The table was cold underneath Devi's back. She stared up at the ceiling as Deacon moved around her, setting things down next to her. She wanted to look, to see what he was doing, but he had placed a strap over her forehead, holding her head down against the table. The heavy, brown, leather straps were tight across her wrists, her chest, her thighs and calves. She couldn't even feel her wrist anymore and that was almost a relief. He had shoved a cloth into her mouth and put tape over it, tired of hearing her whimper about her wrist. He moved to look down at her, smirking. "Comfy"
She shook her head as much as the strap would allow and he laughed softly. "Thank you, by the way, for restoring La Magra. For letting me drain you." He said with a smile before picking up a rather large needle, holding it in front of her face. "I'm going to put about 10 of these in your body, drain you dry. How does that sound"
Devi let out a growl underneath the cloth, yelled a swear, but he simply laughed, knowing she had insulted him in some way. "Of course. You're welcome." He said and moved to prepare the rest of the supplies.
Blade had only stopped by headquarters to grab more weapons before leaving. Whistler had argued with him and asked him where he planned on going, but Blade knew exactly where to go. The temple. Deacon wasn't smart enough to take it anywhere else. Or he just didn't give a fuck. He was confident about this and that made Blade pissed. He tore down the street in his car, towards the desert. He knew how to get there but damn it, if Deacon finished the ritual before he did, the whole world was fucked. He got lucky last time. And it was short lived. So fuck it all, he wasn't going to get lucky this time. He was going to win. He was going to kill Deacon Frost and make sure he didn't come back this time. He was going to cut him in a million pieces and scatter them in a million different directions and he was going to enjoy it. He was going to fucking kill Deacon Frost.
Devi looked up at Deacon, eyes wide as he pushed the table down the hallway, smirking down at her. "You know, for my granddaughter, you're pretty hot. Good genes, I suppose." He had taken the gag out of her mouth, allowed her to talk.
"You're disgusting. Fucking digusting. Your son had sex to have me! I'm your son's daughter. That's disgusting." She muttered and he laughed.
"I'm a vampire. We're not disgusted by much, babe. Living for more than 50 years as a vampire, gives you a new perspective on life."
"What? You become a incestous pedophile?" She asked and he laughed.
"Yeah, that's it." He continued to push the table down the hall, ending up in a rather large room, a temple. From the looks of it, Devi thought it was some sacrifical temple. Shit.