Side note: for all those who have been reading all my stories, I deleted my
Pirates of the Caribbean fic from the site! I read it and thought it was
really shitty so I'm gonna revise it, write the whole thing, and post it
all at once! Until then, y'all are just gonna have to settle for my Blade
fics! I love Deacon so there's prolly gonna be a lot of them! My next one
will be one about Blade himself, though! Read on and review if you wanna!
Enjoy
When Deacon woke, the woman was still asleep. She had started the sweat a little and she was flinching, apparently having a bad dream and reacting to her body's loss of blood. He got up and went into his room. A few moments later, he emerged with a wet towel in his hand. He sat on the couch and placed the towel on her forehead then gently ran his fingers down her cheek. He looked down at her side and noticed that blood had seeped through the bandage. He moved his hand down to her side without lifting it from her body. As his hand brushed down her side, she woke up and grabbed his arm with one hand, twisting it and grabbing his throat with the other.
"Who are you?" She said. "Where am I?"
"I'm Deacon Frost. You're in my penthouse."
"Why?"
"I found you early this morning and you were hurt. I brought you here and my doctor stitched up the cut."
She released her grip on his throat and loosened her grip on his wrist but didn't let it go. "You're the guy from the street."
"Yeah. You passed out before I brought you back."
She let go of his arm, moved the towel off of her head, and sat up slowly, flinching in pain as she moved. "Well, I really appreciate everything you did but you really didn't have to."
"I couldn't just leave you lying in the middle of the street to bleed to death."
"I'm pretty sure no one would have cared if you did."
"I would. Don't worry about all that right now. You must be hungry after all you've been through."
"Starving."
"Well, I don't really have anything to eat around here. I'll have one of my men go out and pick something up."
"No, you don't have to do all that. It's no big deal."
"It's really no problem. How about Chinese?"
"Well, if it's really no problem."
"Chinese it is." He picked up his headset and held it to his ear. "Jones, come up here." He put the headset down and flashed a smile at the woman.
A few moments later, the elevator opened and a familiar stepped out. "Yes, Mr. Frost."
"Go to the Chinese restaurant down the block and pick Ms.-" He turned to face the woman, waiting for her to say her name.
"Iliana."
"Ms. Iliana here some food." He finished without looking away from her.
"Yes, sir." The familiar said and left.
Deacon looked at the woman and flashed another smile. "Iliana, that's a beautiful name."
"Thank you."
"So what happened?"
"I got in a little argument with someone I thought was a friend. No big deal."
"They couldn't have been that good of a friend to do something like that."
"It's not that serious. It just made me realize that my life is shit, that's all."
"It can't be that bad."
"If you call being alone not that bad then, yeah, it's not that bad. But anyway, forget about me. What about you, Mr. Frost? What do you do?"
"I'm in the night club business."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I own a couple clubs around town."
"I guess that's how you can afford a place like this, huh?"
"I own the building."
"Family inheritance?"
"Nope. Worked my ass of to get it."
"You must be a really smart man, then, Mr. Frost."
"So I've been told." He smiled.
She smiled back at him and chuckled lightly but flinched at the pain and grabbed her side. "How many stitches did I get?"
"Twelve."
"Damn. Twelve? That's pretty bad. You should see the other guys though."
"There was more than one?"
"Yeah. There was three."
"You must be a strong woman."
"So I've been told," She smiled.
Deacon looked at his clock on the end table by the couch and saw that it was eight thirty. Well past sunset so it was safe for him to go out. He stood up and walked over to the wall. He pushed a button and the huge metal blinds raised up.
Iliana stood up slowly, grabbing her side and forcing herself not to cry out in pain as she moved. She walked out onto the terrace in awe. She looked at the pool and smiled at the sight of the little yellow rubber ducks floating in it. She looked out over the city. The view of the lights was amazing. It was like nothing she'd ever seen. "This is...beautiful." She said to Deacon.
"It's nothing big."
"Nothing big? This is amazing."
As she looked around, the familiar came back with food in his hand. "Mr. Frost."
Deacon and Iliana turned around. Deacon walked over and took the food and the familiar hurried out of the penthouse without another word. Iliana walked back to the couch and sat down. She started eating but Deacon didn't touch anything.
"Aren't you gonna eat?" She asked.
"I'm not really that hungry." He said. At least not for what you're eating, he thought. "So tell me more about you."
"Well, I live on my own, just me and my snake. I'm a bartender at Rage. No family, not a lot of friends."
"You have a boyfriend?" What the hell is wrong with you? Small talk? You're being nice to her? You're going soft, man.
"No. I don't really have a lot of luck in that department." She put her food down, stood up and walked back out to the pool and Deacon followed. "This is so beautiful." She said, looked out over the city.
