Frost's Soulmate
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Adult +
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I Can't Seem to Make Myself Forget
I Can’t Seem To Make Myself Forget
~*~
"What does it matter
What's done is done and I should
Get on with my life
Why are you haunting me?
Well I don't know what it is
But I can't seem to make myself forget
Was it something that you said
Or is it all the guilt inside my head
Why are you haunting me?"
-Stabbing Westward
~*~
Three years later
“Deacon,” it was her voice always her voice haunting his dreams. It was breathy and scared. “Please, I need you. Don’t leave me alone.” He growled closing his eyes tighter. She wouldn’t leave him alone.
“Deacon?” Mercury’s voice brought him back to his senses. He blinked confused for a second. “I was heading to the auction. Do you want to go?” She knew better than to say she saw that he was having a nightmare and wanted to wake him.
“Yeah, I need to get out of this apartment.” She looked surprised but nodded and left. He got up and showered before dressing in a dark blue silk shirt and a pair of blue jeans. With the takeover every one was wearing black so Deacon changed his look. He walked to the elevator and met Mercury in the lobby.
The streets were virtually empty as they walked to his car: a red thunderbird convertible. “I’ll take my car,” Mercury said. “In case we pick something up.” Deacon nodded and hopped into his car. Now there was no crime, mostly because there was only one law, Murphy’s Law prevailed: survival of the fittest.
Deacon’s little operation had fared well through the war. He told the Night World what was in the scroll, even though it had no use to them. They in turn left his people out of the war. But now life was much too easy for Deacon’s taste. There was no more real hunts. The closest things were the canned hunts.
He pulled up to the tall building that housed the city’s auctions, which were the way the vampires and shape shifters got their meat and blood. Mercury arrived at the same time that he did. They walked in together their strides matching. He knew how they looked, the Night people always stepped aside allowing the two to pass. He allowed Mercury to pick their seats on the edge towards the back.
“This is always fun,” he drawled.
“You’ve never joined me here before,” Mercury noted.
“It’s been too fuckin’ long since I’ve appeared in public with these people,” Deacon noted. “Need to keep up the image.”
Mercury smirked. “Of course.” The auctioneers brought out the first human a young man. The bidding ensued. Deacon sat back watching the greedy vampires and shape shifters bid over person after person.
“Our last item is truly a rare treat.” He brought out a hooded figure and Deacon felt the heart he didn’t think he had clench. It was her; he knew it. “A vampire, just twenty years old, she’s completely untouched, we’ll show you the doctor bills if you wish, we found her hiding in a hovel.” The man swept her hood back and Deacon shot to her feet.
“Raven,” he said in a commanding tone stalking towards the stage. He grabbed her forcing her to her knees. “Do you have any idea of the trouble you’ve caused me?”
“What on earth?” the auctioneer blustered.
“She’s been a slave in my household for a year,” Deacon growled. “She disappeared. I’ll be willing to pay you for returning her to me, of course.”
“Yes, but Mr. Frost-”
“Is there a problem?” Deacon asked his cold eyes locking on the man’s.
“No. I’m happy to have helped.” Deacon yanked Raven to her feet and dragged her out of the building pausing briefly to tell an astonished Mercury that she could stay as long as she wished. Deacon put Raven in his car and got in himself.
“Deacon?” Raven said barely able to comprehend what had happened.
“Un-fuckin-believable,” Deacon said. “What happened? I knew you weren’t dead so I assumed you were smart enough to not get caught.”
“I… I was for a while. I was trying to save a child from the shape shifters… but it was a trap.”
“As I said, white hats don’t change.”
“Why did you save me?”
“’Save you?’ I’m merely reclaiming what’s mine. I don’t like other people touching what belongs to me.”
“We’re soul mates.”
“Yes, and because of that I keep thinking about you, all the fuckin’ time. And now I have you.” He glanced at her from the corner of his eye raising an eyebrow. “So, untouched?”
Raven shuddered. “When they bring a new slave in they’re examined to see if they’re…”
“The word you looking for, baby, is virgins.” Deacon wanted to tear someone apart for this injustice. She was his; no one else could touch her. She was his to beat, love, kill, fuck- to do what ever he wished. He would examine this strange fact that he wanted to protect her later. He stopped in front of his building. “I suppose that you’re going to tell me that this was fate.”
