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Her heart was pounding in her ears...it was so loud she could hardly hear what the man at the hospital was saying to her. Her heartbeat was faint, but she heard it like drums at a concert. It was so loud. The man was shaking her shoulder as her eyes slid shut, telling her to stay awake. All she could murmur was "Blade..." before her eyelids got too heavy, before her heart got too loud. She was dying.
Deacon laughed loudly as he looked down at her, the needles in her body, the tubes attached, blood pouring into a large bowl. She found it hard to breathe, her body shaking as she bit down on her lip, staring over at him with wide eyes. Her blood was coming out so fast and there was so much of it. Bright red, like candy canes. Her eyes darted back and forth as she breathed heavily, her entire body trembling. Her fingertips twitched and he watched her, watched the bowl fill up with blood. She was so scared...her stomach in knots as she felt her eyelids grow heavy. Deacon slapped her, hard. "You stay awake until I've drained you dry, you little bitch." He said in an angry voice, but he had a smirk on his face.
A loud noise. A crash. She tried to turn her head, but it was as if her entire body didn't work anymore, she couldn't move. Something shook the temple and some of her blood sloshed and fall out of the bowl. Deacon growled and turned to look at the doorway. "Blade. Fuck." He said before moving out of the room quickly, leaving Devi alone.
Blade had decided a bomb would get Deacon's attention away from the girl long enough for Whistler to get her out. The old man was quick, despite his handicap. He knew by the time Deacon found him, Whistler would have already taken the girl to a hospital. Deacon's voice boomed down the hallways and Blade smirked. Always the showoff. "Blade! You stupid fucker, where the fuck are you?" Blade leaned against the wall, sword in hand, waiting for his archnemesis to find him. "BLADE! FUCK!" His voice was closer now and Deacon emerged from the hallway, staring at Blade with angry eyes. "What the fuck is your problem"
Blade's eyebrow lifted and he smirked. "My problem? My problem is that you're trying to turn the whole world."
"And what the fuck is wrong with that"
"A lot of things, Deacon. A lot of things"
"Just because I...listen. I should be on your side. You're a vampire, I'm a vampire. Fuck, you're one of the most powerful vampires out there. And soon, I will be too. We should just join each other and get over it. We'd make a great team."
"Good try, Deacon. But your little speech isn't going to work. We're at war here. I'm not going to join you." He lifted his sword and tightened his grip on it. "Is this going to be a fair fight? Or do you not have a weapon"
"I don't have one"
"That confident in yourself Deacon?"
"Well, I figured you wouldn't find me"
"I'm not stupid"
"No."
Blade started at Deacon, raising an eyebrow. The man should be fighting him, not having a conversation. He didn't understand why Deacon was so at ease.
"The girl is probably dead by now." Deacon said and smirked, looking at Blade.
"She probably is. But your blood is gone."
"Excuse me"
"Your blood is gone. Go look." He motioned with his head towards the main room and Deacon growled, running down the hall. Blade followed him, dragging his hand along the wall, moving slowly. He smirked when he heard Deacon let out a loud, angry scream, moving back to face Blade, breathing heavily. "Where the fuck did it go"
"Whistler brought some syran wrap with him. Put it over the bowl, grabbed the girl and took her."
"He can't be far. I'll catch up with him." Deacon growled and turned, but Blade placed the blade of the sword on the back of his neck. "No you won't."
"Fine, kill me Blade."
"It'll be easier this time. You're human Deacon."