i'd never be complete with you

[Marguerite]

FOR DANTE

There was something wrong with her, but she had no answers as to what it was. That man in the hallway by the council room, Amadeus was his name. He did something to her, but there was no way to tell how he did it. She could feel a phantom sting in the spot where her brand was. It didn't hurt but it reminded her of the immense pain. It had been unbearable, almost to the point of her passing out cold. But the moment Amadeus's skin touched hers, it was gone, and she felt better than she ever had. It was a strange and an unwelcome euphoria that she couldn't help being intoxicated by. He did something to her that made her calm and cool, like nothing else ever had. It was like a drug, you could say, if she had ever had one. Now she had felt something like that, she could use some.

The only person she knew that could explain this to her, or at least listen to her endless confusion would be Dante, her love, her friend, her everything. He'd know what to tell her, how to make her feel better. Maybe he could help her figure out what the brand meant. She'd had it so long that she never paid much attention to it. She may have asked him once or twice as a child what it was, but never actually pursued any further interest in it. But Dante would tell her what he knew, right? He was just a were, a servant, a slave, but he was better informed that most of them. He had a different role in the coven than a low guard dog. Especially to her. To her he was a hero, a god, and anything else resembling a higher deity or person. But that could be because he had raised her and taken care of her at all times. Sometimes she wondered why he bothered, why he'd want to take care of a child that wasn't his or even of his species. She owed her life to him, because he had given the last seven years for her and would probably continue to give her more. It was too bad she didn't know that he was obligated to take her, and that he wouldn't keep her for much longer. Ignorance is bliss though. Why shatter her world?

Marguerite entered the security room slowly. Though she knew that no one else really ever worked in there, she wanted to make sure that she didn't encounter anyone but Dante. He would most likely be in here, but she never knew where he was. She was relying on him working inside today. She needed him more than ever. The experience with Amadeus had shaken her. He would comfort her, right? That's what she needed most of all.

"Dante?" She called, though did not yell. He'd hear just a normal volume. Perks of being a were, she guessed. Though she had hearing just as well attuned. She stepped further in and closed the door, looking around. There weren't many places for him to be. He may be in the backroom. "Dante?" She said one more time before finally sitting down at the control panel.

Her fingers lightly passed over the buttons, feeling them but not using enough pressure to set anything off. She knew from experience how not to ruin the control room. As a kid she may have blew a screen or two. But she sighed finally and leaned back in the chair, passing her hair from over her shoulders to one side. Where was he?

[dante]

Dante was in the back room getting a drink from the cooler the Viri provided him, opening the bottle he took a long drink, the cold water felt amazing going down his throat and refreshed him. He ran a hand through his short cut hair before returning the main control room; he realized that if he left too long something might happen. Not all the grounds were covered by werewolves, when Dante entered the control room he saw Marguerite and a smile came to his face. He set his water aside on the counter near the controls and came up behind her, her back was to him and Dante was very light on his feet. When he came up behind her he placed his hands over her eyes, the smile never disappearing from his face.

“Guess who little vamp” he joked leaning down towards her ear. Every time she had her back to him that would be his way of greeting her, she loved it as a child and still enjoyed it as a vampire teen. Dante had served the Viri well but seeing Marg grow up into an impressive young woman had taken it’s tole on the werewolf. She was stunning and everyone knew it. Although no one even suspected that Dante had any none platonic feelings for his vampire “sister” it was not true. They didn’t know him at all.

[Marguerite]

"Guess who little vamp." Warm hands went over her eyes and it brought an instant smile to her face. This was their thing. This was normal. Normal is how it should be. Everything was comfortable with Dante, and that's how she liked it. She waited for a moment as if she were thinking, though she was really just enjoying his rough hands on her skin. God did she love the fact that he was warm. As a child, it was nice to snuggle up in his arms when she was upset or didn't feel good. It made everything so much better.

"The most amazing man ever born?" She said in a somewhat low and sultry voice, though she didn't mean to. That's just how it came out around him. It was as if he changed something in her. She didn't have to be anyone but herself with him. He was the only one that understood her, despite the fact that he was a totally different species.

