Authors Note: Yay!!! You guys like my writing!!! I didn't think
people would be too keen on the blood and stuff so I kind of dulled it down
from what I had originally written. Thanks to Katie for the Krieger thing!
Lol to pickle-queen! Of course not cos you want to see the yummy Deacon.
mmm, Deacon!!!! I'm sorry about leaving it the last chapter like that!!!
I'll not be that naughty again. at least not for a while!! After I've
finished writing this chapter, I think that I'll watch Blade again. like
you pickle-queen. for research reasons!!! More of the reviews please, you
guys are lovely! If you've got any ideas for the story that you think would
be good, please tell me and I'll try and work them in!!!! Thanks again
all!!! Oh and if you notice, I've amended the cop guy's name to what it
should be!!!
Raven smiled at Krieger and casually licked his blood from her fingernails; she pulled a disgusted face and spat. "You have disgusting blood." Raven said. Krieger watched her with disbelief.
"You're a stupid bitch." He said. I'm gonna blow your tiny brain across the wall" Raven shrugged and spread her arms out
"Go ahead!" she said. Krieger pulled the trigger of the gun and was rewarded with a hollow click. Deacon's mocking laughter echoed around the alley. "Sounds like you're empty" Raven laughed. She darted forward and grabbed his throat. "I wouldn't make insults about my intelligence." She growled "I don't take well to it" her fingers gripped his windpipe tighter and lifted him clear of the ground, his blood began to trickle down his neck and Raven's arms as she dug her nails into his cold flesh. He began to panic as his windpipe began to collapse, scratching at her hands and arms in a vain attempt to make her drop him or at least loosen her grip. Blood began to flow down her arms onto the floor, forming a large puddle around her feet. Krieger glanced at Deacon, who was watching the proceedings with an intense look of amusement. "What?" he said when he saw that Krieger was looking at him. Raven sighed as if bored and glared into his eyes. "I wish I could say it was nice getting to know ya'" she said. A look of panic spread across his face. Raven suddenly twisted her arm and pulled towards her. Krieger fell to the floor. She looked down at his body, which was rapidly turning to dust; she tossed his bloody pipe to the floor and shook the blood from her hand onto the floor.
"Nice." Deacon said as she walked back to him. She picked up a discarded rag and wiped the remainder of Krieger's blood from her hands and her own from her arms. Deacon held her arm to his lips and licked the blood from the scratches Krieger had inflicted. She pulled her arm away from him gently. Deacon looked questioningly at her.
"Later." She said softly. Deacon looked into her eyes. The frighteningly pale blue was tinged around the edges with an electric green for a moment. Then the green vanished leaving only the pale blue. He shrugged and put an arm around her waist.
"I've got something to show you." He said as they walked from the alley. "You're gonna love it." After about five minutes of walking they came across a slaughterhouse. Raven lifted her head so that the wind blew across her face. She sniffed the air,
"I smell blood Deacon" she said, becoming excited. Deacon smiled at her eagerness and led her inside. Inside, they walked past carcasses of cattle and pigs. A worker walked by pushing an oddly shaped carcass concealed from total view by a thick plastic sheet. "Deacon, what was that?" Raven asked. Deacon didn't answer. He directed her to a large steel door with a doorman standing by it. Raven's eyes lit up as she felt rather than heard a strong dance beat from behind the door. Deacon was having a heated conversation with the doorman in a language that she had never heard before but somehow understood.
"Listen you bastard" Deacon was saying "I'm going in and I'm taking my girl with me too." The doorman looked Raven over and sighed resignedly. He pushed the door open and stood aside to let them through. Raven looked at Deacon, he was angry and his eyes had turned a dark red and his fangs had grown beyond the length that she had previously seen. Raven followed him silently, not wanting to make him any angrier. Raven looked around the large area they had just entered. There were hundreds of people, she could sense vampires and faintly detect humans within the masses. A loud and strong dance beat filled the air, people were dancing and around the edges of the area were vampires and more humans. She caught sight of one who was drinking the blood of a young blond woman who was draped over his arm. Deacon caught her arm and she turned to look at him. He glanced up at the ceiling, Raven followed his glance. There were sprinklers across the tiles that were stained red. Raven licked her lips and suddenly turned as she caught the strong scent of blood. There were vampires walking from a large room away from the main room she was in now. They were covered in blood; it was dripping from their hair and down their bodies. She wrinkled her nose as they walked past her, the blood smelt different to human blood. She looked to Deacon questioningly; he ran his tongue over his now normal sized fangs.
