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Secret Meeting





Dante pressed closer against the wall. The hallway he resided in was cold, damp, and to his advantage, carpeted. Though he could move faster on a tiled floor, the silence of the carpet was much more appealing to his task at hand. Dante leaned back, cranning his neck, and pressed his ear to the door while watching the inside view of the window through a compact mirror. I will have to remember to thank Chi for leaving this behind with her last visit.." he thought to himself. He sighed. He missed his love..but this was no time for grieving over when he would get to see her again. Dante focused into the mirror and watched as the setting progressed.

In the reflection of the mirror, a meeting room was visible. A long oval table sat in the middle of the mirror's reflected image. Thirteen leather office chairs sat around the table. Six were on both sides while on was placed on the curve. Black hooded men and women sat in the twelve chairs surrounding the oval table. Only one was not cloaked. A pale, long platinum blonde haired, green-eyed man. Taraven.

Taraven's eyes scanned the room. "Good. We are all present." He grinned. "I have wonderful news of our..." he smirked. "Little friend?" Taraven chuckled. "Goddess Symarea has been reported alive. Her...soul, if we can call it such a thing, has been reincarnated into another body. Unfortunatly for us, the damned vampire she is with, released her early." Taraven growled.

"How was this done, Sire?" a female hooded figure questioned. "I thought the Goddess could only be returned within a 1500 year life span. Is that not why her soul always revives in the vampyre race?"

Taraven scowled. "Yes, that is true. This one, however, knew her name and occupation. How? I am not entirly sure. Speaking them to her has somehow awaken her early. I do not like the looks of him...or that shifter...He knows more about her than the vampire.." He closed his eyes and sighed. Resting his chin on his fists, he hid the terrible feeling that grew inside his stomach. Jealousy, rage, hate, fear, twisted notions, and, not to mention what the after affect of Symarea's blood left him. He needed more. Taraven knew what was instore for him if he didn't get more of the Goddess' silver, sweet, warm, delectible, scrumptious, mouth watering, orgasmic... He shook his head fiercly, knocking his now red eyes back to their original green.

"What is your plan of action, Sire?" a male, sitting opposite of the female, asked in a low suddle tone.

"Despatch teams five and eight..oh..and.." Taraven's fangs grew as his face darkened into a wicked, evil grin. "Release the prince. I am sure they would love to see eachother after so long.." he laughed as the others in the room muttered among themselves. Taraven cute his laughter short. A serious tone washed over him. "You are all dismissed."

Dante's eyes stared widely at the floor. This was the reason Garrison had ordered him to follow Taraven. He was plotting against friends, more so, family. Dante held back his anger as he fled away from the area. Something distracted his thoughts as he headed down the path Garrison had suggested to take back to town. "The Prince? Who is this Prince?" Dante muttered to himself as he sped foreward. He skid to a stop, frozen by what he had just witnessed. Red eyes with black raven hair. It was him. The Prince. Dante growled. He knew this person. Without second thought, he took off after The Prince. He followed him down winding paths of moss covered trees and sunken soil. He was catching up, and quickly. One more corner and....Nothing. Dante had lost him. Only a small river ran through this forest he was in. Sighing in frustration, he took off towards town once more, hoping and praying to God that the figure he had seen was only a halucination of moon light.

"Foolish Taraven..I will do your bidding..But Symarea is mine"

It was not.