She put her hands on top of his and pull them away, looking behind her to see him. Though she knew it was him, it always made her happy to be right. Her hand kept hold of one of his and she laced them together. Today she put her free around around his neck, something she didn't normally do. Usually it was the hug around the waist like a child might do. But not today, no, she wanted something new, something closer.

"Call me little vamp again and I'll bite you." She dared to say to him, adding a little bit of a kick to her words. She let her fang drop down and then flick back up to pretend that she wasn't kidding. Dante was mistaken if he thought she was anything but a cold blooded killer, stunning yes, but never innocent as she seemed. Marguerite rested her head against his chest, feeling his heart beat. He was so...comfy, for a lack of better words. Her fingers brushed over the back of his neck, playing with what little hair he had back there. This was probably inappropriate contact, but for them, it wasn't anything too out of the ordinary. Though she had gone a little far today. Maybe it was all the raging hormones touching Amadeus induce. Though it wasn't quite the same.

See, Marguerite loved Dante, beyond belief. The council were fools if they thought she'd never get attached to the man. He had taken care of her. Children are easily swayed and molded to what they grow up with. They should know that. Lately, that warm, comfortable love she had for him had started to burn, and she didn't understand it. It wasn't like the vampires had a course on Vampire Love 101. It was more confusing than the brand on the back of her neck.

"What are you up to today?" She asked him, plainly enough, hoping though down inside that he had nothing to do today. She wanted to spend time with him. With all the training they were putting her through, she never saw him anymore.

[dante]

Dante smiled at her “amazing man ever born words” he wasn’t the most amazing man, he wasn’t even a man, he was a werewolf, and a slave nothing more. He closed his eyes for a moment when her hand touched his to pull them from her eyes, she was cold. Always so cold to his warmth. Dante smiled when she turned, her face was always welcoming, her large expressive eyes, full lips, dark wavy hair she was an adorable child but an even more gorgeous woman. Dante was about to say something to her amazing comment when he was pulled into an embrace by Marguerite, this hug was different it was closer more closer than any hug they had ever shared. Her hand at the back of his neck sent shivers down his spine. To anyone who entered the room, it would look like something forbidden, but to them both it was the most normal thing in the world.

When Marguerite spoke of biting him, he chuckled lightly, but then an image in his mind flared up. It was not pretty, he imagined himself on the floor wrangling to get away from her grasp, and her fangs sinking into his neck drying him till he died. His mind then quickly came back to reality when Dante felt her slender fingers play with his short cropped hair at the nape of his neck. It was a sensation he had never felt. A woman this close to him. Dante was a virgin, true he was allowed to leave the grounds but he never had time nor the desire to have a mate, or a “girlfriend” as humans called them, a spouse. He had liked many women, some human, some werewolf found them attractive but he had never acted on it. But he was no stranger to what sex was, he did have urges and a hand after all.

Clearing his throat he pulled away from the unnatural long hug. “Not much Marguerite, someone will be here in a few seconds to take over my shift for the rest of the night, so I’m free” he said a grin appearing on his face. Free to hopefully spend time with her. They had her training, something Dante hoped they wouldn’t have done, but they had, and there was nothing Dante could do to change it. Just then he heard the heavy door open, in walked another werewolf. He exchanged glances with Dante then nodding a faint smile upon his face. It disappeared when he saw Marguerite turned in the chair facing him. Dante raised a hand and patted the other werewolf on the back as he neared him. At the door Dante looked back to Marguerite “are you going to come with me and let this man do his job” he said before giving a laugh.

The other werewolf managed a chuckle, keeping his distance from the vampire girl, his hands folded in front of him neatly. Dante headed out the door and waited in the dimly lit hallway for his vampire “sister”.

[Marguerite]

Marguerite was young, so of course she as a virgin, but she was supposed to be one. Had she not been sealed, no one would have cared. They kept her away from situations like that, and being close to male vampires because they needed to keep her pure. They did that to a lot of young girls. It was better to keep them oblivious to sex than to expose them and let them run rampant. Everything they did was to control them and mold them. They had to, or things would get beyond their control. It wasn't as if she didn't have "feelings", but she'd never really had them until recently. And they sort of centered around Dante. He was the only male in her life after all, and she loved him already. It was only a part of nature for her to feel something for him. That's the sort of being she was at that age. And that wasn't to say that they didn't have a deeper connection. Marguerite couldn't imagine being more connected to a person than she was to Dante. She didn't see him as a slave or a werewolf. She saw him as hers, as her love.

