Why me? Chapter 4

"Explaining? Whatever do I need to explain?" She smiled, eyes closed as she clearly over exaggerated the smiled.

"Gee let me think. A croch rocket is parked in the side garage, you disappeared for almost an hour, and theres greasy chinese on the table".

"The chinese is for you and Whistler, the bike is mine and I was gone for 48 minutes" She said as she looked at her watch. Blade just looked at her, his face was unreadable because he was wearing his sunglasses. He didn't say anything. So she sighed and continued. " I went to my storehouse and got my bike then I went and got some necessities and food. I didn't want to be selfish so I got some extra for you guys"

"I don't eat chinese"

"Then don't eat it". Blade grumbled. Kilanath had won the battle.

"By the way" He said as he was leaving "Whistler's messin' with your bike". Kilanath jumped off the bed and flew down the stairs. Blade smiled, he'd won.

Later that night Kilanath was working on some stuff for Whistler, Blade was tinkering with his car, and Whistler was eating the chinese. Kilanath put down a tiny tin looking box with wires flying in every direction on the counter she was working at and rubbed her hands with a rag. She'd changed into work clothes, or her version of work clothes. A black sports bra, big baggy blue jeans and her hair pulled back in a flare-ish bun. She walked over to the table where Whistler was, rubbing her stomach as she walked. Whistler looked up and watched her, as she passed the table she picked up a big piece of beef from the beef lo-mein and gulped it down. Whistler tried to poke her hand with a fork as she was reaching in for it, she laughed. She opened the fridge and pulled out a tall can of the Monster Khaos energy drink and popped it open then took a swig.

"You alright kid?"

"Yeah, my ribs hurt just a little"

"Want some loritab?" He asked.

"I'll survive"

"Just be careful not to over work yourself".

"Oh please. I've got my work cut out for me" She waved a hand. Whistler smiled and returned to chowing on his chinese food.

Blade came tromping over loudly and as soon as he entered the kitchen boundary Kilanath left and went back to work. Whistler laughed and Blade shrugged it off. Back in her room after finishing her last assignment, she went into her bathroom to take a shower. She turned and closed the door behind her and locked it but soon regretted it. Sitting on the edge of the tub was Deacon. He smiled, he was sitting with his on leg over the over like a girl would do. He was wearing a black open chested shirt and tight black leather pants plus some new shiny and rather spiffy looking shoes. He uncrossed his legs and stood up still smiling, the I-know-something-you-don't-know smile.

"How the hell did you get in here?" She hissed.

"Is that any way to greet the man who is on control of your life" Deacon crossed his arms behind him and paced in front of her.

"You don't control my life. I do"

"Oh but I do. I was extremely surprised or rather just surprised when I ound out that you were here. With Blade. I decided why not pay a little visit. No harm done to Blade or the old cripple. I just wanted to talk to my favorite, sexy, errand girl" Deacon said with a smile. He leaned in and smelled her hair and smiled again.

"I'm not your errand girl anymore" She pushed him away, unlike usual he didn't fight or push back instead he backed off a little and stuck his hands in his pockets.

"In exactly 4 days I am going to become the most powerful vampire on earth. And in order to do so I need that little favor from you" He took his hands out of his pockets and put them on her shoulders from behnd her and leaned in so they were side of face to side of face. Again she pushed him away.

"I don't owe you anything"

"Now Kiki please don't make me force this upon you. You remember what happened last time" He smiled evilly. Her face turned from pissed off to pissed off and sad, tears welled up in her eyes.

"There's nothing left for you to take from me" A tear slid down her cheek. Deacon wiped it away and licked his finger.

"Your life?" He made it a question.

"Go ahead, anything's better than you"

"Kiki" He sounded more serious.

"Don't call me that!"

"That's what your sister used to call yo-" Kilanath slapped him.

"Shut up!" She started to tremble. Deacon moved his jaw a little and rubbed the side of his face. But again he smiled at her.

"If you help me I swear that I will leave you alone. Forever." He held a hand over his heart.

"You have nothng to swear on"

"My heart of course"

"You don't have one." Deacon laughed at this.

"On my life. Should I ever come near you again after you help me you can kill me simple as that."

"If I do help you I'll kill you anyway."

"Ok my love" Deacon looked at her, affection in his eyes.

"I am not your love"

"You do not have to love someone to be their love. As long as they love you, you are their love"

"You don't love me. You just like to use me."

"It may seem that way but everything I do is for you." Deacon moved to the bathroom door and opened it. She followed him out into her room. Deacon went to the window and was climbing out. He held out a hand to her. In his eyes he, for the first time ever, had love and concern in his eyes. His cold blooded heart wasn't completely empty. "Goodbye my love. I love you."

Kilanath crossed her arms and looked away. When she loked back his hand was at his side and he looked actually hurt, someone, her, had actually emotionally stabbed him in what little bit of heart he had. Deacon hopped out the window and it closed silent as a grave. Kilanath opened it and peered out, no one, nothing. Kilanath closed her window and walked to her door to go downstairs. She opened the door and had to look up to see what or really who was standing there. Blade.