Notes: Whoops, I forgot to do this at the beginning of the story. :) Blade, Deacon Frost and Quinn don't belong to me. They're property of whoever created them. I'm not sure who it is, but it's not me! I do own Tina though. Don't sue me, I'm just a poor university student with no money.
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Deacon paced his bedroom impatiently, his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his pants. He had showered and changed out of the clothes he had worn to the club and was now dressed in black pants and a black shirt. Tina was tied to a chair near the window, something he had managed to do only after knocking her out. She was still unconscious and Deacon was beginning to worry. If he had killed her, or damaged her permanently he would never be able to use her against Blade.
"Deac?" A voice called from the door and he turned to see Quinn standing there.
"Fuck off," Deacon growled.
"What the hell's your problem?" Quinn asked, coming into the room.
"I said fuck off," Deacon replied.
Quinn frowned, then shifted his gaze to Tina. "Aw shit man, you brought home a pet and didn't tell me?" He walked toward her and knelt down to stare at her face. "She's hot dude. Are ya willing to share?"
"She's not a pet," Deacon told him. "She's insurance."
Quinn looked confused and he coughed uncomfortably. "Insurance? Like on your car?"
"Yes, like on my fucking car!" Deacon yelled. "Christ Quinn, you amaze me sometimes. How is it possible for one vampire to be so bloody stupid?"
"Lay off Deac, I was just asking," Quinn mumbled and turned away.
"She's insurance against Blade," Deacon explained quietly. "He sent her but as long as he stays away, I keep her alive. The second he hurts one of my familiars of one of my men and I'll kill her. If he tries to come after me, then I'll turn her."
Quinn grinned. "You're a smart man Deacon. That's why you're the leader."
"Your leader almost got himself killed tonight," Tina said quietly.
Quinn chuckled and looked over at her. "I doubt it sweet thing. You think you could kill Deac?"
The other vampire cleared his throat and tossed a half smile in Quinn's direction. "She almost did amigo. Big fucking gun right against my chest, isn't that right sweetheart? She forgot the extra clip tonight I guess."
Quinn snickered. "Holy shit man, you almost let a chick take you out?"
"She's good," Deacon said with a snarl. "Piss me off again and I'll set her loose on you."
"What am I, your watch dog?" Tina asked with a hint of sarcasm.
"Get out Quinn," Deacon demanded.
As the other vampire closed the door, Deacon went across the room to Tina. "Look, I'm planning on keeping you here for a very long time. Months at the very least and I thought you might want to get that blood off you."
Tina raised an eyebrow. "You're going to let me shower?"
"Well, not by yourself."
She laughed harshly. "Forget it. I'm not showering with you."
Deacon rolled his eyes angrily. "You can keep your fucking clothes on for all I care. I just thought I'd do something halfway decent for you."
"Will you keep me tied up?"
"Yes."
Tina sighed and he saw the resignation in her eyes. "Fine," she consented. "Just as long as you get all the blood out of my hair."
A brief smile crossed Deacon's face and he nodded. "Of course." He knelt behind the chair and began to loosen the restraints that held her there, being careful not to remove the ropes around her ankles or wrists. When he was finished he went back to the front of the chair and lifted Tina carefully over his shoulder.
"How am I supposed to stand?" She asked as he carried her to the bathroom.
"You'll find a way," Deacon replied, then placed her inside the shower. "Are you sure you want to shower with your clothes on? They're covered in blood too."
Tina looked down at herself and sighed. "You're right, as much as I hate to admit it. Take off my shirt and pants but if you even try to remove anything else and I will kill you."
"What makes you think I'd want to?" Deacon asked, then turned her around to deal with her restraints again. He tied one of her arms to the bar in the shower and left the other free to remove to shirt. Then he tied up that arm and removed the other one to loop the shirt over that arm and her head. Without any hint of resistance Tina let him tie her wrists together again.
Deacon helped her sit on the floor of the shower, then untied her ankles and held them firmly in one hand as he worked her pants off with the other. His eyes ran appreciatively up her body and Tina rolled her eyes.
"Keep your hands to yourself," she said.
