The man glanced around nervously. He heard the voice call his name again
and an image of an injured girl flashed through his mind. He began to feel
scared. In the shadows of the alley Raven smiled viciously at Deacon
"What are you doing to him?" she asked amusedly, Deacon merely smiled at her and said
"Just appealing to his sense of morality." Raven grinned and watched as the man walked closer. He walked past the entrance of the alley. Raven suddenly flung herself forwards and grabbed hold of him. She growled viciously as she sank her fangs into his neck. The man screamed loudly and Deacon hauled Raven roughly off of him, dragging the still screaming man into the shadows of the alley. Raven glared at Deacon and growled threateningly at him. Deacon grabbed the man's head and turned it sharply, causing his neck to snap, and dropped the body to the floor.
"What'd you do that for Deacon?" Raven asked him, a hiss of anger in her voice. Deacon pointed to the street where a man had come running out of the house and was looking around for the source of the screaming.
"That's why." He said sharply. "You never attack someone in a public place." He looked at her and placed his hand beneath her chin. She felt for his other hand and twined her fingers through his own. Blood dripped onto his hand from her chin. He kissed her softly tasting the blood from the dead man. "You have good taste though" he said, licking the blood from his lips. Raven smiled,
"You wanna check out my pad?" she asked him softly, he extended his arm in the direction of the road
"Lead on sweetheart." He said. Raven led him through a number of alleys and streets until they came to a small warehouse. Deacon looked at the building,
"You lived here?" he asked disbelievingly. Raven smiled and opened a concealed door
"It's not much, but it's come in useful." She said. Deacon walked around, looking at the weapons lining the shelves on the walls and loaded onto the benches. He came to a large table holding a number of swords. There was one highly polished Katana sword that stood out from the rest. He picked it up and tested it for balance. It was perfect; its blade was honed to a keen edge and the balance was so near perfect it was almost impossible to detect otherwise. He put it down onto the desk again and looked at Raven who had appeared at his side and was pulling on a heavy black leather jacket and a pair of thick black leather gloves. Deacon tossed her the sword,
"Can you use it?" he asked. Raven nodded, flashing the sword around in a large arc. Deacon picked up another of the swords on the table, a large Katana with near perfect balance and a keen blade.
"Show me." He said, launching himself at her.
She blocked him and sent him backwards with a swift barrage of lightning quick attacks. Sparks flew through the air as the swords clashed together. They moved as if in a deadly dance, stepping to the discordant music of clashing metal. Suddenly Raven found an opening in Deacon's defence and her sword licked forward, opening a long wound on his forearm. Deacon growled and smiled at her, tilting his head slightly. "Nice move." He said. He looked at his arm; it healed instantly "My turn." Raven looked at him, puzzled. She suddenly found herself face-to-face with him, the flat of his sword blade against her throat, pushing hard enough against her skin to draw blood. She smiled and spread out her arms, reversing her grip on the sword. She spun suddenly slamming her foot into his knees and lashing out with the sword. Deacon fell to his knees and felt the metal of Raven's sword bite into his arm. He stood up and spread out his own arms, placing the sword onto the table again. Raven dropped out of her defensive stance and slipped the sword into the leather belt on her jacket. Deacon flexed his fingers as the wound in his arm healed. He looked at Raven, suddenly taking in the fact that she was wearing heavy leather gear. "Why are you wearing that?" he asked her. Raven smiled viciously and walked to a large curtain. She tore it down and stepped aside to reveal a large black motorbike.
"One." She said "I'm not leaving my most prized possession here to get trashed and two," she pointed to the large windows, "It's almost sunrise and there's no way we're gonna be able to get back to yours without wheels. Deacon looked at the bike, "It's a Kawasaki GPZ 500s" Raven said proudly. Deacon looked at her,
"Why couldn't you be normal and get a car?" he asked. Raven smiled
"Don't do normal Deacon." She replied. She walked over to the door and threw it open. "If you see anything you want then take it" she said walking back to Deacon and picking up a large bag. She began throwing daggers and guns into it. She took the Katana that Deacon had been using from the table and tossed it to him. "Keep that" she said "It's a good sword." Deacon slipped the sword through the thick material of his shirt and looked the bike over again.
