Dante yelped as with inhuman speed the woman had left chair and was in front of him. He didnâ€™t even have time to react before a hand was choking him and lifting him up. Groaning when his back collided with a wall. â€œOkay...not a witch.â€ He gasped out. He then noticed her fangs and his eyes went really wide. They were filled with a genuine look of shock. Pure and utter shock. As well as confusion. He just stared at her fangs as if trying to puzzle something out. Then it clicked. It made no fucking sense but it clicked. She REALLY WAS a VAMPIRE!!! Holy shit! That wasnâ€™t possible. There had been no proven sightings of a vampire...ever! Not in his time at least. He still thought she was a dilussional woman but little did he know it soon all come crashing down on his mind and become perfectly clear. Awww...hell. He gasped for air and rubbed his neck. â€œPsycho chick. Your kind in 2013 is either obsolete or fucking good at hiding because nobody knows about your kind anymore. In 2013...vampires...are myths. Nobody besides vampire fanatics believe they real. Either you all had to go into hiding and pretend to be human or you all died out. Either way...your kind...in 2013...are not real.â€<br/><br/>He blinked a bit. How do you NOT know what 2013 was?! He then listened and it slowly began to sink in. 1800s...that is when his ancestor Trianya had died. Then her words on the actual date clicked and his eyes went wide and filled with shock containing horror. â€œHOLY FUCKING HELL!!!!!!â€ He yelled out in a state of panic and disbelief. Moving away from her. â€œListen chick...Flo. I am from this town. I am just not from this town in this time.â€ He looked up. â€œBy 2013 I mean that is the year I am from. Where I was it was May 23rd 2013. Flo...Iâ€™m from two hundred and thirteen years into YOUR future. This isnâ€™t my fucking time. Hold on. Just shut up a moment while I try to figure out how the fuck I got sent back in time.â€<br/><br/>He was glad she listened for a moment. His mind replaying the events he had happen. Ending up at the park where he made the powder painted pentagram and stood in the center and began the spell to summon his ancestor Trianya. The spell would send them to a halfway place where she was solid and he was solid but they were in grayish shadows. Then the sound of the motorcycle ripped through his mind. His extrasensories spotted the issue. The manâ€™s motorcycle had smudge the symbol on the ground so when he jumped out of the way and moved back into the pentagram. The spell. Then the crackling light. The popping sound. It all clicked what the hell happened. â€œAwww...hell.â€ He said. Opening his eyes. â€œI made a painted pentragram so that I could talk to my ancestor Trianya. The spell usually takes us to a halfway place where I can touch her and vice versa. Some guy sped through my circle and smudged the symbol. So instead of summoning her to the halfway place and me there as well...the spell backfired and did what the symbols in it now send which was summon me to her time. The year where she died. This year. Only she died two months ago and three days.â€ He said.<br/><br/>He looked at her. â€œAlright. I can deal with that.â€ He said. His eyes narrowed as her plant suddenly pushing him with a vine. Oh heeeeeeeeeeell nah. Not this shit again! He waved his own hand and fire insinerated that one shoving vine. â€œBitch...Iâ€™m getting damn tired of you and your folia manhandling me. Almost like you got some sick kinda fetish towards me or somethin.â€ He said. Rolling his eyes. He moved to the chair and angrily plopped down in it. â€œIâ€™d rather fucking stand because as soon as we done chit chatting Iâ€™m bouncing yo.â€ He said with narrowed eyes.<br/><br/>He then blinked as she spoke again. â€œEh? Yeah...ainâ€™t many true witches in my time either. We got a lot of Wiccans. Which is more a religion but they know a shitload of information about herbal remedies and what not. There a few witches. One or two warlocks. That can use real deal magic but a lot of their magics are weak. Some reason mine is bad ass awesome. Know how to use it for kinky sexual shit to.â€ he said. His mouth turning into a smirk at the thought of some of the sexual dirty things he had done with said magic.<br/><br/>He blinked again as he focused back in on her. â€œYeah. For centuries upon centuries. All I know is my old man said it vanished in the 1600s sometime from the castle mansion thing on the hill near the edge of this town. Then sometime in the 1900s it reappeared and has been passed down for generation to generation since its reappearance in the 1900s. Me and my old man moved to the states for awhile then he came back home. Frankly Iâ€™d rather be back in the states. I didnâ€™t like moving. I had friends there yo.â€ He sighed and rolled his eyes. â€œOther than that it just some weird ass heirloom my old man told me I was never allowed to take off after it was bestowed upon me on my tenth birthday.â€<br/><br/>He stood up and headed towards the door. â€œI answered your questions. You answered mine. Iâ€™m bouncing. Peace out yo.â€ He said. Opening the door with every intention of leaving the house now.