"My friends?" And it was in these moments where his ability to protect overruled his inability to lie. "Nothing really. Just them out at places without me. But the fact I could see and hear everything they were saying like I was present just felt weird." Unlike when he lied for himself his tone wasn't shaky nor were there any real holes in his story. Revealing himself to Dante to find answers was one thing. Exposing potential secrets of the lives of his friends was another. At the same were they really his friends if they were hiding these things from him? The only thing still keeping him from believing those parts of his visions was Jackson. Because Danny never wanted to picture his best friend as a killer.

"What is it like? It's like believing your whole life Santa Claus was a joke only to wake up and find him screwing your mom under a tree. A joyous revelation along with a bit of potential psychological damage." He said it with an uneasy laughter in his tone. Finding out he was a witch helped make sense of some of the 'strange' in his life. But now that life became a lie. One that even his grandmother could be in on. "Either way I need answers, Dante." A hand placed on the guy's leg, his only source of truth. "It's no way I'm turning back now till I follow this road to the end."

The spell caused his eyes to widen and his smile to stretch, "Yes, can you? That would help. I can't say seeing my parents killed again is going to be easy....but I've relived it enough in my dreams. I need to face it head on." He wanted to say 'thank you' again but he felt as though repeating the words would only cause them to lose their power. And so Danny did the only other thing he knew could express his gratification. Leaning in closer one hand went to Dante's cheek while he drew his lips in to Dante's. A tender kiss of gratitude, affectionate but not overly sexual, was offered to the witch. Parting their mouths but keeping their face close together, "You don't know how much this means to me right now." Lingering in his gaze until he heard the knock at the door, "That must be the pizza. I'll get it." Standing from the couch to grab the food.

Bewitching Afternoon || Dante & Danny

"Your friends?" He blinked, wondering what Danny was seeing. "What is it you are seeing exactly?" He was curious, a curious little witch. Dannys friends, as fast as he knew were a few of the targets. More information on them might be nice, especially from an inside source. Maybe Danny could be used, the things he knew twisted. He did wonder how much he knew about werewolves and witches among other things. "I don’t understand how this might feel for you.. Your parents would have normally trained you in this, so I can’t say I know what it’s like. But I can say, I’ll help you, that you aren’t alone in this witchy stuff." Dante shrugged, figuring he could offer his help while getting closer. He would tell Joshua it was simply for the mission at hand. 

Animal attack - Dante instantly went to werewolves.. Beacon Hills used that to cover up most if not all of the werewolf attacks, and now Danny was telling him this. Not even Dante knew this about Danny’s parents. It would explain why they didn’t teach him, why they didn’t want him to know. To keep him safe? But from what or who..

"Do you want to know the truth? Even if those memories are painful, would you still want to know? I can show you what happened, if we go to the spot you see in your dreams, a spell in my book can sort of project it." He didn’t know if it was such a good idea, but that would be a sure way to gain someones trust. Help them out with something big like that, something involving such an emotional moment. "Not now, it would take about a week to get those kinds of ingredients.. But it’s possible.." 

Danny had already put more trust into Dante than he would have most guys he'd known for such a short time. The only other person he'd even mentioned any of this witch business too was Jackson. Not even his grandmother knew. Able to get someone over to replace his windows before she would be home from her trip. But just like all the others Danny could look into Dante's eyes and see a spark of good. Even if it was hidden behind the shadows of his life. He could only hope his trust in the guy didn't lead him further into danger. "Yeah....not a lot. Or at least it didn't start that way." Turning to Dante he tried to get his thoughts together. "It started happening a while back. I would just have these weird dreams....or visions of my friends. They were all in these pretty weird situation so I just thought of it as my imagination getting the best of me. Now they're getting stronger and more frequent."

Even with his trust in Dante the tales of Scott turning into a wolf creature and Jackson killing people was not the focus of what he wanted to share. "But...it's the dream of my parents that worry me the most." Letting go of a soft sigh, his eyes revealing a sadness of the subject. Knowing that Dante might understand his source of pain. "Ever since I was younger I was told they died in an animal attack. But it always seemed wrong. Now I'm having dreams of this guy...or thing attacking them. He looked human but his hands were clawed like an animal. I watched him slaughter my parents right in the back of my home where they were found in the woods. Even though I was miles away with my grandmother when it happened. And now....I don't think it's so much a figment of my imagination as assumed."

