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Frost's Soulmate
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1 through F › Blade (All)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
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1,926
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What Would Happen?
What Would Happen
~*~
"Electricity, eye to eye
Hey don't I know you
I can't speak
Stripped my senses
On the spot
I've never been defenseless
I can't even make sense of this
You speak and I don't hear a word
What would happen if we kissed
Would your tongue slip past my lips
Would you run away, would you stay
Or would I melt into you
Mouth to mouth, lust to lust
Spontaneously combust"
-Meredith Brooks
~*~
She walked into the building and up to the front desk where a skuzzy looking man sat playing solitaire.
“You’re late,” the man said.
Raven blinked at him. “Are you Mr. Frost?”
The guy snorted. “Hell no. Take the first elevator to the top.”
“Oh… Thank you.”
“Whatever.” She shouldered her bag and got onto the elevator and concentrated on steadying her breathing. For some reason the mere idea of this meeting scared her. The elevator stopped and she stepped out. A woman in a slinky red dress lounged in a chair facing the window, so she couldn’t see her and a man stood next to a desk.
He looked up when he saw her. Raven could swear that electricity hummed between them. “You’re late.”
Raven bristled. “So I’ve been told. My flight was delayed. I’m Raven.”
“Deacon. This is Calypso, the Night World’s,” his voice practically dripped with disdain, “agent.”
“The journey must have been hard. You look exhausted,” Calypso said.
Raven gritted her teeth. /You’re sophisticated, calm, and serene./ “Thank you for your concern.”
Deacon looked between the two. “You know each other.”
“We’ve met,” Raven said.
“Several times. I had no idea that they’d allow a novice like you on the front lines.”
“We’re here to talk about this scroll not fight,” Raven said resisting the urge to snap at the other girl.
“Have a seat,” Deacon said. Raven sat down and Deacon perched on the edge of his desk. “Let’s get started. State your cases. Why should I give you the scroll?”
Calypso spoke first. “Full recognition as an elder of the vampires.”
“You have to do better than that, babe, I don’t give a fuck what your elders think.”
Calypso’s eyes widened obviously unable to comprehend that someone wouldn’t want to be on the elder’s council. “When we take control it will be like the days of old. Humans will be kept as livestock, the vampires will rule. You could be a king.”
“I could be really bored. You’re loosing me here. I already know what your people’s promises are worth. Why should I trust you?”
“If they win you’ll have to hide. They won’t allow you to lifestyle to continue. You may not like us but we are the lesser of two evils.” Raven snorted at Calypso’s wording.
“Raven,” his pale eyes slid to her and she fought a shiver.
“You have Lord Thierry’s word that we will not go after you as long as you remain discreet, although he would like for you to just prey on the dregs of society or just stop feeding from people all together.”
Deacon snorted. “You’re cute. Go on.”
Raven relaxed a little bit at the fact that he was still listening to her. “In the new order you’ll have a permanent seat on our council. We want to coexist, Mr. Frost, that’s our goal. We’re also prepared to offer you this,” she pulled out the ring Thierry had given her, “as a show of our sincerity.” Deacon looked down at the ring before walking over and taking it from her. Their hands touched, sparks flew. A pink haze surrounded them.
“Fuck…” His eyes flew to hers as he sat back down on the desk. “What was that?”
“A trick,” Calypso accused. “This is how they get people to their side.”
“You,” Deacon said without looking. “Shut up and leave. We’ll talk later.” Calypso started to speak but gave up and stood.
“You have my number.”
“Yeah,” Deacon said. He looked back at Raven calmly as Calypso walked out. “Now explain.”
“I… I’m not sure how to… you won’t like it.”
“That I guessed. Try.”
“We have a story, only it’s not a story now because it’s actually happening. It’s called the soulmate principle.”
“That sounds pretty fuckin’ gay.”
“I told you that you wouldn’t like it. It states that there is one person in the world that’s meant for you and when you meet them you’ll know.”
“Hence the sparks and that weird haze.”
“Yeah.”
“Come here.”
“Why?”
He smirked. “We’re still negotiating, right?” Raven stood hesitantly. Deacon met her halfway. Her breath caught in her throat as he reached out and ran his hands down her bare arms. The haze surrounded them and he could almost see a silver cord humming between them. She stared into his eyes only one of hers was visible behind her wealth of thick hair. He brushed the hair out if her eyes. She almost winced but kept staring at him. “So I guess,” he drawled, “the idea is that we fall in love and live happily ever fuckin’ after. Right?”
“That’s the idea.”
“Right. Of course. And I’m supposed to change my ways and become a white hat, right?”
