Dante snarled in Gavin's face, letting the sound draw out into a hiss before he took the blade off of his throat, the metal scraping against wood and leather as it was stowed back in it's scabbard. He backed away from the younger vampire slowly, letting the power of his presence die down slowly."Do not twist my words against me, fool. Not. On. Her," he said, still fuming as he took slow steps behind Dominique, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him. Even after all these years, this close, her smell was intoxicating. The coven leader lowered his head, muscling his nose against her neck. His icy-pale eyes still stared at Gavin, at once defensive and menacing.<br/><br/>Then his look darted to Chloe, and he grinned at her sadistically, his face promising what was to come as his fangs came free with a click, rubbing against Dom's skin, the sharp points teasing at her neck without drawing forth that sweet blood. He felt her warmth, her beating heart, the blood pumping just below the surface, which only fueled his desire to drink.<br/><br/>And all the while, he stared straight into Chloe's eyes.