Drake sighs and heads for what the arts and crafts were taking place. He was thinking of dozens of things at the moment.
TheDarkTemplar said
Dante entered the arts and crafts room with Isabella not far behind. The two sat together at a table where Isabella said loud enough for only Dante to hear, "How much blood did you bring?"Dante gave her a puzzled look before answering,"What's it to you?" "Oh I might not have packed enough, but I know that my brother would be more than happy to share with me", she replied with a sinister look on her face. Her eyes began to turn completely blood red and winced a bit before composing herself again. A scowl began to form on Dante's face as he looked over Isabella. "How long has it been since you last fed?", he said with an aggressive tone. Isabella chuckled a bit before answering, "Its been a while but like I said I know my brother will help me" Returning his gaze to the others in the room he replied with a lowered voice, "Forget it, if you die I'll finally be rid of you. Why should I help you?". Isabella returned the comment with the most insidious smile he had ever seen, "Because if you don't, I don't think the others will sit well with the fact that you abandoned your own sister" In that moment the anger that filled Dante moments ago returned, he got up from his table and went tohis cabin. He grabbed the case with his blood supply and made his way back to the arts and crafts room all the while swearing under his breath. Upon his return he threw the case onto the table and motioned for Isabella to use it. "Now that's a good brother", she smirked as she desperately downed every last blood vial. Once she was done Dante realized how close he was to disaster. She had not been feeding for weeks in preparation for this moment. And now he was without a food source, or at least a humane one. He wasn't sure how the others would react to him feeding on Cyan and the last thing he wanted was to be chased out of camp. But the other option-to fall into a bloodlust-was out of the question. This was truely hell.
KatherinWinter said
"Today you will make a picture of what summer means to you." The counselors told the kids. They handed out papers and set colored pencils on the tables.