Dante’s Dark Line.
Chapter 1
Dante wore red slippers with his burgundy jacket and had a hound like sense for company. He could not help but stop in the little pitiful grocery shop to buy some penny candy for himself, which he collects in a mason jar on his dresser, when he witnessed the graceful back of his true love.
His heart gave way by way of a look of longing quickly at her once deeply pulling her with his mind and she spurned him by kissing him on the mouth in return then stepped off and away, turning her back. Now he pursues that kiss through the grocery aisles and checked floors grasping in his mind, luring her telepathically, learning her name and emotions. Her scent smells of the humid weather. Whether or not he should catch her was moot, she was his true love. Walking each in a suspended shock but awe of the other, she walks no more than ten feet in front of him slowly and he begins to absorb her soul’s energy ephemerally through his breath and spirit centers.
Dante is a vampire but not in the traditional sense. Dante spiritually feeds on his victims whom have a soul. It appears before him like heat waves emanating from the chest and heart of the human within contact. He merely has to breathe and the energy is attracted to his blood magnetically which is spiritually electric. However, Dante is not immortal; he is a Fallen Angel in human form. God created him to become a spiritual leader and Awaken as an Angel before entering heaven. Dante was given the choice to follow God’s word infallibly or to remain damned on Earth in of what he learned after that choice is the true Hell plane.
For every Angel God permitted to fall and be damned to Hell or Earth, he created for them a wife or mate to remain with them. However, God decided to give each female Angel that was being newly born throughout time, depending upon God’s forgiveness of the specific original Fallen Angel, the choice to remain in hell, shortly after their spiritual Awakening on Earth. Each female gets one choice, offered once, to either choose God’s will or their True Love but to damnation.
Dante is not immortal, however, and must be reborn in a human body life after life, death after death, in Hell. He has a spirit but not a soul and must feed on the soul’s energy of humans to survive which he does almost unconsciously. Dante possesses the powers of telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis mildly and his spirit can leave his body. He can influence minds telepathically and also read minds and memories. The trick, for each Angel, in each lives’ incarnation, is to Awaken and mature their natures, past lives, and powers.
Dante knew immediately that she was his true love. He could sense the similarities in their energy fields, almost identical but divided by their each individual sex. The feeling emanating from her soul and spirit, as she was still spiritually human still and a newborn Angel, unawakened, summoned him so strongly he immediately dove into her mind, seeing and absorbing the pure love of her energy.
Dante had refused to look away and when he had caught her glance, she became so overwhelmed she kissed him abruptly then became evasive. Unlike a normal human soul, a female will become apparent to her True Love and mate when her energy is absorbed and spirit seen by him with his Third Eye. God does not tell either male or female what they are or what they are capable of until they Awaken usually upon entering early Adulthood. He knew she was a newborn Angel by the bright heavenly yellow light that was her soul’s color essence. It was brighter than any he had ever seen and it drew him in like quicksand dissolving all other reality.
He catches her wrist and she turns. Hazel blue eyes peer back at him. And through her pulse he can feel ringing under her skin.
“Hello.” He says gracing her with an intense brush of a stare. “Do I know you?”
“No.” She replies slightly alarmed.
“Well I would like to know you.” Spilling like silk from his tongue.
Dante had a charming, unassuming voice. It was as if she had dreamt of him all her life. His stature was humble but assertively confidant. She could feel his vain life through the gentleness of his hands which were soft as rose pedal and not clammy or warm. She was affronted by his odd yet relaxed style and appearance. She noticed her own men’s blouse and jeans which were fitted but not tight. He smelt delicious and had manicured nails. In fact, he smelt of her childhood home. He immediately struck her as a gentleman and spoke abruptly in proper English but with a subtle purr. It could only make her smile coquettishly at him, not up or down, but at the same level with each other. They were both neither tall nor short in their stature.
“Would you like to come over to my house for a bottle of wine this evening?” He implies all the love he can emanate warmly telepathically like sunshine in her mind.
