When Deacon got home, Iliana was on the terrace by the pool. She was
standing in prayer position with her eyes closed and a dagger laying on the
ground on either side of her and she was wearing a pair of leather pants
and a black leather spaghetti-strap corset-like top that zipped up in the
front. Deacon stood in the living room silently, watching her.
"Hey, Deac, man-" Quinn started as he entered the room but stopped when Deacon raised is hand. "What's she doing?" He whispered.
"Shut the fuck up and you'll find out." Deacon whispered back.
Iliana took fighting stance and her two silent on-lookers figured out what she was doing. She was practicing her fighting technique, apparently preparing to kill Blade herself. She started throwing punches and kicks, spinning and flipping, moving gracefully. After a few minutes of this, she did a back flip, picking up her daggers as she did. Her side was still hurting quite a bit but she didn't seem to care. She took fighting stance again with the blades of the daggers crossed above her head. She took a step back then was on the attack again, spinning the daggers in her hands and jabbing as if she was stabbing someone. She went on doing this for a few minutes, gracefully executing every move perfectly. The she did another back flip, jabbed with her dagger, spun around, raised her arms and spun the daggers around above her head, crossing the blades as she stopped, paused, then brought them down in front of her, paused again, then pulled them to the sides, as if she was cutting someone's throat. Then, breathing heavily, she went back into prayer position, daggers still in hand.
"Whoa, she's hot and she can kick ass. Pretty amazing for a human." Quinn whispered to Deacon.
Her eyes popped open suddenly, almost like she knew someone was watching her. She dropped her arms to her sides but didn't release her grip on the daggers. She turned slowly to face the two vampires. She slowly walked into the room, looking straight at Deacon and not saying a word. She stopped in front of him and slowly looked over at Quinn. "Did you like that?"
"Hell yeah, that kicked ass. I'm never seen anyone move like that. Well, at least, not a human."
She looked back over to Deacon and stepped closer to him. "And what about you? Did you like my moves, Deacon?"
"Yeah, but I like your other moves better."
She grinned evilly then slowly leaned and kissed him. That was enough incentive for Quinn to leave the room. She dropped her daggers to the floor and wrapped her arms around Deacon's neck and leaned in closer to him as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Before they could take things any further, her cell phone rang. She reached in her pocket and looked at the number. "It's Giselle."
"Don't answer it. She'll call back later."
"Deacon, she has Phoenix, maybe there's something wrong with him." She flipped open her phone and held it to her ear. "Hello."
"Ana!" Giselle's voice came through the phone in a half panicky, half pissed off tone. "You need to get over here right now."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"It's Phoenix."
"What?" She said as she turned her back to Deacon.
"Someone's here trying to take him. Serenity and I are trying to keep them out of the room but I don't know how much longer we can stop them."
"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can. Just keep them out of the room. Kill them if you have to." She hung up the phone, grabbed her trench coat off the couch, and went to the elevator and Deacon followed.
"Ana, what's going on?" He asked.
"Someone's trying to take Phoenix." She said. "God, why the hell is your elevator so fucking slow?" The elevator doors finally opened and they stepped inside. She pressed the button for the first floor then crossed her arms and started tapping her finger against her bicep impatiently. When the elevator stopped, she didn't even wait for the doors to open all the way. When they opened far enough for her to fit through, she rushed through the lobby and out the door, passing Quinn on her way.
"Deac, what's up?" Quinn asked.
"Someone's trying to take the kid." Deacon said without stopping. Quinn immediately turned and followed him.
"I need your bike. I'll bring it back but I really need it." Iliana said to a man sitting on a motorcycle outside the building.
"No." The man said.
"It's a matter of life and death. Get off the bike."
"No."
"Please get off the bike."
"No."
"FUCK!" She said the punched him in the face, knocking him off the motorcycle. She jumped on and rode off.
Deacon and Quinn stood for a second and watched her ride down the street then took off running. With their vampire speed, they would get to the apartment a few moments after Iliana. When they got there, she was running into the building. They followed her into the building and up the stairs to the apartment.
When she got in the apartment, she didn't even stop. She grabbed a man that was trying to push past Serenity into the bedroom and threw him to the floor. He started to stand up and she kicked him in the face.
Serenity grabbed one of the two guys holding Giselle back. She pulled him away from her sister then punched him in the face. She continued to hit him as Giselle commenced in fighting off of the other man that was holding her back.