"Pigs blood." He said, an expression of disgust on his face "Personally I hate the stuff, but they seem to like it." Suddenly he threw his head back and glared up at the ceiling. Raven sensed his excitement and that of the crowd. The smell of blood overwhelmed her senses. The music reached a peak and she heard the DJ roar and the lights went out. She threw her own head back and felt a rush of warm fluid cascade from the sprinklers across her body. This was real human blood. She opened her eyes and a growl tore from her throat. She realised what the oddly shaped carcass she had seen earlier was. She opened her mouth and let the warm red fluid trickle down her throat. She felt Deacon slide his arms around her. They danced together to the feral beat as part of the crowd, blood and sweat mingling. Something knocked into Raven. She grabbed out at it and swung it between her and Deacon. It was a human male. He looked at Raven, sheer panic etched across his features. She opened her mouth in a snarl, her fangs extending. The man screamed as both Raven and Deacon sank their fangs into each side of his neck. His blood mixed with that from the sprinklers and added to the already ankle deep layer of blood on the floor his scream unnoticeable above the loud music. Raven tore her fangs from his neck, Deacon followed suit only moments after. They dropped the man onto the floor. He reached up for his neck and whimpered. It was the last thing he did. A mob of blood covered vampires descended upon him and drained the last of his blood from his body. Deacon and Raven continued dancing to the primal beat of the music, each covered in the blood that was still flowing from the sprinklers. Raven tossed aside her shirt and let the blood cover her chest and stomach. Deacon pulled her close to him and kissed the man's blood from her lips. She growled lightly and extended her fangs. Deacon's eyes had turned the dark red again. A vampire knocked him to his knees and he turned on him instantly. The vampire took one look into Deacon's eyes and screamed. The blood from the sprinklers finally subsided to a trickle. The music ceased suddenly. Every eye in the room was upon Deacon and the vampire cowering before him, deep scratches down his chest and neck.
"What?" Deacon said. A hiss was aimed in his direction and he turned to look at the one who had uttered it. He snarled at the vampire, his fangs had extended way past the length of those of a normal vampire, almost reaching past his lip. A single vampire stepped out to Deacon.
"We have all heard of how Frost destroyed the purebloods of the house of Erebus as a sacrifice to the Blood God, La Magra, of the wrath of Blade and the fate that Frost suffered. Yet here you stand before us in defiance. What have you to say?" he said loud enough for all to hear. Deacon ran his tongue over his fangs and grinned maliciously,
"The Blood God stands amongst you." He said. Raven heard whispering from the vampires around her then felt Deacon touch her arm. "We're leaving." He said to her in an undertone. She nodded and felt him slide his arm around her waist. The crowd of vampires parted before him leaving a path to the door for him to walk down.
Outside in another dark alley Deacon turned to Raven. "What did you think of that then sweet heart?" he asked, tracing lines through the blood coating her body. Raven licked her lips
"It was good." She said softly, "Deacon?" he looked up into her eyes, "Why didn't you tell me what you really are?" she asked. Deacon sighed,
"I don't really know." He said "It didn't feel right telling you on the first night." He laughed. Raven let a smile creep across her face.
"I'm still thirsty Deacon" she said. She glanced down onto the main street, men were spilling out of a large house and wandering off in separate directions. She saw one who looked tired and depressed. "I want that one" she said glaring at him. The man stopped and turned, he could have sworn he heard someone call his name.
Raven smiled at Krieger and casually licked his blood from her fingernails; she pulled a disgusted face and spat. "You have disgusting blood." Raven said. Krieger watched her with disbelief.
"You're a stupid bitch." He said. I'm gonna blow your tiny brain across the wall" Raven shrugged and spread her arms out
"Go ahead!" she said. Krieger pulled the trigger of the gun and was rewarded with a hollow click. Deacon's mocking laughter echoed around the alley. "Sounds like you're empty" Raven laughed. She darted forward and grabbed his throat. "I wouldn't make insults about my intelligence." She growled "I don't take well to it" her fingers gripped his windpipe tighter and lifted him clear of the ground, his blood began to trickle down his neck and Raven's arms as she dug her nails into his cold flesh. He began to panic as his windpipe began to collapse, scratching at her hands and arms in a vain attempt to make her drop him or at least loosen her grip. Blood began to flow down her arms onto the floor, forming a large puddle around her feet. Krieger glanced at Deacon, who was watching the proceedings with an intense look of amusement. "What?" he said when he saw that Krieger was looking at him. Raven sighed as if bored and glared into his eyes. "I wish I could say it was nice getting to know ya'" she said. A look of panic spread across his face. Raven suddenly twisted her arm and pulled towards her. Krieger fell to the floor. She looked down at his body, which was rapidly turning to dust; she tossed his bloody pipe to the floor and shook the blood from her hand onto the floor.
"Nice." Deacon said as she walked back to him. She picked up a discarded rag and wiped the remainder of Krieger's blood from her hands and her own from her arms. Deacon held her arm to his lips and licked the blood from the scratches Krieger had inflicted. She pulled her arm away from him gently. Deacon looked questioningly at her.
"Later." She said softly. Deacon looked into her eyes. The frighteningly pale blue was tinged around the edges with an electric green for a moment. Then the green vanished leaving only the pale blue. He shrugged and put an arm around her waist.
