She snapped out of her trance like state and looked around.
Grace didn't know why, but she found herself working her way through the
crowd to where he had been standing, but he was gone. A cold whisper
entered her mind, saying her name, and she turned, looking around again in
surprise. Shaking her head, she walked toward a slightly quieter part of
the club where the shadows were deeper.
"Looking for some one?" Said a smooth, low voice behind her.
Grace flinched in surprise and turned, her eyes widening slightly. It was him; the guy she had seen watching her. She could see now what she couldn't really from a distance; his crystal blue eyes, carefree brown hair, black designer clothes. Oh, and he was quite good looking, at least, in Grace's opinion, though she was sure a lot of other girls thought the same thing.
"Um, well, kinda," Grace stuttered, feeling a blush rise to her cheeks. She certainly wasn't going to say that he was who she had been looking for.
"Maybe I can help," he said with a sly smile.
Grace fidgeted slightly, a little nervous. Why was this guy so familiar? She almost remembered where she had seen him before, it was on the tip of her tongue.and yet.it was gonna bug the hell out of her until she figured it out. She couldn't think of anything to say, so she remained silent. He didn't seem to mind, though.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Grace," Grace answered, for the first time noticing the predatory gleam in his eyes.
"Grace," he repeated, "A pretty name for a pretty girl," he paused as Grace blushed, "I'm Deacon. Deacon Frost."
Grace tilted her head to the side and looked at him curiously for a moment. Deacon Frost. This was who Esther had wanted her to meet. "I think I just found who I was looking for," she said, a faint smile on her face.
And for a moment, no more, there was just silence between them.
"Care to dance?" Deacon asked her with a devilish smile, holding out his hand.
Grace smiled shyly. "I'd love to," she said without hesitating.
She took his hand and allowed herself to be led onto the dance floor, the other vampires stepping aside to let them through. The two of them began to dance, and the more they talked, the more Grace liked Deacon. The hours seemed to pass by in no time at all. And by now, Grace was quite flattered by how nice Deacon was being, the compliments. Charmed, would have been the better word, and some part of her mind told her that was exactly what he had been aiming for.
A moment later, Grace noticed a slight movement above her head and she looked up. She watched silently as the sprinkler heads above began to move, and it wasn't water that came out. It was blood. Human blood. Grace felt slightly sad and maybe even a little sickened, as the smile on her face faded. Without a word, she left the dance floor and slipped out the front door.
She leaned against the outside wall and swallowed hard. It was things like this that reminded her of how different she was then other vampires. And it made her sad, because it meant she could never truly fit in with her own kind. What would Deacon think when-if-he found out? Just as she was thinking this, the door beside her opened and Deacon stepped out.
"Somethin wrong?" he asked.
"No," Grace lied, refusing to look at him, "I-I just have a headache," she paused, "I think I'll head home now."
She had a feeling that he knew she was lying, but he didn't say anything about it and for that she was grateful.
"Let me walk you home, at least," Deacon said.
"No!" Grace said quickly, looking up. "I'll be fine," She continued more calmly, forcing a smile. She certainly didn't want him to know she lived on the streets, that she had no home.
A moment of silence followed her words.
"Are you coming back tomorrow?" Deacon said at last.
Grace tilted her head to the side, thinking a moment. "I might," she said.
"Then I'll be waiting," Deacon said with a sly smile
Grace tried her hardest not to smile as she nodded and walked away. When she knew she was out of sight, a smile spread across her face. In her mind, the songs of the whales were joyful, as they seemed to share her happiness. All of the less pleasing incidents, like the blood sprinklers in the night club, seemed to have left her mind.
As she walked, Grace began to hum along with the whales' songs that echoed inside her mind. What was this subconscious connection she seemed to share with Deacon? She had slowly noticed it after a while when they had been talking and dancing. It was still a mystery to her, but she had the whole of the next night to figure it out.
