Iliana walked into the living room with a sword in her hand and sat down on
the couch. She pulled the sword out of it's cover, held it up, and looked
at it. She ran her finger down the edge of the blade and a small stream of
blood ran down to her hand. She smiled evilly. "Still sharp. Perfect.
Blade'll never know what hit him."
Deacon walked in the room and could smell her blood as soon as he did. He saw the sword in her hand and raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, Deacon."
"Where'd you get that?"
"It's mine. I just went and got it from Serenity and Giselle."
"Let me see." He walked over and she handed him the sword. "Nice craftsmanship. Acid edged. Almost exactly like Blade's."
"There's one small difference."
"What's that?"
"This sword is the one that's gonna kill Blade."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, really."
"And when, might I ask, is the last time you actually used it?"
"Two years. That's why I brought it here. So I can practice."
"Interesting." He thought for a second. "Come with me." He handled her back her sword and lead her to the elevator.
"Where are we going?"
"I've got something that might help you out a little." He said, pushing the button for the sixth floor. When the elevator stopped, they stepped out into a big room that appeared to be some kind of practice area for weapons training and hand-to-hand combat. Deacon walked over and picked up a sword that was leaning against the wall. "Show me what you got." He said and took fighting stance, holding the sword out in front of him.
She, too, took fighting stance, crossing her blade with his. They both stood for a moment, waiting for the other to make the first move, then Iliana raised her sword and swung it towards Deacon's head. He blocked it and swung his sword at her waist. She jumped back and swung at him again. She grazed his arm and a small stream of blood ran down to his hand. She stopped and looked at him for a second in shock. He looked at her and grinned then swung his sword at her head. She did a bridge to dodge it and stood up in time to raise her sword to block his as it came towards her again. She did a back flip, swung her sword about her head, then swung it at his waist. He blocked it, stepping close to her and pushing the blades of the swords down towards the floor. They gazed into each other's eyes and dropped the swords to the floor. They wrapped their arms around each other and started kissing passionately.
"I love you." Deacon whispered without realizing what he was saying.
Iliana didn't think anything of it at the time, though, she thought it was said in the heat of the moment so she just kissed him again.
*************
Later that night, the doctor came to the penthouse to check on Iliana. "I need to check your stitches." He said.
She had almost forgotten about them except the occasional sharp pain surging through her body. She lifted her shirt for him to see her side and pulled off the bandage.
He looked at her side closely. "Healing nicely. You're a fast healer." He said, looking up at her. "They should be ready to come out in a few more days. A week at the most. Until then, you have to be careful not to break the stitches."
"I will be, doctor."
"If you need anything, Mr. Frost knows where to reach me."
"Okay. Thank you, doctor."
The doctor left, passing Deacon on his way to the elevator.
"What did he say?"
"He said the stitches should be ready to come out in a week at the most."
"Good."
"That means Blade has one week. After that, he's history."
Deacon walked in the room and could smell her blood as soon as he did. He saw the sword in her hand and raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, Deacon."
"Where'd you get that?"
"It's mine. I just went and got it from Serenity and Giselle."
"Let me see." He walked over and she handed him the sword. "Nice craftsmanship. Acid edged. Almost exactly like Blade's."
"There's one small difference."
"What's that?"
"This sword is the one that's gonna kill Blade."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, really."
"And when, might I ask, is the last time you actually used it?"
"Two years. That's why I brought it here. So I can practice."
"Interesting." He thought for a second. "Come with me." He handled her back her sword and lead her to the elevator.
"Where are we going?"
"I've got something that might help you out a little." He said, pushing the button for the sixth floor. When the elevator stopped, they stepped out into a big room that appeared to be some kind of practice area for weapons training and hand-to-hand combat. Deacon walked over and picked up a sword that was leaning against the wall. "Show me what you got." He said and took fighting stance, holding the sword out in front of him.
She, too, took fighting stance, crossing her blade with his. They both stood for a moment, waiting for the other to make the first move, then Iliana raised her sword and swung it towards Deacon's head. He blocked it and swung his sword at her waist. She jumped back and swung at him again. She grazed his arm and a small stream of blood ran down to his hand. She stopped and looked at him for a second in shock. He looked at her and grinned then swung his sword at her head. She did a bridge to dodge it and stood up in time to raise her sword to block his as it came towards her again. She did a back flip, swung her sword about her head, then swung it at his waist. He blocked it, stepping close to her and pushing the blades of the swords down towards the floor. They gazed into each other's eyes and dropped the swords to the floor. They wrapped their arms around each other and started kissing passionately.
"I love you." Deacon whispered without realizing what he was saying.
Iliana didn't think anything of it at the time, though, she thought it was said in the heat of the moment so she just kissed him again.
*************
Later that night, the doctor came to the penthouse to check on Iliana. "I need to check your stitches." He said.
She had almost forgotten about them except the occasional sharp pain surging through her body. She lifted her shirt for him to see her side and pulled off the bandage.
He looked at her side closely. "Healing nicely. You're a fast healer." He said, looking up at her. "They should be ready to come out in a few more days. A week at the most. Until then, you have to be careful not to break the stitches."
"I will be, doctor."
"If you need anything, Mr. Frost knows where to reach me."
"Okay. Thank you, doctor."
The doctor left, passing Deacon on his way to the elevator.
"What did he say?"
"He said the stitches should be ready to come out in a week at the most."
"Good."
"That means Blade has one week. After that, he's history."