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Book of the Serpent
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Category:
1 through F › Blade (All)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,314
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Blade series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Introduction
Chapter 1: Intro
"Vampire blood not in a vampire ... the name of Drake in their title ... they will have no lust until the exchange??"
Deacon Frost slammed shut the ancient book that he was reading. After months of searching he had found it and at no small cost. It was the Book of the Serpent: the book that would guarantee him ascendancy to Lord of the Vampires. But upon opening it, all he found was a bunch of baffling sentence fragments and ciphers. He was in no mood to play games or solve riddles. The ringing of his cell phone interrupted his thoughts.
- “Yeah?”
- “Master, am I bothering you?”
- “You’ve been bothering me lately, Clara.”
- “I’ll have a present for you tonight. I’ll even deliver her myself. I hope you’ll be pleased,” she said before hanging up.
“I hope this helps to fix my fuckup,” thought Clara. About half a year ago, Clara made a blunder that nearly cost her life, as well as the life of Deacon Frost and countless other vampires. With her natural red hair and green, cat-like eyes, she had been a favorite of his. But after her mistake, she had stopped being Deacon’s lover.
“But then again he’s been preoccupied for the past few months; maybe he’s not even mad at me anymore. But I’ll go through with this, just in case.”
The sound of footsteps interrupted Clara from her musings as her colleague appeared. She had been working with Angela Ekard for the past few weeks. Angela and Clara quickly became friends. “Who could resist not wanting to buddy up with someone that hot?” thought Clara. Angela was of average height, with a slim figure that was voluptuous in all the right places. She had hazel eyes that were light brown and green, with chestnut brown mid-length hair set against a lightly tanned, healthy face. Angela was an orphan, and as far as Clara knew, the only family she had was her older brother Alan. Clara enjoyed working with Angela, who was funny, intelligent, and had a friendly, easygoing personality.
“What are you doing after work tonight?” asked Clara.
“Homework, of course,” was the answer from Angela.
“Listen, it’s my friend’s birthday party and you should come with me. It’ll be fun. He owns this really cool club downtown. All work and no play make Angela a dull girl.”
Angela had to laugh at Clara because she knew it was true. She hadn’t gone out to a club or bar in weeks, and frankly, she needed a night of fun. “All right, I’ll go …”
- - - - -
Angela walked out of her bedroom, meeting Clara who was waiting in the living room.
“So how do I look?” she asked her. Angela was wearing a lacy, black tank-top that flaunted her breasts and tailored to her great figure, as well as skinny jeans and flats.
“Tasty…” replied Clara with a smile as Angela shrugged into a cropped leather jacket. They got into Clara’s car and drove to Club Tempest.
- - - - -
Deacon Frost joined Clara, who was lounging on a couch with a group of people while watching Angela dance solo a few yards away.
“Is that her?” he asked, looking at Angela moving skillfully to the music. Clara nodded and Deacon asked her “How old is she?” “20” was the reply.
Angela continued to dance, aware that something was strange about this place. It was the people; they made her feel as if she was different from them, that they were monitoring her and that they had their eyes glued to her. And that one guy, that sexy guy with the piercing eyes, he had been watching her from various places in the club for the past half hour. “Must be the booze talking,” she mused. He was sitting with Clara now and Clara was motioning for her to come join them.
“Have I done well?” asked Clara. “Yes, now get lost,” Deacon ordered as Angela approached the two. Clara moved toward Angela and whispered a few things in her ear before leaving her with Deacon.
“So you’re the birthday boy, huh?” asked Angela. “What?” shouted Deacon, although he could hear her perfectly well. “Listen let’s go somewhere quieter to talk.”
...
"Vampire blood not in a vampire ... the name of Drake in their title ... they will have no lust until the exchange??"
Deacon Frost slammed shut the ancient book that he was reading. After months of searching he had found it and at no small cost. It was the Book of the Serpent: the book that would guarantee him ascendancy to Lord of the Vampires. But upon opening it, all he found was a bunch of baffling sentence fragments and ciphers. He was in no mood to play games or solve riddles. The ringing of his cell phone interrupted his thoughts.
- “Yeah?”
- “Master, am I bothering you?”
- “You’ve been bothering me lately, Clara.”
- “I’ll have a present for you tonight. I’ll even deliver her myself. I hope you’ll be pleased,” she said before hanging up.
“I hope this helps to fix my fuckup,” thought Clara. About half a year ago, Clara made a blunder that nearly cost her life, as well as the life of Deacon Frost and countless other vampires. With her natural red hair and green, cat-like eyes, she had been a favorite of his. But after her mistake, she had stopped being Deacon’s lover.
“But then again he’s been preoccupied for the past few months; maybe he’s not even mad at me anymore. But I’ll go through with this, just in case.”
The sound of footsteps interrupted Clara from her musings as her colleague appeared. She had been working with Angela Ekard for the past few weeks. Angela and Clara quickly became friends. “Who could resist not wanting to buddy up with someone that hot?” thought Clara. Angela was of average height, with a slim figure that was voluptuous in all the right places. She had hazel eyes that were light brown and green, with chestnut brown mid-length hair set against a lightly tanned, healthy face. Angela was an orphan, and as far as Clara knew, the only family she had was her older brother Alan. Clara enjoyed working with Angela, who was funny, intelligent, and had a friendly, easygoing personality.
“What are you doing after work tonight?” asked Clara.
“Homework, of course,” was the answer from Angela.
“Listen, it’s my friend’s birthday party and you should come with me. It’ll be fun. He owns this really cool club downtown. All work and no play make Angela a dull girl.”
Angela had to laugh at Clara because she knew it was true. She hadn’t gone out to a club or bar in weeks, and frankly, she needed a night of fun. “All right, I’ll go …”
- - - - -
Angela walked out of her bedroom, meeting Clara who was waiting in the living room.
“So how do I look?” she asked her. Angela was wearing a lacy, black tank-top that flaunted her breasts and tailored to her great figure, as well as skinny jeans and flats.
“Tasty…” replied Clara with a smile as Angela shrugged into a cropped leather jacket. They got into Clara’s car and drove to Club Tempest.
- - - - -
Deacon Frost joined Clara, who was lounging on a couch with a group of people while watching Angela dance solo a few yards away.
“Is that her?” he asked, looking at Angela moving skillfully to the music. Clara nodded and Deacon asked her “How old is she?” “20” was the reply.
Angela continued to dance, aware that something was strange about this place. It was the people; they made her feel as if she was different from them, that they were monitoring her and that they had their eyes glued to her. And that one guy, that sexy guy with the piercing eyes, he had been watching her from various places in the club for the past half hour. “Must be the booze talking,” she mused. He was sitting with Clara now and Clara was motioning for her to come join them.
“Have I done well?” asked Clara. “Yes, now get lost,” Deacon ordered as Angela approached the two. Clara moved toward Angela and whispered a few things in her ear before leaving her with Deacon.
“So you’re the birthday boy, huh?” asked Angela. “What?” shouted Deacon, although he could hear her perfectly well. “Listen let’s go somewhere quieter to talk.”
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