“Not much Marguerite, someone will be here in a few seconds to take over my shift for the rest of the night, so I’m free.” "Great." She responded with a big goofy smile.

"Are you going to come with me and let this man do his job?” Marguerite looked up at him, getting the hint to leave. "Coming!" She said and sprinted over to him and out of the other were's way. She turned back once Dante was out in the hallway to say the other were, "I don't bite you know. At least not werewolves." It was weird, almost funny, how they seemed so frightened by her. Well, more like not very happy with her presence. But it made her wonder what it was they hated some much about her. She knew though really it had to do with the Viri. They were using them as slaves. That would piss her off too.

After she shut the door, she turned to Dante with her big blue eyes, waiting for him to suggest something to do. For the most part, she was happy with just sitting in one of their rooms and talking, or him holding her. Just his presence alone was enough. And she had questions to ask him. When he didn't say anything, she grabbed his hand with her small slender ones and dragged him down the hall to his room. She pushed him inside and shut the door. It seemed suspicious, but she just wanted to know what was going on, now that it crossed her mind.

"I saw a man in the hall today - outside of the council room." She told him out of nowhere. "He...he caught me listening in on the council. I heard them say someone belonged to someone else, and then he came out. I got closer to him and my neck started to hurt, right where my scar is. And the closer I got to him, the worse it was, until I grabbed his hand or he touched my face."

It was all coming out now, she didn't know how he'd react to that. but it didn't matter. She needed answers and Dante needed to give them to her.

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[dante]

Dante was caught off balance when she grabbed his hand and dragged him to his room. When he was shoved inside he caught himself before running a hand through his brown hair. When she started to speak Dante found his bed and sat himself down, his room was small and only hand a twin cot, small end table with a lamp and a dresser for his clothes, which he didn’t have much of. Dante turned the lamp on his end table and sat silent listening to her speak. His dull blue eyes remained on her until she mentioned the touching, his eyes directed down to his boots. He knew who the man was, he knew it was Amadeus and he knew that she was his, branded by him.

He’d tell her why, why it the burn disappeared when she touched him, or when he had touched her. Dante had been explained many years ago how the Viri took mates, just to make babies were their way. Dante gave a long sigh before he started. “That’s because he is your mate, your he’s mate you were promised to him by… Matthias and you will end up together to add to your species. That scar on the back of your neck burns because Amedeus is an old bastard that waited too long to mate, your scar should not be doing that and the burning will stop when…” he let his voice trail off slightly, letting the angry tone dissapear, rubbing the back of his neck he continued “you both mate” he finished speaking and leaned forward his brow furrowing, this unsettled him a lot. He had been with her from the moment she had arrived, and now this pompous vampire who didn’t even want her was going to take her away from him. Dante’s eyes went back up to look to his vampire ‘sister’ he smiled faintly “that’s it, that’s all there is to it” he stated.

[Marguerite]

Marguerite looked like someone had just kicked her puppy. Well, in a a way they had. Maybe it'd be better to say she appeared as if someone had killed her family - which was pretty much only Dante - right in front of her. It was pure terror and misunderstanding. The girl was having a hard time processing all of the information. Maybe she had suspected some of it, that there was a connection between her and Amadeus, but she didn't think it ran that deep. This wasn't happening to her. She'd read about this in books, women being forced to be with men they hardly even knew. That wasn't her. No. This was a joke, right? Right? Nope, sorry Marguerite. You're stuck.

“That’s because he is your mate, your his mate. You were promised to him by… Matthias and you will end up together to add to your species. That scar on the back of your neck burns because Amadeus is an old bastard that waited too long to mate, your scar should not be doing that and the burning will stop when…” She was his what? Marguerite didn't even want to think of that word at all, being someone's mate. She was no one's mate, especially not his. Matthias decided this? Who the hell was he to decide who she was with. When would the burning stop?! This was all too much. Her stomach was tumbling now and she felt like vomiting. No, this was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Dante was playing tricks on her, but she knew he really wasn't. He'd never lie to her.

