but she did. it wasnt like she had major plans tonight. oh no she was just out having a great time taking a break from work, but that didnt mean she didnt want to look good. every since her looks seemed to blossum in her seventh year, she loved to use them as much as she could.tonight was no exeption to this either. even if she would only go, sit around the lounge mingle a bit, and have a few drinks. it wasnt like she was hear to get laid, or find a sex partner for the night. not saying she couldnt, but that just wasnt her.

rubbing her lips together that contained the faint red lipstick, gio stepped out of the restroom looking absolutely gorgeous. With her black heels moving against the floor she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear as she made her way into the lounge, grabbing a drink from the bar, holding it in her hand sipping it slowly as her honey colored eyes skimmed across the room. looking for just where she wanted to go, but thats when the spotted him. dante. oh how she didnt mind not seeing him for a few years now. how she didnt mind one bit that it seemed that he forgot about her.a ll of that didnt matter to her. she could care less about that man, and seeing him here now, she knew one thing she wasnt going to do, and thats let him see her. So turning around, Gio made her way to the oppsite side of the room sitting in the far corner, not looking up she just sippe don her drink. glimpsing up every few moments to make sure that he hadnt spotted her. but then again, this room wasnt all to crowded tonight. if only... wait thats it.

with her drink finished, gio found herself standing back up and headed for the exit. tonightt wasnt the night she wanted to get back into it with the man from her past. she knew what he did. how he treated woman, and how he treated her. she didnt want to revist those memeories. even if some of them werent all that bad. he well, he was ok at times. but 99 percent of the time he was just the same old dante. with her head down and her heels clicking lightly against the floor GIo just walked for the exit, not wanted to be stopped...but you dont always get what you want.

notes: sorry about mistakes on my phone
words: idk
tags: dante

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And finally he found her. His eyes rested on a girl in white, a black band around the thinner part of her body, just above her hips. Her heel's click joined in with the soft murmur of the lounge, that remained barely full. His eyes narrowed slightly as he squinted to see her face more clearly. A nagging feeling coming from the back of his mind, begging him to remember. But what he was supposed to remember... was beyond him. Had he gone through her before? Was she a regular here? But both questions seemed to have a negative response, saying that that was not it. He sipped his glass quickly, taking only a second to divert his eyes. But apparently a second was all that she had needed. He looked up just as she diverted her eyes, missing his chance to catch her eyes.

But she had been looking... or had she? He frowned as she turned swiftly and walked away, heels clicking their way towards the door. But... why would someone have one drink and leave? Why would they run after seeing him? Not many would run from him if they recognized him... sure, they would come up to him and slap him or share a few 'pieces of their mind'... words he had heard all too many times; but never had someone run from him. He was called an ass... a user... a player... but never anything that had any cause to run from him. Not for a long time anyways.

It had been a long time since he had laid more than a rough hand on a woman. He had broken the truest temptation of evil, one that had held him captive for many years. For years he had not been able to hold his temper when a woman said something less than pleasing. And... he had gained a little bit of a reputation for himself. A reputation that was soon hushed up by the same devil that ran his wand hand and his right arm. A never ending trend... that had controlled his life for a long time.

Deadly with both wand and balled up fist, he had found his strength increasing, and soon found it too dangerous for him to let his anger free. Something he had to either learn to reign in, or face the consequences that had seemed to dissipate with yet another circle of threats. But finally he had broken that course. Forcing himself to confine himself, or not allow his temper (and the devil) get the best of him.

And so he had learned to contain himself... but he had learned that a long time ago. Yes a few hits had happened since then... but they were rare, and often earned. But why then was this woman running from him? Or was he? He blinked and stood. Taking the few strides that it took to cross the room quickly, he touched a light hand to the woman's shoulder. "Excuse me, but you are not leaving yet are you? It seems you c-" He broke off, finally getting a good look at her face. Frozen in place, his smile that had been bright on his face, dropped instantly. This was why she had run... But... she should have moved on... ... His brain frozen he struggled to come up with her name. The one that had been in the back of his brain for years.

"I-I... wow. Im sorry... Gio... I didn't recognize you... r-right away anyways." He snapped his hand- that he had not realized remained resting on her shoulder- off, and let it drop at his side. Guilt seemed to seep into him from every pore in his body. "P-please... come sit?" He didn't know why he said this, all he wanted to do was get away from this situation, and stop the anger from flowing into his brain-along with guilt, pain, and horrible memories. No, they were not all bad... none the less... He shook his head silently. Scanning her face, and her body. He remembered the bruises... and shuddered, remembering the fact that he was the one who had placed them on the now clear white skin. "I-" He caught the look on her face and fell silent.



