DISCLAIMER: I do not own Blade (except the DVD and the soundtrack)! I do
not own the characters from the movie! The only things I own are pictures
of Stephen Dorff, and a few made up characters in this story (i.e.: Lily
and Gunner)! Enjoy! R&R! This is my first so if it sucks, let me know
how to improve for next time! LaTeR!!!
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Deacon had been sitting on a couch in the corner of Lust, one of his many night clubs, watching her all night. She had walked in with three other women a few hours earlier and he was instantly drawn to her. She had long black hair and crystal blue eyes. She was sitting at the bar by herself staring at the shot of tequila in front of her while her friends were all out on the dance floor having fun.
He walked over to her and sat down. The bartender immediately poured him a drink. "Hi." He said in his usual low tone.
"Hi." She said, glancing up from her drink with an annoyed look on her face. Then she quickly downed her shot and started to walk away before he could say anything.
This surprised him but he quickly shook it off and followed her to the coat check. "Leaving so soon?" He asked.
"I have no reason to stay." She said.
"Aren't you going to at least tell me your name?"
"Who wants to know?" She asked as her cell phone rang. She looked at the number, rolled her eyes, and looked back at Deacon.
"Deacon." He said and extended his hand. "Deacon Frost."
"Lily Mitchell." She said and took his hand.
He gently kissed her hand and flashed her a smile. "Lily. That's a very beautiful name."
Before she could say anything, her phone rang again. She gave an irritated sigh and looked at the number. "Bastard." She mumbled and shoved her phone in her pocket.
Deacon raised an eyebrow. "Would you like to dance with me, Lily?" He asked, still holding her hand.
She looked around the room in hesitation. "Sure." She said and nodded.
He led her to the middle of the dance floor and pulled her close. They danced for hours until she and her friends decided to leave.
Deacon had been sitting on a couch in the corner of Lust, one of his many night clubs, watching her all night. She had walked in with three other women a few hours earlier and he was instantly drawn to her. She had long black hair and crystal blue eyes. She was sitting at the bar by herself staring at the shot of tequila in front of her while her friends were all out on the dance floor having fun.
He walked over to her and sat down. The bartender immediately poured him a drink. "Hi." He said in his usual low tone.
"Hi." She said, glancing up from her drink with an annoyed look on her face. Then she quickly downed her shot and started to walk away before he could say anything.
This surprised him but he quickly shook it off and followed her to the coat check. "Leaving so soon?" He asked.
"I have no reason to stay." She said.
"Aren't you going to at least tell me your name?"
"Who wants to know?" She asked as her cell phone rang. She looked at the number, rolled her eyes, and looked back at Deacon.
"Deacon." He said and extended his hand. "Deacon Frost."
"Lily Mitchell." She said and took his hand.
He gently kissed her hand and flashed her a smile. "Lily. That's a very beautiful name."
Before she could say anything, her phone rang again. She gave an irritated sigh and looked at the number. "Bastard." She mumbled and shoved her phone in her pocket.
Deacon raised an eyebrow. "Would you like to dance with me, Lily?" He asked, still holding her hand.
She looked around the room in hesitation. "Sure." She said and nodded.
He led her to the middle of the dance floor and pulled her close. They danced for hours until she and her friends decided to leave.