Maggie smiled, nodded at Wolfgang and shrugged a shoulder, "Thanks, I was hoping it would work, and I'm glad it did," her green eyes flickered to the huntress-turned-vampire and nodded to her agreeing, "of course, that's something she's to keep on her for emergency use in case the worst does happen. That's what it was made for, like pepper spray, just for vampires." Her attention snapped to the cute human girl as she politely thanked her and Maggie smiled gently, "You're so very welcome dear, anything to help." She crossed her arms and leveled her gaze with the pureblood who was still outside, looking paler than ever. Was he alright? He wasn't over-working himself as he used to still now was he? She needed some time to catch up with him later.
Aleksei looked to Mina who managed a smile, a sign that she wasn't affected too bad by the smell. They both slowly edged back into the room, the open door provided some sort of filter, though it wasn't enough to kill the bad odor. The pureblood held Isabella's gaze, she asked him if she could train, and he responded with a nod. Perhaps refraining from communicating to her verbally so that he could hold his breath.
Dante sniffed the air, seeing Vera do so subtly, the smell had changed, it was no longer as stinky --more fragrant than ever. Like a normal perfume. Well duh, it was supposed to repell vampires, not them. So that could explain how it wore off, either that or their noses weren't working right. Isabella seemed quite willing to put her all into training, but Dante wondered, would she like to train to be a hunter as he was, or simply get the basics of hunting vampires under her belt? The two were very different levels of fighting strengths and techniques. If he had the time, and she had more Supernatural-know-how in mind, he would have preferred to focus on the former, since the requirements to being a hunter covered all fields -vampires as well. She would not only learn to defend herself from hordes of vampires, but also from anything that came at her. She wouldn't have to rely on just one weapon, but many. One could never be too careful. However the con of that would be how hard it would be on her to make it to Hunter Status as he and Vera were. It took years and mucho effort to be what they were. They had to lose everything and sacrifice themselves, put their lives on the line to do what they did. It wasn't a line of work for the faint of heart, or those who had a "conscience" really. Sometimes, people get killed, if a demon is possessing a human, and the only way to get rid of the monster is by ending the host's life, then it has to be done.
No hesitation. All the way.
She was either two feet in, or two feet out.
Isabella, he decided, should never aim to be a hunter and if she was assuming that hunting could be "fun" or even "exhilarating" a career, than he would change her perspective on it fast. There was nothing fun about hunting. It was simply his destiny to be a hunter, there was no way around it, and as that, he would protect her from the supernatural. He nodded to her when she asked him when she could start hunting, "Tomorrow, you'll start training tomorrow," Dante replied, shoving his hands into his pockets as she then turned to Wolfgang and Julian. They introduced themselves to her, even gave her a gift, informing her of a known friendship with her grandmother and of a tribe they led for years. He raised his brows when Selene established that they were indeed wolves. Would have seen that one commin'.
Everyone seemed to like Isabella as soon as they met her, this would be the second gift she'd received. He had noticed the pretty little pearl bracelet on her wrist with a gold heart set aflame. Had to be Aleksei.
"Isabella I am only teaching you how to defend yourself against the vampires in case they attack you. I'm going to be doing the actual hunting here. You're not dying and you're not gonna fulfill any damn prophecy!" Yeah he sounded pretty harsh, but he was getting pissed with everyone thinking that she'd become some kind of Xena Warrior Princess, only to end up dead because of her freaking "foreseen" fate. She had a right to live, a right to choose her own destiny and it was for that purpose that he stood up for. Would protect her for. Not just because he was a hunter, he would do it had he not been one. Considering what he was and all, he would have most likely been pulled into this crap anyways.
He was already on his feet and crossing to the door, "I have some important things I need to do right now, so you're gonna have to pipe the fuck down and wait for tomorrow, got it? If you want to start already, you have Selene and Vera, they can teach you anything you wanna know. Hmm, maybe they should... Whatever, see ya later." He muttered, walked out the door, and passed the vampires still debating whether it was safe enough to go back in.
"Where to, Salvatore?" Veratos asked, hesitating a little behind like she was wondering if she could tag along with him, or not.
Dante was in his car, already starting it without even strapping on a seat belt, the look on his face suggested that he wanted absolutely no one to even think about saying they wanted to join him on his journey to wherever the hell he was going this time. Not looking at her he told her she didn't have to worry, he'd text her if he needed her and that if she could keep an eye on Isabella that would be great. Then he led the car out of the property and sped away.
"Hmm, you're hiding something and you're scared. You always do that when you are," Veratos thought aloud, watching as the Impala disappeared down the road. Whatever it was, she knew she was gonna know about it sooner or later. What she hated about the stupid hunter was his habit of keeping things that bothered him to himself, it's like he doesn't want anybody to help him when he obviously needs it. Turning to the others she shrugged, then strolled back into the car shop, regrouping with Selene, Michael and everyone else. "He wouldn't tell me where he went, but I think he'll be fine. So, Isabella, are you ready for boot camp?" Vera asked the girl, smiling at her rather brightly.
*
Driving down the winding road with old rock music playing on the radio, Dante nearly freaked out when his cell went off, no sooner than twenty minutes after he left Jenkin's Auto. Flipping the device open and pressing it to his ear he said, "What?" his tone the usual roughness of a long hard night mulling over the most difficult case he'd ever taken. His knuckles turned white as he heard the voice on the other end of the line, his expression morphing into pure frustration at another blow he must take in like a man. Nodding as if the speaker could see him, he replied, "I'll be there as soon as I can, don't let him die on me!"
Dante pushed the car faster, heading this time to Morehead Memorial Hospital in Eden, North Carolina.