Bewitching Afternoon || Dante & Danny

Something else Dante just wouldn’t understand. He grew up around this, grew up as a witch so coming to terms with it, understanding it was easy. Even he was gay and that was easy, his parents were very open. “You are a witch..” Dante repeated with Danny, a laugh following. He just needed some time to process it.. Dante kind leaned back suddenly, Dannys mood of shock turning to questions and wide eyes. The questions he was asked were kind of strange, suddenly the reason behind this became a lot more clear. “Visions, seeing the future kind of stuff? I mean I can look into the past and yeah dreaming is a way to further increase that. Your mind is more open when sleeping, it can travel a lot easier.” Dante swallowed, scooting back a little for some distance. 

"Why? Does this happen to you a lot?" He didn’t know what to expect, a lie or the truth. Maybe him asking was a way to prove that, to see where he stood in Danny’s trust. He sort of figured Danny was experiencing these other wise he wouldn’t bring it up all of a sudden. "Things you just sort of have to learn to control, keep your emotions balanced and in check. Certain emotions can cause things to happen."

Danny was a mix of emotions from joy to fear. Answers leading to even more questions. He....was a witch. Or at least had the power to start small fires. Suddenly that feeling of being out of place, different of unlike the others, had less to do with his loss of parents, sexuality and hidden geekdom. He was a real life creature of supernatural origin. Such a revelation would invoke others to seek out more of this power to fulfill their own selfish endeavors. Danny only felt like this was the point he wanted off the crazy train. Not sure he was ready to face the fantasy that was just made into a very physical reality. All the time his eyes never left the flame.

Even the pat on the back went unnoticed as he tried to wrap his brain around it all. Then a new spike of fear crept in. Remembering the danger Dante said he and those around him could be in. Had he just opened a door that could put his grandmother at further risk? The thought actually didn't make him want to stop. It made he want to know more. Because if being what he was could endanger his loved ones then he needed to get as much knowledge and power over his own gifts as he could. Before the next thing he shattered was someone he cared for.

Finally pulling himself from the daze he looked to Dante. "Yeah, thanks. I guess this is all realer than I was expecting. I'm a witch." Shaking his head with a sigh, running his long fingers through the mess of hair on his head. "And here I thought coming out as gay was going to be the hardest thing I did." Then something came to mind. Dante still being that beacon of light that guiding him out of this cloud of unknowing. He sat up, turning towards his guest with eyes full of questions. "Dante....I want to continue the test but I have to ask you some. Do you ever have dreams? Like glimpse of things that seem very real? As if you're reliving the moment or feel as if you are there?"

Bewitching Afternoon || Dante & Danny

Dante couldn’t help, even though as bad as he wanted to ignite the candle and pretend Danny did it he couldn’t. This was Danny, he had to focus on it, had to draw out that power his own way. For Dante it just came naturally, he was different than most witches but still used normal means to the little things. He knew Danny was a witch he could feel that power, though as it was different for everyone to bring it forth and use it. It’s bad enough he was here helping him, when he should be working minding his own business. Danny was a witch and he could make a nice witchy friend. Was that really so bad to want? 

"Oh come on, don’t give up just yet.." He smiled, when Danny slumped back into the couch. It could be tiring and stressful, even more so for someone who didn’t have this sort of power built up. "How about this you keep trying I’ll order the pizza.." Dante stood stepping into the next room and pulling out his cell phone. Considering it was just him and his brother Dante had certain places in his phone. Like the pizza place, the small deli and even a Chinese place. So he ordered the pizza, two large with extra cheese and pepperoni. Danny looked big, muscular he didn’t know how much that guy could eat. One with onions one with out, since he just got what ever. 

"Anything specific you want on it?" He asked, while eyes focus on the candle. Danny still seemed to be trying, and yet the result ended the same. Could he be wrong about Danny? No - No he wasn’t wrong about this sort of thing. 

"Danny, you are abo—" Before he could finish Danny lit the candle, the point coming to life. He could feel the sudden wave of power being released, that energy building and building and damn it felt kinda good. Danny seemed shocked yet extremely happy. Dante smiled, saying fuck it and going with those orders. "It will be here in a bit…" He flopped down next to the male, patting him on the shoulder. "See, just takes your own form of concentration." 

Maybe to a point Danny's kind heart was his downfall, at least when it came to lying. He was always so open and honest with others when it came to himself. His sexuality, his desires and fears, he had nothing to hide in general. Unless it was something he was sworn to secrecy by Jackson or a need to prove his fake ID was real. So he wouldn't be surprised that Dante would see through his ruse. If anything he'd probably see playing along as just a good gesture on Dante's part. Again only able to see the good in someone else.