Iliana hovered over the guy that she threw to the ground for a moment then went to kick him in the stomach but stopped at the sound of her crying son. She looked towards the room then walked down the hall and through the door. He was laying in his crib crying loudly. She knew there was something wrong with him because he never cried like that, even when he was hungry. She became fully alert and cautiously looked around the room. She noticed that the window was open and went over to close it. As she was closing it, she heard a noise come from the closet. She slowly walked over and opened the closet door. When she did, she was met with a fist in the face. She put her hands over her face as pain surged through it. She backed up as the man stepped out of the closet, blinking her eyes and shaking her head in an attempt to rid herself of the pain. She took fighting stance and he moved forward to punch her in the face. She dodged it, grabbing his arm and throwing him to the ground. He stood up and came towards her again. She punched him in the face the kicked him in the groin. He fell to the floor in pain and she ran past him. Before she could reach Phoenix, the man grabbed her by ankle and fell to the floor. She rolled over and kicked him in his face three times. Then she jumped and grabbed her son. When she turned around, the man was back to his feet. She looked around and saw a glass candle holder sitting on the dresser. She grabbed and threw it at him, hitting him in the face and cutting him up badly. She kicked him in the stomach and ran out of the room, followed closely by him. She past Deacon and as the man past him, he grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground, and threw him across the room.
He turned to Iliana. "Is he okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, he's fine." She said.
With that, he turned and, with his vampire speed, crossed the room and picked the man up by his throat. He looked into the man's face and raised an eyebrow. "Davis?" He said.
Iliana looked at him in shock. "You know him?"
"He works for me." He tightened his grip on Davis's throat. "What the hell are you doing? I never said anything about taking the kid."
"Wait a fucking minute, you sent them over here?"
"I wanted to make sure that your son was safe. They were not supposed to take him."
"We don't take our orders from you anymore, Frost." One of the other men said.
"Reilly. What the fuck are you guys doing?"
"We take our orders from someone else now."
"Who?"
"Damaskimos."
"Fucking bastard. Why's he want the child?"
"He's the next daywalker. He's very valuable to Damaskimos. A human and two witches are not the proper caretakers for this child."
"He's my child, you fucker. He's staying with me." Iliana said.
"We must take him."
"Over my dead body."
"I can arrange that."
"Fucking ass. Giselle, take Phoenix." She handed her son to Giselle and stepped forward. "You wanna kill me?"
"I will if I have to."
"Oh really?"
"Yes."
"You're a vampire, right?"
"Yeah."
"That would make you deathly allergic to silver then."
"Yeah."
"Good." She raised arm to reveal silver dagger in her hand. She ran it through his heart and watched him turn to a pile of ash in front of her then spat in it. "Fucker."
One of the other vampires charged towards Giselle but she moved and he hit the floor. Iliana turned around and kicked him in the face then spun dagger around in her hand then drove it through his heart.
"You can resist all you want but we will have your child." Davis said, still being held off the ground by Deacon.
"Ah!" Iliana growled as she tossed the dagger up, caught it by the blade, and threw it, hitting Davis right in the chest. The dagger surprised Deacon and he released his grip and Davis turned to ash as he fell to the ground.
The other vampire was being pinned down by Serenity. Iliana didn't waste time letting him speak. She was so angry, she pulled out her other dagger and ran it through his heart. Then she turned to face Deacon. "You sent them here. This is your fault." She took Phoenix from Giselle and walked out the door.
Deacon followed her out the door. "Ana, where are you going?"
"Where do you think I'm going? Back to the penthouse."
"So, you're gonna stay with me?"
"Oh, believe me, I really don't want to but I said I was gonna stay with you until we killed Blade and that's what I intend to do."
"What about Phoenix?"
"You sent those guys here to 'protect' him and they did a real bang up job of it. He's better off with me." She walked outside and past the motorcycle.
"I didn't know."
She stopped and turned to face him. "I really don't wanna talk about this right now. I wanna get my son back to the penthouse so he can rest peacefully." She turned and started walking again.
*************
Back at the penthouse, Deacon stood in the living room and waited for Iliana to come out of the bedroom. When she did, she walked right past him, sat on the couch, and lit a cigarette.
"Ana." He said.
"What?" She responded coldly.
"I didn't know about them."
"They worked for you. How could you not know?"
"If I would have known do you think I would have sent them to protect your son?"
