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Dante took one look at Colt. "Like him already. Does he have everything you need?" he asked. Tighting his grip on her waist.

"Uh-huh." she smiled.

"Alright well this should be fun."

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***Ya. Hmmmm***

"Alright, come on, lets show him the place." Dante lead her out of the mall with Colt walking alongside to where she was between the two.

"How old are you Colt?" SHe had never asked that.

"In this lifetime?" Colt smiled. "Twenty-four. All together, over a thousand years old."

"wow." She leanead against Dante. She wondered how old he was.

Dante tried not to think about his age, Colt was a baby compared to Dante. And Dante wasn't proud or ashamed of it. He wrapped his arm around Dawn's waist and pulled her close. Colt seemed like an all over nice guy.

"So is Dawn going to be your first Witch training?" he asked.

Colt shook his head. "She'll be the third. May I ask why you don't teach her yourself?" he asked.

Dante faced Colt. "I don't think I can watch her back and teach her at the same time."

Dawn watched as Colt nodded and she leaned against his chest. WHat happened to him having to go find other witches? When they got back to her house they walked in to find Ezra sitting on the couch. She felt Dante tense up and saw Colt's eyes narrow.

"What are you doing in here?" Dante demanded before she could. She didn't mind.

"THe door was unlocked." Ezra smiled standing up and gliding over.

"No it wasn't." Dawn hissed. "I locked it myself."

"Who is this?" Ezra smiled at Colt. "Find someone else to train her? Not scared are you, Dante?"

Dante glared. "Not of you, thank you."

Ezra's mouth curved up into a wicked smile. "That's not what you said 10,000 years ago." she ran her fingers up and down Dawn's couch.

Dante made an unhuman sound in his throat. "Well, it's 10,000 years later and your not taking what's MINE away from me. Understand?"

Ezra's smile disappeared. "We'll see about that. Ah, Colt... Finally find some one who will take care of you?"

Dawn moved closer to Dante and looked at Colt. WHat was Ezra talking about. Colt looked at Ezra his eyes narrowed. His lips moved swiftly without a word and Ezra's eyes widened a little.

"Getting better are we." She smiled before disappearing.

"What did you do?" Dawn asked.

"Banned her." he walked to the couch and sat down.

"Mind explaining what she was talking about?" Dante demanded.

Dante didn't see what Ezra was talking about all he knew about was the here and the now and maybe 10,000 years before.

"What and the hell was that about?" he asked, his face flushed in impatience.

Colt shrugged like Dante's tone of voice didn't phase him. "When I as really little no one wanted me. My mother only had me so she could get to my father's green tree..." then as if they didn't understand he said it again. "My mom only gave birth to me to access my father's money." he growled.

Dante nodded, he understood now. And judging on the size of Colt he could easily kill both parents with a flick of his wrist, all Dante would have to do it blink.

Dawn bit her lower lip. "Let me make y'all some food." She said walking to the kitchen and getting some food put together. She heard Colt and Dante talking a little bit.

"Come eat you two." She called setting the pasta and chicken on the table and then pulling some bread out of the stove.

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***Time skip? I don't know anything either. :'( LEt me do this though.***

Dawn's head started to hurt. "I'm going up to lay down." She said walking up the stairs. She sat on her bed and rubbed her temples.

"Holly?" She called. She saw Holly show up on the seatee again with the little boy. "Why are you visiting me, and not Dante?"

"Cause, if I visit Dante he'll never get over me. I don't want him living in the past, I want him to love again. To feel again, he can't do that if he is still holding onto me. He can't do that if he gets to talk to me and comunicate with me. I love him, always will always have, but I want him to live. He can't live when he's in love with someone who died 10,000 years ago." She smiled and bounced the baby. "His son is the sweetest thing ever. He looks like his father, but neither of us will ever age."

"Can you not visit Dante once?" She asked.

"No, cause then he can call me back whenever and I can't refuse. I won't give him the power of knowing if he calls on me I can't refuse. He almost tired one time, but thankfully he was stopped." Holly replied. "Now he's coming up here. I'll talk to you later."

Dawn looekd at the door as it opened and Dante poked his head in.

"YOu ok?" He asked.

"Ya, just a slight head ache. It's gone pretty much." She smiled.

Dante walked into the room swiftly. He propped himself on the bed with Dawn and kissed her on her lips. "You taste like you had a good dream." he smiled.

"I did actually... But I don't want to talk about it." she grinned evilly.

"Good." He smirked. "Cause I don't want to talk about it." He rolled over and pinned her with his weight. He held himself on his elbows so that he didn't crush her. "Now your at my mercy." he smiled down at her.

"Won't be the first time. And I'm not worried." She smiled up at him. He growled low in his throat.

"Oh, you should be." He hissed. She just smiled and yawned.

"YOu dont' see me shaking in my boots, now do you?" She smiled kissing his lips.

Dante's ankle brushed her foot. "But your not wearing any boots." he aughed as he pressed a kiss to the side of her mouth.

"Maybe I'm not." she laughed.

"Oh, your not." He smiled at her. "But I'm sure if yuo were you would be shaking."

"Oh no I wouldn't." She said stubbornly. "Not a chance!"


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The whole room started to get dark as Dante kept kissing her. "I love you." he whispered against her ear. Then when he tried to get off he stubbed his toe against her headboard. "Son of a-!" he voice was muffled as she laughed.