Frost's Soulmate
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Adult +
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16
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Wounded
Wounded
~*~
"Let me break it down till I force the issue
You never come around, and you know we miss you
Well, nobody took your pride away
That’s something people say
Back down the bully to the back of the bus
Cause it’s time for them to be scared of us
Till you’re yelling, how we living cause you got the ball
Then you rock on baby, rock on, you rock on
You’re a summer time hottie with her socks in the air
Screaming I don’t care, baby, I don’t care"
-Third Eye Blind
~*~
Deacon leaned back into the pillows. “Tell me what happened.”
“What do you want to know?” Raven asked
“Let’s start with how you’ve kept yourself alive and move on to why you’re so scared of me right now.”
“Scared?”
“Yes, scared. I can see it in you’re eyes, sweetheart and I can smell it,” he leaned in close to her neck and breathed in her scent, “on your skin.”
“I… I’m not scared of you… not really.”
“What the fuck do you mean: ‘Not really?’ I have been so fuckin’ courteous of you-”
Raven dropped her eyes, Deacon frowned, she had never been so submissive. “I know, and believe me, I’m grateful. If you hadn’t come along today… I don’t know what would have happened.”
“I do. I seen what the great and powerful Night World does if you anger them. How old are you, Raven?”
“Twenty.”
Deacon blinked. “You were only seventeen when we met?”
“Yeah.”
“You seemed older.”
“I’ve been told that I was too mature for my own good,” Raven said with a fond smile that faded as her heart clenched in her chest. Jez. She tried to make sure that her inner turmoil was masked. Deacon still frowned.
“What do you mean?”
Raven smiled again. “The term wet blanket has been used.”
Deacon laughed. “You never answered my first question.”
“I’m not really scared of you,” she assured him. “Just of… men.”
“Did someone hurt you? Tell me who.”
“I don’t even know.”
“Baby,” Deacon said, his voice as gentle as he knew to make it, “I suggest you tell me what happened.”
Raven took a deep breath. “I was captured by a group of slave hunters. They were going to… I managed to talk them into letting me pleasure them instead.” She looked away. “I- I was scared and I didn’t want my first time to be like that.”
“Why didn’t you call for me?”
“I tried, I couldn’t get through. I didn’t know if you’d hear me, I didn’t even know if you were alive.”
Deacon winced. The dreams. “It’s okay. Why don’t you get some sleep? There’s some stuff I need to do.”
“Thank you, for everything. Should I sleep here?”
“Sure.” He kissed her on the cheek. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” Raven curled up in his bed wearing his shirt. Forcing the thoughts that brought up away, he left the room. He walked down the stars instead of taking the elevator to work off some of the excess energy that made him want to rip someone apart.
“Problems?” Quinn asked once Deacon went into their main room, an office outfitted to receive guests as well.
Deacon didn’t bother answering. “Get some computer smart lackey’s together. I want the name of every vampire, shape shifter, and witch who was in a hunting party Thursday. Tell them I want as many details as they can give me. Tell me right away when you find the names.” Quinn wrote that down. It was a good idea, since Deacon got really angry when someone messed up, and Quinn was kind of forgetful.
“Sure, Deac. Can I ask why?”
“No.”
Quinn nodded with a shrug. “I figured. I’ll get right on it. Anything else?”
“I need clothes, women’s clothes.”
“Okay. What type?”
“Everything.” He gave Quinn her measurements in everything. Quinn just stared at him. “What?”
“Do you have a seamstress up there?”
Deacon grinned. “I know women.”
“I’ll get right on it, boss.” Deacon’s next stop was his kitchen.
“Deac!” a man exclaimed raising a glass of blood in a salute.
“Ash, I found one of yours today.”
Ash sat up a little straighter. “Really? Who?”
“Raven.”
“She okay? I thought for sure that she was dead after the Night World’s raid on Jez’s safe house. The poor kid, all her friends have died.”
“She’s fine, physically. I’m trying to get some clothes for her.”
“Will she stay? Raven’s been on the dark side before, she didn’t like it.”
“True, but your girl didn’t exactly like being here at first.”
“You raise a good point. Besides, none of us have a choice now.” Deacon turned on his faucet, which now poured out blood from a separate spigot. He poured himself a glass. His building was home to several Daybreakers. His rules were simple. Make yourself useful and you can stay, or you can get out.
Ash, he had taken in out of a rare moment of pity. The young lamia had shown up one night clutching his dying soul mate and sobbing. Deacon had allowed him inside and Ash had started the process of turning Mary-Lynette. Now Ash got the entertainment for his clubs. Mary-Lynnette was smart enough to be put in charge of the running of some of the clubs; she did the hiring and balanced the funds. Deacon washed the glass.
“It’s almost dawn. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“We finally caught that girl, Abigail and the former vampire,” Ash said. “Do you want us to take them out or what?”
Deacon blinked. Why hadn’t Quinn told him this? “Leave them overnight. Let them wonder. I’ll deal with them tomorrow.”
“I’ll pass it on.”
“Good night.” Deacon rode the elevator back up and walked into his penthouse. Mr. Whiskers was laying on the chair. Deacon petted him absently as he passed. The cat batted at him. Deacon walked into his bedroom and got undressed throwing his clothes into the hamper.
He left on his boxer-briefs only because he didn’t want her to be uncomfortable. He climbed into the bed careful not to wake her. He could see tracks of tears down Raven’s cheeks. Deacon sighed brushing her hair back. “Sweet dreams, baby.”
