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Quinn switched on Deacon's computer in the basement, then stared at it stupidly for a few minutes. He finally figured out how to connect to Blade's computer and slowly went through the motions he had seen Deacon do many times before. All he had to do was convince Blade that Tina was still alive and the vampire hunter would stay away.
"What do you want?" Whistler growled over the computer and Quinn jumped.
"Uh, Blade." He cleared his throat. "Lemme talk to Blade."
Whistler glared at him. "You're fuckin' lucky your boss got Tina. If she had turned up dead Blade would have killed every one of you bloodsuckers." He turned away without waiting for a response and called for Blade.
"We're not that stupid," Quinn muttered to himself, hoping he could pull off his plan.
"Quinn," Blade grinned. "I figured you were too stupid to work a computer."
"Shut the fuck up," Quinn said, turning away. "Deacon wanted me to keep you updated." He grabbed the girl he had plucked off the street earlier that evening and hoped that she physically looked enough like Tina to fool Blade. There was a blindfold over her eyes and tape over her mouth, so most of her face was covered, but Quinn wasn't certain he had even picked up a girl with the same hair color.
"She's still alive," Quinn said, showing Blade the girl. "So you better stay away."
Blade stared at them both, his eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the girl, then looked back at Quinn. "That's not Tina," he said.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Quinn asked. "You're damn right it's Tina."
"No it's not," Blade said. "Tina's taller, her hair is longer and darker. And she doesn't have that scar on her chin."
Quinn stared down to find a tiny, silvery mark staring back up at him. "Shit!"
"Where's Tina?" Blade asked.
"She's fine Blade, she's still alive."
"I want proof."
Quinn sighed, throwing his victim aside. "Proof?"
"Yeah. I want to see her. Now," Blade said.
"She's upstairs with Deacon, they're busy," Quinn said, immediately regretting his words.
"Busy?" Blade asked.
"Talking . . . she's uh, trying to talk him into letting her go," Quinn told him.
"I don't believe you."
"Fine, they fell in love," Quinn mumbled. "Deacon fell in love with a fucking human."
"But she's not human anymore, is she Quinn?" Blade asked. "Tina and Deacon may have let themselves feel it, but they wouldn't have acted on it. Not unless they were both . . ." he trailed off. "You killed her, didn't you?"
Quinn glanced away and tried to figure out how to break the connection.
"You fucking killed her and now you're trying to figure out a way to fix things before Deacon gets over his happiness and realizes that you turned the insurance into a vampire." Blade glared at him. "Better warn your boss that I'm on my way. And Quinn, I'll have your head for this. I swear to you, I'll have your fucking head!"
Quinn broke the connection a moment later and stepped backward, trembling.
"Shit," he murmured. "Fucking shit!" He turned and ran for the elevator. He had to warn Deacon that Blade was coming, he had to give them time to escape.
* * * *
Tina stretched contently on Deacon's bed, then hopped up and went for the shower. Deacon followed her a moment later, kissing her shoulder as he stepped up behind her.
"We should get this blood off," she said, turning on the hot spray.
Deacon nodded his agreement and reached for the soap. "Remember your first night here?"
Tina smiled. "A lot like this, wasn't it? Well, except for the sex and the fact that I'm not tied up anymore."
Deacon kissed her, cutting off any more words she may have wanted to say. As they kissed they washed the blood off their bodies, then stepped out of the shower.
"I kinda like my new uniform," Tina said after drying herself off and stepping into a new pair of jeans from Mercury's stash of clothing. She went to Deacon's closet and pulled out a dark blue dress shirt, then shrugged it over her shoulders.
"Uniform?" He asked, pulling on his own pants.
"Jeans and one of your shirts," Tina replied, finishing the buttons on the shirt. "I like wearing your clothes. They smell like you."
"And what do I smell like?" Deacon asked, pulling a shirt on and coming over to her.
"Almost human," Tina said, breathing deeply. " There's so much in your smell that I can't describe. It's intoxicating." She smiled, then went to the bedroom door and stepped out.
The elevator doors slid open a moment later and Quinn appeared, nervously twisting his hands.
"You have a visitor baby," Tina said, going to sit in the living room.
"Quinn." Deacon glanced at him. "You better have a damn good reason for being here. You've pissed me off enough for one night."
"Aw shit man . . . I don't even know how the fuck to say this," Quinn sighed. "Jesus, if you don't kill me now, Blade will."
Tina glanced up, her eyes shining. "Blade?"
Deacon growled. "What about Blade?" He frowned at Tina. "And why are you so interested in him?"
"Oh come on," Tina said, walking over to Deacon and running her hands down his chest. "You're gonna tell me I shouldn't be interested? He's my fucking mentor!" A harsh laugh escaped her mouth. "I know his moves baby, I would love to take him on."
"Well, you'll get your chance soon," Quinn said.
Deacon turned to him. "What's that mean?"
Quinn glanced away. "Tina was insurance boss and now Blade knows she's dead."
Deacon stared at him. "And how exactly does Blade know she's dead?"
"I don't fucking know!" Quinn yelled. "I don't know."
Tina chuckled. "Well, how did you find out that Blade knew?"
The elevator doors slid open then causing a hush falling over the three vampires in the room. Blade stood in the neon lights of the elevator, his long sword in one hand.
"Blade," Tina hissed, smiling at him.
He glanced up at her. "Hey Tina."
Tina licked her lips in anticipation, then brought her mouth to Deacon's in a quick, heated kiss.
"I love you," she whispered. "I loved you as human and I love you now." She grinned. "Now let's take him out."