"I've got something to show you." He said as they walked from the alley. "You're gonna love it." After about five minutes of walking they came across a slaughterhouse. Raven lifted her head so that the wind blew across her face. She sniffed the air,
"I smell blood Deacon" she said, becoming excited. Deacon smiled at her eagerness and led her inside. Inside, they walked past carcasses of cattle and pigs. A worker walked by pushing an oddly shaped carcass concealed from total view by a thick plastic sheet. "Deacon, what was that?" Raven asked. Deacon didn't answer. He directed her to a large steel door with a doorman standing by it. Raven's eyes lit up as she felt rather than heard a strong dance beat from behind the door. Deacon was having a heated conversation with the doorman in a language that she had never heard before but somehow understood.
"Listen you bastard" Deacon was saying "I'm going in and I'm taking my girl with me too." The doorman looked Raven over and sighed resignedly. He pushed the door open and stood aside to let them through. Raven looked at Deacon, he was angry and his eyes had turned a dark red and his fangs had grown beyond the length that she had previously seen. Raven followed him silently, not wanting to make him any angrier. Raven looked around the large area they had just entered. There were hundreds of people, she could sense vampires and faintly detect humans within the masses. A loud and strong dance beat filled the air, people were dancing and around the edges of the area were vampires and more humans. She caught sight of one who was drinking the blood of a young blond woman who was draped over his arm. Deacon caught her arm and she turned to look at him. He glanced up at the ceiling, Raven followed his glance. There were sprinklers across the tiles that were stained red. Raven licked her lips and suddenly turned as she caught the strong scent of blood. There were vampires walking from a large room away from the main room she was in now. They were covered in blood; it was dripping from their hair and down their bodies. She wrinkled her nose as they walked past her, the blood smelt different to human blood. She looked to Deacon questioningly; he ran his tongue over his now normal sized fangs.
"Pigs blood." He said, an expression of disgust on his face "Personally I hate the stuff, but they seem to like it." Suddenly he threw his head back and glared up at the ceiling. Raven sensed his excitement and that of the crowd. The smell of blood overwhelmed her senses. The music reached a peak and she heard the DJ roar and the lights went out. She threw her own head back and felt a rush of warm fluid cascade from the sprinklers across her body. This was real human blood. She opened her eyes and a growl tore from her throat. She realised what the oddly shaped carcass she had seen earlier was. She opened her mouth and let the warm red fluid trickle down her throat. She felt Deacon slide his arms around her. They danced together to the feral beat as part of the crowd, blood and sweat mingling. Something knocked into Raven. She grabbed out at it and swung it between her and Deacon. It was a human male. He looked at Raven, sheer panic etched across his features. She opened her mouth in a snarl, her fangs extending. The man screamed as both Raven and Deacon sank their fangs into each side of his neck. His blood mixed with that from the sprinklers and added to the already ankle deep layer of blood on the floor his scream unnoticeable above the loud music. Raven tore her fangs from his neck, Deacon followed suit only moments after. They dropped the man onto the floor. He reached up for his neck and whimpered. It was the last thing he did. A mob of blood covered vampires descended upon him and drained the last of his blood from his body. Deacon and Raven continued dancing to the primal beat of the music, each covered in the blood that was still flowing from the sprinklers. Raven tossed aside her shirt and let the blood cover her chest and stomach. Deacon pulled her close to him and kissed the man's blood from her lips. She growled lightly and extended her fangs. Deacon's eyes had turned the dark red again. A vampire knocked him to his knees and he turned on him instantly. The vampire took one look into Deacon's eyes and screamed. The blood from the sprinklers finally subsided to a trickle. The music ceased suddenly. Every eye in the room was upon Deacon and the vampire cowering before him, deep scratches down his chest and neck.
"What?" Deacon said. A hiss was aimed in his direction and he turned to look at the one who had uttered it. He snarled at the vampire, his fangs had extended way past the length of those of a normal vampire, almost reaching past his lip. A single vampire stepped out to Deacon.
"We have all heard of how Frost destroyed the purebloods of the house of Erebus as a sacrifice to the Blood God, La Magra, of the wrath of Blade and the fate that Frost suffered. Yet here you stand before us in defiance. What have you to say?" he said loud enough for all to hear. Deacon ran his tongue over his fangs and grinned maliciously,
"The Blood God stands amongst you." He said. Raven heard whispering from the vampires around her then felt Deacon touch her arm. "We're leaving." He said to her in an undertone. She nodded and felt him slide his arm around her waist. The crowd of vampires parted before him leaving a path to the door for him to walk down.
Outside in another dark alley Deacon turned to Raven. "What did you think of that then sweet heart?" he asked, tracing lines through the blood coating her body. Raven licked her lips
"It was good." She said softly, "Deacon?" he looked up into her eyes, "Why didn't you tell me what you really are?" she asked. Deacon sighed,
"I don't really know." He said "It didn't feel right telling you on the first night." He laughed. Raven let a smile creep across her face.
"I'm still thirsty Deacon" she said. She glanced down onto the main street, men were spilling out of a large house and wandering off in separate directions. She saw one who looked tired and depressed. "I want that one" she said glaring at him. The man stopped and turned, he could have sworn he heard someone call his name.