Disguise

Dante opened the book. He flipped through a couple of pages, the book was a large hardcover made of out oak, it was fairly heavy. The cover was black and had small diamonds inbeaded into it.

"Just a fair warning... Don't ever let someone see this book besides you and me."

"Why not?" she asked, curiously.

"Thousands of horrible things could happen. It could kill innocents, burn an entire city, make a killer virius." he stared at her, the green eyes gone replaced with black eyes. "I mean it, Dawn."

She nodded. "OK, I understand."

"Now this may be a weird question but just answer it, what are your worst fears?" he asked.

"Being alone is the only one." She replied with a shrug. "And I've lived with it for a while."

"That's it?" He asked.

"Ya, I don't scare easy." She took a deep breath and shrugged. "WHy?"

He looked down. "You're going to have to over come that. You have to face that."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

He bit his lower lip and his eyebrows bunched. "You have to over come that fear before you can be a true witch. A witch fears nothing. Understand?"

"Ya, I can live with it. I mean I have for forever, I guess it counts as overcoming it." She shrugged.

"Maybe." He rubbed his hands together. "Close your eyes."

"Why?"

"Just do it." She closed her eyes and felt his thumbs on her eyelids. "Now don't think about anything, but the book on the table next to you."

"Ok." She did as he said.

"Now, think about it moving."

Dante looked over at the book, it moved and shook but did not rise from the table.

"Am I doing it?" she asked, sounding a little confused.

"Not yet... Keep trying." He was patient about this kind of stuff but everything else it was blown to hell.

She took a deep breath. "Can you take your hands off my face?"

"Sure, but why?" He asked.

"Your distracting me." She smiled opening her eyes and looking at him, then she closed her eyes again and tired again.

Dante chuckled. "I didn't think having my hands on your face would distract you... As well as here." he stood behind her and put his hands on her hips.

Dawn growled. "If you want me to learn how to do this you'll stop." She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"You got to be able to do it with any distraction." HE smiled.

"I'm just now learning." She replied leaning forward and kissing him. "SO let me learn."

Dante eyed her. And she smirked in his face.

"Fine, I'll buy that for now." he said. "But that excuse will only work so long. When you've fully mastered witch craft you'll learn how to do things like this..." he jumped and instead of turning into a black little kitty he turned into a black panther, that weighed about 275 pounds.

"I think I like the panther better then the kitty cat." She smiled rubbing his head. HE growled and shifted back.

"Ya, but I doubt you'd take a panther home." HE replied.

"I might, if it seemed nice enough, which you couldn't do. Thought you are a sweet cat." She propped her feet up. "So, are you a witch too?"

Dante smiled and then shook his head, black curls bouncing with the motion. "I wish."

She looked puzzled. "Then what are you?"

"I'm a shifter. I turn into whatever, whoever, when ever." he shrugged. "Like this." he carefully shifted into Dawn, everything looked alike.

"I'm not sure I like this." she made a face.

Dante looked down his shirt, which was shifted into her body, so technically he looked down Dawn's shirt.

Dawn gasped and glared at him. "Stop it."

"I'm going to do this more often." he grinned.

Dawn slammed her fist into his, her, face. "If you ever think your going to see the real things if you continue this, your wrong." SHe replied. She looked a tthe book next to her and lifted it up. It raised up and she slammed it into his face. "Perv." She crossed her arms narrowing her eyes.

Dante turned back in the next blink. He stared at her, she was glaring at him. The punches didn't hurt and her fists were completely useless. She pushed at the wall of his chest, and he didn't budge the moment didn't even rock him.

"Daylight, I'm sorry. Did it really make you that mad?" he asked.

She glared at him. "What do you think?" she growled.

He sighed. "Alright I won't do it again, alright? The next thing we have to work on is your fighting skills."

"I can fight." She frowned.

"No, you can't." He laughed. "You got to learn to put more strength in your punches."

"Let me try and I'll prove to you I can hit hard." He backed up and she hit him in the chst. He laughed crossing his arms.

"Was that supposed to hurt?" He demanded. She felt her cheeks get red.

**I'll post in a few, I have to clean :/