"You know, Deacon," she said as she stood up, "I don't really know. You are a vampire and you hate the entire human race. Why wouldn't you do it? You wouldn't feel the least bit remorseful about it if you did."
"For fuck sake. Why would I save you life then have your son kidnapped?"
"I haven't the slightest, Deacon. I don't know how your twisted little mind works."
He grunted angrily. "Why didn't I just kill you when I met you?" He said under his breath.
"You know, Deacon, it's not to late. You want it that bad, do it. I don't care. Do it. Kill me." She said angrily. "Here, I'll help you out a little." She grabbed one of her daggers, which she ha laid on the coffee table upon returning to the penthouse, and drug it across her collar bone. A small stream of blood started to trickle down her neck to her chest and she stepped forward. "Do it. You wanna do it? Then don't wait. Just do it now and get it over with. You can figure out what to do with my defenseless child after you kill me."
"I'm not gonna bite you."
"It's what you want so do it. I'm right here. I'm not gonna fight."
"No."
"Do it!"
He grabbed the back of her neck roughly and pulled her close. His eyes turned blood red again and she knew she had gotten to him.
She stared into his eyes coldly. "Yeah, that's right. Do it. You're weak. You can't resist it." She said as he leaded into the cut. She felt his lips on her neck and she braced herself for the inevitable pain she knew was going to follow shortly after.
He went to sink his teeth into her soft, sweet flesh but stopped himself and pushed her away. "Leave. Go check on your son or something. Just...go." He said.
She put her hand over the cut on her neck and went into the bedroom.
Deacon licked her blood off his lips and flopped down onto the couch. Why didn't you do it? She was right there. You had her and you didn't do it. You could have turned her and you let her go. He thought to himself as he lit a cigarette.
In the bedroom, Iliana laid down on the bed beside her sleeping child, gently running her hand through his soft hair. Why didn't he do it? I don't understand it. He wants to kill me, doesn't he? He knows the only reason I'm with him is the kill Blade and I know he's probably thinking that he'd be better off just getting rid of me and going after Blade on his own. Or maybe he...no, he couldn't. I'm a human. He couldn't possibly- she thought to herself. Is he...in love with me? Am I in love with him? Oh my god, I'm in love with Deacon Frost. This isn't happening. I can't fall in love with another vampire. Last time I fell in love with one, it ended in nothing but pain. Nothing good came out of it except- She looked down at her son and smiled as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
"Hey, Deac, man-" Quinn started as he entered the room but stopped when Deacon raised is hand. "What's she doing?" He whispered.
"Shut the fuck up and you'll find out." Deacon whispered back.
Iliana took fighting stance and her two silent on-lookers figured out what she was doing. She was practicing her fighting technique, apparently preparing to kill Blade herself. She started throwing punches and kicks, spinning and flipping, moving gracefully. After a few minutes of this, she did a back flip, picking up her daggers as she did. Her side was still hurting quite a bit but she didn't seem to care. She took fighting stance again with the blades of the daggers crossed above her head. She took a step back then was on the attack again, spinning the daggers in her hands and jabbing as if she was stabbing someone. She went on doing this for a few minutes, gracefully executing every move perfectly. The she did another back flip, jabbed with her dagger, spun around, raised her arms and spun the daggers around above her head, crossing the blades as she stopped, paused, then brought them down in front of her, paused again, then pulled them to the sides, as if she was cutting someone's throat. Then, breathing heavily, she went back into prayer position, daggers still in hand.
"Whoa, she's hot and she can kick ass. Pretty amazing for a human." Quinn whispered to Deacon.
Her eyes popped open suddenly, almost like she knew someone was watching her. She dropped her arms to her sides but didn't release her grip on the daggers. She turned slowly to face the two vampires. She slowly walked into the room, looking straight at Deacon and not saying a word. She stopped in front of him and slowly looked over at Quinn. "Did you like that?"
"Hell yeah, that kicked ass. I'm never seen anyone move like that. Well, at least, not a human."
She looked back over to Deacon and stepped closer to him. "And what about you? Did you like my moves, Deacon?"
"Yeah, but I like your other moves better."
She grinned evilly then slowly leaned and kissed him. That was enough incentive for Quinn to leave the room. She dropped her daggers to the floor and wrapped her arms around Deacon's neck and leaned in closer to him as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Before they could take things any further, her cell phone rang. She reached in her pocket and looked at the number. "It's Giselle."
"Don't answer it. She'll call back later."