“You both mate.” She let out a short, sarcastic laugh. "Until we what?!" There was no way she was going to "mate" with this guy. She had no idea who he even was. That would be stupid for her to have sex with a complete stranger just for the greater good of the coven. Why would she bother losing her virginity to him? That was terrible to think of. "You've gotta be kidding me." She said to him, and you could already see the tears welling up in her eyes. She wiped them away quickly and cooled herself down.

There was nothing she could do then? Marguerite didn't know what to do or say. Maybe she should have just gone on not asking questions. She'd be so much happier right now, here with Dante, instead of thinking about be ripped away from him. With that thought, she drifted over to him. Sitting, on his lap, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her mouth on the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of him. She knew she was probably very cold to him. He must hate that about her. He must hate a lot of things about her because she was a vampire. It was something she never wanted to think about, but she didn't belong with Dante. She was supposed to go to Amadeus. She never wanted to imagine that were possible. Dante was her love, her everything. He couldn't be anything else.

"I love you." She said, her lips against his skin. She rest her forehead back on his neck and hugged him closer to her. That was something she said to him a lot, and she noticed he didn't really ever say it back, but she understood. It wasn't like he could or someone might be a little offended. But it didn't matter as long as he knew she loved him.

[dante]

Dante was about to say something when again the touching of her interrupted him, when she sat on his lap Dante shifted and swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat. The coldness that came from her body was horrible, it was like someone had taken a leather jacket from a freezer that had been there for days and threw it onto you. When her arms went about his neck and her lips touch his skin his body tensed and he found his hands inadvertently going to her mid back and the other to her knee. Dante had been close to her as a child, hell she had fallen asleep on him a million times. But as she had grown older, and “developed” he had made sure her sleeping on him and sitting on him decreased. But Marguerite decided different.

Dante closed his eyes at her cool skin against his hot skin; it was like fire and ice. When his eyes closed he found that his hand on her back went lower, and the one on her knee remained there. Dante leaned into her held her as he spoke “I know you do, but you’re his now and nothing I can do can change that Marg…” his voice faded as he turned his head to meet her face that rested in the nook of his neck. He pressed his lips to her forehead before he let them trail down to her cheek kissing her there before he realized what he was doing. His hands immediately pushed her off, not hard to cause her to fall but enough to get her onto her feet. “Listen Marguerite I can’t be your brother anymore, not for that much longer” his voice sounded sad and he was. He’d no longer get to have a constant companion, even if she was a young vampire and him a were.

[Marguerite]

From childhood, she had wanted Dante's attention. She needed it, craved it more than blood. She'd do anything she could to reach out for his hand or sit in his lap. He'd sometimes reject her if someone were watching, but that only made her more adamant in her pursuit for his attention. The more he pushed her away, the more she wanted him. She'd want him anyway, but him not letting her, just made it all the more appealing.

His hand moving her back made her skin form goosebumps. It made her stomach flutter, her pelvic area grow hot. She loved it, and she wanted him lower and closer. Then he said, "I know you do, but you’re his now and nothing I can do can change that Marg…” That time she actually expected him to tell her he loved her back. It would make her feel better and know that he wanted her and needed her like she did him. But he didn't. He basically said he was done with her.

"I'm not his." She said to him. “Listen Marguerite I can’t be your brother anymore, not for that much longer.” She hated that. "You were never my brother. You're everything to me. There is no way to label what you are to me. I'm not his and I never will be. The only thing he can take is my body, and I won't let him have that either. He can't take my love for you or the years I was with you."

When he pushed her off, something in her chest broke and swelled. She didn't want to think of him not wanting her to be around her. Marguerite got up and stepped back, thinking he wanted space from her. It hurt like hell. "I don't want to be with him. Why can't I be with you? Why would he want me anyway?"