The tone of the room changed when Dante mentioned protecting his grandmother. Danny's own safety was something he occasional walked a thin line with. In Dante's case he wouldn't want to do anything to put him in harms way. But his grandmother? The very last piece of his family Danny had? It was safe to say he'd do nothing to ever put her in danger. Solidifying his promise that he would not utter a word of this to anyone out side of this room. But how long could he keep it from Jackson?

When the candle sparked to life Danny stared at the flame in sort of stunned awe. Turning to Dante with amazement and then back to flame. "Dude...that is unreal." Seeing fire come to life might not have been the most unnatural thing to occur to him but it was still something to adjust to this close up. His first contact, as far as he knew, with a being of supernatural power. If it wasn't for all the dreams and his ability to shatter glass  without touch he'd be completely freaked out. Instead it was only a minor adjustment of shock he was able to settle himself from. "Okay...let me give this a try." Taking a seat on the couch taking a deep breath but giving Dante a weary look after the talk of the fire spreading, "Is that really the best to tell me to relax?"

Again he tried to clear his thoughts and focus. Putting Dante's tips to use he gave it about three tries with no results. The first was about five minutes of just staring at the tip of the candle trying to force it to ignite. Nothing. The second time lasted for about another ten minutes. Somewhere towards the end Danny felt something build inside of him only to find that something was hunger and growl of his stomach. Embarrassed he looked to Dante, "Sorry...I think I should've ordered that pizza before we got started." And the third only wielded a large vein rising in his forehead from straining before he just fell back in the couch with his face in his hands. "Dude...maybe I was wrong. I don't think I can..." But then something clicked in that gifted mind of his. A sort of melding between Dante's words and relating it to himself. "Wait...let me try something."

This time Danny came to the edge of his seat and focused again. Imagining the candle lighting in a way of building up the spark inside of himself. Thinking about a game. Being on the field filled with such adrenaline. Adrenaline that was held at bay just before the whistled blew. Holding back all that power and force without pushing forward before the signal. Thinking of the flame in the same way. Visualizing the fire to be the solid form of his adrenaline. Just waiting for that first whistle signal him to let it burst out. And when the whistle went off in his head Danny let that power ignite...sparking the flame to life. "HOLY FUCK!" Almost cheering as he succeeded in getting the candle to life. A few moment of euphoria before reality set in...he got the flame to ignite? He was a witch? "Oh...fuck."

Bewitching Afternoon || Dante & Danny

"I know.." Dante shrugged, when Danny admitted this wasn’t about some research paper. Danny wasn’t the best liar, didn’t take witch powers to feel that one just some common sense. Yet it didn’t stop him from wanting to help, actually knowing the truth behind the lie was the reason. Danny seemed confused, wanting answers to his questions. Dante could so easily help, provide him with these answers if no one else seemed to be. "It’s not just me that is at risk, it’s my brother and possibly you, your grandmother, the people around you." Eyes moved to the hand on his shoulder, traveling up Danny’s arm to his face.

Dante aligned the items up, water, candle, flower, feather - “We start with the candle, it’s one of the easiest things to do.” Dante patted the seat next to him, scooting over so Danny would be in front of them placed out. “It’s focus, concentration, you need to visualize it happening, actually express wanting it to happen. See a spark and ignite it with your mind..” Dante looked to the candle, the point bursting with a small flame suddenly. 

"Creating is a lot easier than extinguishing, especially with fire it can get out of control, panic will make it grow take on life and spread." Dante looked back to the candle, just as it flickered out. "Just relax…" 

Danny couldn't help the excitement he felt at knowing this might not be the last time he saw Damian. Even more so than knowing he wasn't going to be killed. Which again was just another weird thought coursing through him. Seeing Damian being more important than his own safety. When did he become such a masochistic for painful pleasure over his own well being? "So I'll forget about the blood and fangs?" That much he could say he was fine with. As it was the only sour note in this encounter. Or at least the part he wanted to believe was the worst part. When in truth Damian's bite and blood had given him more pleasure than any guy before combined. Which again was just as fucked up as anything else about this night.