"Deacon, she has Phoenix, maybe there's something wrong with him." She flipped open her phone and held it to her ear. "Hello."
"Ana!" Giselle's voice came through the phone in a half panicky, half pissed off tone. "You need to get over here right now."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"It's Phoenix."
"What?" She said as she turned her back to Deacon.
"Someone's here trying to take him. Serenity and I are trying to keep them out of the room but I don't know how much longer we can stop them."
"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can. Just keep them out of the room. Kill them if you have to." She hung up the phone, grabbed her trench coat off the couch, and went to the elevator and Deacon followed.
"Ana, what's going on?" He asked.
"Someone's trying to take Phoenix." She said. "God, why the hell is your elevator so fucking slow?" The elevator doors finally opened and they stepped inside. She pressed the button for the first floor then crossed her arms and started tapping her finger against her bicep impatiently. When the elevator stopped, she didn't even wait for the doors to open all the way. When they opened far enough for her to fit through, she rushed through the lobby and out the door, passing Quinn on her way.
"Deac, what's up?" Quinn asked.
"Someone's trying to take the kid." Deacon said without stopping. Quinn immediately turned and followed him.
"I need your bike. I'll bring it back but I really need it." Iliana said to a man sitting on a motorcycle outside the building.
"No." The man said.
"It's a matter of life and death. Get off the bike."
"No."
"Please get off the bike."
"No."
"FUCK!" She said the punched him in the face, knocking him off the motorcycle. She jumped on and rode off.
Deacon and Quinn stood for a second and watched her ride down the street then took off running. With their vampire speed, they would get to the apartment a few moments after Iliana. When they got there, she was running into the building. They followed her into the building and up the stairs to the apartment.
When she got in the apartment, she didn't even stop. She grabbed a man that was trying to push past Serenity into the bedroom and threw him to the floor. He started to stand up and she kicked him in the face.
Serenity grabbed one of the two guys holding Giselle back. She pulled him away from her sister then punched him in the face. She continued to hit him as Giselle commenced in fighting off of the other man that was holding her back.
Iliana hovered over the guy that she threw to the ground for a moment then went to kick him in the stomach but stopped at the sound of her crying son. She looked towards the room then walked down the hall and through the door. He was laying in his crib crying loudly. She knew there was something wrong with him because he never cried like that, even when he was hungry. She became fully alert and cautiously looked around the room. She noticed that the window was open and went over to close it. As she was closing it, she heard a noise come from the closet. She slowly walked over and opened the closet door. When she did, she was met with a fist in the face. She put her hands over her face as pain surged through it. She backed up as the man stepped out of the closet, blinking her eyes and shaking her head in an attempt to rid herself of the pain. She took fighting stance and he moved forward to punch her in the face. She dodged it, grabbing his arm and throwing him to the ground. He stood up and came towards her again. She punched him in the face the kicked him in the groin. He fell to the floor in pain and she ran past him. Before she could reach Phoenix, the man grabbed her by ankle and fell to the floor. She rolled over and kicked him in his face three times. Then she jumped and grabbed her son. When she turned around, the man was back to his feet. She looked around and saw a glass candle holder sitting on the dresser. She grabbed and threw it at him, hitting him in the face and cutting him up badly. She kicked him in the stomach and ran out of the room, followed closely by him. She past Deacon and as the man past him, he grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground, and threw him across the room.
He turned to Iliana. "Is he okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, he's fine." She said.
With that, he turned and, with his vampire speed, crossed the room and picked the man up by his throat. He looked into the man's face and raised an eyebrow. "Davis?" He said.
Iliana looked at him in shock. "You know him?"
"He works for me." He tightened his grip on Davis's throat. "What the hell are you doing? I never said anything about taking the kid."
"Wait a fucking minute, you sent them over here?"
"I wanted to make sure that your son was safe. They were not supposed to take him."
"We don't take our orders from you anymore, Frost." One of the other men said.
"Reilly. What the fuck are you guys doing?"
"We take our orders from someone else now."
"Who?"
"Damaskimos."
"Fucking bastard. Why's he want the child?"
"He's the next daywalker. He's very valuable to Damaskimos. A human and two witches are not the proper caretakers for this child."
"He's my child, you fucker. He's staying with me." Iliana said.
"We must take him."
"Over my dead body."
"I can arrange that."
"Fucking ass. Giselle, take Phoenix." She handed her son to Giselle and stepped forward. "You wanna kill me?"
