"Ana," Quinn said through the door, "the doctor's here."
Iliana sighed and she and Deacon went out into the living room. "Hi, doctor." She said.
"You ready for those stitches to come out, Ana?"
"Way past it, doc."
"Good."
She had already gotten used to these check-ups so she knew what to do. She lifted up the edge of her shirt just far enough to reveal the stitches on her side. The doctor started cutting the stitches in silence. She flinched with every stitch he pulled out. When he finished, she sighed in relief. "Well, that was fun. We should do it again sometime." She said sarcastically.
"Let's hope not." Deacon said.
"If you or your son needs anything else, let me know." the doctor said.
"I will, doctor. Thank you." She said. The doctor left and she walked out onto the terrace. Deacon followed her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. "It's almost time."
"Two days. That's all I need and everything will be ready."
"Good."
They stood in silence for a moment, looking out over the city. Then Deacon started kissing Iliana's neck. She leaned back against him and closed her eyes. As they were standing on the terrace, one of Deacon's guards crept past the living room and down the hall toward Phoenix's room. A few moments later, they heard the guard fighting with Nissa and rushed to see what was happening. When they got to the room, the guard had Nissa pinned to the floor with one of Iliana's daggers raised above his head. Before he could kill her, Deacon grabbed his wrist, squeezing so tight he broke every bone in it and caused the guard to roar out in pain as he dropped the dagger, then pulled him off of Nissa, throwing him across the room. Iliana quickly picked up the dagger and drove it through his heart. He roared again as he turned to ash. Quinn and Mercury came running into the room. They looked at Iliana then down at the pile of ash on the floor. Iliana walked over and looked at her son. He was still asleep and didn't seem to be effected at all by anything that had just happened.
Deacon looked at the sleeping child and chuckled. "I can't believe he slept through that." He said. Iliana shot him an evil look and walked out of the room. "Shit." He knew she was pissed off so he followed her to try to explain. "Ana."
"Leave me alone, Deacon."
"Ana, wait."
She went into the bedroom, followed closely by him, and sat on the bed. She lit a cigarette and glared at him. He opened his mouth th speak but she stopped him. "Don't. Don't say a word. I don't wanna hear it."
"Ana, look, I know you're pissed-"
"You're god damn I'm pissed! I brought my son here because I thought he would be safe but apparently I was wrong!" She barked as she put down her cigarette down and jumped up.
"He is safe."
"You call this safe? Always worrying about which one of your so called guards is gonna try to take my son next?"
"Nothing's gonna happen to him. I promise."
"You can't promise me shit. You can't even control the people that work for you."
He tried desperately to think of a response but he couldn't.
"Oh, looks like I struck a nerve with that one. You're weak. You're nothing. You act like you're the shit, big bad Deacon Frost, but underneath you're nothing but a pure waste of-"
His eyes turned to the blood red color as she spoke and his anger exploded. "SHUT UP!" He barked as he backhanded her hard, knocking her to the ground.
She put her hand on her burning face as she stood up. "So now you're gonna start knocking me around? I don't care. Do it. That will just prove me right. It'll prove that you're weak and you need to smack people like me, who love and would do anything for you, around to feel good inside."
"No." He grunted.
"No what, Deacon? Is that all you can say after all you put me and my poor, defenseless son through?"
"Stop."
"No. I won't stop until you get it through your fucking head that you're not as strong as you think you are. You're just a-"
Before she could finish her sentence, Deacon grabbed her roughly, sinking his fangs into her carotid artery. She dug her nails into his back as he sucked the blood out of her body. He grunted as it flowed down his throat. It tasted so good. It was like liquid fire flowing through his body. When he couldn't feel her nails in his back and her body went limp, he ripped his fangs from her. He looked at her lifeless body in shock as his eyes went back to their beautiful cold blue color. He couldn't believe what he had just done. He stared at the body of his love in his arms and felt sick to his stomach. I killed her, he thought, I fucking killed her. Please turn. Don't die. I don't know what I'll do if you die. He picked her up and took her over to the bed, laying her down gently. He ran his fingers down her cheek and felt a lump in his throat. He went out into the living room, where Quinn, Mercury, and Nissa were, and sat down on the couch, staring at the floor.
