Disclaimer and Other Info – We know the drill by now, please read and review. A little of last chapter and most of this one is from Deacon's p.o.v.
Chapter 3
"Time for some answers." Deacon had let the words slide off his tongue with an icy bite. He would no longer let this female believe that she had any power over him even though he was still not restored to his formal glory. She still had that smile on her face as she leaned against one of the walls of the elevator and hit the emergency stop button.
"What would you like to know Deacon?" The way his name sounded when she wrapped her soft voice around it sent a chill up Deacon's spine. He had to admit that even though she didn't seem to be a vampire like him, she was indeed very beautiful. Realizing that he had gotten lost in his own little fantasies, Deacon stood up suddenly regretting the movement as the world started to spin.
"For starters, who the hell are you and how did I come back?" He leaned against the opposite wall from her so he could watch her reactions as well as keep himself upright. She seemed to be thinking about his question, her full lips pouting ever so slightly. 'Damnit!' Deacon found it getting harder and harder to concentrate on the subject at hand.
"My name is Annabella Serkla and I brought you back." His eyes caught her bright emerald eyes as he waited for more. When she did not provide him with the information he wanted he slammed his fist into the wall and let out a throaty growl.
"I figured that much you stupid girl, now tell me how!" He noticed the elevator begin to move again and finally stop on its designated floor. As the doors slid open Deacon fell back into his chair, his mouth gaping at the sight that lie in front of him.
Weapons. Swords and daggers adorned the wall and tables, there was even weapons that Deacon had never seen before among the collection. He looked at Annabella in disbelief then stood up and took a step into the room. Held in a frame was a piece of the very writings he had deciphered to summon La Magra, Deacon stared at it as he tightened his hand into a fist. "Where did you get this?"
She was next to him as he stared at the paper, her steps so soft that Deacon barely realized she was coming up on him. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft and held a soothing tone. "I am a witch Deacon, or at least that is the closest label that mortals have come up with. I know what happened to you in the temple and I know what you were once the day walker killed you. Deacon, you are the only one that can help me."
Annabella's words sounded more and more like a fairy tale to Deacon with each passing second but he had to believe her, she somehow brought him back and wouldn't tell him what she did to do so. "Help you?" Deacon's mind began to wander between his fantasies and the plights that girls tended to have. Her answer slapped him across the face and back into the present day.
"I want to destroy Blade."
-Sorry, cliffhangers just seem so nice....-
Chapter 3
"Time for some answers." Deacon had let the words slide off his tongue with an icy bite. He would no longer let this female believe that she had any power over him even though he was still not restored to his formal glory. She still had that smile on her face as she leaned against one of the walls of the elevator and hit the emergency stop button.
"What would you like to know Deacon?" The way his name sounded when she wrapped her soft voice around it sent a chill up Deacon's spine. He had to admit that even though she didn't seem to be a vampire like him, she was indeed very beautiful. Realizing that he had gotten lost in his own little fantasies, Deacon stood up suddenly regretting the movement as the world started to spin.
"For starters, who the hell are you and how did I come back?" He leaned against the opposite wall from her so he could watch her reactions as well as keep himself upright. She seemed to be thinking about his question, her full lips pouting ever so slightly. 'Damnit!' Deacon found it getting harder and harder to concentrate on the subject at hand.
"My name is Annabella Serkla and I brought you back." His eyes caught her bright emerald eyes as he waited for more. When she did not provide him with the information he wanted he slammed his fist into the wall and let out a throaty growl.
"I figured that much you stupid girl, now tell me how!" He noticed the elevator begin to move again and finally stop on its designated floor. As the doors slid open Deacon fell back into his chair, his mouth gaping at the sight that lie in front of him.
Weapons. Swords and daggers adorned the wall and tables, there was even weapons that Deacon had never seen before among the collection. He looked at Annabella in disbelief then stood up and took a step into the room. Held in a frame was a piece of the very writings he had deciphered to summon La Magra, Deacon stared at it as he tightened his hand into a fist. "Where did you get this?"
She was next to him as he stared at the paper, her steps so soft that Deacon barely realized she was coming up on him. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft and held a soothing tone. "I am a witch Deacon, or at least that is the closest label that mortals have come up with. I know what happened to you in the temple and I know what you were once the day walker killed you. Deacon, you are the only one that can help me."
Annabella's words sounded more and more like a fairy tale to Deacon with each passing second but he had to believe her, she somehow brought him back and wouldn't tell him what she did to do so. "Help you?" Deacon's mind began to wander between his fantasies and the plights that girls tended to have. Her answer slapped him across the face and back into the present day.
"I want to destroy Blade."
-Sorry, cliffhangers just seem so nice....-