"I am not riding that." He stated. Raven laughed aloud causing Deacon to growl
"No," she said "I'm riding it; you're sitting on the back and hanging on to me." She strapped the bag to her back and swung a leg over the bike. She settled herself onto the seat and looked at Deacon. "Come on Deacon," she said "There's no way you could be scared of riding on a bike." Deacon growled and after a moment's hesitation he too sat on the bike. Raven turned the key in the ignition and was rewarded by a loud purring from the engine. She revved the bike up and looked back at Deacon.
"If I come off of this thing, it's your fault" he said mockingly. Raven smiled at him and put the bike into gear. Deacon smiled confidently at her back and slipped his arms around her waist. Raven gave the bike a fistful of throttle and pulled out of the warehouse and into the alley. She felt Deacon's arms slide from her waist and glanced into the mirrors, she smiled as she saw him. He was sat comfortably his hands in his lap, gripping the bike with his knees. He saw her look at him and smiled at her. He glanced at the sky, the comforting black was turning to grey, pinks and blues streaked across the horizon, he leaned forwards and bit Raven's ear just hard enough to draw blood to gain her attention.
"Give it some more throttle" he said. Raven glanced up at the sky and pulled back on the throttle. The engine shrieked in protest but gained speed. Deacon swore violently as Raven turned the bike sharply after nearly missing a turn into a small alley, causing him to throw his arms around her to stop himself falling.
"Let me know when you're gonna do that." He growled angrily. They sped through the alleys, Deacon holding tightly to Raven as she continually turned the bike until they came to the end of the alleys and came out at the Edgewood Towers. Deacon jumped lightly from the bike as Raven pulled it to a stop. He stood silently watching as she put the side stand down and leaned the bike on it. She took off the leather gloves and touched her hand to her ear. She looked at her fingers and licked the blood from them. Deacon stepped to her and tilted her neck towards him. He licked the blood from her neck and kissed her gently. He took her hand and led her inside.
They sat together silently; Deacon took a cigarette from the pack on the table beside him. He lit it and casually took a drag from it. He sighed as the heat filled his lungs and spread to the rest of his body. That was the one thing he missed about being human, he disliked the constant cold. He offered the cigarette to Raven who took it and took a long drag before passing it back to him.
"You've ridden before haven't you Deacon" she said casually. Deacon smiled at her and took another drag from the cigarette.
"So?" he said. Raven grinned
"You had me believing you were worried back there" she said. Deacon slipped an arm around her shoulders and settled himself into the sofa.
"It's a skill I've acquired over a long period of time" he said.
"What are you doing to him?" she asked amusedly, Deacon merely smiled at her and said
"Just appealing to his sense of morality." Raven grinned and watched as the man walked closer. He walked past the entrance of the alley. Raven suddenly flung herself forwards and grabbed hold of him. She growled viciously as she sank her fangs into his neck. The man screamed loudly and Deacon hauled Raven roughly off of him, dragging the still screaming man into the shadows of the alley. Raven glared at Deacon and growled threateningly at him. Deacon grabbed the man's head and turned it sharply, causing his neck to snap, and dropped the body to the floor.
"What'd you do that for Deacon?" Raven asked him, a hiss of anger in her voice. Deacon pointed to the street where a man had come running out of the house and was looking around for the source of the screaming.
"That's why." He said sharply. "You never attack someone in a public place." He looked at her and placed his hand beneath her chin. She felt for his other hand and twined her fingers through his own. Blood dripped onto his hand from her chin. He kissed her softly tasting the blood from the dead man. "You have good taste though" he said, licking the blood from his lips. Raven smiled,
"You wanna check out my pad?" she asked him softly, he extended his arm in the direction of the road
"Lead on sweetheart." He said. Raven led him through a number of alleys and streets until they came to a small warehouse. Deacon looked at the building,
"You lived here?" he asked disbelievingly. Raven smiled and opened a concealed door
"It's not much, but it's come in useful." She said. Deacon walked around, looking at the weapons lining the shelves on the walls and loaded onto the benches. He came to a large table holding a number of swords. There was one highly polished Katana sword that stood out from the rest. He picked it up and tested it for balance. It was perfect; its blade was honed to a keen edge and the balance was so near perfect it was almost impossible to detect otherwise. He put it down onto the desk again and looked at Raven who had appeared at his side and was pulling on a heavy black leather jacket and a pair of thick black leather gloves. Deacon tossed her the sword,
"Can you use it?" he asked. Raven nodded, flashing the sword around in a large arc. Deacon picked up another of the swords on the table, a large Katana with near perfect balance and a keen blade.
"Show me." He said, launching himself at her.