[dante]

Dante heard her words and he knew she was right, he pushed himself from the bed standing when she stepped away from him. He took a few steps towards her his hand outreaching and grabbing her gently, his blue eyes flickered across her frame, and he loved her so much. And her words pained him, she couldn’t be his, she was Amadeus’s mate and he hated to admit it but that bastard had the right to her from the branding. If she was never branded Dante was sure things would be different. All these years of them being together added to the pain, Dante started to speak but then stopped as he came right beside her his hand that held hers remained his free one raised to her face his fingers taking her chin gently as his fingers went to her cold cheek. “You can’t be mine I’m a werewolf…. but I won’t deny wanting you Marg, I love you too….” He admitted he had never returned those words till now, and he meant it. The dim light that came from the lamp lightened her features perfectly, and Dante caught himself softly staring at her pale beauty.

With those words Dante did something he’d thought of the past years as he watched her mature. He stepped in front of her his hand now pressed to her cheek the one that held her hand came to cup the other side of her lovely face, cold to his touch but he only noticed cause his body temperature was so much warmer then hers. Dante hesitated for a few seconds before he leaned in his lips brushed her full ones, a shiver ran down his spine. He was sure this had never been done before, a vampire and werewolf kissing, and if it had well, they were never heard from again. As Dante deepened the kiss he felt his worries disappear, kissing her felt right. His hands that cupped her face glided down to her shoulders his body moved closer to hers, he could feel the cold from her just tease his chest as he pulled her closer. Dante needed her, wanted her.

[Marguerite]

He finally came back to her, just like she hoped to god he would. His hand grabbing hers made her feel at peace once again. It was what she needed to feel better about this whole situation. But then his eyes traveled over her body and suddenly she felt naked, exposed. It was strange because she was used to Dante looking at her. She had been with him for seven years. He would know ever part of her. Now, though, she didn't know what to think. This was a look she had never gotten from him, and she didn't know how to take it.

This was a nightmare. How could this be happening? Well, she knew how. She knew how the Viri were and how they operated. She should have expected this from them, and knew there was no way around it, but she just didn't want to accept that. It wasn't something she could possibly fathom complying with. This is where she drew the line. No one would tell her who she could and could not be with and love.

“You can’t be mine I’m a werewolf…. but I won’t deny wanting you Marg, I love you too….” It wasn't fair that he was a werewolf. She didn't see him like that. When he wasn't feeding, he was exactly like her. Almost. "I don't know how you could even want me. I'm cold. I'm young. I'm nothing." This was said because she needed to give a reason for him not wanting her, not that she couldn't be with him. It made her less angry to think that he didn't love her, not that she couldn't have him. But then he said he loved her too and wanted her. It made her heart sink. This couldn't be happening.

His hand on her chin made her stop breathing. She didn't know what was going on or what he was going to do. This had never happened before. He'd never touched her like that. It was all so strange. His lips brushed hers, and she almost couldn't believe it. This wasn't happening. No, she was dreaming.

She swallowed when he kissed her and then kissed him back, getting far more into it than she expected. It was killing her that she wasn't closer to him, so her arms hungrily found his body and pulled herself closer to him. He was so warm, she couldn't stand it. It was heating up her body to a dangerous degree, making her hot everywhere. But that was probably more the hormones and passion than him.

Marguerite couldn't imagine herself anywhere else. She hadn't thought this could ever happen, and had never really imagined it before anyway. She stayed away from those thoughts. But now she knew what she wanted. She wanted him, and only him. It didn't matter what he was. He was all she needed.

"Please don't let them do this." She whispered against his mouth and then kissed him again. Her hands went to his cheeks and she pulled his face closer to hers. There could be no distance between them as far as she was concerned. Not know her own strength, she pushed him back on the bed and crawled on top of him, still kissing his lips with a hunger she had never experienced before. She tried to be gentle with him, but she needed him to touch her and be with her. It drove her crazy.

[dante]

Dante was about to pull away when he realized Marg was kissing him back and with more passion then he had suspected. The wind came out of him slightly when he found that Marg had pushed him back onto his small bed, he shifted to allow himself full onto the bed, when Marg was straddling him the heat between his legs built up. As she kissed him a moan escape his lips as his hands explored her body. His hand rested on her hips holding her in place. As he kissed her more passionately he moved down to her neck kissing the nook of her neck.

