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So, what did that little talk involve, that Pete wanted to have with Deacon?
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“So, I have a friend who knows all about you, Deacon,” Pete said as he leaned against the metal bars of the steel door separating him and Deacon. “I know all about how Beckett tricked you, but what I’m wondering is why did you still stay with him, even after you found out that he was nothing like what he seemed?”
Deacon stared at him, cocking his head slightly as he fed from the packet Pete had given him. I don’t know what you’re talking about, he put his back to Pete as he fed, not wanting to look at him. He could have thought that up on his own, but he didn’t really think Pete was that smart.
“You were walking with a broken arm, he picked you up, wooed you into being his and then, after he had you as his, showed how he really is. And yet you stayed, knowing he was nothing like the man who wooed you, nothing like the vampire who tricked you. You stayed when he lied to you to get you.” Pete smirked slightly. “Am I missing anything?”
Deacon stared at Pete, wondering how he had found out everything about him, wondering who was his inside source that was willing to betray William Beckett by telling him anything about his “Boys.” He finished the packet of blood and moved closer to the door, hiding his surprise when Pete held out his hand instead of waiting for Deacon to get closer. He moved closer, his face very close to Pete’s; so close he could have bitten his obnoxious nose off. “Why do you care so much about my past?” He asked, his voice soft but with the hint of an under-lying growl.
Pete lifted a brow. “You are my prisoner, I think I have a right to know about you,” he finally answered.
“It’s none of your business why I stayed,” Deacon whispered and walked away, stopping and growling when a hand caught his wrist, a thumb purposely brushing over the BB on his wrist. “Let go of me before I rip your fucking throat out,” he warned, turning his head to send a black-eyed glare at Pete.
“Tell me why you stayed and I’ll let you go,” Pete said slowly. He felt something try to brush at his mind but he pushed it back and chuckled. “Cheating’s not very nice you know,” he said with a smirk.
“You’re not very nice, butting into other people’s lives,” Deacon shot back and quickly turned his wrist in Pete’s hand and grabbed hold of Pete’s wrist, twisting it as he moved closer to him. A part of him enjoyed the startled and pained sound slipping past Pete’s lips. He took that moment of distraction to push his way into Pete’s mind.
Pete’s pain vanished from his mind as he found himself wanting to crush his mouth against the mouth that was merely inches from his own. He didn’t know where it was coming from, but all he wanted to do was get rid of the steel door and take Deacon into his arms, pulling him as close as possible. His breathing deepened as his lust increased, his eyes going black as he moved closer to the door. When Deacon’s mouth moved near his, the feeling suddenly vanished and he stared at Deacon, who smirked at him. His pants were painfully too tight and Deacon had long let go of his wrist.
“Stay out of my mind,” Pete growled, baring his fangs at Deacon.
“Stay out of my life,” Deacon countered.
“I just want to know why you stayed. What did he do to make you even want to stay by him when you found out he was nothing like-”
“Because he gave me value,” Deacon’s voice cut off Pete. His eyes had returned to an Arctic blue but had taken on a cold feel to their depths. “I am worth something to him... I was...worth something to him.” Deacon frowned as he walked away from the bars. “Now the only thing I’m worth is some meaningless fuck, so could you please just leave me alone? You want me dead anyway, remember?”
Pete stared at Deacon’s back, listening as the bitterness returned to Deacon’s voice. He frowned and shut the door leading into the holding room and headed down the hallway towards the kitchen, needing some of his mix.
- - - - -
Joe slowly opened his eyes and looked next to him, seeing the bed empty, and then down to see there was no wet spot as if he had gotten off in his sleep. He frowned, wondering if it had just been a dream, but something the vampire had said confused him on the dream part.
“I could easily leave your dreams now if I didn’t want this.”
Was Deacon really in my dreams? He thought as he swung his legs off of his bed, touching his feet to the floor. Did he get into my mind like when I let him feed? He bit his lip and stood up, walking to his closet where he pulled on a pair of well-worn blue jeans and a black T-shirt. He raked a hand through his short curls before he left his room, nearly walking into Pete.
“Hey,” Pete grumbled as he continued to the kitchen with Joe in tow. “Why are you following me?”
“Cos I want to ask you something,” Joe said with a shrug, even though Pete wasn’t looking at him. “Something about vampires.”
Pete cast a glance at him over his shoulder as they walked together to the kitchen where Pete went to work, making the mix that always restrained his vampire blood. “So, what’s the question?” He asked as he chopped up and mixed the usual ingredients together.
“Well, I know you said vampires can read minds, and sometimes control, right?” He asked as he sat on one of the bar stools, watching Pete work, handing him something when asked for it.
“Yeah, why?”
“Well... Can they go into dreams? Like, if you were sleeping and I was a vampire, but you were human again, could I go into your dreams?”
Pete stopped and looked up at Joe, slightly lifting a brow as he frowned. “Why? Did something happen?”
“Well no, but I was only wondering,” Joe answered. “So, could they?”
Pete nodded and went back to making his mix. “Yeah, sometimes it’s to hurt, other times it’s to find out something they want to know if you won’t tell them in your waking mind. Seriously though, if something happened, you need to let me know Joe. I mean it.”
Joe nodded and looked down, picking at his almost non-existent nails, thinking if it had been a dream, or if it had been real. Part of him wanted to know, because he needed to know if all it was to Deacon was a thank you due to the vampire standing across from him. The other part of him just wanted to say thank you, but worried that if it had just been a dream, the vampire with the sexy eyes would laugh at him. And Joe just didn’t handle rejection well.
