Author note: beams I'm glad you liked it. And how old I am…looks around probably one of the youngest people to receive such wonderful comments; fourteen (I started writing when I was about six). Well, here's the eighth chapter, more to come.

Grace stood, staring up at the Temple of Eternal Night as the wind whistled in her ears. She swallowed hard, thinking back to earlier that night. Blade had come, just as Deacon had said. And things had happened just like in her vision. One of the only coherent thoughts flitting through her mind was; 'Oh god, it's really coming true, isn't it?' She didn't want to walk on, didn't want to go inside, but Deacon was at her side, leading her forward. So she had no choice.

Nobody understood why she was worried, no one knew of what she'd seen in her vision. No one would believe her…and Deacon had no fear, no worry, of what was to come that night. The Temple was beautiful, marble maybe, or some other kind of smooth off white stone. Along one of the halls, she stopped him, and in one last attempt to warn him, said;

"Please don't do this, you don't-"

"Shh," he said, placing a finger against her lips, "Everything's going to be fine. After tonight, we're going to rule the world."

And then he continued on, leaving her standing there. Grace blinked, wondering why he never listened to her worries, to her warnings. Was it just that he wasn't afraid of anything? Wasn't afraid of Blade? It that was the case, then Grace supposed she envied him for that. Snapping out of her trance, she looked around, realizing she was all alone.

A chill swept over her and she shivered. Walking forward, she wondered that if he really cared about her, would he just leave her standing here when he knew she was worried, upset? She thought back to that night, it seemed so long ago, when she had first met him. She remembered all she'd seen in him…in his eyes. He'd already surprised her by how kind…how patient…he was with her.

Why should she complain? Why should she ask for anymore? Thinking no more of it, Grace made her way in the direction Deacon vanished. She moved slowly, silently, taking her time to sort her thoughts. So by the time she caught up with Deacon, her expression determined, her eyes deep pools of emotion, the worry was gone from her face. The circular room was huge, the top of a large cylinder shaped cavern of rock.

Even though she didn't go to the edge to look down, she knew the round room far below was it; where La Magra was summoned. When she entered the room, guards were just leading Blade away, and Deacon and Quinn were talking to the woman, Karen, as if they were friends. Deacon glanced over his shoulder at Grace, giving her a sly smile. Her response was a slight nod; she knew what was going on. She'd seen it all in her vision.

So as the three of them, two vampires, one human, walked away-well, Karen wasn't too agreeable about it, but who could blame her?-Grace walked over to the edge and looked down. Waaayyy down. In the room below, The Twelve Pureblood vampires were each being forced to stand beneath one of the twelve glyphs carved into the walls. She decided to head down there, wait down there for Deacon.

She made her way over to the stone steps, and slowly walked down. The air got cooler the farther she went, and she knew the bottom of the chamber was underground. When she reached the bottom, she looked around, seeing that there were more tunnels and hallways branching off. Turning in a circle to completely look around, she saw mercury, but only glanced at her and ignored the glare she sent in her direction.

Grace had the feeling she was jealous of her. Who woulda thought, just two nights ago, she was jealous of Mercury. A few minutes later, Deacon emerged from one of the numerous hallways. He walked over to Grace, took her hands, and twirled her around for a moment, as much for her own delight as in an attempt to cheer her up. He was rewarded with a smile. She looked so beautiful when she smiled, her whole face just absolutely lit up.

"Miss me?" Deacon whispered to her, a devious smile on his face, "I missed you."

"Did you," Grace said, for a moment forgetting her worries. She was aware that Mercury was glaring at her, but she pretended not to notice.

"Of course," he said slyly, "My golden angel."

Grace blushed deeply at his words, looking away for a moment, "I'm no angel," she protested quietly.

"After tonight, you'll be a queen," Deacon said, walking slowly around her.

She turned, watching as he headed for the center of the circular chamber. It was about to begin, she knew, and thought for one minute, maybe he was right. Maybe she was worrying all for nothing. But she wasn't so sure. Grace moved forward until she stood at the edge of the Summoning Chamber. Mercury stood beside her, and she heard Quinn come up behind them. All three of them stood in silence for a minute, waiting.

Grace was the first to turn her eyes upward, focusing her gaze on the brass orb in the stone ceiling. She could barely make out the rivets of blood running down the sides, all congealing in the middle. Only after Deacon, too looked up, did Mercury follow their gazes. A moment later, a single droplet of blood fell, and Grace blinked. In that one second her eyes were closed, it happened. It was starting.

