"Oh yes, some revenge would be the best gift he could give me," Lydia thought. At the thought her very blood heated as magic coursed through her. When she knocked on the massive oaken doors to Dante's mansion she was worried they might burst into flame. Somewhat disappointingly, the only results were three sharp taps.
"No one's home," Dante called, his voice still familiar after all these years. Lydia was disgusted and unsurprised at his response.
"It's me," Lydia called, contemplating just destroying the doors.
"Who's me? I've seen a lot of 'me's in my time. Did I kill someone you knew? If so, I'm sorry. There, you can put down your pitchforks and go home now."
"No, it's Lydia. You remember your eager apprentice don't you?" Lydia called, trying to sound seductive while controlling her inner loathing.
"Seriously, I can literally hear the pitchforks. I said I'm sorry and I won't eat any of your family again. Now leave please."
Sighing, Lydia resorted to her second to last plan.
"I'm naked." Silence reverberated from within the mansion. Heavy furniture shifted and there was muted mumbling. Something fell with a crash, and she could hear Dante swearing.
"What a coincidence! So am I!" Dante said, phasing through the doorway. His eager grin faded, seeing Lydia fully clad, if somewhat scantily. His pale features hardened.
"I get really tired of your lies, temptress. Mayhaps it's time I taught you some respect, ungrateful wench" Dante ranted. A pair of fangs descended from his upper teeth, telegraphing his wishes for Lydia. Finally fed up, she grabbed the vampire's throat and walked backwards. He laughed, fading through the door again. Lydia kept walking, her hand still firmly attached to his ethereal neck. He stopped laughing when her hand reached the doors, and they disentigrated at her touch. His fangs quickly retracted, and his eyes gained a new look in them.
"It seems you've gotten better. Maybe you're ready for the higher lessons," he said.
"You'd do well to stop talking. I'm not here to learn from you, I'm hear to teach you a few lessons," Lydia snapped, her patience at an end. As her anger was unleashed the room darkened and heat drained from the air. With a wave of her hand, she placed the vampire in a chair. Strutting around the room, Lydia examined the relics on display. Dante now seemed distinctly uncomfortable. Finally, Lydia walked up to him. He'd stopped trying to move, trying to seem as comfortable in his current position as possible. She knew better. Leaning in close, she whispered
"Do you know how much I hate you?"
"Not a clue. More or less than Widowwood?"
"Enough to want you dead."
"Is that more?"
"I want to skin you alive."
"Getting a definite 'more' vibe here."
"Now, I can do just that. I will have my revenge."
"Under normal circumstances, I'd be worried.
"We're not in a great position to mock your captor, are we Dante?" Lydia said, smiling sweetly.
"Most certainly not. In fact, I should grovel. But you're going to sleep with me before we're done tonight. That's how it usually works. You have no idea how many vampire hunters that works on. Almost none looked quite as eager as you though."
Lydia had had enough. Incapable of restraining herself, she forced his neck to break. Dante went limp, head dangling at impossible angles. She instantly cursed herself for such foolishness. With a kick, she sent the body shattering against the far wall. She sat in the chair, thinking about widowood. She'd be much more patient there. So lost in thought was she, Lydia didn't look at the vampire's body. When two icy hands landed on her shoulders, she almost launched through the roof.
"My dear Lydia, you haven't changed a bit. Still that enormous temper, still so easy to use. You are no stranger to the dark arts, you should know my kind. I am a ruthless monster. Only a man can kill a monster. And you," he smirked, holding up one of her hands. It pulsed with magical energy. "Are most certainly not a man." With that, Lydia found herself back at her own lair. Smiling foolishly, she allowed the lesson to sink in. To cover the shame of her defeat, she decided it was time for Widowwood to be erased. But her new magic gave her wonderful possibilities. How would she grind out every spark of life in the hated town?
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