Deacon awoke, pain lancing across his back. He looked around himself; there was hardly an inch inside the bed that wasn't covered in either his or Raven's blood.
The sheets were stained a deep crimson red and stuck to his body when he moved. The inside of the 'lid' still slowly dripped spots of blood onto their bodies.
His face felt sticky and stiff, he wiped a blood crusted hand across his forehead and closed his eyes as a light shower of crimson flakes fell from his skin. He stretched his shoulders and winced in pain as he felt the unhealed cuts on his back split. The long yet surprisingly deep scratches across his chest over his stomach still oozed blood as did the multiple sets of twin puncture marks littering his skin.
He turned his head to look at Raven. She was sleeping on her back, the bloodied top sheet draped over her pelvis. His arm rested beneath her neck, cold blood still dripped from the deep bites he had given her, down his arm and onto the sheets. Her dark hair was matted into bloody spikes tinged with deep red. Scratches and cuts from his nails marked her soft pale skin, where rivers of blood, now dry, traced patterns down her chest. One of her arms was draped across her body, her bloodied hand resting lightly on his hip and the other was loosely gripping the hand he had near her face.
He glanced down her body, deep long scratches spread from her throat to her midriff and dark bruises had blossomed on her hips. He leaned over her and kissed her. Her eyes flashed open as he slipped his fangs into her lip. She arched back in an attempt to make him let go but his body followed hers. He growled as she slipped her fingers into one of the deeper cuts around his stomach. He lifted his fangs from her lip and sat up. He hit his head on the solid lid of the bed and swore violently.
Raven laughed as droplets of their blood rained down upon them both. Deacon's feet found the switch at the end of the bed and the lid began to rise, showering them in still more of their blood. Raven fell from the bed laughing hysterically and lay on the floor clutching at her sides. Deacon looked at her and began to laugh himself. He stepped from the bed and offered her a hand. Raven took it and he pulled her from the floor. Her lips found his and they stood, just kissing for minutes.
Deacon lifted her from her feet and carried her easily down a hallway and into a large bathroom. As he stopped, Raven slipped from his arms and stepped into the spacious shower. She turned the taps and was instantly covered in hot, steaming water. Deacon watched as the water ran down her body in rivers tinged red with sweetblood. His eyes flickered over her body hungrily as the steaming water washed away the deep crimson covering her. He stepped into the shower with her.
His hands found her waist as he moved to her, the deep red on his hands contrasting strongly with the now pale white colour of her soft skin. Her lips met his again as the water cascaded around them, her hands caressing his back, washing away the dark blood to expose his own pale flesh. Raven reached behind her and turned off the taps to the shower.
Deacon stood before her, stray wisps of his dark hair hanging before his icy eyes. They stood, just looking at each other. Raven's eyes watched as a single trail of red water made its way down the entire length of Deacon's body. Deacon let his head drop slightly and looked at her through the hair that was covering his eyes. Raven looked into his eyes; she was instantly transfixed by his gaze. Unable to think she automatically moved to him and felt him run his fingers across her neck. She closed her eyes as she felt him lay a trail of light kisses along her throat. "What I would give to hunt you." He whispered. "You. Seductive. Beautiful. Lithe. Fast. Cunning and sweet."
His lips touched a small thin scar beneath her jaw. He fell backwards, his back arched in pain. His head felt like someone had driven an axe through his skull. He dimly felt his body hit the cold floor. A series of images flashed before his eyes. A tall boy, dressed completely in black, his eyes surrounded with black eyeliner and eye shadow. Dull chains hung from his waist and a spiked collar circled his neck. Raven and this boy kissing in a dark room, barely furnished. Heavy curtains covering a darkened window. The next image that flashed before his eyes caused him great pain as he watched. The boy was sat astride Raven, an obviously sharp knife pressed to the skin against her throat, the chains from his waist wrapped tightly around Raven's neck and arms. There was a look of betrayed trust and sheer fear in her eyes. There came a great pain in his chest, as though his insides were being pulled out.
He felt Raven pulling at his arms, but was helpless to break free from the series of images that flashed before his eyes. The next image he saw made him feel physically sick. The boy was still sat astride Raven and was pulling her clothing from her. Tears streaked her face and beneath the glint of the steel knife still held at her throat, Deacon's eyes saw a trail of blood slip down her shoulder.
The next thing he knew, he was back on the floor in his bathroom and Raven was knelt beside him. He felt a sharp pain in his arm as his eyes flashed open. He gazed at Raven for a moment barely grasping that she had his arm in a painfully tight grip and her fangs buried by no means softly in his flesh. As all the sensations of pain came rushing back to his body he pulled his arm from Raven and rolled onto his front. He choked for a moment, then vomited onto the floor. Raven tried to pull him back to her, taking hold of his freshly bleeding arm.
Deacon tore himself from her grip and faced her. As Raven glanced at his eyes, she felt the hurt that was flooding his body. Then Deacon spoke "Tell me Raven" he said, not knowing why and how a single tear ran down the side of his face "Tell me who he was" He pointed to the slim scar that ran just beneath her jaw.
Yet again, sorry for leaving this here!!! I've just put the notes for the next part down and lost them!!!! Go me eh?!! Not to fear friends!!! I shall turn this tip I call a bedroom upside down... again... in a bid to find them!!!! A word of general advice to my readers... I don't advise staying up until two or three in the morning trying to do history coursework then get sidetracked by fanfics and start scribbling ideas all over the aforementioned coursework!!!!! I had to do it all over again!!! My poor head!!! Lol!! I shall now disappear and find notes... then roll off another chapter or two!!! I now bid you good night!!!!!