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Deacon frowned when the TV muted without him touching the remote, leaving him in a silent room. Looking around, he saw that no one else was near him, and he realized just how quiet the rest of the mansion was; considering how many people currently lived within its walls. He got up from the couch had been laying on and opened his mouth to call out to anyone, only to have a moment of panic when no sound came out. Taking a deep breath, he attempted to give what should have been a loud scream, only to have no sound come from his mouth. One thing that did reach him though, was the sudden, strong smell of a vast amount of blood.
Following the strong smell, he found it led him to a gruesome, macabre scene of murder and mayhem in Tom's bedroom; all but one being in the room was dead. Deacon let his eyes take in the bloody scene, his stomach turning repeatedly with each body his eyes fell upon.
A savagely ripped out throat proved to be the cause of death for Patrick, whose head lay at an unnatural angle. Pete, who laid near him, also with his throat ripped out, had blood smeared across his mouth, confusing Deacon since it appeared as if Pete had been the one to murder Patrick, drawing a small, confused frown to Deacon's face. His eyes drifted to Gabe, whose head was missing from between his shoulders before his eyes landed on Tom and Andrew's bodies before they moved to rest of the sole survivor in the bloody room; William Beckett. His skin prickled when he saw the vampire's face, and the blood that was splattered on the elegant clothes, and the smeared blood on his face.
“You look utterly appalled, love,” William purred in his mind, “surprised as well if I didn't know any better.”
“What have you done, William?” Deacon questioned softly, startled when he found himself able to speak once more as a lump rose in his throat. “I thought Valencia fixed you?”
William's mouth split open in a silent laugh that shook his shoulders, and echoed in Deacon's mind, as he spread his arms to motion to the gore. “Obviously not my dear, dear Deacon,” he replied as he approached Deacon. “Did you honestly think I could be so easily defeated?”
“But I thought it wasn't really you that was evil?” Deacon didn't move away from William as he came closer, but stayed in his spot to show he wasn't afraid of his previous master. “I thought it was only because she took away your sense of freedom that made you evil?”
William ceased his movements less than a foot away from Deacon, studying him with amusement in his eyes. “You think you have a chance of standing against me?” He asked as he arched his brow.
Deacon shook his head and startled William by reaching up to tuck hair behind his ear. “I know you're not evil, William,” he answered, frowning as he studied the older male before him. “I saw the true you when she stripped you of your freedom.” William replied, baring his fangs in disgust at the insult Deacon had delivered without trying. “Not what I am now.”
“So you did have some good in you a one point...” Deacon looked down at his fallen friends and frowned deeply. “William, why...”
“Finally finishing a job I have been working on for a while now,” William answered, tilting his head as he stared at his old pet. “Why does this seem so hard for you to understand?”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“You're not going to try to fight me?” William questioned, feeling completely confused by the submissive nature Deacon was displaying to him. “Have you gone daft?”
Deacon slowly shook his head and motioned to the gore that lay at their feet. “Why should I bother fighting, William?” He gently challenged. “I see what you've done to everyone else, what would be the point?” He took a step back to get a better look at his fallen friends. “I know you like the thrill of the chase William, but you're not getting it from me. I'm sorry...”
William reached forward and lifted Deacon's chin to make him meet his gaze. “You're surrendering?”
“Yes... I'll try not to ruin your victory...”
William reached further and cupped his hand around the nape of Deacon's neck to draw him closer, looking at the broken male before him. “You truly give up, Deacon?” When Deacon gave a defeated nod, William tenderly captured Deacon's mouth with his own.
Deacon, completely caught off guard by the tenderness of the kiss on his lips, found himself relaxing into it for reasons unknown to him, as he reached up and placed his hand on William's blood-caked cheek, seeking more. As William's arm snaked around his waist, he allowed himself to be pulled closer and gave a soft, eager whimper as William's free hand tangled into his mohawk and held his head close to his own. “I don't understand...”
“You're mine, Deacon,” William replied as his hand slid under the back of Deacon's shirt to softly stroke the small of his back. “And this time, you won't forget it.”
Deacon groaned softly in pain as he slowly opened his eyes to the blinding white light of the sterile hospital room, blinking them to adjust to the harsh light as he looked around in utter, complete confusion. His eyes darted to the figure in the chair by the hospital bed, and it took him a moment to realize it was only his brother, whose head was leaned back as he snored softly. He looked to his right and saw the heart monitor by the bed, listening to the sudden and erratic beeping of his heart rate as his mind swam in confusion.
The sudden change in his brother's heart rate woke Sabine with a start, leaving him expecting to see the worse, but he smiled wide when he saw his baby brother's eyes open as he looked around. “Hey buddy,” he said as he got up and hit the call nurse button. “I'll stay with you as long as they let me, okay?”
Deacon furrowed his brow in confusion as a nurse walked in and questioned Sabine as to what was going on, but when she saw for herself he was awake, quickly left the room. He looked at Sabine and gave a questioning look, his head starting to pound from confusion. He would have asked the words burning in his mind, but there was some sort of tube in his mouth and throat that was making it hard for him to draw a breath.
“I'll explain everything as soon as I can, okay bro?” Sabine softly stroked Deacon's messy mop of hair as he bit his lip, sniffling while he obviously fought back tears.
- - - - -
Sabine paced the hallway outside of his brother's hospital room, waiting for the doctor to let him know when he could go back in to see his brother. For the longest time they had thought Deacon wouldn't wake up, but now he was awake, his brother was back, and he couldn't wait to get back in the room to see him. Four months now he had been in a coma and everyday it was looking more and more like he wasn't going to come back to him, but now he had. The car accident he had gotten into when a drunk driver had crashed into the side of his car had almost taken him from Sabine, but now Deacon would be okay, and that was all that mattered.
