Happy Birthday, Deacon
by mariefrost
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters they belong to the creators of Blade.
Feedback: Yes please
Authors notes: Since today is my birthday I decided to write a hopefully humorus story about what happens when Mercury throws Deacon a suprise party. A short ficlet.
Mercury checked the clock. It was almost midnight. "Perfect he should be here any minute," she double checked the cake making sure it was bloodfilled a perfect suprise. She grinned looking over at the tied up victim in the corner, her gift to Deacon. As she was fixing things up Deacon was on his way to the club from the penthouse Quinn annoying him with talk of the Daywalker. "Bossman what if Blade shows up he always has in the past" Quinn looked nervous. Deacon shrugged. "We do what we always do try and kill him and if he chops of another of your body parts that will be your problem." Quinn paled remembering the last encounter they had with Blade. Either he ended up burnt to a crisp or he lost a body part. "Why is it always me?" he thought to himself. Just then the limo stopped at the club. It was packed as always. Deacon walked in and just then a loud shout of "Suprise!" was heard. Deacon looked around and saw Mercury holding out his gift. Grinning he walked over to her. "For me?", looking over the young girl he smiled. "And shes pure I tasted her myself", Mercury came close and licked his lips softly.
The music played loud as Deacon bit into the girl viciously. She screamed as she died but the screams were music to his ears. Stopping he turned and kissed Mercury so she could have more blood. Just then the music suddenly died. "Oh God not this again," Quinn turned and saw his old buddy Blade had come to play again. Sighing Quinn knew it was a matter of time so he decided to hasten it along. "Ok Blade pick a part I am beyond sick of this." Blade just looked at him quizzically. "All I am here for right now is Frost. Just have a little birthday gift for him." Walking past Quinn he moved towards Deacon. Deacon's guards immediately aimed their guns at him. "Oh come on now don't you want a gift from your son?" Blade asked showing them he wasn't going to attack. In fact he was carrying a gift.
"What kind of trick are you playing Blade?" Deacon asked warily very aware that he could once more destroy his club as he has done every year. Mercury grinned knowing that this was another suprise for Deacon. A young woman was following behind Blade holding a glowing stone. Blade kneeled before Deacon as if under a spell the young woman chanting softly moved closer as Deacon took the gift from Blade. Opening it he found a dagger. He looked at Blade curiously. "What the fuck is going on here?" he asked confused. Mercury moved closer to him. "Stab him drink from him its my true gift to you." She smiled as the young witch moved away. Doing as he was told he stabbed Blade drinking him dry.
As he did so suddenly he woke up from his dream. "Damn it" he thought. Every year its the same dream. "Happy fucking birthday to me," Deacon thought muttering.
by mariefrost
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters they belong to the creators of Blade.
Feedback: Yes please
Authors notes: Since today is my birthday I decided to write a hopefully humorus story about what happens when Mercury throws Deacon a suprise party. A short ficlet.
Mercury checked the clock. It was almost midnight. "Perfect he should be here any minute," she double checked the cake making sure it was bloodfilled a perfect suprise. She grinned looking over at the tied up victim in the corner, her gift to Deacon. As she was fixing things up Deacon was on his way to the club from the penthouse Quinn annoying him with talk of the Daywalker. "Bossman what if Blade shows up he always has in the past" Quinn looked nervous. Deacon shrugged. "We do what we always do try and kill him and if he chops of another of your body parts that will be your problem." Quinn paled remembering the last encounter they had with Blade. Either he ended up burnt to a crisp or he lost a body part. "Why is it always me?" he thought to himself. Just then the limo stopped at the club. It was packed as always. Deacon walked in and just then a loud shout of "Suprise!" was heard. Deacon looked around and saw Mercury holding out his gift. Grinning he walked over to her. "For me?", looking over the young girl he smiled. "And shes pure I tasted her myself", Mercury came close and licked his lips softly.
The music played loud as Deacon bit into the girl viciously. She screamed as she died but the screams were music to his ears. Stopping he turned and kissed Mercury so she could have more blood. Just then the music suddenly died. "Oh God not this again," Quinn turned and saw his old buddy Blade had come to play again. Sighing Quinn knew it was a matter of time so he decided to hasten it along. "Ok Blade pick a part I am beyond sick of this." Blade just looked at him quizzically. "All I am here for right now is Frost. Just have a little birthday gift for him." Walking past Quinn he moved towards Deacon. Deacon's guards immediately aimed their guns at him. "Oh come on now don't you want a gift from your son?" Blade asked showing them he wasn't going to attack. In fact he was carrying a gift.
"What kind of trick are you playing Blade?" Deacon asked warily very aware that he could once more destroy his club as he has done every year. Mercury grinned knowing that this was another suprise for Deacon. A young woman was following behind Blade holding a glowing stone. Blade kneeled before Deacon as if under a spell the young woman chanting softly moved closer as Deacon took the gift from Blade. Opening it he found a dagger. He looked at Blade curiously. "What the fuck is going on here?" he asked confused. Mercury moved closer to him. "Stab him drink from him its my true gift to you." She smiled as the young witch moved away. Doing as he was told he stabbed Blade drinking him dry.
As he did so suddenly he woke up from his dream. "Damn it" he thought. Every year its the same dream. "Happy fucking birthday to me," Deacon thought muttering.