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An hour later Tina was clean and calm, dressed in a new shirt and the same jeans, sleeping peacefully in Deacon's bed. He had managed to handcuff her hand to the bars that made up his headboard and still leave her enough room to sleep comfortably. Without knowing why, Deacon kissed her cheek before leaving his apartment in search of Quinn. He was going to make the other vampire pay for what he did.
He found Quinn three floors down, the area that most of the other vampires shared for parties, drinking and the pets they brought home. The vampire had a young woman kneeling between his legs, kissing her way down his chest when Deacon grabbed her by the hair and threw her aside. She shrieked in terror as another vampire lifted her off the ground and ran off with her to dark corner.
"What the fuck was that?" Quinn shouted, standing up.
Deacon grabbed Quinn's face and pushed him violently back down to the couch he had been sitting on. With an angry look marring his features Quinn tried to stand again. This time Deacon grabbed him by the throat, turned him around and slammed him against the wall.
"You fuck with her and you fuck with me," Deacon said.
"What are you talking about man? I told you I didn't do anything-"
"Shut up," Deacon said, raising his finger. "Just shut up. I've seen Quinn, I've seen her face, her shirt unbuttoned. What the fuck did you think you were doing? I told you; she's insurance. We need her healthy."
"I just wanted a taste," Quinn said.
"Taste someone else. You don't touch her, you don't lay a bloody finger on her, you don't step into the air she breathes. If you do, I will kill you," Deacon said calmly. "If you look at her the wrong way, or say something stupid to her, I will cut off your fucking balls. Do you get that Quinn? I'm not sure if those will regenerate."
"Yeah, I get it."
"Good." Deacon let go of his throat and turned to walk away.
"What happened to you man?" Quinn asked. "You want her that badly that you can't even share? Or have you just gone soft?"
Deacon fingered the silver stake he had taken from Tina's jacket, then turned toward Quinn with any angry roar. He grabbed Quinn's arm and shoved the stake through the palm of his hand, pinning it to the wall. The other vampire screamed in agony and writhed, trying to pull his hand free.
"Don't question me Quinn or the next time I do this, the stake will go through your heart," Deacon warned, then pulled the stake back. "I said leave her alone. You don't need to know why or how and even what I'm planning on doing with her. All you need to know is that I said so."
With a satisfied smile Deacon turned and went back the way he had come. He doubted he would be having any more trouble from Quinn or the other vampires who had witnessed their confrontation. News spread fast in the vampire underworld, no one would be messing with Deacon Frost anymore.
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An hour later Tina was clean and calm, dressed in a new shirt and the same jeans, sleeping peacefully in Deacon's bed. He had managed to handcuff her hand to the bars that made up his headboard and still leave her enough room to sleep comfortably. Without knowing why, Deacon kissed her cheek before leaving his apartment in search of Quinn. He was going to make the other vampire pay for what he did.
He found Quinn three floors down, the area that most of the other vampires shared for parties, drinking and the pets they brought home. The vampire had a young woman kneeling between his legs, kissing her way down his chest when Deacon grabbed her by the hair and threw her aside. She shrieked in terror as another vampire lifted her off the ground and ran off with her to dark corner.
"What the fuck was that?" Quinn shouted, standing up.
Deacon grabbed Quinn's face and pushed him violently back down to the couch he had been sitting on. With an angry look marring his features Quinn tried to stand again. This time Deacon grabbed him by the throat, turned him around and slammed him against the wall.
"You fuck with her and you fuck with me," Deacon said.
"What are you talking about man? I told you I didn't do anything-"
"Shut up," Deacon said, raising his finger. "Just shut up. I've seen Quinn, I've seen her face, her shirt unbuttoned. What the fuck did you think you were doing? I told you; she's insurance. We need her healthy."
"I just wanted a taste," Quinn said.
"Taste someone else. You don't touch her, you don't lay a bloody finger on her, you don't step into the air she breathes. If you do, I will kill you," Deacon said calmly. "If you look at her the wrong way, or say something stupid to her, I will cut off your fucking balls. Do you get that Quinn? I'm not sure if those will regenerate."
"Yeah, I get it."
"Good." Deacon let go of his throat and turned to walk away.
"What happened to you man?" Quinn asked. "You want her that badly that you can't even share? Or have you just gone soft?"
Deacon fingered the silver stake he had taken from Tina's jacket, then turned toward Quinn with any angry roar. He grabbed Quinn's arm and shoved the stake through the palm of his hand, pinning it to the wall. The other vampire screamed in agony and writhed, trying to pull his hand free.
"Don't question me Quinn or the next time I do this, the stake will go through your heart," Deacon warned, then pulled the stake back. "I said leave her alone. You don't need to know why or how and even what I'm planning on doing with her. All you need to know is that I said so."
With a satisfied smile Deacon turned and went back the way he had come. He doubted he would be having any more trouble from Quinn or the other vampires who had witnessed their confrontation. News spread fast in the vampire underworld, no one would be messing with Deacon Frost anymore.
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