Disclaimer- I don't own anyone but Nakira, Shennille is copyrighted to my
best friend.so yeah.
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PDeacon groaned in pain. "Where am I" He asked to no one in particular.
p"You're in West Shore Hospital." A cheerful voice came from beside him. He opened his eyes to see a beautiful young nurse with crystal blue eyes and dirty blond hair falling over her shoulders. Looking around he saw he was laying in a hospital bed in a small room. Not a window was seen, and the only light flooded in from a half open door. They were the only two people in there. He had many tubes connected to him, along with a needle on his right arm with a tube leading to a half full bag of blood. p "Who are you?" He asked the nurse. p "I'm Nakira Kerrigan." She said as she checked the bag and tubes. "You've been in a coma for eighteen days now. You were flown in from a nearby hospital because they didn't have any space for anyone else. When you came we didn't know exactly what to do. There was no history behind you, and there were a few other things. Your body healed almost instantly from any cuts and scrapes, unlike the natural human body which can take weeks. Also, your blood type was different than any other known. And your body refused the food we fed it, so we had to only leave the blood. Weirdly enough, the person who brought you in had the exact same blood type. His name was Quinn, he wouldn't give us his last name or yours. Your first name is Deacon, right?" Deacon nodded, his memory returning. "So he also asked for a single room without light for you, too. So here you are." She ended and gazed at him. p Deacon closed his eyes. It all returned now. Turning into the blood god, and the amazing sensation in which he was indestructible and had the power to destroy anything in his path. Then Blade came and they battled, and the dart-like needles blade threw into him.then the feeling of being blown up like a balloon, then..POP! p Deacon sat up so fast he tore out some of the tubes on his face. "I'm still here!" He said, although the sensation was totally gone. p "Course you are!" Nakira said, pushing him back down and reconnecting the tubes. p Suddenly the great thirst came over him; the need of blood in which kept him "alive". He was still a vampire! And somewhere Quinn was alive. Finally he would get the chance to kill him. Laying back he rested, knowing for once he was safe.
centerFrost is Reborn/center
centerChapter 1, Memory/center
PDeacon groaned in pain. "Where am I" He asked to no one in particular.
p"You're in West Shore Hospital." A cheerful voice came from beside him. He opened his eyes to see a beautiful young nurse with crystal blue eyes and dirty blond hair falling over her shoulders. Looking around he saw he was laying in a hospital bed in a small room. Not a window was seen, and the only light flooded in from a half open door. They were the only two people in there. He had many tubes connected to him, along with a needle on his right arm with a tube leading to a half full bag of blood. p "Who are you?" He asked the nurse. p "I'm Nakira Kerrigan." She said as she checked the bag and tubes. "You've been in a coma for eighteen days now. You were flown in from a nearby hospital because they didn't have any space for anyone else. When you came we didn't know exactly what to do. There was no history behind you, and there were a few other things. Your body healed almost instantly from any cuts and scrapes, unlike the natural human body which can take weeks. Also, your blood type was different than any other known. And your body refused the food we fed it, so we had to only leave the blood. Weirdly enough, the person who brought you in had the exact same blood type. His name was Quinn, he wouldn't give us his last name or yours. Your first name is Deacon, right?" Deacon nodded, his memory returning. "So he also asked for a single room without light for you, too. So here you are." She ended and gazed at him. p Deacon closed his eyes. It all returned now. Turning into the blood god, and the amazing sensation in which he was indestructible and had the power to destroy anything in his path. Then Blade came and they battled, and the dart-like needles blade threw into him.then the feeling of being blown up like a balloon, then..POP! p Deacon sat up so fast he tore out some of the tubes on his face. "I'm still here!" He said, although the sensation was totally gone. p "Course you are!" Nakira said, pushing him back down and reconnecting the tubes. p Suddenly the great thirst came over him; the need of blood in which kept him "alive". He was still a vampire! And somewhere Quinn was alive. Finally he would get the chance to kill him. Laying back he rested, knowing for once he was safe.