Their eyes met and Danny felt himself drawn into the vampire's power. His gaze even stronger than his blood as it erased moments from his mind and replaced them with just another random hot guy he made out with in a truck. That's all that happened. "Okay..." He said still in a daze till Damian looked away again. All fear drained from his expression and replaced by a boy who had an amazing time with a hookup. Just what he needed. The compelling taking full effect. Though he felt a little embarrassed for cumming in his pants. And hoped the older guy didn't think he was just some inexperienced kid. "Thanks for the ride..um...sorry I forgot your name." He opened the door but the blood in his system pushed him for one last kiss. Reaching over to suck on Damian's lips with his own before he pulled away. "Hope I see you again." He winked and jumped out the car. Walking the last few block to his home to do as Damian commanded.

Well this sucks....

"I am nothing like the movies.." He cocked a brow, looking over at the boy. Yeah maybe in some ways he was like the movies, weaknesses and even some strengths. He didn’t need the guy knowing this, so it was best to let him think Damian was very much different. "I am far from a good vampire, I just don’t feel the need to kill you. Not when I might want some fun again, although I will be making you forget most of this." Damian smiled, following the directions given. Now he would know where the guy lives, this would make it easier to find him. 

"When I am done, all you will remember is some great kinky sex, a ride home and you waking up." Damian shrugged, figuring he would leave the sex in, not all of it just some bits. He would also have to do something about Danny’s mess. "Hmm, new plan.." Damian muttered, pulling up at the destination. When he found him self parked he turned to look at Danny. His eyes taking on a light blue glow as they stared into the boys. 

"A cute guy offered you a ride, you two had a little fun in his truck, ending with you creaming your pants. You wont remember the blood, or being told about vampires, all you will remember is a safe trip and unbelievable pleasure." Damian spoke with a large grin. "When you get inside, you will go straight to the shower, clean your self and head to bed." 

Danny felt bad if his words had offended the vampire. Which was just crazy even for the kindhearted boy to give someone who just ripped a hole in his throat and lip sympathy. "Sorry..." He whispered once Damian was back in the truck, now in motion. He'd had fun and enjoyed every minute of the their time. But he felt weird admitting it. That he liked the bite and the taste of the vampires blood. Trying to figure why he didn't run the moment the door was open. Or even if he'd have the strength to make it far before he was dead. Though even stranger was the energy returning to him. Rejuvenated bit by bit the deeper the vampire blood coursed. "I just...never met a vampire before...and the way you...or your kind handles a human differs from movie to movie." The boy was still under the vampire's pull through the blood still coating his lips, "Are you like a good vampire or something?" Asked before the gave the directions to the house a few blocks from his own. Danny was still unsure of his fate but he wasn't bringing a monster good or bad to where his grandmother could be waiting.

Well this sucks....

So defeated, so helpless, that alone could make Damian cum again and again. This was what he loved, this is what he strives to achieve with his victims. The vampire climbed from Danny’s lap, pushing the door open as he stepped out from the truck. He grabbed his shirt, cleaning him self off as best he could. “No I’m not going to kill you.” He muttered, climbing back into the truck and pulling out. “I’m going to take you home like you want, so directions would be nice.” He smiled, fangs put away. His pants closed up as he stretched out and made him self comfortable. “We had fun, and you go to me killing you. That is hurtful..” He mused over with a large grin. Damian would compel him, that was it for now. 

Danny looked to Dante, suddenly no longer spellbound by the talk of magic. It was the mention of his parents that struck a cord with him. A subject of lost that no one could understand but someone else who'd been missing his own. He wanted to hug Dante, embrace him with a sense of 'I know'. But also like someone who'd lost his parents too early he knew it wasn't a subject anyone wanted to just talk about freely. So after offering a little sympathy through his gaze, Danny returned to the task at hand. "Yeah...um, hold on." Stepping out and going into his kitchen to find a cup, filling it with cold water from the sink. Next he grabbed a lily from a vase on the kitchen table. Plucked from his grandmother's garden a day or two before. Items gathered he took a moment before coming back into the Living Room. Taking a few deep breaths to prepare himself for whatever came next. Whether it left him with answer or even more questions.

Coming back to the room with an item in each hand he placed it down on the table. "Listen, Dante...I really appreciate your help with this. I'm pretty sure you get by now this isn't completely...or at all about some research paper. Or at least you will depending on how this test goes." Placing a hand on his shoulder, "But you don't have to worry about me ever revealing your secret, okay? I get this isn't some kid's game. At least I do know with your book here.." Eyes cutting to the pages still emitting a wave of power from whatever was contained inside, "This is your life and I would never put you at risk. I swear." Giving the shoulder one final squeeze before dropping his hand to his side, "So...how do we get started?"

