LSNY: Returning Home
Deacon rode the elevator back up into his personal quarters. It had been a full two weeks since he'd even stepped foot in the place. The three days that he had been whole he had spent enacting his revenge. That had been good for him. Hell, he was even over being so furious that he had been blown up. Fuck, he'd been pretty pissed off about that
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Place had been packed as usual. And they stared, oh how they stared as she made her way through the dancefloor to the back room. And just as she was getting close to the door of the computer room, someone flipped a switch and blood rained down on her - on them all. Pepper'd ran, nearly slipping on the crimson colored floor as she raced for safety - only to find Raquel barring the way. Raquel, blonde hair stained red, the red matching her eyes. Raquel, who laughed and told Pepper that she'd had heard through the grapevine that her lover, the mighty blood god had got himself blown up. "Shame you can't be with him." Raquel laughed at the stunned human. "Oh wait, you can." And she proceeded to lift Pepper up into the air by her shirt and throw her back into the crowd.
If it weren't for Petre, she'd have been ripped apart right there and then in the insanity. But he was there, no clue how but he was there standing over her small form. Holding off the frenzy long enough to level those massive fists and feet at any vampire that came near her. Sure she was scratched, beat and bruised - but because of Petre she'd never been bitten. Not once. Finally, Petre had found enough room to pick her up and carry her out after having words with Raquel - words in a language Pepper just didn't understand. But he got her home safely, back to the penthouse; straining against the blood frenzy the entire time. Dropping her on the couch inside the penthouse, he turned and spoke to two of the bouncers that had accompanied him up the elevator. Then he'd bent down and looked at her, his huge hands surprisingly gentle as they tucked her tangled hair back behind her ears. He waited long enough to make sure her glazed eyes were focussed on him before telling her in heavily accented english "When he returns, tell him who was loyal."
When she awoke next they were gone, the penthouse was silent. Her wounds had crusted over, but moving ripped the tears open again as she made her way to the bathroom and the shower to wash up. Her side hurt, made it hard to breath. She turned the water on hot, let it steam up the room as she leaned against the counter. She looked once in the mirror, seeing the deep bruise on her cheek, and the split lip, the scratches on her shoulders, the deep dark mark on the on the right side of her chest. Broken rib, I bet. Turning her head away, she stepped into the shower and proceded to slowly wash the blood off her body, finally allowing herself to cry. "Deacon, where are you"
And it was here that she was when Deacon walked in the apartment.
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Frost wasn't one to yell, so he just padded through the condo towards the bathroom. Steam poured out as he opened the door and stood in the doorjamb.
"Miss me?"
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"Deacon!!" She slid on the wet floor, crying out and holding her side but she was still up in a flash and in his arms, splashing water everywhere as she held him and cried.
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"What the fuck?"
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"Toldmeyou'ddied, told me you got blown up, you were dead, she.. oh god you're alive, you're alive."
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He ran his finger along the bruises on her face. "Looks like you didn't do so hot in my absence."
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"I'm ok, would you believe I ran into a.. no, you wouldn't." She gave him half a smile, splitting her lip open again and tasting the blood once more. She winced with pain, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth and hide her wound, suddenly embarrassed.
"The clubs are doing fine, and the mortgage on your new property is paid up and.. and Deacon she tried to kill me. Set me up, and rained blood on me in the middle of the dancefloor in 'After Dark' after telling me there was a computer problem."
"Petre saved my life, they tried to tear me apart Deacon. Blood frenzy, they tried to.." She turned her head and held him as she sobbed.
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Deacon didn't quite know what to do with a sobbing Pepper. He was fucking pissed off that somebody did this to her though. It looked like he'd have to get revenge on more than just the hunters.
His voice was cold. "Who?"
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Reaching up and kissing his cheek, leaving a blooded lip print, she then turned and reached for her towel. She avoided his eyes as she wrapped it around herself, concentrating on getting ahold of her emotions once more. The shock of seeing him had worn off, the pain was a dull ache, and in the back of her mind a dark spark of rage was lit, burning brighter with each passing second.
That bitch had tried to kill her. Bitch was gonna pay.
Her voice calm, she reached out one arm to her lover. "Come on. Let's discuss ths someplace more comfortable. The bathroom is too small for this kind of conversation."
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"Right. What do you have in mind?"
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Her lips twisted into a dark smile and she looked up at him. "Gonna destroy every fucking thing she ever held dear. Then I'm going to kill her."
Walking ahead of him out the door, her voice floated back. "And you Deacon? You have been sadly neglectful, blood god. Let's go in the bedroom and we can discuss how you can make it up to me."
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"Raquel? She's been one of the most loyal...Jesus Christ. I'll kill her myself."
He's too wrapped up in being pissed off to notice her last comment. Fucking hell he wants to kill something. Again.
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"Come on, you can come help me plan my revenge on your ex-most loyal business managers."
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"Sure. Yeah. I've done my murderous rampage for week. That sounds better. But I'll warn you now...I haven't gotten any for two fucking weeks. I'm going to do more than hold you."
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"All I ask is that you're careful this time babe. My side kinda.. well I'll show you when we get in there ok?"
Once in the bed room, she slowly undid her towel and let it fall to the floor at her feet. Silently, staring at the floor she let him stare, let him see the marks on her body.
Then she twisted her head to the side, slowly slid down onto the bed, side aching badly as she lay back on a pillow. Lying there over the covers and waiting for him to come to her.
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He slid into bed beside you. "We need to get you to a fucking hospital."
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