The three vampires looked at him with half surprised, half confused looks on their faces. They could smell the blood and had a pretty good idea of what happened in the bedroom. "Deac?" Quinn said, stepping closer to him. He looked up without saying a word, blood on his face, neck, and shirt. "What did you do?"
"I killed her."
"What?"
"I lost it. I bit her."
"Are you sure she's dead?"
"No."
"Maybe she'll turn."
"I hope. I don't know what I'll do without her. And what about Phoenix? Oh no. Phoenix. How am I suppose to face him after I killed his mother?"
"We don't know if she's dead yet. Mercury, get him a new shirt and get him cleaned up. Nissa, you go get the baby." This was the first time Quinn had taken charge of a situation with an attitude like this. He was demanding and forceful with his words, almost like Deacon. The two vampires did as they were told. Mercury headed towards Deacon's room and Nissa went to Phoenix's room. Quinn sat down beside Deacon. "Deac, look, she's not gonna die. She's a strong woman. She can survive anything."
"How could I do something like that? I love her."
"I know. But you were both pissed off. A lot of shit has been going on lately, the stress just got to you."
Mercury came back with a new shirt and a wet towel. "Here, Deacon. Put this on."
He pulled his shirt off and pulled on the clean one. He took the towel and wiped all the blood off of himself. Then Nissa entered with Phoenix in her arms. She handed him to Deacon and he stood up. He walked back and forth, looking at the sleeping child. He stirred in his sleep and whimpered. "Shhh. You're okay. You're safe." Deacon said softly. The other three vampires were seeing a side of Deacon that they hadn't really seen before. He was actually showing affection towards something other than death. Sure, he had shown affection towards Iliana but he still maintained most of his tough-guy attitude. The affection he was showing toward Phoenix was almost human, like a father to a son. He looks just like his mother, he thought. Beautiful and strong.
Iliana sighed and she and Deacon went out into the living room. "Hi, doctor." She said.
"You ready for those stitches to come out, Ana?"
"Way past it, doc."
"Good."
She had already gotten used to these check-ups so she knew what to do. She lifted up the edge of her shirt just far enough to reveal the stitches on her side. The doctor started cutting the stitches in silence. She flinched with every stitch he pulled out. When he finished, she sighed in relief. "Well, that was fun. We should do it again sometime." She said sarcastically.
"Let's hope not." Deacon said.
"If you or your son needs anything else, let me know." the doctor said.
"I will, doctor. Thank you." She said. The doctor left and she walked out onto the terrace. Deacon followed her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. "It's almost time."
"Two days. That's all I need and everything will be ready."
"Good."
They stood in silence for a moment, looking out over the city. Then Deacon started kissing Iliana's neck. She leaned back against him and closed her eyes. As they were standing on the terrace, one of Deacon's guards crept past the living room and down the hall toward Phoenix's room. A few moments later, they heard the guard fighting with Nissa and rushed to see what was happening. When they got to the room, the guard had Nissa pinned to the floor with one of Iliana's daggers raised above his head. Before he could kill her, Deacon grabbed his wrist, squeezing so tight he broke every bone in it and caused the guard to roar out in pain as he dropped the dagger, then pulled him off of Nissa, throwing him across the room. Iliana quickly picked up the dagger and drove it through his heart. He roared again as he turned to ash. Quinn and Mercury came running into the room. They looked at Iliana then down at the pile of ash on the floor. Iliana walked over and looked at her son. He was still asleep and didn't seem to be effected at all by anything that had just happened.
Deacon looked at the sleeping child and chuckled. "I can't believe he slept through that." He said. Iliana shot him an evil look and walked out of the room. "Shit." He knew she was pissed off so he followed her to try to explain. "Ana."
"Leave me alone, Deacon."
"Ana, wait."
