Okay, one of my readers asked if Nissa in this story is based off of Nyssa on Blade 2. No, she's not. I think Scud is going to be the only character from part 2 that's in this story but I'm still not quite sure if I'm even going to have him in it yet. We'll find out on the next chapter because it's going be about what Blade did in Italy, which is probably totally irrelevant to the story but that's perfectly alright! It's just to take a little break from Iliana and Deacon (not that any of you would want to)! Enjoy!!! ~*Morina*~

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When they got to the club, they went to a couch in the corner on the far wall near the dance floor and Iliana sat down. "Look, Quinn and I have to go handle some business. Wait here. We'll be right back." Deacon said to her.

She nodded and took off her jack as they walked off into the large crowd of people. She sat back and watched the people on the floor. She could tell by the way they moved who was a vampire and who was human. The vampires moved fluently, like flower petals floating through the air on a cool ocean breeze. The humans were moving more like broken robots, stiff in their moves and looking like they were almost ignoring the beat of the music. She realized one of the perks of being a vampire as she watched them.

As she was watching, she didn't realize a vampire sit down beside her. He was tall and thin. He had soft green eyes that looked seductive with his tan skin and jet black hair. "Hello." He said. He had a seductive voice, to go along with his eyes, with a slight German accent.

She glanced over at him and flashed an annoyed grin then continued to watch the action on the dance floor. She was hoping that Deacon would hurry up and come take her away from this annoying little vampire.

"Are you here with anyone?"

"As a matter of fact, I am."

He looked at her wrists and the back of her neck, looking for a glyph. "I don't see any glyphs. That means, you're open territory." He grabbed the back of her neck and leaned in to bite her. She pushed him away and punched him in the jaw. "Bitch!" He jumped on her, pinning her down on the couch.

She fought to get free as he leaned into her, baring his fangs and letting out a low growl. Just as Iliana closed her eyes, giving in to him, feeling his breath against her neck, she felt his body being lifted off of her. She opened her eyes and saw Deacon standing over her and Quinn holding her attacker off the ground by his throat. She sat up, slightly shaken by the attack.

"Are you okay?" Deacon asked.

She put her hand on her neck, even though she hadn't been bitten, and nodded. "I'm fine."

Deacon looked at her attacker once more angrily then nodded his head, signaling Quinn to get him out of his sight. With one swift move of his arm, Quinn threw the attacker across the room. He and Deacon looked back at Iliana. She had her arms wrapped around herself and she was shaking slightly.

Deacon opened his mouth to speak but someone ran into him. It was a human apparently trying to escape another vampire. He turned and grabbed him by his throat, his eyes turning blood red as La Magra took over his body and the man pleaded for his life. Deacon bit down on his neck and blood poured out of his body onto the floor.

Iliana was beyond shocked at this sight. She turned her head and closed her eyes. She felt sick as she heard the man struggling to get free from Deacon's grip. She grabbed her stomach and put her hand over her mouth.

Deacon dropped the lifeless body to the floor and turned to Iliana as his eyes went back to their beautiful cold blue color. "Let's go." He said, looking at Iliana, then walked to the door.

Iliana stood up slowly and walked behind Deacon, staring at the floor. She was silent the whole way home and refused to look at Deacon, even after he had wiped the blood off of his face. When they got out of the limo, he put his arm around her waist. When they got to the penthouse, she went straight to the bedroom and curled up in the fetal position on the bed. A few minutes later, Deacon came in quietly. She didn't realize he was in the room until she felt his hand on her shoulder. She jumped in surprise.

"Sorry. Did I scare you?" He said to her. She didn't say a word, she just laid on the bed in silence. He sat down beside her and stroked her hair. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Don't touch me." She said coldly and pushed his hand away.

"Ana, look at me." She didn't move. "Tell me what you're mad about." She still didn't say anything. He was starting to get agitated by her silence. His voice turned demanding as he said, "Tell me what's wrong, Ana." She still didn't respond to him. He grabbed her arm, pulled her over onto her side, and jumped on top of her, pinning her to the bed.

She struggled to get free as he grabbed her wrists and pinned down her arms above her head with one hand and placed his other hand on her cheek. "Let me go!" She pleaded, tears running down her cheeks.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong." He said.