"I will if I have to."
"Oh really?"
"Yes."
"You're a vampire, right?"
"Yeah."
"That would make you deathly allergic to silver then."
"Yeah."
"Good." She raised arm to reveal silver dagger in her hand. She ran it through his heart and watched him turn to a pile of ash in front of her then spat in it. "Fucker."
One of the other vampires charged towards Giselle but she moved and he hit the floor. Iliana turned around and kicked him in the face then spun dagger around in her hand then drove it through his heart.
"You can resist all you want but we will have your child." Davis said, still being held off the ground by Deacon.
"Ah!" Iliana growled as she tossed the dagger up, caught it by the blade, and threw it, hitting Davis right in the chest. The dagger surprised Deacon and he released his grip and Davis turned to ash as he fell to the ground.
The other vampire was being pinned down by Serenity. Iliana didn't waste time letting him speak. She was so angry, she pulled out her other dagger and ran it through his heart. Then she turned to face Deacon. "You sent them here. This is your fault." She took Phoenix from Giselle and walked out the door.
Deacon followed her out the door. "Ana, where are you going?"
"Where do you think I'm going? Back to the penthouse."
"So, you're gonna stay with me?"
"Oh, believe me, I really don't want to but I said I was gonna stay with you until we killed Blade and that's what I intend to do."
"What about Phoenix?"
"You sent those guys here to 'protect' him and they did a real bang up job of it. He's better off with me." She walked outside and past the motorcycle.
"I didn't know."
She stopped and turned to face him. "I really don't wanna talk about this right now. I wanna get my son back to the penthouse so he can rest peacefully." She turned and started walking again.
*************
Back at the penthouse, Deacon stood in the living room and waited for Iliana to come out of the bedroom. When she did, she walked right past him, sat on the couch, and lit a cigarette.
"Ana." He said.
"What?" She responded coldly.
"I didn't know about them."
"They worked for you. How could you not know?"
"If I would have known do you think I would have sent them to protect your son?"
"You know, Deacon," she said as she stood up, "I don't really know. You are a vampire and you hate the entire human race. Why wouldn't you do it? You wouldn't feel the least bit remorseful about it if you did."
"For fuck sake. Why would I save you life then have your son kidnapped?"
"I haven't the slightest, Deacon. I don't know how your twisted little mind works."
He grunted angrily. "Why didn't I just kill you when I met you?" He said under his breath.
"You know, Deacon, it's not to late. You want it that bad, do it. I don't care. Do it. Kill me." She said angrily. "Here, I'll help you out a little." She grabbed one of her daggers, which she ha laid on the coffee table upon returning to the penthouse, and drug it across her collar bone. A small stream of blood started to trickle down her neck to her chest and she stepped forward. "Do it. You wanna do it? Then don't wait. Just do it now and get it over with. You can figure out what to do with my defenseless child after you kill me."
"I'm not gonna bite you."
"It's what you want so do it. I'm right here. I'm not gonna fight."
"No."
"Do it!"
He grabbed the back of her neck roughly and pulled her close. His eyes turned blood red again and she knew she had gotten to him.
She stared into his eyes coldly. "Yeah, that's right. Do it. You're weak. You can't resist it." She said as he leaded into the cut. She felt his lips on her neck and she braced herself for the inevitable pain she knew was going to follow shortly after.
He went to sink his teeth into her soft, sweet flesh but stopped himself and pushed her away. "Leave. Go check on your son or something. Just...go." He said.
She put her hand over the cut on her neck and went into the bedroom.
Deacon licked her blood off his lips and flopped down onto the couch. Why didn't you do it? She was right there. You had her and you didn't do it. You could have turned her and you let her go. He thought to himself as he lit a cigarette.
In the bedroom, Iliana laid down on the bed beside her sleeping child, gently running her hand through his soft hair. Why didn't he do it? I don't understand it. He wants to kill me, doesn't he? He knows the only reason I'm with him is the kill Blade and I know he's probably thinking that he'd be better off just getting rid of me and going after Blade on his own. Or maybe he...no, he couldn't. I'm a human. He couldn't possibly- she thought to herself. Is he...in love with me? Am I in love with him? Oh my god, I'm in love with Deacon Frost. This isn't happening. I can't fall in love with another vampire. Last time I fell in love with one, it ended in nothing but pain. Nothing good came out of it except- She looked down at her son and smiled as a single tear rolled down her cheek.