"I know." Deacon said, looking at her. She looked at him and smiled. He snapped out of his trance and smiled back at her. Get a hold of yourself. Don't fall for her. She's human. You have to kill her eventually, he told himself.
They sat down together by the pool. They looked at the view for a few minutes and then Iliana looked over at Deacon. "Thank you for helping me, Mr. Frost. I don't know how I can ever repay you for everything you've done."
"You can start by calling me Deacon." He said, looking at her. He leaned in slowly and gently kissed her. The kiss intensified and he placed his hand on her cheek. He slowly moved his hand down her body. She flinched and pulled away and he realized what he had done. He had accidentally brushed against her wound with his hand. "I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay."
"I think maybe we should change the bandage."
"I think you're right."
They stood up and went inside. Deacon went into his room and got stuff the patch her up with. He came back out and sat down on the couch beside her. He pulled the bandage off her side and she flinched as the tape was ripped off her skin. He stopped for a second then started taping her back up. When he was done, he flashed a smile at her. "That's better." He said as she smiled back at him. He leaned in slowly to kiss her but she stopped him.
"I know who you are, Deacon, and I know what you really want." She said.
"What are you talking about?" He asked.
"You awakened La Magra. You were to one standing on the roof when I killed those three vampires. I was on my way to the Temple of Eternal Night when I killed them."
"How do you know about the blood god?"
"I know everything about you, Deacon. I know you want to destroy Blade. I wanna help you do it."
Deacon looked at her confused. How does she know all of this? Why does she want to destroy Blade?
"I know how to get Quinn and Mercury back."
"Why do you want to help me? You're human."
"I have my reasons. Do you want my help or not?"
"Yeah, yeah." He said, still a little confused by the whole thing.
"Good, we'll get Mercury and Quinn back tomorrow. I just have to call a few people and everything will be set. Where's my stuff?"
"It's in the bedroom." He signaled toward where the bedroom was and she went into the room. I knew there was something about her. But why does she want to kill Blade? Or is she just trying to trick me? Maybe she works for Blade and he knew she would be able to get to me. But how would he know that? How would he even know I was back? His thoughts were broken when she came back out into the room.
"Everything is set. Tomorrow after sunset, we'll go." She said as she sat down beside him.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see tomorrow. Now, there's the little matter of what you were doing before I interrupted."
He smiled evilly, leaned in and started kissed her. He stood up and took her hand. She stood up and they started kissing again. As he ran hand gently down her body, he made sure to not touch her wound. He wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her butt. She jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist. He turned and walked to the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him.
When Deacon woke, the woman was still asleep. She had started the sweat a little and she was flinching, apparently having a bad dream and reacting to her body's loss of blood. He got up and went into his room. A few moments later, he emerged with a wet towel in his hand. He sat on the couch and placed the towel on her forehead then gently ran his fingers down her cheek. He looked down at her side and noticed that blood had seeped through the bandage. He moved his hand down to her side without lifting it from her body. As his hand brushed down her side, she woke up and grabbed his arm with one hand, twisting it and grabbing his throat with the other.
"Who are you?" She said. "Where am I?"
"I'm Deacon Frost. You're in my penthouse."
"Why?"
"I found you early this morning and you were hurt. I brought you here and my doctor stitched up the cut."
She released her grip on his throat and loosened her grip on his wrist but didn't let it go. "You're the guy from the street."
"Yeah. You passed out before I brought you back."
She let go of his arm, moved the towel off of her head, and sat up slowly, flinching in pain as she moved. "Well, I really appreciate everything you did but you really didn't have to."
"I couldn't just leave you lying in the middle of the street to bleed to death."
"I'm pretty sure no one would have cared if you did."
"I would. Don't worry about all that right now. You must be hungry after all you've been through."
"Starving."
"Well, I don't really have anything to eat around here. I'll have one of my men go out and pick something up."
"No, you don't have to do all that. It's no big deal."
"It's really no problem. How about Chinese?"
"Well, if it's really no problem."
"Chinese it is." He picked up his headset and held it to his ear. "Jones, come up here." He put the headset down and flashed a smile at the woman.
A few moments later, the elevator opened and a familiar stepped out. "Yes, Mr. Frost."
"Go to the Chinese restaurant down the block and pick Ms.-" He turned to face the woman, waiting for her to say her name.
"Iliana."
"Ms. Iliana here some food." He finished without looking away from her.
"Yes, sir." The familiar said and left.
Deacon looked at the woman and flashed another smile. "Iliana, that's a beautiful name."
"Thank you."
"So what happened?"
"I got in a little argument with someone I thought was a friend. No big deal."
"They couldn't have been that good of a friend to do something like that."