Deacon stared at him, cocking his head slightly as he fed from the packet Pete had given him. I don’t know what you’re talking about, he put his back to Pete as he fed, not wanting to look at him. He could have thought that up on his own, but he didn’t really think Pete was that smart.
“You were walking with a broken arm, he picked you up, wooed you into being his and then, after he had you as his, showed how he really is. And yet you stayed, knowing he was nothing like the man who wooed you, nothing like the vampire who tricked you. You stayed when he lied to you to get you.” Pete smirked slightly. “Am I missing anything?”
Deacon stared at Pete, wondering how he had found out everything about him, wondering who was his inside source that was willing to betray William Beckett by telling him anything about his “Boys.” He finished the packet of blood and moved closer to the door, hiding his surprise when Pete held out his hand instead of waiting for Deacon to get closer. He moved closer, his face very close to Pete’s; so close he could have bitten his obnoxious nose off. “Why do you care so much about my past?” He asked, his voice soft but with the hint of an under-lying growl.
Pete lifted a brow. “You are my prisoner, I think I have a right to know about you,” he finally answered.
“It’s none of your business why I stayed,” Deacon whispered and walked away, stopping and growling when a hand caught his wrist, a thumb purposely brushing over the BB on his wrist. “Let go of me before I rip your fucking throat out,” he warned, turning his head to send a black-eyed glare at Pete.
“Tell me why you stayed and I’ll let you go,” Pete said slowly. He felt something try to brush at his mind but he pushed it back and chuckled. “Cheating’s not very nice you know,” he said with a smirk.
“You’re not very nice, butting into other people’s lives,” Deacon shot back and quickly turned his wrist in Pete’s hand and grabbed hold of Pete’s wrist, twisting it as he moved closer to him. A part of him enjoyed the startled and pained sound slipping past Pete’s lips. He took that moment of distraction to push his way into Pete’s mind.
Pete’s pain vanished from his mind as he found himself wanting to crush his mouth against the mouth that was merely inches from his own. He didn’t know where it was coming from, but all he wanted to do was get rid of the steel door and take Deacon into his arms, pulling him as close as possible. His breathing deepened as his lust increased, his eyes going black as he moved closer to the door. When Deacon’s mouth moved near his, the feeling suddenly vanished and he stared at Deacon, who smirked at him. His pants were painfully too tight and Deacon had long let go of his wrist.
“Stay out of my mind,” Pete growled, baring his fangs at Deacon.
“Stay out of my life,” Deacon countered.
“I just want to know why you stayed. What did he do to make you even want to stay by him when you found out he was nothing like-”
“Because he gave me value,” Deacon’s voice cut off Pete. His eyes had returned to an Arctic blue but had taken on a cold feel to their depths. “I am worth something to him... I was...worth something to him.” Deacon frowned as he walked away from the bars. “Now the only thing I’m worth is some meaningless fuck, so could you please just leave me alone? You want me dead anyway, remember?”
Pete stared at Deacon’s back, listening as the bitterness returned to Deacon’s voice. He frowned and shut the door leading into the holding room and headed down the hallway towards the kitchen, needing some of his mix.
- - - - -
Joe slowly opened his eyes and looked next to him, seeing the bed empty, and then down to see there was no wet spot as if he had gotten off in his sleep. He frowned, wondering if it had just been a dream, but something the vampire had said confused him on the dream part.
“I could easily leave your dreams now if I didn’t want this.”
Was Deacon really in my dreams? He thought as he swung his legs off of his bed, touching his feet to the floor. Did he get into my mind like when I let him feed? He bit his lip and stood up, walking to his closet where he pulled on a pair of well-worn blue jeans and a black T-shirt. He raked a hand through his short curls before he left his room, nearly walking into Pete.
“Hey,” Pete grumbled as he continued to the kitchen with Joe in tow. “Why are you following me?”
“Cos I want to ask you something,” Joe said with a shrug, even though Pete wasn’t looking at him. “Something about vampires.”
Pete cast a glance at him over his shoulder as they walked together to the kitchen where Pete went to work, making the mix that always restrained his vampire blood. “So, what’s the question?” He asked as he chopped up and mixed the usual ingredients together.
“Well, I know you said vampires can read minds, and sometimes control, right?” He asked as he sat on one of the bar stools, watching Pete work, handing him something when asked for it.
“Yeah, why?”
“Well... Can they go into dreams? Like, if you were sleeping and I was a vampire, but you were human again, could I go into your dreams?”
Pete stopped and looked up at Joe, slightly lifting a brow as he frowned. “Why? Did something happen?”
“Well no, but I was only wondering,” Joe answered. “So, could they?”
Pete nodded and went back to making his mix. “Yeah, sometimes it’s to hurt, other times it’s to find out something they want to know if you won’t tell them in your waking mind. Seriously though, if something happened, you need to let me know Joe. I mean it.”
Joe nodded and looked down, picking at his almost non-existent nails, thinking if it had been a dream, or if it had been real. Part of him wanted to know, because he needed to know if all it was to Deacon was a thank you due to the vampire standing across from him. The other part of him just wanted to say thank you, but worried that if it had just been a dream, the vampire with the sexy eyes would laugh at him. And Joe just didn’t handle rejection well.
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