Deacon grinned, then tossed her pants aside and tied her ankles together again. "You surprise me sweetheart. I thought you'd be a little more daring than white cotton."
"Hey Deacon, how about you stop staring at my underwear and fuck off?"
He grinned wider. "I was just saying . . ."
"Well stop saying and wash my hair," Tina spat at him.
"My pleasure sweetheart." Deacon unbuttoned his own shirt and threw it on the floor beside her bloodstained clothes, then turned on the shower and moved Tina until she was standing under the hot spray. He reached for the bottle of shampoo and poured some into his hands, then stepped closer and began to work it through her hair.
Being this close to her, Deacon could smell her underneath the overpowering scent of the shampoo. He could smell her blood still clinging to her skin, he could smell a hint of strawberry body lotion and the smell of alcohol and smoke. As the water poured over her though, all these scents were washed away and replaced with one that was completely her own.
Tina closed her eyes as shampoo began to slide down her scalp and into her face, then leaned back into the spray. Deacon's hands were ice cold compared to the hot water, but she barely noticed the temperature.
As the water stripped away layers of blood, Deacon saw the wounds he had inflicted on her and without thinking he winced. Her lip had been split open and a dark bruise was beginning to grow around her eye. The knee he had kicked out was swollen and purple but her wrist was the worst. It hung limply behind her, lumps under her skin where there shouldn't have been lumps. After he cleaned her Deacon decided he would take her to see a doctor and get her wrist set. He didn't want her in constant pain, not if he expected to keep her around.
"We have to get a cast on your wrist," he whispered and Tina jumped. She hadn't expected him to be so close to her face.
She glanced down at it and managed a smile. "Looks pretty bad, doesn't it?"
"It must feel bad," Deacon said.
Tina shrugged. "I've had worse things done to me." She looked down at herself and nodded toward her left arm. "You missed some blood."
Deacon smiled, then lathered soap over her arm and washed away the blood quickly. He reached behind her and turned off the water, then lifted her out of the shower. She shivered and Deacon wrapped a towel around her shoulders quickly.
"Something to wear," he murmured, then disappeared into his bedroom again. He came back a moment later holding a pair of faded jeans and a white, gauzy shirt. "I figure you two are about the same size."
"Your girlfriend?" Tina asked.
Deacon shrugged. "I suppose that's what you'd call her. Not that I limit myself."
"Won't she miss her jeans?"
"She never wears them anymore. I can buy her new ones if she decided to be a bitch about it," he said, then helped Tina quickly into the jeans.
"I'm not wearing that shirt," she said, as he held it up for her.
Deacon frowned. "Why not?"
"I've worn band aids with more coverage than that. Find me something real," she told him.
He sighed. "She isn't exactly a modest woman. This was the best I could find."
Tina shrugged. "Well, then find something better."
With a growl, Deacon turned back into the bedroom. Tina heard him rummaging through closets and drawers, trying to find her something to wear and she smiled in amusement.
He came back wearing dry pants and holding a black shirt of his own. "It's either this or nothing," he said, holding it up for her.
Tina nodded. "Good enough."
As Deacon pulled the shirt over her shoulder and began to button it, his smell rushed over her. As a vampire hunter she had been trained to heighten her senses and she could smell things that most normal humans couldn't. His shirt smelled exactly like he had in the bar; almost human. He had covered his vampirism so well, Tina was forced to wonder if he really wanted to be the monster he was.
Deacon stepped away from her, leaving the top two buttons undone and Tina glanced at him, her eyebrows raised. He grinned and shrugged, the knelt to untie her ankle.
"I'm not carrying you down to the doctor," he explained.
"He's in the same building?"
Deacon glanced up at her. "Everything is in this building. I have the whole fucking world at my fingertips from here." He stood and looped the rope around his arm, then pulled gently on her elbow. "C'mon. The elevator is through here."
They walked through the apartment, Tina limping slightly but her eyes were wide as she stared at the place where Deacon lived. It was enormous, expensive for sure, decorated in simple lines and colours. It was very modern and through an huge picture window, Tina could see a pond with yellow rubber ducks floating on the water.