Bewitching Afternoon || Dante & Danny

"Think of the imagination, it’s limitless. The book is the same, it grows just like I do." The book was probably one of his three biggest weaknesses. It was also a source of great power, if someone strong enough could get into it that could be bad with the past knowledge of the knight family. "It’s one of the last things I have of my family, my parents.." He smiled while sitting back down. "But lets not focus on that, we need to focus on this test.." Eyes slid to the candle and feather, then back up to Danny.

"Magic is dangerous, it’s not fun and games like in the shows." Dante somewhat blames Magic, blames it for taking his family. They would have been normal, living a nice life without it. "You can’t tell anyone about me.. People don’t like my kind, and they kill us.." His voice softened, not really enjoying this topic. It just brought back unwanted memories he tried blocking out, he tried using magic and it didn’t work. "When you are ready, I can tell you how to do these things, if you have the other tests.." 

Danny laid back on the seat, neck and chest looking more like he was the aftermath of being sexual violated by a beast more than a man. Still lost in the fog of Damian's bite and blood. Weak from the combination and having what energy he had stored left shot from his cock. Leaving him to be nothing more than helpless prey for what the vampire had in store for him next.

Looking up to Damian as he finally declared an answer to the question there wasn't much reaction on Danny's face. As if the fangs and blood play wasn't enough to prove something of fantasy was very real in front of him. Too weak to scream, to sexually satisfied to cry. Just staring back blankly into his blue eyed monster searching for any sign of safety in the cold gaze. "...are you going to kill me?", his tone soft and pained. Speaking somewhat uncomfortable given the tear in his tongue and lip. Even with it slowly mending faster than should be possible for a human as Damian's blood went to work. The hands were on Damian's thighs, should be used to push him off...but Danny knew he had no energy to fight him. Even if he could summon up any of his hidden witch powers they would do nothing to really cause the vampire harm. Probably would only give more reason to kill the boy for even trying.

Well this sucks....

What was he? Damian didn’t know if he should spoil all the fun and tell him. He would probably have to end up compelling him or even just out right killing him. Seemed he didn’t have to answer just yet, not with a hungry boy right before him. Damian sucked on that tongue, welcomed it even more so when blood was involved. Some humans weak spot was ice cream, Damian’s was tasteful blood. He didn’t bother holding back any longer, Danny would heal. Fangs tearing at flesh, his tongue and lip as they crashed against each other. Pain was replaced with pleasure anyway, only adding to the fire. 

Damian pulled back, tongue licking along his lips as he watched the boys face. Such a pleasing sight, watching as those dimples deepened. The way he whimpered, sounded so defeated and weak. Damian sped up at those last minutes, rolling his hips and pressing them down harder each time. He could feel it building, feel it coming within seconds Damian had leaned forward, his own orgasm rocked his body. He felt as though he was vibrating, everything around him vibrating. A hiss like moan pushed forth, as he unloaded all over Danny’s stomach. 

The scent of blood and cum, lust, desire filling the air so much his senses were overwhelmed. The vampire lolled back and forth, chuckling as his cock pushed out those last few leaking spurts. Hands placed at Danny’s shoulders, thumbs running up under his neck. So easily he could break him, strangle him.. “Vampire…” He finally told him what he was. 

Danny looked confused at the word. Till he saw the book on the table and his supernatural knowledge, surprisingly gained from a show called Supernatural, kicked in. "Oh...is that..." Stepping closer into the room Danny could feel a power emitting from the book. Like the smell of his grandma's cookies cooling in the kitchen, only this had no effect on the five senses he was used to. No, the book was calling out to a sixth sense he still had no true knowledge or control of. Before he knew it he'd come close to stand at Dante's side, eyes never leaving the book. "Wow. You're like the real deal, huh?" Looking to Dante he hadn't doubted the boy might be of some help. But he never thought he'd have his very on spell book along with him. Was he going blindly down that path again? Closer to answers but further from any place of safe comfort he was used too? "What can you...do? With the book I mean." He might've just expected some tarot cards and crystal balls. But real life spells? Steeling himself there was no way he'd turn back now. Forgetting all need for food or his fading headache.

