Another short chapter but it's necessary! Enjoy!!!
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The next night, Dallas was sitting in the chair in the corner of the bedroom smoking a cigarette when Deacon walked in. "We need to talk." He said.
She put her cigarette out and leaned forward. "Talk."
He kneeled down in front of her and gazed into her eyes. "You're right."
"What?"
"You're right. About all those things you said last night. I don't know what to do. You're human."
"So what?"
"So, I've been so hell bent on killing all humans and dominating the world and then I fall in love with a human. How does that make me look?"
"Oh, so you care more about what your followers think than you care about your feelings? I see. What happened to big, bad, 'I don't give a fuck what anybody says, I do what I want' Deacon Frost?"
He didn't respond to her. He couldn't. He knew she was right.
"Fine. If it makes you feel better, bite me. Turn me into a vampire. I'm willing to let you do it because I love you that much." She pulled her hair to one side and leaned forward. "Do it."
He looked away from her. "No." He said in almost a whisper.
"It's what you want. Do it."
"No." He said louder. "It's not what I want."
"Then tell me what you do want, Deacon, because I really don't know anymore."
"You. That's it. That's all I want."
She gently placed her hand on his face as she looked into his eyes. She knew that this was probably the first time he ever experienced these feelings and he didn't know how to handle the situation.
He leaned in slowly and started kissing her. He stayed alert just in case she decided to hit him again but when she leaned into him more, he relaxed, knowing that she had really forgiven him.
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The next night, Dallas was sitting in the chair in the corner of the bedroom smoking a cigarette when Deacon walked in. "We need to talk." He said.
She put her cigarette out and leaned forward. "Talk."
He kneeled down in front of her and gazed into her eyes. "You're right."
"What?"
"You're right. About all those things you said last night. I don't know what to do. You're human."
"So what?"
"So, I've been so hell bent on killing all humans and dominating the world and then I fall in love with a human. How does that make me look?"
"Oh, so you care more about what your followers think than you care about your feelings? I see. What happened to big, bad, 'I don't give a fuck what anybody says, I do what I want' Deacon Frost?"
He didn't respond to her. He couldn't. He knew she was right.
"Fine. If it makes you feel better, bite me. Turn me into a vampire. I'm willing to let you do it because I love you that much." She pulled her hair to one side and leaned forward. "Do it."
He looked away from her. "No." He said in almost a whisper.
"It's what you want. Do it."
"No." He said louder. "It's not what I want."
"Then tell me what you do want, Deacon, because I really don't know anymore."
"You. That's it. That's all I want."
She gently placed her hand on his face as she looked into his eyes. She knew that this was probably the first time he ever experienced these feelings and he didn't know how to handle the situation.
He leaned in slowly and started kissing her. He stayed alert just in case she decided to hit him again but when she leaned into him more, he relaxed, knowing that she had really forgiven him.