“The final thing to remember when fighting a lycan, is that they are fast and deceptive. If you have proven that they can’t get you from the front, they will try and feign to the side and try to flank you. The easiest way is to just cut them down from the beginning, but if the fight lasts, expect them to go for your sides. And NEVER let them get behind you, or your dead.” Dante finished describing his tactics to the lovely young vampire. Now that she wasn’t starving, she had a lovely fragrance about her, almost a vanilla scent.
Like the stench of manure washing over a spring meadow, he could smell her “teacher” coming down the hall. Melody’s head twitched ever so slightly as she heard the soft foot falls. “Hmm, I wonder what he’s going to teach me today?” she said more as a statement than a question.
“Can’t you smell that,” Dante wrinkled his nose, “smells like shit soaked in vinegar.”
“Excuse me, what are you talking about,” Melody looked at him quizzically.
“Ugh, you vampires are lucky, don’t have near as strong a nose as I do.” Dante stated as he covered his nose with his shirt. Damn, I don’t smell like daisies either, he thought to himself. “Do you ever bathe, or do you just wallow in the sewers every day?” the bear hollered out. He turned to see the sub-vampire Pilot walk into the room with a smug look on his face. “Hmm, looks like you ran into Elseron’s axe again. I don’t know what he calls it; Belinda is a good name for it. I knew a Belinda once, she was a bitch, and her nails could cut just like that.” Dante thought out loud, scratching his scruffy beard. Time to shave again, starting to look like a mountain man.
“Your no spring chicken yourself Beast, and your just odd.” Pilot told Dante in a ‘you’re nothing more than dirt under my nail’ tone of voice. “Leave before I remove you.” That set off the bear off.
Closing the few feet between them in a fraction of a second, Dante had Pilot by the throat held feet off the floor. “Watch how you talk to me,” he growled, “I’m not one to care for blood, but I’ve always wondered what vampire blood tastes like.” Taking a deep sniff of Pilots clothing, “Piss me off and you’ll find out just how much a Beast I am.” Tossing him across the room like a rag doll, Dante took a couple steps toward the door, and turned, “I would hate for your lovely smelling wife to lose her love, of course I doubt Phaedos would mind.” The blow had been struck, and it hit hard.
Pilot rose to his feet rubbing his throat, “You mongrel, I’ll cut your heart from your chest for that.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, they were black as coal.
The scent changed in an instant, Dante hadn’t smelt that in a very long time. “So you get your powers from the Underworld. Hmm, if you insist on losing your life again, tell the Ferryman I’ll spend my time up here thank you very much.” In an instant his human 6’6 frame nearly doubled in size as he ripped through his clothing. “I’m no normal lycan you fool,” growled the monstrous bear form of Dante, “If you wish to die, so be it.”
“STOP IT,” screamed Melody at the top of her lungs. “Please just stop it, both of you,” she started to sob. Her plea hit Dante and Pilot at the same time, the bear in front of her shrank back into the naked form of her friend Dante.
He went to her side and knelt down to look her in the face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Please forgive me.”
She couldn’t look at him, “I will, only if you put some clothes on first.” He could see her ears start to turn red. Then the realization hit him like a brick, he was naked as the day he was born. In a flash he was sprinting down the hall toward his room, his pride and joy swinging in the breeze that was created from his swift travel.
Authors note: I had to split my chapter because it would have been far too long and completely unrelated.