Tag: Gio
Words: 721 ^^
Note: Heh... looking longer than the first... oops. lol sorry tired. If its rambling i appologize =P

[xxkaitlinxx]

why did this happen to her? why did she have to choose tonight to come out alone. why did she choose this night to come out and happen to run into non other than probably the worst part of her past. why? why did jonathon leave her suddenly nowhere to be found, just to fall into the abusive relationship she had with dante here. why did all that happen? why is it happening to her now? those where all reasonable questions that where running through her head at this moment in time. standing here with her back to him, her heart completely stopped, metaphorically speaking. he... was touching her. even in this gentle state with her eyes closed she only saw one thing. she only saw the first and only man to ever lay a hand on her. she could see him all those yearsago as his hand rose hitting her leaving who knows how many bruises. why did he have to be like thaat? be such a jackass, such a dick, so abussive and then show up the next day being sweet? how could he do that? how could he do that to her? giovanna didnt think she deserved that in any since. but there she was for months apon months not being able to get away from him, because she simply couldnt make herself leave him. he just... apart of him, that dominat side of her had an effect on her. making young giovanna unable to even attempt to fight back to him.

that was then, this is now. with his hand gripping her shoulder lightly, he seemed to catch a look of her, her face turning along with the rest of her body. gio's honey colored eyes going up to his, the fear of what he might do very relevant on her face, her arm going to cross her stomach holding her side as her eyes deverted to the ground. what did he want. "didnt recognize me not covered in brusies did you?" what was she saying?! closing her eyes she cursed under her breath, not even looking up at him she just listened to him, before she knew it he was saying sorry? his hand fell and then he asked for her to sit... this wasnt right, but as much as she wanted to say no, as much as she wanted to fight back before she could realize it a yes came out of her mouth. how could he still have that grip on her even after these years, but all she could think about was what he was going to do if she said no.

she couldnt make herself look at him. every bit of confidence that she had built over the years seemed to melt in a since right then. why? why was she so damn weak? this wasnnt right. she shouldnt be willingly agreeing to go and sit with him. not after what he ddid. not after what he put her through. it wasn't normal. she wasnt right around him. hell nothing seemed right at this moment. not her thoughts atleast. hearing him start to say something she looked up, that look still on her face as she blinked a few times, apparantly that shut him up? wait... did he actually feel somewhat bad for doing that to her all those years ago. with her teeth biting down on her lip. "what... i... what were you saying?" her voice soft as her eyes lingered on his face for the longest moment. moving to his lips then his eyes. even if he was a dick he was attractive, in a very very deadly since. question was...how deadly was he feeling tonight?

notes: this sucks sorry babe
tags: dante

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"Didn't recognize me not covered in bruises did you?" He flinched, A small flare of anger coming up and biting him in the butt. He fought to push the old urge to slap her, down. Bewildered by the fact these old instincts were coming back... coming back to haunt him. He nodded faintly to her response, not trusting his words in this fraction of a second. Better instincts lead him to offer his arm as he led her to his couch, but his arm soon dropped, thinking he was lucky enough she was going to sit with him, let alone touch him. He flinched again slightly, glad to have his back to her as his face twisted in a mix of emotions. But when he turned back to her, his face was a plain canvass... or so he hoped. He sat, offering the seat next to him on the white couch. Catching her eye, a pang of guilt flashed through him, added to the fact it seemed that she... expected something? What was she expecting? Some long drawn out apology? Yeah... he felt guilty... but he had never been one for apologies, and she already got one, so hell, he was not going to give her another. Let alone drawn- He caught himself mid-thought, realizing his old familiar friend (hate) had come back to play. He sighed, and stopped his hand from resting on her leg, keeping both rested in his lap, drink sitting abandoned. Silence was thick in the air, and it soon turned uncomfortable.

"Uh... glad to see your doing alright. I admit, you certainly do look like you have grown." He flinched, hoping she didn't take that into the wrong context. "I... I mean, maturity wise..." He shook his head, and tried again, "I mean you look..." Dante sighed heavily. "Damnit. You get what I mean..." So he hoped anyways... He shifted in his seat, almost able to feel the tension in the air.H reached over and grasped his forgotten glass, bringing it to his lips and ignoring the warm liquid as it traveled down his throat. He glanced around the room subconsciously. Wishing silently that for once he had not jumped up and called out.