“I-”
“That won’t be happening, sweetheart.” As angry as he was at fate he couldn’t seem to stop touching her. Her skin was so soft, it just begged for him to stroke it. He stroked his finger down her cheek. “You are beautiful, though.”
“Mr. Frost… I really don’t think that this is-”
“Why are you calling me Mr. Frost?”
“Okay… Deacon.”
“I like you saying my name.”
“I… don’t know anything about you… this is kind of weird.”
“This is very weird.” He lowered his head slightly just touching his lips to hers. It wasn’t a kiss, just a touch. “I make my own fate.” Their lips brushed as he spoke.
“We all do,” she said pulling away a little. “We can just pretend this never happened… neither of us need this right now.”
“So very true.”
“So… why aren’t you letting me go?”
“I’m not sure.” With that he kissed her. Raven stiffened in his arms but only for a second. The pink haze danced behind her eyes, it heightened the feel of every touch of his lips. His tongue swept inside her mouth. She whimpered bringing her arms to rest around his neck. His mouth should be outlawed. His hands slid into her back pockets and he pulled her into him.
“Wait…”
He sighed. “Yes?”
“Deacon, I’m sorry, I can’t… do anything with you.”
“What happened to ‘one person in the world’?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t sleep with guys I just met.”
“I’m not asking you to sleep with me,” he said. He kissed her again but she pulled away.
“No, but I know that’s where this is heading.”
“You said yourself, Raven, that this was meant to be. Do you really want to leave here and never have experienced what it would be like?”
“I- I’m sorry… I can’t.”
“I figured. White hats don’t change. Here.” He walked to his desk and opened it grabbing the scroll and holding it out. “You won’t like what’s inside.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“I have no fuckin’ idea. Just take it, Raven, and go. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.” She took it out of his hand. “Things are going to get bad. I’m calling all my people in. If you need sanctuary, come here.” She looked at him surprised.
“Why-?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Thank you.”
“You won’t mean that when you read this.”
“What’s in it?”
“A very old, very dead language. It doesn’t matter. Did you ever find the fourth wild power?”
“He… was killed. We were hoping that perhaps this prophecy would help. How do you know about the wild powers?”
“Just because the Night World has no interest in us doesn’t mean that we aren’t watching them.” Deacon kissed her quickly. She grabbed her bag. “Just watch out for yourself, kid.” She looked up at him for a moment before shouldering her bag and walking back towards the elevator.
~*~
"Electricity, eye to eye
Hey don't I know you
I can't speak
Stripped my senses
On the spot
I've never been defenseless
I can't even make sense of this
You speak and I don't hear a word
What would happen if we kissed
Would your tongue slip past my lips
Would you run away, would you stay
Or would I melt into you
Mouth to mouth, lust to lust
Spontaneously combust"
-Meredith Brooks
~*~
She walked into the building and up to the front desk where a skuzzy looking man sat playing solitaire.
“You’re late,” the man said.
Raven blinked at him. “Are you Mr. Frost?”
The guy snorted. “Hell no. Take the first elevator to the top.”
“Oh… Thank you.”
“Whatever.” She shouldered her bag and got onto the elevator and concentrated on steadying her breathing. For some reason the mere idea of this meeting scared her. The elevator stopped and she stepped out. A woman in a slinky red dress lounged in a chair facing the window, so she couldn’t see her and a man stood next to a desk.
He looked up when he saw her. Raven could swear that electricity hummed between them. “You’re late.”
Raven bristled. “So I’ve been told. My flight was delayed. I’m Raven.”
“Deacon. This is Calypso, the Night World’s,” his voice practically dripped with disdain, “agent.”
“The journey must have been hard. You look exhausted,” Calypso said.
Raven gritted her teeth. /You’re sophisticated, calm, and serene./ “Thank you for your concern.”
Deacon looked between the two. “You know each other.”
“We’ve met,” Raven said.
“Several times. I had no idea that they’d allow a novice like you on the front lines.”
“We’re here to talk about this scroll not fight,” Raven said resisting the urge to snap at the other girl.
“Have a seat,” Deacon said. Raven sat down and Deacon perched on the edge of his desk. “Let’s get started. State your cases. Why should I give you the scroll?”
Calypso spoke first. “Full recognition as an elder of the vampires.”
“You have to do better than that, babe, I don’t give a fuck what your elders think.”
Calypso’s eyes widened obviously unable to comprehend that someone wouldn’t want to be on the elder’s council. “When we take control it will be like the days of old. Humans will be kept as livestock, the vampires will rule. You could be a king.”
“I could be really bored. You’re loosing me here. I already know what your people’s promises are worth. Why should I trust you?”