She went into the bedroom, followed closely by him, and sat on the bed. She lit a cigarette and glared at him. He opened his mouth th speak but she stopped him. "Don't. Don't say a word. I don't wanna hear it."
"Ana, look, I know you're pissed-"
"You're god damn I'm pissed! I brought my son here because I thought he would be safe but apparently I was wrong!" She barked as she put down her cigarette down and jumped up.
"He is safe."
"You call this safe? Always worrying about which one of your so called guards is gonna try to take my son next?"
"Nothing's gonna happen to him. I promise."
"You can't promise me shit. You can't even control the people that work for you."
He tried desperately to think of a response but he couldn't.
"Oh, looks like I struck a nerve with that one. You're weak. You're nothing. You act like you're the shit, big bad Deacon Frost, but underneath you're nothing but a pure waste of-"
His eyes turned to the blood red color as she spoke and his anger exploded. "SHUT UP!" He barked as he backhanded her hard, knocking her to the ground.
She put her hand on her burning face as she stood up. "So now you're gonna start knocking me around? I don't care. Do it. That will just prove me right. It'll prove that you're weak and you need to smack people like me, who love and would do anything for you, around to feel good inside."
"No." He grunted.
"No what, Deacon? Is that all you can say after all you put me and my poor, defenseless son through?"
"Stop."
"No. I won't stop until you get it through your fucking head that you're not as strong as you think you are. You're just a-"
Before she could finish her sentence, Deacon grabbed her roughly, sinking his fangs into her carotid artery. She dug her nails into his back as he sucked the blood out of her body. He grunted as it flowed down his throat. It tasted so good. It was like liquid fire flowing through his body. When he couldn't feel her nails in his back and her body went limp, he ripped his fangs from her. He looked at her lifeless body in shock as his eyes went back to their beautiful cold blue color. He couldn't believe what he had just done. He stared at the body of his love in his arms and felt sick to his stomach. I killed her, he thought, I fucking killed her. Please turn. Don't die. I don't know what I'll do if you die. He picked her up and took her over to the bed, laying her down gently. He ran his fingers down her cheek and felt a lump in his throat. He went out into the living room, where Quinn, Mercury, and Nissa were, and sat down on the couch, staring at the floor.
The three vampires looked at him with half surprised, half confused looks on their faces. They could smell the blood and had a pretty good idea of what happened in the bedroom. "Deac?" Quinn said, stepping closer to him. He looked up without saying a word, blood on his face, neck, and shirt. "What did you do?"
"I killed her."
"What?"
"I lost it. I bit her."
"Are you sure she's dead?"
"No."
"Maybe she'll turn."
"I hope. I don't know what I'll do without her. And what about Phoenix? Oh no. Phoenix. How am I suppose to face him after I killed his mother?"
"We don't know if she's dead yet. Mercury, get him a new shirt and get him cleaned up. Nissa, you go get the baby." This was the first time Quinn had taken charge of a situation with an attitude like this. He was demanding and forceful with his words, almost like Deacon. The two vampires did as they were told. Mercury headed towards Deacon's room and Nissa went to Phoenix's room. Quinn sat down beside Deacon. "Deac, look, she's not gonna die. She's a strong woman. She can survive anything."
"How could I do something like that? I love her."
"I know. But you were both pissed off. A lot of shit has been going on lately, the stress just got to you."
Mercury came back with a new shirt and a wet towel. "Here, Deacon. Put this on."
He pulled his shirt off and pulled on the clean one. He took the towel and wiped all the blood off of himself. Then Nissa entered with Phoenix in her arms. She handed him to Deacon and he stood up. He walked back and forth, looking at the sleeping child. He stirred in his sleep and whimpered. "Shhh. You're okay. You're safe." Deacon said softly. The other three vampires were seeing a side of Deacon that they hadn't really seen before. He was actually showing affection towards something other than death. Sure, he had shown affection towards Iliana but he still maintained most of his tough-guy attitude. The affection he was showing toward Phoenix was almost human, like a father to a son. He looks just like his mother, he thought. Beautiful and strong.