As the Twelve Spirits-resembling gargoyles-flew through the air, Grace saw, out of the corner of her eye, Mercury run. Hide. 'Wimp,' was Grace's only thought on the matter before the wave of exploding energy crashed into her and knocked her to her knees. It shook the dust from the walls and ceiling, clouding the air. Grace knew it was complete, done. She coughed, scrambling to her feet. She struggled to see, but for the moment, the dust was as thick as fog.

"Deacon?" she asked, not able to see him.

"It's done, Grace," he said, and she turned in the direction of his voice.

She could barely see him as the dust began to settle. And when his eyes glowed red, she flinched, even though she had been expecting it. As he came towards her, she involuntarily took a step back. Something was different about him, she could feel it immediately. Of course. It had really worked. The dust wasn't as bad now. He stopped a foot in front of her. They were both hidden from sight of the rest of the chamber.

"Are you afraid of me?" Deacon asked her.

Grace blinked. "No," she said, shaking her head. And as she said it, all the uncertainty left her.

At that moment, the sounds of fighting echoed from the other side of the room. Grace tensed. Blade.

"Frost!" the Daywalker roared.

Deacon turned, but Grace grabbed his arm, stopping him. "Wait!" She said, "Forget Blade, can't we just get out of here?"

He looked back at her, "Why?"

Grace stood back, "Because. I never told you, but in my vision, I saw you die," she said.

"I can't die, Grace," Deacon said.

He started to walk away, but Grace had a firm grip on his arm.

Suddenly angry, he whirled around to face her. "Let. Go." He said in a low tone.

Surprised, Grace did so, and stepped back.

"Frost!" Blade shouted again. Damn he sounded angry.

Grace was silent, feeling as if she'd suddenly gone mute. Her gaze followed Deacon as he picked up the sword that was leaning against the wall, walked out to where the Daywalker could see him, and said;

"Looking for me, Blade?"

As the battle started, Grace walked around the stone formation, entering the inner circle of the room, as she watched. Her eyes were locked on Deacon though. Sparks flew from the colliding swords, but she didn't flinch, didn't even blink. She was rooted to the spot, unable to turn away, and unable to move forward to help. The fight ensued, but she didn't see Blade anymore, she only saw Deacon.

She didn't want this to continue, she knew how it would end. But time was relentless, marching forward. And it dragged her with it even though she'd fought it tooth and nail. Thoughts flew through her mind, yet none of it seemed to make sense. An ache grew in her heart as she watched him. He was so confident, fearless…so damn arrogant. He thought he was invincible. But maybe not against Blade.

More certain then maybe. Grace snapped out of her trance in time to see Blade free the vials of e.d.t.a. from the nook it'd been stuck in. She dove forward, hands outstretched, in an attempt to grab the vials before Blade. But she missed. When she hit the ground again, she cracked her shoulder against the stone, but barely noticed the pain.

She'd failed.

She scrambled to her feet, turning in time to see…Blade…kill…Deacon…Her eyes widened, and she wasn't even aware of it when she shouted, "Deacon!" her mind could not comprehend his death. It couldn't be real. Not true. She sank to her knees in shock. Her mind seemed to shut down, she just couldn't think.

"Blade!" a voice called, and Grace knew it was Karen.

Blade looked up, to the top half of the chamber where Karen was. "Let's get out of here," he said.

"What about-?"

Blade glanced at Grace, and her haunting, lost expression was enough to chill him. "Leave her," he said, and walked away.

Grace was left alone, in silence. At first, she was too shocked to cry even. She felt faint. Cold. Dead. Then the tears came. A week ago, she met some one who she truly loved. And now, he was killed on her seventeenth birthday. For a moment, she just knelt there, sobbing. She hadn't been able to save him, hadn't changed fate. This had to be a dream.

Suddenly, she started screaming. She didn't know for how long, but didn't want to stop for fear of hearing only the silence of the night. When her scream at last died away, she realized she wasn't going to wake up. It wasn't a dream. Anger swelled within her, and showed in her eyes.

"You're gonna pay, Blade," she hissed.

"You hear me!" She screamed, her voice hoarse, "I'm gonna fing kill you!"

Her voice echoed through the empty Temple, reverberating off the walls. She would make him sorry that he'd let her live. She'd make sure it was the biggest mistake of his life.

Author note: Deep breath Yes. Deacon Frost is dead. Hides behind desk Don't be mad at me, I know you Frost fans, lol! But this isn't the end, it is merely the beginning! So keep reading for lots more chapters!