He also emanated trust and comfort.
“I would love to.” She states relieved as Dante’s love floods in her mind.
Dante prefers to walk and doesn’t drive, neither does he own a car due to a DUI a year ago. His license was suspended for nine months and although he got it back, he now had to drive with an Interlock Ignition Device or lose his license again. It cost quite a pretty penny to pay off the fines and reinstate the damn thing. And then Dante had to sell his beater for cheap because they Department of Motor Vehicles wouldn’t reinstate his license with a vehicle titled in his name without an IID. Therefore, Dante had to rely on his good looks which were enough to convince her to come with him.
Dante has dark auburn hair, almost like black matte but with a bronze hue. He had green eyes the tint shaded by navy hues. He was average height and wore his hair short and uneven but handsome and well cut, modern. He was labeled by society as schizophrenic and ADD but he knew and had Awakened to his true nature six years ago. Dante is twenty-seven years old.
The two realize neither or want to purchase anything. Time seemed pressing and the feeling of that kiss inspired them both to reach privacy.
“I live just three blocks from and already have a bottle in reserves if you are free right now.” Dante begins to stroke her wrist lightly.
She has never had an orgasm in her waking life. She refuses to buy toys because they are expensive and she is afraid they won’t work just like her pathetic fingering attempts. Besides, she is only twenty-four and lost her virginity merely two years ago, applying herself to her education, diet, and health instead. She is a strict Vegan but not an animal rights activist. She innately believes Veganism to be better for her body and enjoys the disciplinary lifestyle. She runs four miles a day and does an hour of yoga. She is also body dysmorphic and incredibly shy, laconic, and obsessed with her body image because of it.
“I am not sure if I am yet so willing, I’m usually starving from being drained by one dishwater lover after another.”
The jungle of his blood, the most dangerous black ink, swirled between them spiritually. All of a sudden he consumes her soul in his essence and simply signals deep intuitive subconscious waves of trust and unconditional love, telling her she is his and he needs her.
“I understand but I am not a psychopath and I am already in love with you. I feel you are mine, my only true love created.”
Subdued she replies, “Oh my god. No man has ever said this to me not even insincerely.”
“Does it convince you to accompany me, I want to make love to you and prove we are fated.” He whispers suddenly.
She sees his gentlemanlike nature and slowly eases into his energy willingly but cautious. She doesn’t completely feel unguarded to him, more as if she were damaged but not abused. This he gathered from her built up feeling of loneliness and longing as she had lived this long without him, designed by God to search for him beginning at the age of twenty-one when she could finally be forced to make the choice if they met and he offered it.
He had been unaware of her until two years ago when he saw her in a dream. Then he had seen her on the street, apparently she had recently moved into his hunting grounds or territory, but only from behind her. This is the first time he had ever seen her in close contact, face to face, eye to eye. She had the yellow iris around her pupils that all Angels are born with and what separates them physically from humans. For two years, he watched her and influenced her Awakening and mind, now he was ready to turn her. He had fallen in love with her over that time and could no longer avoid her. He intensifies the empathic feelings of tenderness and even desperate need. He had to convince her before she could completely Awaken and choose God, he had to influence her, even fool her into willingly and sanely choosing Hell.
He can’t force his mind on her but he can force his hand and influence her emotions with his own and he does as strong as capable to her now.
Then she simply can’t help but trust and agree to decide to go with him. “Yes, I am curious now to take you up on that offer sir.”
For some reason, she recognizes his body as incredibly sensual and languid, due to his energy and intense love for her that visibly showed in even the smallest movement. He telepathically reaches between her legs and with a fingerlike motion strokes her clitoris and gives her an intense pull of rapturous pleasure that she feels with her whole being and then melts through her thighs. She feels their spirits, which is their Angel essence, whether Fallen or newborn, touch and become one force of bliss. She gasps.
“Where do you live?” She asks.
“Three blocks away, let’s go, do you want to buy anything?”
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