Bewitching Afternoon || Dante & Danny

"Yeah… You are a li- lot distracting like that..” Dante didn’t bother looking at him, sort of kept his eyes lowered to the ground. Only when Danny left did he find him self a seat. The back pack placed down between his legs. He pulled on both zippers, pulling out the candles, a few feathers and the grimoire. He set them up nicely on a small table, looking them over before zipping the back pack up. The place didn’t feel weird, despite strange litlte figurines staring at him. He didn’t like them just like he didn’t like porcelain dolls. Fuck those things, he can handle just about anything but those things creeped him out. 

When Danny came back eyes fell on him and again he looked pretty good. Dante had to admit, he enjoyed the sweat pants, messy look more. Bed hair was just hot in his opinion. “That sounds good, pizza is a very good thing.” He smiled, standing up as if he had to or it was polite or something. He didn’t get invited over to other’s houses at all. “Uh, I brought my grimoire..” He offered a smile. 

Danny had probably never been so dirty in his sexual acts before. Metaphorically and literally. Covered in his own blood, drinking the blood of another, precum painting his chest....but at the same time he never felt so alive either. The boy had no clue what Damian was doing to him but he could feel the man seeping deeper into his core. Like the very blood he grew thirty for was taking over and melting away all morals, ethics and fear in him. Every bite, lick of his nipple and scratch against his skin felt like pure pleasure. Forgetting what pain was or even caring about the marks that would decorate his form tomorrow. Only most likely healed with no hint of their ever being a scar with the vampire blood coursing through his system.

The hand at the back of Damian's neck slid up into his hair, gripping the vampire and snatching him away from his neck. Not to stop him...but almost to marvel at this creature of unnatural allure. "What the fuck are you?" Hazy eyes and a dazed tone, it was truly a question that had no need for an answer. Instead he just pulled the vampire down to his mouth for a bloody kiss. Missing Damian's blood on Danny's lips with his own on Damian's it was sweeter than heaven. Thrashing his tongue violently around in Damian's mouth, not even caring of the cut he caused his tongue when it collided with a fang. Leaking more of his blood out to feed his dark savior.

But every human had their limit, even the unknowing witches. And he could feel his erection was coming to the end of it's torture. He cried out in a moan whimper, "Fuck....I'm gonna....I'm....gonna..." But he could not finish his words before he unloaded his own seed into his pants. A heavy round of cum that caused his entire body to seize and a strain seep into his jeans. Feeling the climax echo from his cock, through his body and into his mind.

Well this sucks....

Needy boy, Damian liked! He enjoyed that fear stricken face, Damian’s lips curving into a smirk. He could only imagine what Danny was thinking. How if he refused he would die, if he fought he would die, how careless and dangerous it was to get into some strangers truck. That fear spoke so much, Damian could stare at a face like that all day. So when those lips clamped down on his wrist, teeth seemed to follow Damian gave a loud gasp. It gave him pleasure, unknown pleasure to have his blood drained in such a way. He felt connected with his victims, felt this pull, felt what they felt and Danny was feeling nothing but bliss. 

His hips rocked, thrashing around and pressing down hard on Danny’s trapped erection. Damian’s own length kept rubbing along his chiseled abs, smearing thick trails of pre-cum. He noticed how the blood leaked from the two fang wounds, running down over warm skin onto the males chest. A tongue started just below his nipple moving up and licking the blood up. He followed the trail until his fangs were placed back into those holes, again sucking this boy. He wanted to suck him dry, wanted to kill him, had to resist. 

He had one hand, he could free Danny but he wanted him to cream his pants. Wanted him to feel that friction and strain on his cock. So he used that hand to run up and down Danny’s side, bunt nails leaving red lines behind. 

Day 1 ~ "The ones I miss most..."

1.) Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?

Danny's relationship with his parents was a typical one, minus the fact they hid their witch bloodline away from him. He wasn't exactly close with his father. Mikael Mahealani was always the strong, silent type. Probably where Danny gets his often mistaken shy/reserved nature from. His father was never the one to baby him but do what he could to toughen the boy up. Danny can still remember when he was five tossing a football around with dad. He tripped when going for a catch and scrapping his knee up pretty bad. Though his father didn't help him up or carry him home. He stood there and waited for Danny to dry his tears, pick himself up and walk the injury off as they made their back into the house to tend to it.

Of course when they arrived Anya Mahealani saw the injury she quickly pulled the boy in her arms and took him off to be nursed. Even as Mikael told he not to coddle their son she just ignored the man and continued on with her motherly duties. Anya was always kind and gentle with her boy. Reading him to sleep at night and believing any kiss she gave him on the forehead could cure all aliments. And surprisingly they always did. Though it might've had to do more with her witch ability than just a mother's love. She was kindhearted but still probably the strongest one of their family. Able to melt through even the rougher exterior of his father when needed. Inheriting the quiet/strong exterior from his father while the still holding the warm/loving heart kept inside for those who deserved to feel it's love. Capable of melting any darkness away given the right dose of his love.