"Nice touch," she murmured.
"I like ducks," Deacon replied, then pulled her into the elevator. The doors closed silently behind them and they began their descent through the building.
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Deacon paced his bedroom impatiently, his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his pants. He had showered and changed out of the clothes he had worn to the club and was now dressed in black pants and a black shirt. Tina was tied to a chair near the window, something he had managed to do only after knocking her out. She was still unconscious and Deacon was beginning to worry. If he had killed her, or damaged her permanently he would never be able to use her against Blade.
"Deac?" A voice called from the door and he turned to see Quinn standing there.
"Fuck off," Deacon growled.
"What the hell's your problem?" Quinn asked, coming into the room.
"I said fuck off," Deacon replied.
Quinn frowned, then shifted his gaze to Tina. "Aw shit man, you brought home a pet and didn't tell me?" He walked toward her and knelt down to stare at her face. "She's hot dude. Are ya willing to share?"
"She's not a pet," Deacon told him. "She's insurance."
Quinn looked confused and he coughed uncomfortably. "Insurance? Like on your car?"
"Yes, like on my fucking car!" Deacon yelled. "Christ Quinn, you amaze me sometimes. How is it possible for one vampire to be so bloody stupid?"
"Lay off Deac, I was just asking," Quinn mumbled and turned away.
"She's insurance against Blade," Deacon explained quietly. "He sent her but as long as he stays away, I keep her alive. The second he hurts one of my familiars of one of my men and I'll kill her. If he tries to come after me, then I'll turn her."
Quinn grinned. "You're a smart man Deacon. That's why you're the leader."
"Your leader almost got himself killed tonight," Tina said quietly.
Quinn chuckled and looked over at her. "I doubt it sweet thing. You think you could kill Deac?"
The other vampire cleared his throat and tossed a half smile in Quinn's direction. "She almost did amigo. Big fucking gun right against my chest, isn't that right sweetheart? She forgot the extra clip tonight I guess."
Quinn snickered. "Holy shit man, you almost let a chick take you out?"
"She's good," Deacon said with a snarl. "Piss me off again and I'll set her loose on you."
"What am I, your watch dog?" Tina asked with a hint of sarcasm.
"Get out Quinn," Deacon demanded.
As the other vampire closed the door, Deacon went across the room to Tina. "Look, I'm planning on keeping you here for a very long time. Months at the very least and I thought you might want to get that blood off you."
Tina raised an eyebrow. "You're going to let me shower?"
"Well, not by yourself."
She laughed harshly. "Forget it. I'm not showering with you."
Deacon rolled his eyes angrily. "You can keep your fucking clothes on for all I care. I just thought I'd do something halfway decent for you."
"Will you keep me tied up?"
"Yes."
Tina sighed and he saw the resignation in her eyes. "Fine," she consented. "Just as long as you get all the blood out of my hair."
A brief smile crossed Deacon's face and he nodded. "Of course." He knelt behind the chair and began to loosen the restraints that held her there, being careful not to remove the ropes around her ankles or wrists. When he was finished he went back to the front of the chair and lifted Tina carefully over his shoulder.
"How am I supposed to stand?" She asked as he carried her to the bathroom.
"You'll find a way," Deacon replied, then placed her inside the shower. "Are you sure you want to shower with your clothes on? They're covered in blood too."
Tina looked down at herself and sighed. "You're right, as much as I hate to admit it. Take off my shirt and pants but if you even try to remove anything else and I will kill you."
"What makes you think I'd want to?" Deacon asked, then turned her around to deal with her restraints again. He tied one of her arms to the bar in the shower and left the other free to remove to shirt. Then he tied up that arm and removed the other one to loop the shirt over that arm and her head. Without any hint of resistance Tina let him tie her wrists together again.
Deacon helped her sit on the floor of the shower, then untied her ankles and held them firmly in one hand as he worked her pants off with the other. His eyes ran appreciatively up her body and Tina rolled her eyes.
"Keep your hands to yourself," she said.
Deacon grinned, then tossed her pants aside and tied her ankles together again. "You surprise me sweetheart. I thought you'd be a little more daring than white cotton."