[Author's Note: Yes, that is the end, no more having to wait for updates for it =) Hopefully you liked the ending I went for, but I won't know what you think unless you leave a review =) Thanks for sticking by me to the end of this, all of those who have. It's been a fun ride.]
Following the strong smell, he found it led him to a gruesome, macabre scene of murder and mayhem in Tom's bedroom; all but one being in the room was dead. Deacon let his eyes take in the bloody scene, his stomach turning repeatedly with each body his eyes fell upon.
A savagely ripped out throat proved to be the cause of death for Patrick, whose head lay at an unnatural angle. Pete, who laid near him, also with his throat ripped out, had blood smeared across his mouth, confusing Deacon since it appeared as if Pete had been the one to murder Patrick, drawing a small, confused frown to Deacon's face. His eyes drifted to Gabe, whose head was missing from between his shoulders before his eyes landed on Tom and Andrew's bodies before they moved to rest of the sole survivor in the bloody room; William Beckett. His skin prickled when he saw the vampire's face, and the blood that was splattered on the elegant clothes, and the smeared blood on his face.
“You look utterly appalled, love,” William purred in his mind, “surprised as well if I didn't know any better.”
“What have you done, William?” Deacon questioned softly, startled when he found himself able to speak once more as a lump rose in his throat. “I thought Valencia fixed you?”
William's mouth split open in a silent laugh that shook his shoulders, and echoed in Deacon's mind, as he spread his arms to motion to the gore. “Obviously not my dear, dear Deacon,” he replied as he approached Deacon. “Did you honestly think I could be so easily defeated?”
“But I thought it wasn't really you that was evil?” Deacon didn't move away from William as he came closer, but stayed in his spot to show he wasn't afraid of his previous master. “I thought it was only because she took away your sense of freedom that made you evil?”
William ceased his movements less than a foot away from Deacon, studying him with amusement in his eyes. “You think you have a chance of standing against me?” He asked as he arched his brow.
Deacon shook his head and startled William by reaching up to tuck hair behind his ear. “I know you're not evil, William,” he answered, frowning as he studied the older male before him. “I saw the true you when she stripped you of your freedom.” William replied, baring his fangs in disgust at the insult Deacon had delivered without trying. “Not what I am now.”
“So you did have some good in you a one point...” Deacon looked down at his fallen friends and frowned deeply. “William, why...”
“Finally finishing a job I have been working on for a while now,” William answered, tilting his head as he stared at his old pet. “Why does this seem so hard for you to understand?”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“You're not going to try to fight me?” William questioned, feeling completely confused by the submissive nature Deacon was displaying to him. “Have you gone daft?”
Deacon slowly shook his head and motioned to the gore that lay at their feet. “Why should I bother fighting, William?” He gently challenged. “I see what you've done to everyone else, what would be the point?” He took a step back to get a better look at his fallen friends. “I know you like the thrill of the chase William, but you're not getting it from me. I'm sorry...”
William reached forward and lifted Deacon's chin to make him meet his gaze. “You're surrendering?”
“Yes... I'll try not to ruin your victory...”
William reached further and cupped his hand around the nape of Deacon's neck to draw him closer, looking at the broken male before him. “You truly give up, Deacon?” When Deacon gave a defeated nod, William tenderly captured Deacon's mouth with his own.
Deacon, completely caught off guard by the tenderness of the kiss on his lips, found himself relaxing into it for reasons unknown to him, as he reached up and placed his hand on William's blood-caked cheek, seeking more. As William's arm snaked around his waist, he allowed himself to be pulled closer and gave a soft, eager whimper as William's free hand tangled into his mohawk and held his head close to his own. “I don't understand...”
“You're mine, Deacon,” William replied as his hand slid under the back of Deacon's shirt to softly stroke the small of his back. “And this time, you won't forget it.”
Deacon groaned softly in pain as he slowly opened his eyes to the blinding white light of the sterile hospital room, blinking them to adjust to the harsh light as he looked around in utter, complete confusion. His eyes darted to the figure in the chair by the hospital bed, and it took him a moment to realize it was only his brother, whose head was leaned back as he snored softly. He looked to his right and saw the heart monitor by the bed, listening to the sudden and erratic beeping of his heart rate as his mind swam in confusion.
The sudden change in his brother's heart rate woke Sabine with a start, leaving him expecting to see the worse, but he smiled wide when he saw his baby brother's eyes open as he looked around. “Hey buddy,” he said as he got up and hit the call nurse button. “I'll stay with you as long as they let me, okay?”
Deacon furrowed his brow in confusion as a nurse walked in and questioned Sabine as to what was going on, but when she saw for herself he was awake, quickly left the room. He looked at Sabine and gave a questioning look, his head starting to pound from confusion. He would have asked the words burning in his mind, but there was some sort of tube in his mouth and throat that was making it hard for him to draw a breath.
“I'll explain everything as soon as I can, okay bro?” Sabine softly stroked Deacon's messy mop of hair as he bit his lip, sniffling while he obviously fought back tears.
- - - - -
Sabine paced the hallway outside of his brother's hospital room, waiting for the doctor to let him know when he could go back in to see his brother. For the longest time they had thought Deacon wouldn't wake up, but now he was awake, his brother was back, and he couldn't wait to get back in the room to see him. Four months now he had been in a coma and everyday it was looking more and more like he wasn't going to come back to him, but now he had. The car accident he had gotten into when a drunk driver had crashed into the side of his car had almost taken him from Sabine, but now Deacon would be okay, and that was all that mattered.
[Author's Note: Yes, that is the end, no more having to wait for updates for it =) Hopefully you liked the ending I went for, but I won't know what you think unless you leave a review =) Thanks for sticking by me to the end of this, all of those who have. It's been a fun ride.]
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