She stopped fighting and turned her head. "I guess you're gonna have to kill me, then." She said in a low tone. "I don't wanna talk to you so kill me, bite me, beat the hell out of me, I don't care."

"What?"

She looked up at him, tears pouring out of her eyes.

"You think that's what I'm gonna do to you?" He said. He was silent for a moment as he gazed into her eyes. He had never seen her this sad before, even when she talked about Rowan. "I would never kill you. I just wanna know what's wrong."

"Nothing, Deacon."

"There's something wrong. I know it. Tell me."

"Fine. You really wanna know what's wrong? It's you."

"Me?"

"Yeah. What you did tonight."

"What?"

"You killed that guy."

"I'm a vampire. You know that. I kill people to survive. You've been with a vampire before. You should be used to it."

"I am but I've never seen you like that before. It scares me. I know you're suppose to be all big and bad but you're not as scary as people perceive you to be. At least, you weren't until tonight." Tears streamed down her face as she spoke.

He started to speak but couldn't think of anything to say. He felt bad for scaring her away from him and he knew that there was nothing he could say to get her to forgive him. He let her go and she sat up. She wiped the tears from her eyes as she got off the bed and walked to the door. "Where are you going?" He asked.

"I'm going to see Nix." She walked out of the room and down the hall to her son's room. Nissa was standing in the room, holding Phoenix and pacing the room. "Hey Nissa. I'll take him. You can go, take a break if you want."

"Okay." Nissa said. "I fed him about an hour ago and I just changed him. I was just trying to put him to sleep."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." She handed Phoenix to his mother and left the room.

"Hey, baby boy." Iliana said. She started walking around the room, bouncing him gently. He fell asleep quickly but she still continued to bounce him for a few more minutes.

As she was laying him down in his crib, Deacon walked in the room. "Ana."

She turned around for a moment then reached over and turned on the Gloworm without saying a word. She walked out of the room, turning to light off on her way out, and Deacon followed her. She went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass out of the cabinet. She turned on the faucet to fill the glass with water then started drinking it.

"Ana, talk to me."

"I have nothing else to say to you, Deacon." She put the glass in the sink and went to the bedroom and he followed her, being persistent in his attempt to get her to speak to him.

He closed the door behind him when he walked into the room. "Ana, look, I don't know what to say to get you to feel better. It's not gonna change the fact that I killed that guy and it's not gonna change the fact that I kill people on a daily basis."

"Deacon, I don't care how many people you kill. I really don't and I really don't wanna talk about this. I'm tired. I just wanna take a shower and go to sleep." She went into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it behind her. She turned on the water and pulled off her clothes. She stepped in the shower and let the warm water beat down on her back. The image of Deacon killing the man at the club started replaying over and over again in her mind. The sound of him struggling. The sound of Deacon growling as blood poured from the man's body. She understood that he was a vampire and he had to kill people to survive but she had never seen him act the way he did at the club. It's not his fault. She told herself. It's La Magra. That's what's making him act like that. She put her head under the running water, clearing her head of all these thoughts and just focusing on what was most important to her- her son. When she got out of the shower, she dried off, wrapped her hair in a towel, and pulled on a pair of black shorts and a black wife beater. She took a deep breath before she stepped out of the door, anticipating what Deacon was going to say to her when she stepped into the bedroom. She was surprised to find that he was not in the room. She took the towel off of her head as she sat on the bed. She started rubbing it on her head to dry her hair when Phoenix's cry came through the baby monitor. She started to get up and go see what was wrong when she heard someone, who she assumed was Nissa, enter the room. She went back to drying her hair when Deacon's voice came through the monitor.

"Hey, little guy." He said. "What's wrong?"

She stopped drying her hair and listened to him talking to the crying child as a smile started to cross her face.

Phoenix stopped crying and Deacon started to speak again. "There. That's better."

She put the towel down and left the room. She went to Phoenix's room and stood in the doorway. Deacon had Phoenix in his arms and was walking around the room. When he saw her standing there, he stopped. She walked into the room without saying a word. She brushed her hand across Phoenix's head then kissed Deacon gently.

"I-" He started.

"Shhh. Don't. It's okay. I understand." She understood by the look in his eyes that he felt bad about killing that man the way he did but he was a vampire and he had to do it.

He quietly put Phoenix, who was back to sleep, in his crib and followed Iliana out of the room, turning the light off on his way.