* * * *
Quinn switched on Deacon's computer in the basement, then stared at it stupidly for a few minutes. He finally figured out how to connect to Blade's computer and slowly went through the motions he had seen Deacon do many times before. All he had to do was convince Blade that Tina was still alive and the vampire hunter would stay away.
"What do you want?" Whistler growled over the computer and Quinn jumped.
"Uh, Blade." He cleared his throat. "Lemme talk to Blade."
Whistler glared at him. "You're fuckin' lucky your boss got Tina. If she had turned up dead Blade would have killed every one of you bloodsuckers." He turned away without waiting for a response and called for Blade.
"We're not that stupid," Quinn muttered to himself, hoping he could pull off his plan.
"Quinn," Blade grinned. "I figured you were too stupid to work a computer."
"Shut the fuck up," Quinn said, turning away. "Deacon wanted me to keep you updated." He grabbed the girl he had plucked off the street earlier that evening and hoped that she physically looked enough like Tina to fool Blade. There was a blindfold over her eyes and tape over her mouth, so most of her face was covered, but Quinn wasn't certain he had even picked up a girl with the same hair color.
"She's still alive," Quinn said, showing Blade the girl. "So you better stay away."
Blade stared at them both, his eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the girl, then looked back at Quinn. "That's not Tina," he said.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Quinn asked. "You're damn right it's Tina."
"No it's not," Blade said. "Tina's taller, her hair is longer and darker. And she doesn't have that scar on her chin."
Quinn stared down to find a tiny, silvery mark staring back up at him. "Shit!"
"Where's Tina?" Blade asked.
"She's fine Blade, she's still alive."
"I want proof."
Quinn sighed, throwing his victim aside. "Proof?"
"Yeah. I want to see her. Now," Blade said.
"She's upstairs with Deacon, they're busy," Quinn said, immediately regretting his words.
"Busy?" Blade asked.
"Talking . . . she's uh, trying to talk him into letting her go," Quinn told him.
"I don't believe you."
"Fine, they fell in love," Quinn mumbled. "Deacon fell in love with a fucking human."
"But she's not human anymore, is she Quinn?" Blade asked. "Tina and Deacon may have let themselves feel it, but they wouldn't have acted on it. Not unless they were both . . ." he trailed off. "You killed her, didn't you?"
Quinn glanced away and tried to figure out how to break the connection.
"You fucking killed her and now you're trying to figure out a way to fix things before Deacon gets over his happiness and realizes that you turned the insurance into a vampire." Blade glared at him. "Better warn your boss that I'm on my way. And Quinn, I'll have your head for this. I swear to you, I'll have your fucking head!"
Quinn broke the connection a moment later and stepped backward, trembling.
"Shit," he murmured. "Fucking shit!" He turned and ran for the elevator. He had to warn Deacon that Blade was coming, he had to give them time to escape.
* * * *
Tina stretched contently on Deacon's bed, then hopped up and went for the shower. Deacon followed her a moment later, kissing her shoulder as he stepped up behind her.
"We should get this blood off," she said, turning on the hot spray.
Deacon nodded his agreement and reached for the soap. "Remember your first night here?"
Tina smiled. "A lot like this, wasn't it? Well, except for the sex and the fact that I'm not tied up anymore."
Deacon kissed her, cutting off any more words she may have wanted to say. As they kissed they washed the blood off their bodies, then stepped out of the shower.
"I kinda like my new uniform," Tina said after drying herself off and stepping into a new pair of jeans from Mercury's stash of clothing. She went to Deacon's closet and pulled out a dark blue dress shirt, then shrugged it over her shoulders.
"Uniform?" He asked, pulling on his own pants.
"Jeans and one of your shirts," Tina replied, finishing the buttons on the shirt. "I like wearing your clothes. They smell like you."
"And what do I smell like?" Deacon asked, pulling a shirt on and coming over to her.
"Almost human," Tina said, breathing deeply. " There's so much in your smell that I can't describe. It's intoxicating." She smiled, then went to the bedroom door and stepped out.
The elevator doors slid open a moment later and Quinn appeared, nervously twisting his hands.
"You have a visitor baby," Tina said, going to sit in the living room.
"Quinn." Deacon glanced at him. "You better have a damn good reason for being here. You've pissed me off enough for one night."
"Aw shit man . . . I don't even know how the fuck to say this," Quinn sighed. "Jesus, if you don't kill me now, Blade will."
Tina glanced up, her eyes shining. "Blade?"
Deacon growled. "What about Blade?" He frowned at Tina. "And why are you so interested in him?"
"Oh come on," Tina said, walking over to Deacon and running her hands down his chest. "You're gonna tell me I shouldn't be interested? He's my fucking mentor!" A harsh laugh escaped her mouth. "I know his moves baby, I would love to take him on."
"Well, you'll get your chance soon," Quinn said.
Deacon turned to him. "What's that mean?"
Quinn glanced away. "Tina was insurance boss and now Blade knows she's dead."
Deacon stared at him. "And how exactly does Blade know she's dead?"
"I don't fucking know!" Quinn yelled. "I don't know."
Tina chuckled. "Well, how did you find out that Blade knew?"
The elevator doors slid open then causing a hush falling over the three vampires in the room. Blade stood in the neon lights of the elevator, his long sword in one hand.
"Blade," Tina hissed, smiling at him.
He glanced up at her. "Hey Tina."
Tina licked her lips in anticipation, then brought her mouth to Deacon's in a quick, heated kiss.
"I love you," she whispered. "I loved you as human and I love you now." She grinned. "Now let's take him out."
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