Frost's Soulmate

Author’s Note- The song is “Drive” by The Cars. Enjoy!


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Drive

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“Who's gonna tell you when
It's too late”

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Raven managed to get herself together enough to start driving again. She had made it across state lines when the tears came over her again. Fighting them back she decided to stop for the day. Choosing a small house, she pulled into the driveway. In a way, she reasoned, this was like the way the world was after “Captain Trips” in Stephen King’s The Stand, only the virus wasn’t the flu- it was vampires.

Houses like this stood empty in every small town. The humans had lost and had been rounded up. Some had escaped, of course, but they were a minority and not worrisome to the vampires for now. Raven herself had escaped after the battle had gone badly. She had been on the run for almost three years. Ironically, she was on the run again.

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“Who's gonna tell you things
Aren't so great”

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She was alone again. Not completely, she reasoned, breaking into the house and letting Mr. Whiskers out. She had the cat and her baby. No soul mate.

“I’ll be fine,” her voice sounded false to her own ears. She curled up on the bed shaking. Where would she go?

~*~

“Who's gonna pick you up
When you fall
Who's gonna hang it up
When you call”

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A cat, a baby, no home and a bounty on her head if anyone actually knew who she was- what side she had fought on. Remembering this, she forced herself to get up and stumbled into the bathroom she found a pair of scissors and chopped her bangs, which always fell into her eyes, usually obscuring one, short. It was sloppy but no one would recognize her.

She could go to an enclave. The witches had set up several, wanting their children raised separate from the vampires. They would accept her when she told them even an abridged version of her story. She snorted humorlessly, looking at her butchered hair and her red eyes. Hell, if she still looked this bad any woman would try to help her.

Mr. Whiskers came into the room and rubbed up against her legs. He meowed when she looked down at him. She scooped him into her arms and walked back to the bedroom wondering, absently, about the family who had lived here before. She hoped they had made it out.

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“Who's gonna pay attention
To your dreams
Who's gonna plug their ears
When you scream”

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She remembered the night of the attack vividly. Jez had been the first to die. The small safe house had been targeted by a dragon, and when they had run Jez had been struck down by a stake to the heart, then a shot to the head. Morgead had flown into the fight with no care to his own safety. He was reckless and almost seemed relieved when he was staked.

The others had run, Raven with a group of witches. They had been cornered in the forest. The fight had been brief and bloody. Raven and one other witch stood at the end of it. To this day Raven couldn’t remember the girl’s name. She was only fourteen and had been sent to the safe house only the day before.

Raven helped the girl into a cave and though she tried to stop her bleeding the girl had refused vampire blood and had died thirty minutes later. After that night she had been alone. She had snuck back to Circle Daybreak’s headquarters to find the building burned to the ground. After that she had laid low. The battle was over and there was nothing she could do now.

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“You can't go on
Thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight”

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The last few months had been heaven. After being found by the slave hunters she just knew how she’d end up. Convincing the men that she’d fetch a higher price as a virgin she thought was just a temporary reprieve. Then Deacon had stood up in the auction house like the hero in one of those romance novels Thistle had devoured. He had taken her in and for the first time in three years she was clean, safe, and wanted.

Several of the other Daybreakers were there and she finally felt as though she belonged. Her gang was dead, her friends were dead but maybe she didn’t have to be alone. Deacon was an unexpected surprise. After their strange beginning she hadn’t expected to see him again.

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“Who's gonna hold you down
When you shake”

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The intensity of her growing love for him scared her. He was cold, calculating, cruel and everything she had learned in Daybreak to hate. There was another side to Deacon Frost though. It was only seen in those tender moments after they made love and he held her close. Or when he thought she was asleep and sat up reading while absently stroking her hair. Or when they showered together and he tenderly touched her body, as though cherishing every curve. Or simply in the way he made her laugh when no one else could, when she thought she had forgotten how. There was something gentle in him he’d only let her see.

She had fallen in love with him completely. Their love had stood up to one test already, his transgression. It couldn’t, however, stand up his apparent insecurity. And really, did she want to be with a man who had so little faith in her. The answer was simple. Yes.

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“Who's gonna come around
When you break”

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He had made it obvious what he wanted though. So tomorrow she’d keep driving until she found a safe spot to settle down. She’d raise her child on her own if she had to. Perhaps in time she’d forget him. Perhaps the time would at least dull the ache she felt.

~*~

“You can't go on
Thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight”

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