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Deacon entered his dark apartment and he immediately noticed the heavy stench of blood in the air. The party had since ended, the other vampires had gone home, but the scent of their kills remained. The smells floored him, reached inside his brain and triggered an animal instinct he had almost forgotten to feed over the past few days. His stomach growled angrily and Quinn laughed from where he was sitting on Deacon's couch.
"Hungry Deac?" he asked, still laughing. "If I had known I would have saved you some of mine."
"Hey Quinn," Deacon said, nodding at him. "I need to see Tina." He started off toward his bedroom.
"What for?" Quinn asked. "I mean, you don't really need her, do you?"
He swallowed hard before turning to glance at his friend. "You know, I think I do," he replied, then opened his bedroom door.
The smell of blood hit Deacon hard and he had to grab the doorknob to support himself. He felt his knees buckle and prayed for them to support him as he slowly made his way into the dark room. Without turning on the lights he knew that the room would be painted in blood.
A glance in his bathroom showed him a pool on the floor, slicked in some spots like someone had struggled in it. Whoever had been bleeding that bad had been dragged from the bathroom to his bed where the sheets were thrown back. Blood soaked his mattress and Deacon closed his eyes, relying strictly on his sense of smell to tell him what had happened.
His eyes flew open a second later and he sprinted back to where Quinn was sitting on his couch.
"You fucking monster," Deacon growled, lifting Quinn up by the collar and throwing him halfway across the room. "Mother fucking pig," he screamed, kicking the other vampire in the ribs. "I told you that if you ever touched her again you'd die."
Deacon tangled his fingers in Quinn's hair and yanked him to his feet. "You didn't just touch her though, did you? You fucking raped her!" His fist slammed into Quinn's face. "You raped her you sick fuck and then you killed her."
Deacon dropped Quinn back to the floor and raised his boot to stomp on his face. It was only then that he noticed Quinn was laughing. He lowered his foot slowly and cocked his head, then reached down and pulled the vampire to his feet.
"What's so funny?"
"I did you a favour man," Quinn said, still chuckling. "You can be with her now." He raised one of his hands and pointed over Deacon's shoulder.
He dropped Quinn, then turned to stare into the shadows of his apartment. Tina was sitting in one of the chairs, a hammer in her good hand. She was dressed once more in the jeans and one of Deacon's shirts, smiling gently at him.
"Hey," she said softly.
"Oh fuck you Quinn," Deacon growled. "You turned her? You fucking turned her?"
Tina stood and walked over to him quickly. "Don't worry about it baby. I kicked his ass already."
"You did?"
She nodded. "Yeah. Come on, did you really think I'd wake up happy to be a vampire? I'm a hunter for Christ's sake . . . plus he did rape me, twice. I pushed him around a little bit. I was stronger than him before and now," she laughed. "Well, let's just say he won't be giving me anymore trouble."
"Fuck you," Quinn muttered from the floor.
"You already did that sweetie," Tina replied and kicked his face. "Or did you forget?"
Deacon sighed shakily and lowered himself onto the couch. "This is too much."
Tina sat beside him, still toying with the hammer. "Shh my love. I was angry that he did it, but now I understand that it's okay. We can be together now. It won't feel wrong anymore."
"How can love feel wrong?" Deacon asked miserably, quoting the vampire he had met earlier that night. He stared at her. "I could have been with you before. I could have been with a human."
Tina sighed. "Maybe you could have Deacon, but could I? Do you think I really would have let myself fall in love with a vampire?" She shook her head. "And even if I did, you wouldn't last very long. You're bent on dominating the humans, how could you ever love one?"
"I did," he whispered.
"And she's still right here," Tina replied. "Look at me now Deacon," she commanded, then stretched her arm out on the coffee table in front of her. Her cast shone in the moonlight and in her other hand the hammer looked dark and menacing. Without another word to Deacon she slammed the hammer down on the cast, cracking the plaster and peeling it away from her wrist.
He cringed and glanced away, but quickly looked back when the banging stopped.
Tina smiled at him, then held up the arm that had been in the cast. She flexed her hand, bending her fingers and then touched his face.
"Let me be with you," she whispered. In the dim light of the living room, Deacon could see her fangs shining softly. He felt his heart leapt into his throat and a smile made its way quickly across his face.
He lost himself in a kiss moments later, forgetting Quinn was still lying on the floor nearby. Deacon stood, taking Tina with him and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her back to his bedroom. The door slammed behind them and Quinn chuckled again. They would lie in his bed that night, make love in her blood.
Quinn slowly got to his feet and brushed his hair back. What he had done was worth the temporary wrath of Deacon Frost. What he had done had secured himself as the boss' right hand man because he had given him the woman he loved.
Quinn's smile slowly slid off his face. He realized with a start that if Blade found out Tina was dead they were all screwed. He had to find someway to convince the daywalker that she was still alive. Someway to fix this before Deacon realized exactly what he had done.
He ran to the elevator and pressed the down button, concocting a plan as he waited.
