Jades back touched the cold sheets, she shivered. She remembered last time she laid in Deacons arms letting him so near to her, gave him it all. But this time it was different. This time she knew who he was and what he was. And in spite of everything she desired him more then ever before.

Kissing him she let him take control of it. He undressed her, caressing every piece of skin he uncovered. Then she was naked under him. He watched her winding under him.

"You look so beautiful, sweetness." He said throaty.

Jade blushed in an attack of shyness.

"Deacon, please."

He understood her need. Caressing he came to her, showed her how to touch him, made her feel his cold skin. She delved his body. The little scars, his fingers and toes, his hair and nails, unchanging forever.

When she knew every inch of his body, he pulled her up to him, taking her in his arms and hold her tight. He loved her with patience and softness.

"Deacon?" she asked without breath, lying in his arms. Their both bodies covered with sweat and shivering with the fading feeling of lust.

"I'm here, sweetness." He said, kissing her neck.

"Can you bite me without forcing the change?" Her voice was so quite she thought he didn't hear her.

"No, I can't. But I can do this."

His fingers petted up and down her throat. Hid nails elongated and then torn her flesh in a small cut. The pain was short and surprising. Jade gasped, but it was over in the same second. She felt his mouth closing over the wound and a light suction which was so thrilling that she gave in to it with all her mind. She could fell her blood flew out of her body and with the dizziness came the hot burning in her belly.

His fingers followed the feeling, caressing her spot. Her breathing came faster and faster. Jade winded in his arms, pushing herself against his body behind him. Then she explode again and again and then blanked out in deep darkness.

First thing she realized after waking up again was his arm on her waist and his chest where she had bedded her head upon.

She enjoyed feeling his skin, his smell and his regular sleeping breathing. She could hear the slow beating of his heart, pushing the blood through his body with the only function to spread the oxygen from his victims blood through his undead body.

Her oxygen and her blood, she realized. What had she had done? It had been so seductive, so irresistible to let it all go. If he had wanted to bite her, she hadn't defeated herself.

If she would stay here, stay with him, sooner or later he would ask her and she wasn't sure she would decline it.

Slowly she managed to stand up, grabbed her clothes and dressed while leaving. Deacon slept peaceful in the warm bed, deep in dreams.

Jade put on her dress and her shoes and fled his apartment. With the elevator she reached the club, now abandoned and closed. An emergency exit led her outside in the bright sunlight. She stopped and enjoyed the hot sun on her face with closed eyes. An overwhelming sob shook her. Tears burst out and ran down her cheeks. She knew she had to go. Not because she couldn't trust him but rather because she could not trust herself.

For her own wealth she must not see him ever again.

Crying she went to the next big street and called her a cab. When she reached the hotel her eyes were dry and she felt nothing but emptiness.

Sitting on the unmade bed she called Karen.

"Jade. Good to hear you. Blade told me you left. Are you okay?" Karen asked.

Jade swallowed hard. "I'm fine." She lied while tears came to her eyes again. "I thought, perhaps, I could join your unit for a while. Maybe I'm helpful."

"Of course you're welcome, Jade. We need capable hunters out here. Most of us are researchers and the few slayers are almost kids. But, is it that bad with Blade?" Karen wanted to know.

"Blade's out of control Karen. He isn't longer the guardian of human nation. He's on his personal campaign against Deacon."

There where a second of silence.

"Deacon?" Karen asked serious. "So it is true? You're in contact with him?"

"I.. I'm.. Yeah, I am, I was… oh, Karen, please ask. It's over." She sighed. "And, please trust me. I would do nothing that would do harm to you or your unit."

"I know that, darling. But after all, I don't know what happened but.. Are you sure about your loyalty?"

"I don't know… I mean, can't promise… perhaps your right… I shouldn't come to you…"

"No, darling, please come. I miss you. Come to me and find out what you want to do, okay?"

"Thank you, Karen. It means so much to me. I catch my stuff and will be with you soon."

"Call me, when you're ready. I will tell you our coordinates."

When Jade had hung up she felt completely restless. She shoved her stuff back in her bag, paid and left the hotel.

At Blade hide out she still didn't know what to tell him. Had she to tell him anything? She didn't even know if Blade was to talk to her. She crossed the blank yard and opened the small door next to the roller shutter of the fabric hall.

Three people turned surprised to her, pulling out their guns and aiming at her.

Jade stopped short.

"Don't shoot, it's me!" she screamed at Whistler, Blade and the third man. The men lowered their weapons.

"Jade. Fck. How can you come in here without warning? I was going to shoot you." Blade screamed furious.

"Realized that." Jade answered dryly.

She looked at the third man. She knew him, but she did not know why.

"What do you want?" Blade asked calmed down.

"I just wanted to…"

…… catch my stuff. That was she wanted to say. But in the same moment she remembered the man. Deacons chief of security. She had seen him from the window beyond the club. And in this moment she could be lucky he didn't saw her.

"I just wanted to apologize." She ended the sentence. Her thoughts ran wild. Blade and a familiar? Frosts familiar? Something was real real wrong here.

"I was wrong, Blade, and I wanted to tell you I am sorry."

"Means you come back?" He questioned with raised eyebrow.

"Yeah…. Yes I will. I mean, I was with Marcus and all he wanted me to do is change sides. I left him as soon as I could."

"Fine. I hope you learned your lesson." Blade said sternly.

Jade was surprised of two things. First: She could lie without blushing. Second: Blade took the risk of trusting here again because he needed her.

Blade took her silence as affirmation. "While you were straying around, I made the final move in this war. May I introduce? This is Jack Dreed. Frosts first man." He smiled in certain of success.

Jade looked at Jack. He was a tall man with grey eyes, thin hair and uninteresting features. Deacon had made a good choice by took him as his right hand. He could have shoot someone in a crowded street and no one would remember him. Okay, not a good choice at all, in fact, his man was about to betray him. Jade had to smile after all. Deacons plan wasn't as perfect as he thought and not she was the unknown.

"Why are you smiling?" Blade asked rude.

Jade looked up. "I just thought… Frost isn't a good connoisseur of human nature, isn't he? Lucky for us, in fact."

"Frost is an arrogant rogue." Dreeds told her in a tone, so bitter Jades mouth ran dry. "He only cares about himself. That's why he will be dead soon. And I wish I could give it myself to this selfish bastard…"

"You…" Blade stopped him. "You will just do what I tell you or you will ruin it all, understand me?"

Dreed pressed his lips together but silenced.

"So, what's the plan?" Jade questioned careful.

Blade looked at her for a long time. "Sit down. I will tell you."