"It's not that serious. It just made me realize that my life is shit, that's all."
"It can't be that bad."
"If you call being alone not that bad then, yeah, it's not that bad. But anyway, forget about me. What about you, Mr. Frost? What do you do?"
"I'm in the night club business."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I own a couple clubs around town."
"I guess that's how you can afford a place like this, huh?"
"I own the building."
"Family inheritance?"
"Nope. Worked my ass of to get it."
"You must be a really smart man, then, Mr. Frost."
"So I've been told." He smiled.
She smiled back at him and chuckled lightly but flinched at the pain and grabbed her side. "How many stitches did I get?"
"Twelve."
"Damn. Twelve? That's pretty bad. You should see the other guys though."
"There was more than one?"
"Yeah. There was three."
"You must be a strong woman."
"So I've been told," She smiled.
Deacon looked at his clock on the end table by the couch and saw that it was eight thirty. Well past sunset so it was safe for him to go out. He stood up and walked over to the wall. He pushed a button and the huge metal blinds raised up.
Iliana stood up slowly, grabbing her side and forcing herself not to cry out in pain as she moved. She walked out onto the terrace in awe. She looked at the pool and smiled at the sight of the little yellow rubber ducks floating in it. She looked out over the city. The view of the lights was amazing. It was like nothing she'd ever seen. "This is...beautiful." She said to Deacon.
"It's nothing big."
"Nothing big? This is amazing."
As she looked around, the familiar came back with food in his hand. "Mr. Frost."
Deacon and Iliana turned around. Deacon walked over and took the food and the familiar hurried out of the penthouse without another word. Iliana walked back to the couch and sat down. She started eating but Deacon didn't touch anything.
"Aren't you gonna eat?" She asked.
"I'm not really that hungry." He said. At least not for what you're eating, he thought. "So tell me more about you."
"Well, I live on my own, just me and my snake. I'm a bartender at Rage. No family, not a lot of friends."
"You have a boyfriend?" What the hell is wrong with you? Small talk? You're being nice to her? You're going soft, man.
"No. I don't really have a lot of luck in that department." She put her food down, stood up and walked back out to the pool and Deacon followed. "This is so beautiful." She said, looked out over the city.
"I know." Deacon said, looking at her. She looked at him and smiled. He snapped out of his trance and smiled back at her. Get a hold of yourself. Don't fall for her. She's human. You have to kill her eventually, he told himself.
They sat down together by the pool. They looked at the view for a few minutes and then Iliana looked over at Deacon. "Thank you for helping me, Mr. Frost. I don't know how I can ever repay you for everything you've done."
"You can start by calling me Deacon." He said, looking at her. He leaned in slowly and gently kissed her. The kiss intensified and he placed his hand on her cheek. He slowly moved his hand down her body. She flinched and pulled away and he realized what he had done. He had accidentally brushed against her wound with his hand. "I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay."
"I think maybe we should change the bandage."
"I think you're right."
They stood up and went inside. Deacon went into his room and got stuff the patch her up with. He came back out and sat down on the couch beside her. He pulled the bandage off her side and she flinched as the tape was ripped off her skin. He stopped for a second then started taping her back up. When he was done, he flashed a smile at her. "That's better." He said as she smiled back at him. He leaned in slowly to kiss her but she stopped him.
"I know who you are, Deacon, and I know what you really want." She said.
"What are you talking about?" He asked.
"You awakened La Magra. You were to one standing on the roof when I killed those three vampires. I was on my way to the Temple of Eternal Night when I killed them."
"How do you know about the blood god?"
"I know everything about you, Deacon. I know you want to destroy Blade. I wanna help you do it."
Deacon looked at her confused. How does she know all of this? Why does she want to destroy Blade?
"I know how to get Quinn and Mercury back."
"Why do you want to help me? You're human."
"I have my reasons. Do you want my help or not?"
"Yeah, yeah." He said, still a little confused by the whole thing.
"Good, we'll get Mercury and Quinn back tomorrow. I just have to call a few people and everything will be set. Where's my stuff?"
"It's in the bedroom." He signaled toward where the bedroom was and she went into the room. I knew there was something about her. But why does she want to kill Blade? Or is she just trying to trick me? Maybe she works for Blade and he knew she would be able to get to me. But how would he know that? How would he even know I was back? His thoughts were broken when she came back out into the room.
"Everything is set. Tomorrow after sunset, we'll go." She said as she sat down beside him.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see tomorrow. Now, there's the little matter of what you were doing before I interrupted."
He smiled evilly, leaned in and started kissed her. He stood up and took her hand. She stood up and they started kissing again. As he ran hand gently down her body, he made sure to not touch her wound. He wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her butt. She jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist. He turned and walked to the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him.