Even with being closer to his mother Danny misses both his parents daily. And his recent dreams of their deaths had only ripped that never healing wound wide open as if it were that same day he'd learned of their 'animal attack'. If there was one thing Danny would sacrifice anything for it would be to bring his parents back. Question is will he still idolize the two when he finds out the secret they hid from the boy of his birthright?

Maybe forget wasn't the right word. More so lost track of his plans for the next day under the sea of alcohol and supernatural bliss. Dante's visit was important to him on more than one level. Besides getting him some answers he also thought the guy was pretty nice. And could be a good friend to gain...maybe even more. "No it's cool. Think I just overdid it last night when I went out. Um, you can have a seat in the Living Room while I go put something else on." Gesturing to the large sitting room decorated with a few places to sit and plenty of family photos of young and present Danny, his grandmother and his parents. Nothing of real value to be cautious of Dante being around. Unless the guy had a thing for small figurines that were scattered about the mantle and table. "Back in sec."

He darted upstairs. Even at his groggy state Danny still moved like an athlete, just maybe a little slower. Hopping up two steps at a time he cut into his room, coming out of his sweat pants and looking around for something more appropriate for his company. A pair of blue jeans and basic white T was easy enough. The bulge of his abs being the only thing visible at this point. Trotting back not too long after he ascended still barefoot as he walked to find Dante. "Sorry about that. Did you want anything to drink? I might have to order a pizza to supply that need for food."

Bewitching Afternoon || Dante & Danny

Dante found him self waiting, rocking on the heels of his feet as he examined the area a little more. He heard Danny call out, and figured he might have been busy. His voice sounded weird, maybe a rough night. When the door opened he wasn’t expecting Danny in such relaxed attire. Eyes instinctively lowering down that very hard body. Was he sleeping? The witch though, brows furrowing. His eyes quickly shot up, not staring at the all too noticeable bulge in those sweats. 

Forgot… Yeah, that happened with him a lot. “Hey’ it’s fine…” Not really, no he lied. “You okay? I can always come back another time..” He pointed back with his thumb. Danny looked good with casual clothes, but damn did he look cuddly in sweats and bed hair. Dante nibbled at his bottom lip, offering up a small smile as he stepped inside. He could tell Danny had a rough night, no witchy powers needed for that. 

Inside he had his eyes bouncing around, just curious of his surroundings. It seemed no one else was home. He didn’t have to worry about his grandmother. Turning around he looked over Danny again, inhaling and releasing into a hiss. Dante’s night? Yeah nothing, sitting on the roof playing with the snow that fell. Being a witch did have some magical perks.

Danny awoke to the sounds of knocks on his door that felt like booms of thunder in his ear. Lifting his head with a bit of a groan from the blinding light pouring in from his window and the little person tap dancing on his brain. What the hell happened last night? Most of it a blur of alcohol and something else coursing through his system. Though he didn't have time to figure out what had transpired of his night out when another round of knocks came. Remembering he was home alone with his grandmother out on her Atlantic City New Years trip, Danny reluctantly pulled himself from his pillow. "I'm coming!", he called. Regretting the yell as soon as it left his mouth. Groaning as he tried to calm the new wave of pain he caused in his own head.

Finally sliding his naked boy from out of the warmth of his sheets, Danny grabbed a pair of gray sweats not too far from his reach on a chair. The fabric no more than covering his naked body, though it did little to hide the same of his bulge and ass from the way the sweats clung to his form. Sliding them on while making his way to the front door for what he suspected was Jackson dropping off his keys. Exactly why Jax didn't just use the key to get in he had not clue. Maybe his best friend expected Danny to have company and didn't want to walk in on anything he'd regret. "The coast is clear. You don't have to cover your..." Opening the door without checking to find Dante on the other side.

A moment of clarity peeking through the hazy morning after brain. "Oh...fuck. Dante. Sorry, man. I completely forgot." Scratching through his mess of hair. "Come in, come in." He stepped back to let the guy pass. As out of it as he was he didn't want to be rude and call for a rain check. The guy was nice enough to help him and Danny's own thirst for the unknown would be sure to pull him from this fog he was still wadding through. Of course it was this curiosity that continued to get Danny in trouble again and again. Making him naive to the dangers he was putting himself in or the dangerous people he was so welcoming into his home. From a cheating boyfriend, to an Alpha werewolf that was putting his friend in danger and last night romp with a vampire. Now opening himself up to a witch who seemed like a beacon of light in this confusion. Blinding him to the darker intents that were hidden behind those hypnotic blue eyes.