Tag: Gio = <3's
Words: 371
Note: Slightly shorter... but i needs your input =P I have a feeling dante might have a freak out on his hands. lol

[xxkaitlinxx]

giovanna didnt come over to sit with this man to get an apology. she knew a real apology was something that was out of that mans range. he couldnt give a real apoplgy if he wanted to. what a dick. gio had met a few guys over the year, most of them really great to her until she met him. dante was the only man to ever lay a hand on him. dante was the only one who ever forced her to do anything, he was the only one who ever had that grip that she just couldnt get away from, which seemed to be the problem here. still to this day not being able to get away, what kind of shit was that. sitting there with her leg crossed over her knee, she just let out a sigh as she glanced at him before down at her knees. pulling her dress down as it rose up a bit, that wasnt what she needed or wanted, defiantly with the awkardness that was going through the room at this point intime. the awkwardness with them, was it normal?

glancing at him ever so seldomlyshe couldnt help but think of all the things that had happened between them. what went on behind the closed common room doors. how he was relentless to let up on her, no matter what she did. well besides those few moments that he did manage to be a softer sweeter side, but that was then. and giovanna wasnt to sure if he was capable of changing that. with him mumbling about something she couldnt help but laugh before taking his glass finishing the alcohol inside of it placing the glass on the floor. "Im surprised you even recognized me. i mean come on its been what three years since you saw me? when i was still broken? bruised... unconfident. you know what i want to know?? why in the hell did you do i? i mean what did i ever do to you to get dragged into that? because i sure as hell did not deserve it. i didnt deserve to be pushed around, hit, yelled at over hardly anything. you where a dick and im pretty sure you didnt change much. hell i dont think your capable of change... probably why your in here now. scoping out your next victim. looking for another defenseless girl to push around. because that is how you roll right? you cant handle anyone who could fight you back. not man enough for that. no hell your not a man at all..."

ok where in the hell did all that come from? giovanna did not know at all. all she knew was one moment she was thinking it and the next moment it was flowing out of her mouth. damn... looking at him another moment she quickly ordered another drink downning it quickly. she really didnt want to be super sober for anything he might say...

notes: it sucks....

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She downed the last of his glass, and placed it on the floor. He smiled inwardly, allowing the corners of his mouth to twitch in response. The reaction dying quickly as she spoke. Her emotions seemed to flare from curiosity, to anger, to demand and back again. A torrent of emotions going around in cirlces until she looked like she was both going to cry and hit him... or just blow up... He flinched once again as her tone turned full circle, and put up his hands, trying to stop her flow of words for even a second so he could speak. But it seemed it could not be stopped until it was finished. Sitting there, he stared at her wide eyed as her emotions and words hit him hard core. He thought... that if he left her alone she would heal. And that her life would be... well, better without him. But then what was this? Clearly he had been wrong. He flinched away from her words, trying to block them out, and yet realizing that he should actually hear them... Regret and remorse filling him to the core. But the last of her words bubbled up a new emotion... One he had known well a long time ago... And it seemed to bubble over.

"STOP ALRIGHT?" He demanded, hands in the air. "THAT IS FREAKING ENOUGH!!" Inside he felt her pain, and that part of him screamed out to stop yelling, to stop, to back away before he did something he would regret even more... But that rational side of him was pushed to the side, anger and regret boiling into a dangerous mixture of remorse, pain, and fury. "YOU WANT TO PUNCH ME? HERE IS MY ARM. BUT DONT YOU DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!" He paused, breath coming out in harsh segments, and pulse beating, he lowered his voice to a dangerous level. "I have changed... you have no RIGHT to say that i haven't. You DONT know me anymore... and if that is how you freaking feel about me punch me and move on girl, because it has been 3 freaking years. You should have gotten over it by now." He spat out the words, hardly knowing what he was saying as something in the back of his mind told him that he was attracting glances from around the room. His fingers twitched... an old need coming back, yearning to wrap his hands around her neck to silence the words that scorned him.

He could barely contain himself when she downed another drink. SHE needed a drink?? SHE NEEDED A DRINK??? He waved his hand and demanded another, pushing coins into the waitress's hand with a little more force than necessary. He glared down at Gio, trying to force his emotions to calm down. His heart seemed to want to leap out of his chest for how hard it was pounding. The glances from around the room subsided as he silenced the words that wanted to flow from his mouth. In the back of his mind a tiny voice leap up in the silence. You are going to regret that... Thats going to hurt her... You are going to regret that later... He flinched slightly as he realized the voice was right.


Tag: GIO!
Words: 551
Note: eh. lol