In looking up, she noticed that the sky was beginning to lighten, meaning that dawn would soon be upon her. She had to find a place to stay during the day, and soon too, unless she wanted to know what it felt like to be a pile of ash, which she didn't.
"Looking for some one?" Said a smooth, low voice behind her.
Grace flinched in surprise and turned, her eyes widening slightly. It was him; the guy she had seen watching her. She could see now what she couldn't really from a distance; his crystal blue eyes, carefree brown hair, black designer clothes. Oh, and he was quite good looking, at least, in Grace's opinion, though she was sure a lot of other girls thought the same thing.
"Um, well, kinda," Grace stuttered, feeling a blush rise to her cheeks. She certainly wasn't going to say that he was who she had been looking for.
"Maybe I can help," he said with a sly smile.
Grace fidgeted slightly, a little nervous. Why was this guy so familiar? She almost remembered where she had seen him before, it was on the tip of her tongue.and yet.it was gonna bug the hell out of her until she figured it out. She couldn't think of anything to say, so she remained silent. He didn't seem to mind, though.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Grace," Grace answered, for the first time noticing the predatory gleam in his eyes.
"Grace," he repeated, "A pretty name for a pretty girl," he paused as Grace blushed, "I'm Deacon. Deacon Frost."
Grace tilted her head to the side and looked at him curiously for a moment. Deacon Frost. This was who Esther had wanted her to meet. "I think I just found who I was looking for," she said, a faint smile on her face.
And for a moment, no more, there was just silence between them.
"Care to dance?" Deacon asked her with a devilish smile, holding out his hand.
Grace smiled shyly. "I'd love to," she said without hesitating.
She took his hand and allowed herself to be led onto the dance floor, the other vampires stepping aside to let them through. The two of them began to dance, and the more they talked, the more Grace liked Deacon. The hours seemed to pass by in no time at all. And by now, Grace was quite flattered by how nice Deacon was being, the compliments. Charmed, would have been the better word, and some part of her mind told her that was exactly what he had been aiming for.
A moment later, Grace noticed a slight movement above her head and she looked up. She watched silently as the sprinkler heads above began to move, and it wasn't water that came out. It was blood. Human blood. Grace felt slightly sad and maybe even a little sickened, as the smile on her face faded. Without a word, she left the dance floor and slipped out the front door.
She leaned against the outside wall and swallowed hard. It was things like this that reminded her of how different she was then other vampires. And it made her sad, because it meant she could never truly fit in with her own kind. What would Deacon think when-if-he found out? Just as she was thinking this, the door beside her opened and Deacon stepped out.
"Somethin wrong?" he asked.
"No," Grace lied, refusing to look at him, "I-I just have a headache," she paused, "I think I'll head home now."
She had a feeling that he knew she was lying, but he didn't say anything about it and for that she was grateful.
"Let me walk you home, at least," Deacon said.
"No!" Grace said quickly, looking up. "I'll be fine," She continued more calmly, forcing a smile. She certainly didn't want him to know she lived on the streets, that she had no home.
A moment of silence followed her words.
"Are you coming back tomorrow?" Deacon said at last.
Grace tilted her head to the side, thinking a moment. "I might," she said.
"Then I'll be waiting," Deacon said with a sly smile
Grace tried her hardest not to smile as she nodded and walked away. When she knew she was out of sight, a smile spread across her face. In her mind, the songs of the whales were joyful, as they seemed to share her happiness. All of the less pleasing incidents, like the blood sprinklers in the night club, seemed to have left her mind.
As she walked, Grace began to hum along with the whales' songs that echoed inside her mind. What was this subconscious connection she seemed to share with Deacon? She had slowly noticed it after a while when they had been talking and dancing. It was still a mystery to her, but she had the whole of the next night to figure it out.
In looking up, she noticed that the sky was beginning to lighten, meaning that dawn would soon be upon her. She had to find a place to stay during the day, and soon too, unless she wanted to know what it felt like to be a pile of ash, which she didn't.