Bewitching Afternoon || Dante & Danny

Lucky for him Danny didn’t live all that far, so his walk came pretty easy and also gave him time to think. Danny seemed nice, seemed clueless at best. Maybe they wouldn’t have to hurt him, wouldn’t have to take his heart. Joshua would be pissed if he found out, Dante was actually going to help Danny out. Helping him possibly learn about his family, that he is a witch and his family also were witches. It was a little surprising his grandmother didn’t tell him. Which brought up the question why? Was it because they wanted him to have a normal life? Or was it something darker? Was it possible they knew this was coming, that Danny would ultimately be a target to them. 

Dante shook his head, fingers clinging to his strap on the back pack. No, that wasn’t it - It couldn’t be. He needed to focus, needed to think of helping him. That’s what other witches do, they help each other. The young witch walked up some stairs and knocked on the door, eyes darting left to right. What if this was a trap? No one knew he was here, knew he was even around. In his pack back he had a few things, like his grimoire, candles, feather and some other small things that might be needed. 

How bad could he be? Not that he was somewhat excited to go out, not that he would be so easily manipulated. He was the one fooling them all, the one gaining trust, friendship, hearts. So he just needed to bring his walls back up and put on a smile. He wasn’t turning back now, and maybe Danny could help with Angelique. Maybe between the three of them they could take her down, be free, maybe stay in Beacon Hills. 

While Danny might have expected Damian to poke him with something else hard and pointy, this wasn't exactly head imagined. "Dude...what are yo....fuck." The initial point of the fang breaking into his skin caught him off guard. Ready to push the freak off of him...but as they sunk even deeper into him his rejection of the action ceased. "Oh...god." Eyes fluttering closed as he took hold of the back of Damian's neck. Pulling him deeper into the bite when any sane person might've thrown him off. But the boy was nowhere near in his right mind or even seem to care as the warm, sticky blood leaked out down his neck. Momentarily forgetting about the cock in his hand he just let this unnatural wave of pleasure consume him from the mix of the bite's sensation and the small amount of Damian's blood in his system.

But even with the overflowing ecstasy enslaving him, his fear was still very real when a bloody mouthed with fangs came into sight. Wide eyes of fear staring back trying to come down off this sexual high but too far gone to recover. Danny was starting to curse this magnet for trouble he seemed to have. Out of fear if he would refuse and the high of lust still taking control of his actions, Danny hesitantly brought his lips to the wrist with an expression of light disgust. But his apprehension faded the moment he tasted that unknown power laced in Damian's kiss in what was now pouring into his mouth.

Grabbing hold of the wrist and latching on tighter to what felt like a forbidden nectar. Filling his body up with feverish warmth of lust and hunger. One hand at Damian's wrist and the other at the back of the vampire's neck he'd run out of hands to attend to Damian's cock. But it didn't stop him from grinding his own erection up into the man. The tip of his dick sticky with precum as it leaked in his underwear.

Well this sucks....

Do what ever you want…..

That line, that simple line stuck out to him. Danny was obviously very unaware of what he just said. Unaware of the dangers that lurked with Damian. At least Damian asked, and now he had permission to do what ever he wanted. His hips gave a slow roll, not only grinding down against Danny but pushing up into that hand working him. His head lolling to the side at the attention and nips to his ear. 

Such attention didn’t last long with Damian, oh no. Within those few seconds, his fangs were thrust forward into the teens neck. The vampire sinking those points deep into the well muscled flesh. The blood oozing out as the vampire sucked it up. The veins along his eyes began to spread, the color of blue more intense. When he pulled away from that neck, blood dripped down his chin and onto his chest. The feel of the tinesist bit of warmth, had bumps running up his body. 

"Here.." Damian instructed, using his fang to tear a slit along his wrist. "Don’t ask, just drink." He held his wrist out, fangs being placed back at Danny’s neck, in the exact spot. Warmth filling his mouth, as the sounds of his moans muffled with the sound of a sloppy vampire sucking. His head shaking while he tore into the skin, not a care on how much pain he was applying, all that matter was this sweet tasting blood.