Title: Death Do Us Part 1/1
Author: Lara Jolie
E-MAIL: Jolie@wn.com.au
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the character Deacon Frost. This is written just for fun so please don't sue me.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask.
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: N/A
FEEDBACK: Extremely welcome and wanted.
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His icy, blue, crystal eyes seek me out across the crowded dance floor. He can hear my heart beating loudly in my chest, the hot blood within my body pumping through my veins as I dance freely and wildly, unknown that he has already chosen his prey for that night. And that prey was me. It's now that I notice him, standing apart from the others, dressed completely in black and those eyes, his beautiful eyes seem if they are looking into my very soul. Yet how ? and why ?. My heartbeat begins to quicken as he approaches me, walks straight up to me with such confidence, such power that it's almost intoxicating. Not a word is spoken between us and there is no need as we both are well aware of what he has come for, seek me out for, it's just a matter of time now, simply a matter of time. His strong arm sleeks it's way around my waist like a serpent, deadly and fatal. Yet I allow him knowing fully well how this shall turn out, but how can I refuse him so, the man with the angelic face and a sinners heart, as black as darkness itself. We dance to the pounding music, our bodies only inches apart as everything else seems to just move into slow motion, almost completely stopping. Now he is whispering into my ear, luring me outside where no one shall see. I follow him willingly and foolishly, completely immersed in his web of seduction. Consumed now in darkness he whispers sensual, sexual words into my ear, his lips touching mine in a cool embrace as I now completely give myself to him. There is no turning back for me now, it is too late and if I could really decided I don't think I would want to leave. But yet even as I think this in my mind it has already began, his deathly cold lips on the soft flesh of my neck, lingering for what seems like a eternity before he is feeding from me. His sharp animalistic teeth in my throat as he drains the very essence of life from me. I fell light headed, weak and my life is slipping away before my eyes. It is quick and is over within a few mere moments, he drops my lifeless body to the wet, dirty ground. My eyes are wide open now, staring blankly up at him as he wiped my warm, fresh blood from his lips, looking down at me once, a grin appears on his fine features as he disappears from site. Into the club perhaps to claim another like myself, perhaps not. Now I simply wait while what was once my beautiful body begins to decay, disease ridden vermin feeding on my fingers with their own sharp teeth just as he had.
Soon the unbearable stench sets in and at long last I am noticed and finally placed at rest in my small coffin deep within the soil, underneath the rest of the world above.
It's amazing what you can remember, I remember it all, every part of the night I meet Deacon Frost.
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The End