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Notes: Uh oh, Quinn's in trouble now . . . :)
Deacon entered his dark apartment and he immediately noticed the heavy stench of blood in the air. The party had since ended, the other vampires had gone home, but the scent of their kills remained. The smells floored him, reached inside his brain and triggered an animal instinct he had almost forgotten to feed over the past few days. His stomach growled angrily and Quinn laughed from where he was sitting on Deacon's couch.
"Hungry Deac?" he asked, still laughing. "If I had known I would have saved you some of mine."
"Hey Quinn," Deacon said, nodding at him. "I need to see Tina." He started off toward his bedroom.
"What for?" Quinn asked. "I mean, you don't really need her, do you?"
He swallowed hard before turning to glance at his friend. "You know, I think I do," he replied, then opened his bedroom door.
The smell of blood hit Deacon hard and he had to grab the doorknob to support himself. He felt his knees buckle and prayed for them to support him as he slowly made his way into the dark room. Without turning on the lights he knew that the room would be painted in blood.
A glance in his bathroom showed him a pool on the floor, slicked in some spots like someone had struggled in it. Whoever had been bleeding that bad had been dragged from the bathroom to his bed where the sheets were thrown back. Blood soaked his mattress and Deacon closed his eyes, relying strictly on his sense of smell to tell him what had happened.
His eyes flew open a second later and he sprinted back to where Quinn was sitting on his couch.
"You fucking monster," Deacon growled, lifting Quinn up by the collar and throwing him halfway across the room. "Mother fucking pig," he screamed, kicking the other vampire in the ribs. "I told you that if you ever touched her again you'd die."
Deacon tangled his fingers in Quinn's hair and yanked him to his feet. "You didn't just touch her though, did you? You fucking raped her!" His fist slammed into Quinn's face. "You raped her you sick fuck and then you killed her."
Deacon dropped Quinn back to the floor and raised his boot to stomp on his face. It was only then that he noticed Quinn was laughing. He lowered his foot slowly and cocked his head, then reached down and pulled the vampire to his feet.
"What's so funny?"
"I did you a favour man," Quinn said, still chuckling. "You can be with her now." He raised one of his hands and pointed over Deacon's shoulder.
He dropped Quinn, then turned to stare into the shadows of his apartment. Tina was sitting in one of the chairs, a hammer in her good hand. She was dressed once more in the jeans and one of Deacon's shirts, smiling gently at him.
"Hey," she said softly.
"Oh fuck you Quinn," Deacon growled. "You turned her? You fucking turned her?"
Tina stood and walked over to him quickly. "Don't worry about it baby. I kicked his ass already."
"You did?"
She nodded. "Yeah. Come on, did you really think I'd wake up happy to be a vampire? I'm a hunter for Christ's sake . . . plus he did rape me, twice. I pushed him around a little bit. I was stronger than him before and now," she laughed. "Well, let's just say he won't be giving me anymore trouble."
"Fuck you," Quinn muttered from the floor.
"You already did that sweetie," Tina replied and kicked his face. "Or did you forget?"
Deacon sighed shakily and lowered himself onto the couch. "This is too much."
Tina sat beside him, still toying with the hammer. "Shh my love. I was angry that he did it, but now I understand that it's okay. We can be together now. It won't feel wrong anymore."
"How can love feel wrong?" Deacon asked miserably, quoting the vampire he had met earlier that night. He stared at her. "I could have been with you before. I could have been with a human."
Tina sighed. "Maybe you could have Deacon, but could I? Do you think I really would have let myself fall in love with a vampire?" She shook her head. "And even if I did, you wouldn't last very long. You're bent on dominating the humans, how could you ever love one?"
"I did," he whispered.
"And she's still right here," Tina replied. "Look at me now Deacon," she commanded, then stretched her arm out on the coffee table in front of her. Her cast shone in the moonlight and in her other hand the hammer looked dark and menacing. Without another word to Deacon she slammed the hammer down on the cast, cracking the plaster and peeling it away from her wrist.
He cringed and glanced away, but quickly looked back when the banging stopped.
Tina smiled at him, then held up the arm that had been in the cast. She flexed her hand, bending her fingers and then touched his face.
"Let me be with you," she whispered. In the dim light of the living room, Deacon could see her fangs shining softly. He felt his heart leapt into his throat and a smile made its way quickly across his face.
He lost himself in a kiss moments later, forgetting Quinn was still lying on the floor nearby. Deacon stood, taking Tina with him and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her back to his bedroom. The door slammed behind them and Quinn chuckled again. They would lie in his bed that night, make love in her blood.
Quinn slowly got to his feet and brushed his hair back. What he had done was worth the temporary wrath of Deacon Frost. What he had done had secured himself as the boss' right hand man because he had given him the woman he loved.
Quinn's smile slowly slid off his face. He realized with a start that if Blade found out Tina was dead they were all screwed. He had to find someway to convince the daywalker that she was still alive. Someway to fix this before Deacon realized exactly what he had done.
He ran to the elevator and pressed the down button, concocting a plan as he waited.
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Notes: Uh oh, Quinn's in trouble now . . . :)