Disclaimer- Same as before, please read and review. Oh, and since I know I tend to jump around a lot in my writing I decided to try to put scene descriptions when the setting changes.
Chapter 1
Temple of Night
"Welcome back, Deacon." The woman's soft voice had brought a rush of memories to Deacon's mind. Feeling weak with this onset he leaned more of his wait on the woman as his mind tried to collect his thoughts.
Blade. La Magra. His memories flashed back to him in slow motion all the way up to his battle with Blade. And of course those fucking things that the bastard day walker had used to destroy him. 'Destroy him?' 'Wait a minute!' He vaguely remembered the pain before his demise but he was sure that Blade had killed him. But, here he was leaning on a rather pretty female and other than feeling weak with hunger Deacon definitely didn't feel dead. There was a fighting darkness in Deacon's mind and after the rush of memories he was powerless to fight it off any longer. His body went limp and he fell completely against the woman who had kept her arms around his body as if expecting his surrender into unconsciousness.
Two blocks away from the Temple of Night; alleyway
The woman that had carried Deacon out of the temple was now slowly backing out of the passenger side of a dark blue car. She had deposited Deacon into the seat where he remained asleep; she stood back and admired his peaceful figure for a moment before turning to a man that was leaning up against one side of the alley.
"So that's the almighty god you wanted to resurrect with your stupid spell?" The man leaned over and looked over the woman's shoulder at the slumped over figure in the car. "He looks kinda scrawny to me." As soon as those words left the man's lips the muscles in his face contorted in a grimace of pain, he grabbed his arm as the skin became paler. "Shit, I'm sorry...stop it! God damned witch I said stop!" His voice rose so high that he was now screaming in agony before the woman stopped whatever he was experiencing.
"What took you so long you crazy bitch?!" The man rose from his knees and wiped the back of his hand across his eyes. She smirked and gently closed the passenger side of the car before turning back to him.
"You know, Dane, I don't really like your tone of voice." A glint of fear crossed Dane's eyes as he looked at the woman before him. He began to stumble over his words as he begged for forgiveness. She smiled at him and gave him a slight nod before getting into the driver's side of the car, there was still about two hours until sunrise but she knew that Deacon needed nourishment fast. As the car sped away the man muttered something under his breath before falling to the wet pavement, apparently suffering from a massive heart attack.
Chapter 1
Temple of Night
"Welcome back, Deacon." The woman's soft voice had brought a rush of memories to Deacon's mind. Feeling weak with this onset he leaned more of his wait on the woman as his mind tried to collect his thoughts.
Blade. La Magra. His memories flashed back to him in slow motion all the way up to his battle with Blade. And of course those fucking things that the bastard day walker had used to destroy him. 'Destroy him?' 'Wait a minute!' He vaguely remembered the pain before his demise but he was sure that Blade had killed him. But, here he was leaning on a rather pretty female and other than feeling weak with hunger Deacon definitely didn't feel dead. There was a fighting darkness in Deacon's mind and after the rush of memories he was powerless to fight it off any longer. His body went limp and he fell completely against the woman who had kept her arms around his body as if expecting his surrender into unconsciousness.
Two blocks away from the Temple of Night; alleyway
The woman that had carried Deacon out of the temple was now slowly backing out of the passenger side of a dark blue car. She had deposited Deacon into the seat where he remained asleep; she stood back and admired his peaceful figure for a moment before turning to a man that was leaning up against one side of the alley.
"So that's the almighty god you wanted to resurrect with your stupid spell?" The man leaned over and looked over the woman's shoulder at the slumped over figure in the car. "He looks kinda scrawny to me." As soon as those words left the man's lips the muscles in his face contorted in a grimace of pain, he grabbed his arm as the skin became paler. "Shit, I'm sorry...stop it! God damned witch I said stop!" His voice rose so high that he was now screaming in agony before the woman stopped whatever he was experiencing.
"What took you so long you crazy bitch?!" The man rose from his knees and wiped the back of his hand across his eyes. She smirked and gently closed the passenger side of the car before turning back to him.
"You know, Dane, I don't really like your tone of voice." A glint of fear crossed Dane's eyes as he looked at the woman before him. He began to stumble over his words as he begged for forgiveness. She smiled at him and gave him a slight nod before getting into the driver's side of the car, there was still about two hours until sunrise but she knew that Deacon needed nourishment fast. As the car sped away the man muttered something under his breath before falling to the wet pavement, apparently suffering from a massive heart attack.