The frenzied cocktail of adrenalin and steroids ran havoc through his veins, all of that wanton power furious with his inability to release it. For he knew as soon as the first sobbing plea wailed from her lips that hammering blow would never come. The world’s most treacherous, threatening creature was weeping between his legs, reinforcements armed with tranq darts and restraints were on their way , and he was considering tossing aside the nobility and dignity of his badge for a pair of bubbling lavender eyes… but none of this was paramount to the eye-bleeding rush of TITAN-II’s advanced chemicals.
If I was using this power to rend you limb from limb like I should be, pretty thing, then everything would be fine… but I’m using it to sit on you, so this is going to take a moment to calm down. Through clenched teeth he growled out his next words, reaching down to snap her chin shut for her and place a calloused hand across her mouth. Forcing down the seething rage was as easy as pushing a mountain over with his bare hands, and the last thing he needed was to see his respected and honorable rival weeping to disorient his thoughts.
“Listen, I may have to save your freakish ass and help you get out of here, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.. and it especially doesn’t mean I have to hear you cry about it.” The sun itself burnished in those citrine-gold eyes, every bit as fiery and heartbreakingly charming as his smile. Here was her knight, her paladin in leather and sable locks to save her from the devils that came to capture this wingless angel. With the loss of his rage came back the drastic, throw-away carelessness that was his roguish charm. As a matter of fact, I can’t remember the time I smiled this wide… but don’t you let it go to your head, pretty thing. Shivering, the last of the cocktail flushed back into his veins, awaiting the next deployment. Dante plucked the earbud from his ear, using the last of his titanic strength to crush the device into electronic rubble in his hand.
“C’mon then… on your feet.”
Knowing there were precious few seconds to pull this off and that timing would be key, he quickly put his plan into motion. Slipping off his long, black duster, he wordlessly flapped it out behind her and rested it on her shoulders, grinning as she winced from the added weight. “Oh, suck it up, will you… I’ve hit you with worse than that. A bullet through the shoulder can’t possibly hurt worse than that pew did. Definitely didn’t hurt as bad as losing my iPod…” Helping her get her arm through the long sleeves, all while doing his best not to smile at how comically small the world’s most dangerous criminal looked in a man’s trench coat, he peered out the door.
“No sign of them just yet… let’s move.”
A wildness edged his smile, burning charisma from those vibrant, expressive eyes. This was Dante in his element, at his finest; daring escapes, breakneck speeds and life-threatening missions were his forte’. The entrance to the front was close enough, but he knew it was lined with cameras and cars, his own reinforcements watching the club like a hawk. Thus, with a hand on Thelma and another to the wall he pressed himself up against, he led her down into the dance floor… and directly towards the men who were after her.
The gap between the hallway to the dance floor was a mere 3 yards… but it was barren, and was a prime opportunity for the men to spot her. A stray thought shot across her mind just then, the sudden fear that this was all a set up to cruelly build her hopes up as he dragged her out into the ambush… but then his hand was on hers, tugging her forth, and then the world was a seething, grinding, rhythmic mass of flesh and fashion. Through the crowd they wove, his eyes staring above the crowd for his target; the back door, marked with the welcoming red glow of the EXIT sign above it.
Closer and closer they drew, their escape all but imminent. Without warning , two men emerged from the tangle of young flesh, dark black suits and sunglasses on, scanning the crowd. In their hands rose what looked like pistols with bulbous barrels; dart guns with a toxin within that would stun even her savage blood. This wa sit, her captors were there, moments away from her, and through those vision-enhancing shades they were going to find her. They pushed aside a couple dancing tot heir side, ignoring the man but scanning the woman over, before turning to face Dante and Alice.
A hand to her hip scooped her up tight to his side; Dante was upon her, pushing her back against the wall with all of the sudden passion of a forbidden make-out against the lockers. One hand planted itself against the wall to the side of her head while the other rested with a surprising sense of familiarity to her hip. Leaning in close, he whispered against the booming music, the brush of his lips against her ear as warm as his breath on her neck. “Act natural… they’ll be gone in a moment.”
With that, he began to grind with her, his tone, athletic body instantly finding the groove of the pulsating rhythm. That hand at her side ran a warm trail as it roamed over the curves of her body, cupping the hollow of her side before dipping down the curve of her rear. Just another couple of drug-laced punk kids, eye-fucking on the dance floor. Lupine eyes held hers captive, though his smile had waned. The dawning of what he was doing, what he had done, and what he was about to do hit him with a painfully sobering effect. Though his body went through the motions, playing it up, he let his golden stare drill into her, echoing with all the hatred and spite of a year’s worth of fighting. Despite what she’d done for him in their last encounter, despite the way her tears had come so openly at the thought of being captured, she’d still murdered his father… and nothing would ever change that. Loathing for her and what she’d done as well as loathing for himself for what he was doing now sizzled and cracked along the ridges of that honey-colored stare.