This all felt right kissing Marg felt right, his hands trailed up her sides before wrapping gently around her. His body begun to shiver as the cold from her skin went into his very lips, his body was overheating and he felt it. It made his stomach turned slightly, not from the heat but from the intimacy they both shared at this moment. It was a good turning. Breaking the kiss his eyes settled on her she was so beautiful, he brought his hand to her face brushing dark strands from her view, his hand remaining tangled in her dark waves. “Your so beautiful” he stated in a lowered whispering tone. He meant it as he closed the gap between them once more with a kiss.

He then thought of her words “don’t let them do this” there was nothing he could do, or could he?

[Marguerite]

Well, there were options of what he could do. He could rebel against the Viri, but that was likely to get him killed if not both of them. There was no use in doing something like that. It'd only hurt them and tear them apart. They could run away. That was very possible. He did help with security after all, but a young vampire like herself was no equipped enough to live without someone to teach her about vampire ways. She could figure it out, but it would never be the same. There was nothing they could do that would be easy, but she didn't care. She didn't want easy. She wanted him no matter what it took.

When he told her she was beautiful, she grinned, unable to stop. Her eyes locked onto his and there was nowhere else she'd rather be. Every time he touched her she felt electrified, renewed. It was nothing she had ever felt before and she wanted it more and more. If she stopped touching her, she felt empty. The kiss he gave her was very welcome and she leaned into it, being a little more forceful this time, her hands at the rim of his shirt. She slid her hands up his chest, under his shirt slowly, all the way up to his pecs, then back down. She wished she were warmer for him. It'd be more comfortable she imagined. Her mouth broke from his and she kissed up the bare skin she had now exposed, and then she kissed his lips again.

"I can't be with him. Not when I haven't been with you. I don't want to live if I can't be with you." And that was a the god honest truth.

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[dante]

Dante took a sharp intake of breathe when she shifted against him, he felt his manhood aching, pressing against his jeans due to her moving, well grinding against him and the fact that this was happening Marg was his in this moment and time. Dante kissed her back but when she pulled away he thought she’d stop, instead his body tensed and he shivered beneath her touch as her hands trailed his stomach, chest, before she let them rest there, when her lips touched the skin of his stomach and chest another moan escaped him causing him to kiss her harder out of need and not to hurt.

His hands found their way to the bottom of her tank his fingers playing with the end of it, slowly his warm rough hands slid up her bare back resting there as he listened to her speak. “You can have me…. If that’s what you want?” he answered and questioned in a low voice, he kissed her then a long passionate kiss that he was afraid to break. Afraid that if this stopped it would be the one and only time Dante would ever have Marg for himself.

[Marguerite]

Marguerite hated her existence. What was her life worth? What had it amounted it. She was young, but she had done nothing useful or astonishing. She was being forced to be with someone. She was being taken away from the only person she ever truly loved in any sort of way. There was nothing about her that mattered if he wasn't with her. It felt like he was her only reason for being, because he was the only other person she had ever gotten to know. She didn't associate with anyone else but her trainers, and that wasn't the same. This was all wrong and horrid. It wasn't cruel, and she wished she had never been born. It would have caused a lot less pain and she'd never have to feel so helpless.

"I don't want anything but you." Marguerite told him, her big blue eyes desperate and sad. She needed him more than he would ever know, and wanted him more than any being should ever want something else. "I don't want to be anywhere else. I don't want you to ever let go of me, ever stop touching me." At this point, she felt like her whole world was crashing to the ground. The bane of her existence would be gone. It seemed like an unnatural attachment, but for someone like her it was understandable. As long as he felt the same.

The girl didn't even know why he wanted her. She was nothing special. Sure, she was pretty, but he was very old. He could have any were he wanted. He could have kids or any of that. She had never asked him why he didn't. That was something she'd have to inquire about afterward. Right now, this was just about him and her.

"I just want you."

Marguerite pulled his shirt up over his head quickly and then kissed him again. She wanted him to take off her clothes too, to be closer to him. She needed that final connection with him, that thing to bring them completely together as one.

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