"Hey Deacon, how about you stop staring at my underwear and fuck off?"
He grinned wider. "I was just saying . . ."
"Well stop saying and wash my hair," Tina spat at him.
"My pleasure sweetheart." Deacon unbuttoned his own shirt and threw it on the floor beside her bloodstained clothes, then turned on the shower and moved Tina until she was standing under the hot spray. He reached for the bottle of shampoo and poured some into his hands, then stepped closer and began to work it through her hair.
Being this close to her, Deacon could smell her underneath the overpowering scent of the shampoo. He could smell her blood still clinging to her skin, he could smell a hint of strawberry body lotion and the smell of alcohol and smoke. As the water poured over her though, all these scents were washed away and replaced with one that was completely her own.
Tina closed her eyes as shampoo began to slide down her scalp and into her face, then leaned back into the spray. Deacon's hands were ice cold compared to the hot water, but she barely noticed the temperature.
As the water stripped away layers of blood, Deacon saw the wounds he had inflicted on her and without thinking he winced. Her lip had been split open and a dark bruise was beginning to grow around her eye. The knee he had kicked out was swollen and purple but her wrist was the worst. It hung limply behind her, lumps under her skin where there shouldn't have been lumps. After he cleaned her Deacon decided he would take her to see a doctor and get her wrist set. He didn't want her in constant pain, not if he expected to keep her around.
"We have to get a cast on your wrist," he whispered and Tina jumped. She hadn't expected him to be so close to her face.
She glanced down at it and managed a smile. "Looks pretty bad, doesn't it?"
"It must feel bad," Deacon said.
Tina shrugged. "I've had worse things done to me." She looked down at herself and nodded toward her left arm. "You missed some blood."
Deacon smiled, then lathered soap over her arm and washed away the blood quickly. He reached behind her and turned off the water, then lifted her out of the shower. She shivered and Deacon wrapped a towel around her shoulders quickly.
"Something to wear," he murmured, then disappeared into his bedroom again. He came back a moment later holding a pair of faded jeans and a white, gauzy shirt. "I figure you two are about the same size."
"Your girlfriend?" Tina asked.
Deacon shrugged. "I suppose that's what you'd call her. Not that I limit myself."
"Won't she miss her jeans?"
"She never wears them anymore. I can buy her new ones if she decided to be a bitch about it," he said, then helped Tina quickly into the jeans.
"I'm not wearing that shirt," she said, as he held it up for her.
Deacon frowned. "Why not?"
"I've worn band aids with more coverage than that. Find me something real," she told him.
He sighed. "She isn't exactly a modest woman. This was the best I could find."
Tina shrugged. "Well, then find something better."
With a growl, Deacon turned back into the bedroom. Tina heard him rummaging through closets and drawers, trying to find her something to wear and she smiled in amusement.
He came back wearing dry pants and holding a black shirt of his own. "It's either this or nothing," he said, holding it up for her.
Tina nodded. "Good enough."
As Deacon pulled the shirt over her shoulder and began to button it, his smell rushed over her. As a vampire hunter she had been trained to heighten her senses and she could smell things that most normal humans couldn't. His shirt smelled exactly like he had in the bar; almost human. He had covered his vampirism so well, Tina was forced to wonder if he really wanted to be the monster he was.
Deacon stepped away from her, leaving the top two buttons undone and Tina glanced at him, her eyebrows raised. He grinned and shrugged, the knelt to untie her ankle.
"I'm not carrying you down to the doctor," he explained.
"He's in the same building?"
Deacon glanced up at her. "Everything is in this building. I have the whole fucking world at my fingertips from here." He stood and looped the rope around his arm, then pulled gently on her elbow. "C'mon. The elevator is through here."
They walked through the apartment, Tina limping slightly but her eyes were wide as she stared at the place where Deacon lived. It was enormous, expensive for sure, decorated in simple lines and colours. It was very modern and through an huge picture window, Tina could see a pond with yellow rubber ducks floating on the water.
"Nice touch," she murmured.
"I like ducks," Deacon replied, then pulled her into the elevator. The doors closed silently behind them and they began their descent through the building.
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