She blocked him and sent him backwards with a swift barrage of lightning quick attacks. Sparks flew through the air as the swords clashed together. They moved as if in a deadly dance, stepping to the discordant music of clashing metal. Suddenly Raven found an opening in Deacon's defence and her sword licked forward, opening a long wound on his forearm. Deacon growled and smiled at her, tilting his head slightly. "Nice move." He said. He looked at his arm; it healed instantly "My turn." Raven looked at him, puzzled. She suddenly found herself face-to-face with him, the flat of his sword blade against her throat, pushing hard enough against her skin to draw blood. She smiled and spread out her arms, reversing her grip on the sword. She spun suddenly slamming her foot into his knees and lashing out with the sword. Deacon fell to his knees and felt the metal of Raven's sword bite into his arm. He stood up and spread out his own arms, placing the sword onto the table again. Raven dropped out of her defensive stance and slipped the sword into the leather belt on her jacket. Deacon flexed his fingers as the wound in his arm healed. He looked at Raven, suddenly taking in the fact that she was wearing heavy leather gear. "Why are you wearing that?" he asked her. Raven smiled viciously and walked to a large curtain. She tore it down and stepped aside to reveal a large black motorbike.
"One." She said "I'm not leaving my most prized possession here to get trashed and two," she pointed to the large windows, "It's almost sunrise and there's no way we're gonna be able to get back to yours without wheels. Deacon looked at the bike, "It's a Kawasaki GPZ 500s" Raven said proudly. Deacon looked at her,
"Why couldn't you be normal and get a car?" he asked. Raven smiled
"Don't do normal Deacon." She replied. She walked over to the door and threw it open. "If you see anything you want then take it" she said walking back to Deacon and picking up a large bag. She began throwing daggers and guns into it. She took the Katana that Deacon had been using from the table and tossed it to him. "Keep that" she said "It's a good sword." Deacon slipped the sword through the thick material of his shirt and looked the bike over again.
"I am not riding that." He stated. Raven laughed aloud causing Deacon to growl
"No," she said "I'm riding it; you're sitting on the back and hanging on to me." She strapped the bag to her back and swung a leg over the bike. She settled herself onto the seat and looked at Deacon. "Come on Deacon," she said "There's no way you could be scared of riding on a bike." Deacon growled and after a moment's hesitation he too sat on the bike. Raven turned the key in the ignition and was rewarded by a loud purring from the engine. She revved the bike up and looked back at Deacon.
"If I come off of this thing, it's your fault" he said mockingly. Raven smiled at him and put the bike into gear. Deacon smiled confidently at her back and slipped his arms around her waist. Raven gave the bike a fistful of throttle and pulled out of the warehouse and into the alley. She felt Deacon's arms slide from her waist and glanced into the mirrors, she smiled as she saw him. He was sat comfortably his hands in his lap, gripping the bike with his knees. He saw her look at him and smiled at her. He glanced at the sky, the comforting black was turning to grey, pinks and blues streaked across the horizon, he leaned forwards and bit Raven's ear just hard enough to draw blood to gain her attention.
"Give it some more throttle" he said. Raven glanced up at the sky and pulled back on the throttle. The engine shrieked in protest but gained speed. Deacon swore violently as Raven turned the bike sharply after nearly missing a turn into a small alley, causing him to throw his arms around her to stop himself falling.
"Let me know when you're gonna do that." He growled angrily. They sped through the alleys, Deacon holding tightly to Raven as she continually turned the bike until they came to the end of the alleys and came out at the Edgewood Towers. Deacon jumped lightly from the bike as Raven pulled it to a stop. He stood silently watching as she put the side stand down and leaned the bike on it. She took off the leather gloves and touched her hand to her ear. She looked at her fingers and licked the blood from them. Deacon stepped to her and tilted her neck towards him. He licked the blood from her neck and kissed her gently. He took her hand and led her inside.
They sat together silently; Deacon took a cigarette from the pack on the table beside him. He lit it and casually took a drag from it. He sighed as the heat filled his lungs and spread to the rest of his body. That was the one thing he missed about being human, he disliked the constant cold. He offered the cigarette to Raven who took it and took a long drag before passing it back to him.
"You've ridden before haven't you Deacon" she said casually. Deacon smiled at her and took another drag from the cigarette.
"So?" he said. Raven grinned
"You had me believing you were worried back there" she said. Deacon slipped an arm around her shoulders and settled himself into the sofa.
"It's a skill I've acquired over a long period of time" he said.