She almost smiled. “It does seem that way.” He led her inside and put her in the elevator that led to the penthouse.
“Go take a bath. I’ll be up with some blood.” She obeyed obviously thrilled at the idea of a bath.
Raven went up to the pent house and looked around. It looked like it had been professionally decorated. There were statues of Rodin’s Porte de L’Enfer tastefully displayed throughout the room. A large leather couch and two leather chairs sat in the room facing a huge television. The strangest thing in the room was a gray tabby cat. Raven looked at it for a few seconds and it opened its mouth hissing and revealing large fangs. Weirded out, she walked further into the apartment. Soon she found Deacon’s room.
A huge four post bed, bigger than a king, sat in the middle of the room. The sheets were black and made of pure silk. The comforter was satin. A nice computer desk sat in the corner a long with a bunch of televisions showing various rooms in the building. She went into the bathroom and drew some water adding some bubble bath to it on impulse.
She had managed to keep herself pretty clean but hadn’t been able to take a real bath in over a year. Soon the tub, which was Jacuzzi sized, was filled. Raven stripped off her clothes and sank, happily into the water. She washed her hair and even shaved, not bothering to wonder why there was a razor in his bathtub. She knew Deacon wasn’t the type to remain celibate.
It didn’t matter; she wouldn’t allow herself to fall in love with him. Soul mates or not. Uninvited, Deacon walked into the room. Raven squeaked making sure she was covered by the bubbles. “Hiding from me?” he asked amused. He held out the glass of blood while sitting down on the side of the tub. Raven took it gratefully. Deacon grabbed her arm. “You’re bruised.”
“Yes, well, they weren’t exactly kind to their slaves,” Raven said her tone bitter as she pulled her arm away gently so she could drink. “Thank you, Mr. Frost.”
“Deacon. No one calls me Mr. Frost. I’ll go get you something to wear.” He left and she got out drying herself off. She knew what was bound to happen, she just didn’t know when. She had the towel wrapped around herself when he came back. He shook his head at the sight. “Here, I’ll get some real clothes for you later.” He actually left so she could get dressed in the oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. When she emerged he was sitting on the bed and motioned for her to join him. Her mouth was dry as she complied.
~*~
"What does it matter
What's done is done and I should
Get on with my life
Why are you haunting me?
Well I don't know what it is
But I can't seem to make myself forget
Was it something that you said
Or is it all the guilt inside my head
Why are you haunting me?"
-Stabbing Westward
~*~
Three years later
“Deacon,” it was her voice always her voice haunting his dreams. It was breathy and scared. “Please, I need you. Don’t leave me alone.” He growled closing his eyes tighter. She wouldn’t leave him alone.
“Deacon?” Mercury’s voice brought him back to his senses. He blinked confused for a second. “I was heading to the auction. Do you want to go?” She knew better than to say she saw that he was having a nightmare and wanted to wake him.
“Yeah, I need to get out of this apartment.” She looked surprised but nodded and left. He got up and showered before dressing in a dark blue silk shirt and a pair of blue jeans. With the takeover every one was wearing black so Deacon changed his look. He walked to the elevator and met Mercury in the lobby.
The streets were virtually empty as they walked to his car: a red thunderbird convertible. “I’ll take my car,” Mercury said. “In case we pick something up.” Deacon nodded and hopped into his car. Now there was no crime, mostly because there was only one law, Murphy’s Law prevailed: survival of the fittest.
Deacon’s little operation had fared well through the war. He told the Night World what was in the scroll, even though it had no use to them. They in turn left his people out of the war. But now life was much too easy for Deacon’s taste. There was no more real hunts. The closest things were the canned hunts.
He pulled up to the tall building that housed the city’s auctions, which were the way the vampires and shape shifters got their meat and blood. Mercury arrived at the same time that he did. They walked in together their strides matching. He knew how they looked, the Night people always stepped aside allowing the two to pass. He allowed Mercury to pick their seats on the edge towards the back.
“This is always fun,” he drawled.
“You’ve never joined me here before,” Mercury noted.
“It’s been too fuckin’ long since I’ve appeared in public with these people,” Deacon noted. “Need to keep up the image.”
Mercury smirked. “Of course.” The auctioneers brought out the first human a young man. The bidding ensued. Deacon sat back watching the greedy vampires and shape shifters bid over person after person.