~*~
"Let me break it down till I force the issue
You never come around, and you know we miss you
Well, nobody took your pride away
That’s something people say
Back down the bully to the back of the bus
Cause it’s time for them to be scared of us
Till you’re yelling, how we living cause you got the ball
Then you rock on baby, rock on, you rock on
You’re a summer time hottie with her socks in the air
Screaming I don’t care, baby, I don’t care"
-Third Eye Blind
~*~
Deacon leaned back into the pillows. “Tell me what happened.”
“What do you want to know?” Raven asked
“Let’s start with how you’ve kept yourself alive and move on to why you’re so scared of me right now.”
“Scared?”
“Yes, scared. I can see it in you’re eyes, sweetheart and I can smell it,” he leaned in close to her neck and breathed in her scent, “on your skin.”
“I… I’m not scared of you… not really.”
“What the fuck do you mean: ‘Not really?’ I have been so fuckin’ courteous of you-”
Raven dropped her eyes, Deacon frowned, she had never been so submissive. “I know, and believe me, I’m grateful. If you hadn’t come along today… I don’t know what would have happened.”
“I do. I seen what the great and powerful Night World does if you anger them. How old are you, Raven?”
“Twenty.”
Deacon blinked. “You were only seventeen when we met?”
“Yeah.”
“You seemed older.”
“I’ve been told that I was too mature for my own good,” Raven said with a fond smile that faded as her heart clenched in her chest. Jez. She tried to make sure that her inner turmoil was masked. Deacon still frowned.
“What do you mean?”
Raven smiled again. “The term wet blanket has been used.”
Deacon laughed. “You never answered my first question.”
“I’m not really scared of you,” she assured him. “Just of… men.”
“Did someone hurt you? Tell me who.”
“I don’t even know.”
“Baby,” Deacon said, his voice as gentle as he knew to make it, “I suggest you tell me what happened.”
Raven took a deep breath. “I was captured by a group of slave hunters. They were going to… I managed to talk them into letting me pleasure them instead.” She looked away. “I- I was scared and I didn’t want my first time to be like that.”
“Why didn’t you call for me?”
“I tried, I couldn’t get through. I didn’t know if you’d hear me, I didn’t even know if you were alive.”
Deacon winced. The dreams. “It’s okay. Why don’t you get some sleep? There’s some stuff I need to do.”
“Thank you, for everything. Should I sleep here?”
“Sure.” He kissed her on the cheek. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” Raven curled up in his bed wearing his shirt. Forcing the thoughts that brought up away, he left the room. He walked down the stars instead of taking the elevator to work off some of the excess energy that made him want to rip someone apart.
“Problems?” Quinn asked once Deacon went into their main room, an office outfitted to receive guests as well.
Deacon didn’t bother answering. “Get some computer smart lackey’s together. I want the name of every vampire, shape shifter, and witch who was in a hunting party Thursday. Tell them I want as many details as they can give me. Tell me right away when you find the names.” Quinn wrote that down. It was a good idea, since Deacon got really angry when someone messed up, and Quinn was kind of forgetful.
“Sure, Deac. Can I ask why?”
“No.”
Quinn nodded with a shrug. “I figured. I’ll get right on it. Anything else?”
“I need clothes, women’s clothes.”
“Okay. What type?”
“Everything.” He gave Quinn her measurements in everything. Quinn just stared at him. “What?”
“Do you have a seamstress up there?”
Deacon grinned. “I know women.”
“I’ll get right on it, boss.” Deacon’s next stop was his kitchen.
“Deac!” a man exclaimed raising a glass of blood in a salute.
“Ash, I found one of yours today.”
Ash sat up a little straighter. “Really? Who?”
“Raven.”
“She okay? I thought for sure that she was dead after the Night World’s raid on Jez’s safe house. The poor kid, all her friends have died.”
“She’s fine, physically. I’m trying to get some clothes for her.”
“Will she stay? Raven’s been on the dark side before, she didn’t like it.”
“True, but your girl didn’t exactly like being here at first.”
“You raise a good point. Besides, none of us have a choice now.” Deacon turned on his faucet, which now poured out blood from a separate spigot. He poured himself a glass. His building was home to several Daybreakers. His rules were simple. Make yourself useful and you can stay, or you can get out.
Ash, he had taken in out of a rare moment of pity. The young lamia had shown up one night clutching his dying soul mate and sobbing. Deacon had allowed him inside and Ash had started the process of turning Mary-Lynette. Now Ash got the entertainment for his clubs. Mary-Lynnette was smart enough to be put in charge of the running of some of the clubs; she did the hiring and balanced the funds. Deacon washed the glass.
“It’s almost dawn. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“We finally caught that girl, Abigail and the former vampire,” Ash said. “Do you want us to take them out or what?”
Deacon blinked. Why hadn’t Quinn told him this? “Leave them overnight. Let them wonder. I’ll deal with them tomorrow.”
“I’ll pass it on.”
“Good night.” Deacon rode the elevator back up and walked into his penthouse. Mr. Whiskers was laying on the chair. Deacon petted him absently as he passed. The cat batted at him. Deacon walked into his bedroom and got undressed throwing his clothes into the hamper.
He left on his boxer-briefs only because he didn’t want her to be uncomfortable. He climbed into the bed careful not to wake her. He could see tracks of tears down Raven’s cheeks. Deacon sighed brushing her hair back. “Sweet dreams, baby.”