"How about you save it. I think I see my next victim." Smirking, the 5'6 white-haired girl, stepped forward, leaving her friend behind and following the white-haired man that had just walked passed her. He was gorgeous, she thought. He had messy white-hair, whose bangs laid just atop his eyes. And wore a red coat that left somethings to the imagination while others in a cemented reality. Even the black boots he wore looked good on him. With each soundless step, she tried to keep up but the man walked like he was possesed. Perhaps he was going to go take care of business? Nonetheless, she kept her resolve and followed until he stopped.
He turned and she ducked to the nearest hiding place which was a narrow bit of space between two buildings, but which she thankfully fit in. Her heart began to race, hoping that the white-haired guy hadn't seen her and she waited patiently. Finally, she heard his footsteps go on their way again and she quickly came out of her hiding place and went back to following him. No longer did the thoughts of stealing his belongings plague her mind, instead they were replaced by the curious pull that he had imbedded in her.
"Pardon me, sir." She said quickly, trying to keep her composure as she pushed by a few people. She bumped her shoulder with someone else and heard the man's snide remarks and she turned to look at him. She'd get him in due time. Turning, she went back on her mission, but soon realized that she had lost sight of the enchanting stranger. Walking forth a few more paces, she hoped to catch sight of him again, but it was to no avail. The man had been quick and he was nowhere in sight. She turned, but the instant she brought her left leg forward she felt a grab of her shoulders and then she was slammed against the wall.
"Why are you following me?" Spoke the enchanting voice of the white-haired man she thought she'd lost for good. Her heart pounded against her chest and she looked a him undaunting. He surprised her, but he wouldnt get the best of her. "I wasn't following you. I was following someone else." She lied, but realized that the man had seen through it. "Either tell me why you were following me or I'll cut you." He said with a calm voice.
"Ohhh, am I supposed to be scared? Is the big bad man going to cut a defenseless girl? Yeah, that's showing them." She cracked back at him and saw the man hint at a smile.
"I doubt a babe like you is really defenseless." He cocked his head to the side as he motioned towards one of the pockets in her jacket. Damn that sly Devil. He had probably felt it too. She just smiled sheepishly, and tried to keep her cool. Under closer inspection, she noticed his eyes. They were beautiful, and held a rare beauty in it. She had to blinked a few times to get her mind back on track.
"Well maybe I'm not. You can never be too careful, can you?" She said.
"Never. Not when there are cute little stalkers like you around. So babe, got a name?" He spoke with a smirk.
"Maybe. You got a name?" She responded.
"Yeah. I bet you wanna know it, dont you?" He loosened his grip on her, as he spoke.
She laughed. "Maybe I do, maybe I dont. I'd be content in calling you 'Hellboy' with the amount of red you've got on."
There was a chuckle coming from him. And when it stopped there was a smile on his face, and he let her go completely. "See ya around, Isabelle." He stepped back and started down the block. And she just stood there, blinking. How the hell did he know her name? She came out of the spot and then followed him. "Hey, how'd you know my name Hellboy!" She called out to him, seeing him turn around to face her.
"Informants!" He smiled and walked with an air of cockiness, she thought.
"Well you gonna tell me your name!" She huffed back his way.
"It's Dante." And then he turned around and disappeared down the street.