“Our last item is truly a rare treat.” He brought out a hooded figure and Deacon felt the heart he didn’t think he had clench. It was her; he knew it. “A vampire, just twenty years old, she’s completely untouched, we’ll show you the doctor bills if you wish, we found her hiding in a hovel.” The man swept her hood back and Deacon shot to her feet.
“Raven,” he said in a commanding tone stalking towards the stage. He grabbed her forcing her to her knees. “Do you have any idea of the trouble you’ve caused me?”
“What on earth?” the auctioneer blustered.
“She’s been a slave in my household for a year,” Deacon growled. “She disappeared. I’ll be willing to pay you for returning her to me, of course.”
“Yes, but Mr. Frost-”
“Is there a problem?” Deacon asked his cold eyes locking on the man’s.
“No. I’m happy to have helped.” Deacon yanked Raven to her feet and dragged her out of the building pausing briefly to tell an astonished Mercury that she could stay as long as she wished. Deacon put Raven in his car and got in himself.
“Deacon?” Raven said barely able to comprehend what had happened.
“Un-fuckin-believable,” Deacon said. “What happened? I knew you weren’t dead so I assumed you were smart enough to not get caught.”
“I… I was for a while. I was trying to save a child from the shape shifters… but it was a trap.”
“As I said, white hats don’t change.”
“Why did you save me?”
“’Save you?’ I’m merely reclaiming what’s mine. I don’t like other people touching what belongs to me.”
“We’re soul mates.”
“Yes, and because of that I keep thinking about you, all the fuckin’ time. And now I have you.” He glanced at her from the corner of his eye raising an eyebrow. “So, untouched?”
Raven shuddered. “When they bring a new slave in they’re examined to see if they’re…”
“The word you looking for, baby, is virgins.” Deacon wanted to tear someone apart for this injustice. She was his; no one else could touch her. She was his to beat, love, kill, fuck- to do what ever he wished. He would examine this strange fact that he wanted to protect her later. He stopped in front of his building. “I suppose that you’re going to tell me that this was fate.”
She almost smiled. “It does seem that way.” He led her inside and put her in the elevator that led to the penthouse.
“Go take a bath. I’ll be up with some blood.” She obeyed obviously thrilled at the idea of a bath.
Raven went up to the pent house and looked around. It looked like it had been professionally decorated. There were statues of Rodin’s Porte de L’Enfer tastefully displayed throughout the room. A large leather couch and two leather chairs sat in the room facing a huge television. The strangest thing in the room was a gray tabby cat. Raven looked at it for a few seconds and it opened its mouth hissing and revealing large fangs. Weirded out, she walked further into the apartment. Soon she found Deacon’s room.
A huge four post bed, bigger than a king, sat in the middle of the room. The sheets were black and made of pure silk. The comforter was satin. A nice computer desk sat in the corner a long with a bunch of televisions showing various rooms in the building. She went into the bathroom and drew some water adding some bubble bath to it on impulse.
She had managed to keep herself pretty clean but hadn’t been able to take a real bath in over a year. Soon the tub, which was Jacuzzi sized, was filled. Raven stripped off her clothes and sank, happily into the water. She washed her hair and even shaved, not bothering to wonder why there was a razor in his bathtub. She knew Deacon wasn’t the type to remain celibate.
It didn’t matter; she wouldn’t allow herself to fall in love with him. Soul mates or not. Uninvited, Deacon walked into the room. Raven squeaked making sure she was covered by the bubbles. “Hiding from me?” he asked amused. He held out the glass of blood while sitting down on the side of the tub. Raven took it gratefully. Deacon grabbed her arm. “You’re bruised.”
“Yes, well, they weren’t exactly kind to their slaves,” Raven said her tone bitter as she pulled her arm away gently so she could drink. “Thank you, Mr. Frost.”
“Deacon. No one calls me Mr. Frost. I’ll go get you something to wear.” He left and she got out drying herself off. She knew what was bound to happen, she just didn’t know when. She had the towel wrapped around herself when he came back. He shook his head at the sight. “Here, I’ll get some real clothes for you later.” He actually left so she could get dressed in the oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. When she emerged he was sitting on the bed and motioned for her to join him. Her mouth was dry as she complied.