Disclaimer:
I don't own Deacon Frost or any other characters from the movie, Blade. SARAH is my very own creation, though.Sarah stretched slightly, her computer chair squeaking as she did so. A soft yawn erupted from her lips, echoing through the darkened room. She glanced upward to the clock hung on the wall. A sigh escaped her mouth. Midnight. She had been in the library for over four hours.
"How time flies when you're bored out of your damned skull," she said lowly under her breath, "time to head home." She stood up, her arms going above her head, stretching slightly.
Sarah removed her glasses, looking for her sweater. She had large green eyes and one of those peaches and cream complexions usually found in the movies. Her mouth was soft, gentle and a small, slightly turned up nose. Her rich, ebony hair was pinned up, shimmering under the dim light, revealing her small ears and soft, white neck. Indeed, she was a beautiful young woman. Cunning. Smart and kind.
Her footsteps echoed throughout the dark hallways as she made her way to the building's exit. Once outside, she found the air brutally cold. The wind struck her cheeks, making them sting and her eyes water faintly. Sarah began her stroll home, her arms going around her body protectively. She turned down 32nd street, a local hot spot for club hoppers and late-niters. Already different groups had begun standing in their regular lines, the chattering enormously loud and the music thumping from the brick walls at full volume.
She pushed through the crowds silently, individuals mouthing light curses as she went. Sarah passed The Black Dragon, a club for the gothic and bizarre club-hopper, her eyes searching the strange groups standing outside of it. A limo pulled next to the curb, everyone glancing to see who had just arrived. Sarah reduced her speed, unaware she was doing so as the car came to a halt. She watched the pack of people emerge from the vehicle, unable to stop herself.
A man surfaced, a wide grin spreading across his face. Sarah felt a bit repulsed by his leering smirk, her stomach doing an awful flip-flop she didn't enjoy. He turned, his hand going into the black hole of the car pulling out a very beautiful woman. The girl had bleached blonde hair, her blue eyes casting an ice cold stare to the crowds outside of the club. The two individuals waited for the last of their party to appear, their breath making weird ghost shapes in the air.
He came into view, Sarah's breath catching slightly. He was incredibly gorgeous. His hair was a dark brown, a few strands hanging in the corners of his lustrous cerulean eyes. Sarah pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, watching him walk toward his party. His posture was perfect, showing he was indeed a man in charge and someone not to mess with.
"Deacon, man. Can we fucking hurry this along? Dinner's waiting inside!" the guy with the revolting smile yelled over the music. Deacon walked toward the man, adjusting his collar as he did.
"How many fucking times did I tell you not to hurry me? Just get in the fucking club and shut your trap. We have all night, Quinn." He reached out, his arm moving around the blonde girl's shoulders.
"Ready for some grub, baby?" she spoke, her hand sliding down his torso.
"Ready as I'll ever be. Let's move," Deacon replied. They started for the door, his eyes moving again to the club-goers outside. Sarah seemed transfixed on his face, her eyes dancing over ever inch of him. Deacon caught sight of this and stared back. "Quinn, wait here. Mercury, go inside. I'll be there shortly."
The blonde looked over at Sarah, her eyes piercing into her.
"But Deac…" she complained.
"Get your ass in the fucking club, I said. Now." he said, his eyes not moving from the brunette a few feet away from him. She turned, cursing loudly as she went.
"See something you like, Boss?" Quinn asked, his smile widening.
"Something like that." Deacon replied, walking toward Sarah slowly.
Sarah felt her fear snapping, her body turning quickly in the other direction. She began half-running, half-walking up the street. Quinn made as if to begin running after her, Deacon stopping him quickly.
"I want you to follow her. Find out about her, Quinn. Where she lives, where she fucking buys her groceries. I want to know everything. I need to make sure." he stated, lighting a cigarette.
"W-why? What's so fucking special about a broad who's afraid of anything that comes near her?" Quinn voiced, feeling a bit keyed up.
"I think I've just found one of the key's to destroying Blade's most trusted friend."
Quinn looked at Deacon stupidly. "Who? Whistler?"
"We've found a direct blood line to him. His niece." Deacon turned, walking toward the club's open doors. Quinn sighed, smiling slightly. He began walking in the same direction as Sarah had escaped, his smile widening as he did.
"Now this is going to be fun."