“If they win you’ll have to hide. They won’t allow you to lifestyle to continue. You may not like us but we are the lesser of two evils.” Raven snorted at Calypso’s wording.
“Raven,” his pale eyes slid to her and she fought a shiver.
“You have Lord Thierry’s word that we will not go after you as long as you remain discreet, although he would like for you to just prey on the dregs of society or just stop feeding from people all together.”
Deacon snorted. “You’re cute. Go on.”
Raven relaxed a little bit at the fact that he was still listening to her. “In the new order you’ll have a permanent seat on our council. We want to coexist, Mr. Frost, that’s our goal. We’re also prepared to offer you this,” she pulled out the ring Thierry had given her, “as a show of our sincerity.” Deacon looked down at the ring before walking over and taking it from her. Their hands touched, sparks flew. A pink haze surrounded them.
“Fuck…” His eyes flew to hers as he sat back down on the desk. “What was that?”
“A trick,” Calypso accused. “This is how they get people to their side.”
“You,” Deacon said without looking. “Shut up and leave. We’ll talk later.” Calypso started to speak but gave up and stood.
“You have my number.”
“Yeah,” Deacon said. He looked back at Raven calmly as Calypso walked out. “Now explain.”
“I… I’m not sure how to… you won’t like it.”
“That I guessed. Try.”
“We have a story, only it’s not a story now because it’s actually happening. It’s called the soulmate principle.”
“That sounds pretty fuckin’ gay.”
“I told you that you wouldn’t like it. It states that there is one person in the world that’s meant for you and when you meet them you’ll know.”
“Hence the sparks and that weird haze.”
“Yeah.”
“Come here.”
“Why?”
He smirked. “We’re still negotiating, right?” Raven stood hesitantly. Deacon met her halfway. Her breath caught in her throat as he reached out and ran his hands down her bare arms. The haze surrounded them and he could almost see a silver cord humming between them. She stared into his eyes only one of hers was visible behind her wealth of thick hair. He brushed the hair out if her eyes. She almost winced but kept staring at him. “So I guess,” he drawled, “the idea is that we fall in love and live happily ever fuckin’ after. Right?”
“That’s the idea.”
“Right. Of course. And I’m supposed to change my ways and become a white hat, right?”
“I-”
“That won’t be happening, sweetheart.” As angry as he was at fate he couldn’t seem to stop touching her. Her skin was so soft, it just begged for him to stroke it. He stroked his finger down her cheek. “You are beautiful, though.”
“Mr. Frost… I really don’t think that this is-”
“Why are you calling me Mr. Frost?”
“Okay… Deacon.”
“I like you saying my name.”
“I… don’t know anything about you… this is kind of weird.”
“This is very weird.” He lowered his head slightly just touching his lips to hers. It wasn’t a kiss, just a touch. “I make my own fate.” Their lips brushed as he spoke.
“We all do,” she said pulling away a little. “We can just pretend this never happened… neither of us need this right now.”
“So very true.”
“So… why aren’t you letting me go?”
“I’m not sure.” With that he kissed her. Raven stiffened in his arms but only for a second. The pink haze danced behind her eyes, it heightened the feel of every touch of his lips. His tongue swept inside her mouth. She whimpered bringing her arms to rest around his neck. His mouth should be outlawed. His hands slid into her back pockets and he pulled her into him.
“Wait…”
He sighed. “Yes?”
“Deacon, I’m sorry, I can’t… do anything with you.”
“What happened to ‘one person in the world’?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t sleep with guys I just met.”
“I’m not asking you to sleep with me,” he said. He kissed her again but she pulled away.
“No, but I know that’s where this is heading.”
“You said yourself, Raven, that this was meant to be. Do you really want to leave here and never have experienced what it would be like?”
“I- I’m sorry… I can’t.”
“I figured. White hats don’t change. Here.” He walked to his desk and opened it grabbing the scroll and holding it out. “You won’t like what’s inside.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“I have no fuckin’ idea. Just take it, Raven, and go. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.” She took it out of his hand. “Things are going to get bad. I’m calling all my people in. If you need sanctuary, come here.” She looked at him surprised.
“Why-?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Thank you.”
“You won’t mean that when you read this.”
“What’s in it?”
“A very old, very dead language. It doesn’t matter. Did you ever find the fourth wild power?”
“He… was killed. We were hoping that perhaps this prophecy would help. How do you know about the wild powers?”
“Just because the Night World has no interest in us doesn’t mean that we aren’t watching them.” Deacon kissed her quickly. She grabbed her bag. “Just watch out for yourself, kid.” She looked up at him for a moment before shouldering her bag and walking back towards the elevator.