TheDarkTemplar

Camp for Supernatural Teens

"Damn", he thought when the counselors caught him. "Sorry I won't, just tryin to have a little fun is all"

Camp for Supernatural Teens

"Witchcraft eh? Sounds cool to me, so what we gather around a cauldron or something? If so sign me up!", he said with a slight chuckle.

The smile was wiped clean from Dante's face as Celia spoke, "Dont worry I'll keep it small, not everyone will come because then it'll be too obvious. Maybe five or six of us. You interested?"

Camp for Supernatural Teens

"What are your powers, Cyan? I don't think you ever told me, nor did I ask. Either way I'm sure we'll have a good time anyway. Meet me by the firepit tonight after everyone else is asleep, I'll take you and whoever else is coming to the spot. We'll need drinks and snacks so let's see if we can sneak into the mess hall and grab some.

Camp for Supernatural Teens

Arriving at the firepit Dante sat with the others as he figured out how to deal with Isabella. He had a few run-ins with werewolves before and they didn't end well. If he could get Tyler on his side before Isabella got to him then maybe he could be useful in case he had to permanently deal with Isabella. No he had to let her live, she had to send a message to the Tireans. But enough of that, it was about time he got back to the others.

Turning to the others he grinned and said, "Hey guys-and girls-I was thinking. Ever since we got here we've been doing camp activities, how about tonight we sneak into the woods and have ourselves a party. Maybe play some games, do some tricks with our powers, the works! How bout it? Who's up for it?"

Camp for Supernatural Teens

"Nice to meet you Tyler, and yeah Ivy can be a little bit of a handful but she's really sweet. So you're a werewolf eh? I had a feeling you were, sorry if I seemed suspicious in any way. I had a few run-ins with werewolves before...it didn't end well. Anyway we should head to the firepit, it's time for the competition if I remember correctly", Dante motioned to the firepit as he started walking towards it. A werewolf would be usefull if he needed to "take care of" Isabella which he would probably have to.

Camp for Supernatural Teens

Dante wandered around the campgrounds looking for something to keep him busy before the next activity. He was sitting under a tree when he saw Ivy talking to who he assumed to be a new camper. He decided to head over and introduce himself. Maybe he could finally start doing what he came here to do. Have fun. 

When he arrived he couldn't help but feel uneasy around the new guy as he introduced himself, "Hey you're new here aren't you? I see you've met Ivy already, in Dante. And you are?"

Camp for Supernatural Teens

Dante got up from his eat beside Isabella and made his way to the door. Before he exited however he looked back, instead of a frown he grinned at Isabella who sat there satisfied with her artwork and her recent meal. She locked her hateful eyes with his and said, "What's got you in such a fine mood now?" 

Dante began to chuckle, soon his small chuckle began to form into an actual laugh. He stood in the doorway laughing for a moment before finally answering, "You're not as smart as you think, Isabella. You drank my entire blood supply trying to get me to starve. Well now that you've used up your only food source how will you feed again?" 

Isabella froze. She clearly hadn't thought this through and now she'd pay for it. She could hardly believe it, she didn't want to believe it but Dante had tricked her. The trickster had been fooled. Isabella just sat there frozen in shock. Dante grinned again before exiting the arts and crafts room. He looked around for someone to talk to or something to do. 

Camp for Supernatural Teens

Isabella's face lit up as she heard what the activity was. She imagined what her finished work would look like and got to work. She immediately began to depict a girl in the middle of the paper. Her features resembled her own slightly and she was holding a map. The actual background of the picture was split into two scenes. One a dark cave-like world, decorated with velvet tapestries and a grand hall filled with other figures whose appearance was obscure and were more like smoky silhouettes. On the other half of the paper she drew a brightly colored and vivid field of grass and roses that dotted the area. Within the field were a number of people, some clearly depicted to be the campers while others just like the silhouettes. After numerous fine touches and detail additions she was finally satisfied with her work as she put her signature on the top right corner "Isabella Tirea". She thought mother might enjoy this. She was always interested in the human world, even if it was from a predatorial perspective.

Dante's artwork was, while mimicking Isabella's style, less balanced when it came to light and dark themes. His paper depicted a boy, half of his face was disfigured and grotesque. The other side was calm yet eerie as it seemed to stare directly at whoevere viewed the picture. In the background there seemed to be bodies strewn across a forest, up in the trees and in the grass. The boy in the picture displayed a subtle yet sinister smile as well as a single tear running down his face. Dante sat back and examined his work with a sense of pride and discomfort.

Camp for Supernatural Teens

Once Isabella had satisfied her thirst Dante sat back in his seat. At that moment a thought popped into his head. "When was the last time I fed? It was from the counselors on the first day but that was a few days ago" He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out without feeding. The thirst for blood is much like a human's hunger for food. It is random, sudden, and while it can be ignored neglecting the need to feed can be dangerous. Luckily he still had a few options left, like he said before Greg could easily create a blood vial for him or the councilors could do whatever it was they did last time...however he was keen on the idea of Cyan's idea. What was he thinking, he promised himself he wouldn't be like Isabella...but then again human blood is quite a delicacy, one he and not tasted in so long. One time surely wouldn't be bad, would it? He'd decide when the hunger would strike.

Camp for Supernatural Teens

Dante entered the arts and crafts room with Isabella not far behind. The two sat together at a table where Isabella said loud enough for only Dante to hear, "How much blood did you bring?"
Dante gave her a puzzled look before answering,"What's it to you?"

"Oh I might not have packed enough, but I know that my brother would be more than happy to share with me", she replied with a sinister look on her face. Her eyes began to turn completely blood red and winced a bit before composing herself again. A scowl began to form on Dante's face as he looked over Isabella. "How long has it been since you last fed?", he said with an aggressive tone. Isabella chuckled a bit before answering, "Its been a while but like I said I know my brother will help me"

Returning his gaze to the others in the room he replied with a lowered voice, "Forget it, if you die I'll finally be rid of you. Why should I help you?". Isabella returned the comment with the most insidious smile he had ever seen, "Because if you don't, I don't think the others will sit well with the fact that you abandoned your own sister"

In that moment the anger that filled Dante moments ago returned, he got up from his table and went tohis cabin. He grabbed the case with his blood supply and made his way back to the arts and crafts room all the while swearing under his breath. Upon his return he threw the case onto the table and motioned for Isabella to use it. "Now that's a good brother", she smirked as she desperately downed every last blood vial. Once she was done Dante realized how close he was to disaster. She had not been feeding for weeks in preparation for this moment. And now he was without a food source, or at least a humane one. He wasn't sure how the others would react to him feeding on Cyan and the last thing he wanted was to be chased out of camp. But the other option-to fall into a bloodlust-was out of the question. This was truely hell.