sinful_minx: (curled in)
Ahum, December 12, 2008. I'm tired. There, I've said it. And I'll probably never say it again outside of this journal. Deacon, I'm tired of the fighting and the fears, of being alone and missing you so fucking much! Only time I rest, only time I can rest is when I'm asleep and dreaming of you. And when I do... it, you, us - we become my reality, my only reality. You're so alive to me, I can touch you, and when I wake I swear I can feel your lips on mine, your flesh... if I were a more supersticious person I'd swear you're trying to contact me from beyond, you know? Hell, where do vampire's go when they die? Where do Vampire Gods go when they die?

I thought I heard you whisper my name... I woke with the echo of your voice in my ears, I. I can't tell if it's my imagination, my desires creating you in my mind, or hell Deacon, are you calling me to join you? God, that almost sounds insane lover; you know that right? And sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy here! And yet. Yet, I'm starting to wish, I'm starting to think. I mean hell, at one time I thought that the idea of vampires being real was insane, but if they are real, why can't ghosts? Why are you haunting me, baby?

Whatever, I don't care why. Just please, please don't stop. You're the only light I have right now, and even if I am exhausted when I wake up, those times when I sleep are the only times I... you are the only time I feel safe. Feel loved. Feel like it's worth it to keep going.

Deacon sometimes, when it's dark, and I'm alone here in our home I just wish I could give it up and go to you. I'm tired, baby. So tired. I'd never admit it to anyone, not a soul. Hell, not even you. I want to, so much. What am I doing this for? When I die, all that we - all that you and I worked for will be destroyed by those bastards that want to take over your legacy. They aren't fit to wipe your boots with their tongues, jackals, the lot of them. Maybe that's why I keep going. Just to make sure they don't win. They won't win, not if I have to destroy every one of them. And to destroy you murderers. I didn't, I won't forget, I'll never forgive. And I will find a way, before they put me down - before I go down. I will find a way.

It's Christmas time, lover. It actually snowed here last week. Made me miss New York, and our old place before it got blown up. Made me remember how it felt out walking with you at night. I remember the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree, walking around Times Square and seeing all the bright lights, and sitting outside on New Years Eve, watching the fire works while snow fell on our skin and we made such love in the hot tub. Hell, I haven't even put up a Christmas tree. O'Connor says I should, he keeps telling me that I must keep up appearances, must make the other's think that all is normal, all is well. He's trying to help me, I know that. But I don't want to, and I won't. Let them think I'm too busy this year, let them believe that I still mourn you instead of being resigned to my future. It's the truth! It's probably the only truth that I have left.

I miss you Deacon. And where ever you are, where ever you went, oh gods I wish I were with you.
sinful_minx: (curled in)
Ahum, December 12, 2008. I'm tired. There, I've said it. And I'll probably never say it again outside of this journal. Deacon, I'm tired of the fighting and the fears, of being alone and missing you so fucking much! Only time I rest, only time I can rest is when I'm asleep and dreaming of you. And when I do... it, you, us - we become my reality, my only reality. You're so alive to me, I can touch you, and when I wake I swear I can feel your lips on mine, your flesh... if I were a more supersticious person I'd swear you're trying to contact me from beyond, you know? Hell, where do vampire's go when they die? Where do Vampire Gods go when they die?

I thought I heard you whisper my name... I woke with the echo of your voice in my ears, I. I can't tell if it's my imagination, my desires creating you in my mind, or hell Deacon, are you calling me to join you? God, that almost sounds insane lover; you know that right? And sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy here! And yet. Yet, I'm starting to wish, I'm starting to think. I mean hell, at one time I thought that the idea of vampires being real was insane, but if they are real, why can't ghosts? Why are you haunting me, baby?

Whatever, I don't care why. Just please, please don't stop. You're the only light I have right now, and even if I am exhausted when I wake up, those times when I sleep are the only times I... you are the only time I feel safe. Feel loved. Feel like it's worth it to keep going.

Deacon sometimes, when it's dark, and I'm alone here in our home I just wish I could give it up and go to you. I'm tired, baby. So tired. I'd never admit it to anyone, not a soul. Hell, not even you. I want to, so much. What am I doing this for? When I die, all that we - all that you and I worked for will be destroyed by those bastards that want to take over your legacy. They aren't fit to wipe your boots with their tongues, jackals, the lot of them. Maybe that's why I keep going. Just to make sure they don't win. They won't win, not if I have to destroy every one of them. And to destroy you murderers. I didn't, I won't forget, I'll never forgive. And I will find a way, before they put me down - before I go down. I will find a way.

It's Christmas time, lover. It actually snowed here last week. Made me miss New York, and our old place before it got blown up. Made me remember how it felt out walking with you at night. I remember the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree, walking around Times Square and seeing all the bright lights, and sitting outside on New Years Eve, watching the fire works while snow fell on our skin and we made such love in the hot tub. Hell, I haven't even put up a Christmas tree. O'Connor says I should, he keeps telling me that I must keep up appearances, must make the other's think that all is normal, all is well. He's trying to help me, I know that. But I don't want to, and I won't. Let them think I'm too busy this year, let them believe that I still mourn you instead of being resigned to my future. It's the truth! It's probably the only truth that I have left.

I miss you Deacon. And where ever you are, where ever you went, oh gods I wish I were with you.
sinful_minx: (nice as candy)
I would give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
Your the closest thing to heaven and I don't want to go home right now

- Iris, by the Goo Goo Dolls.

Damn him for looking like an angel as he slept. She just couldn't get the difference out of her head, the difference between his actions and his looks. Especially when he looked like this, dead to the world on the bed, his once-spiked short hair now matted against the pillow. His eyes closed, those lashes curling on his cheek, long as any girls. And that smile, less of a smirk now, more a true smile. Never innocent, but not nearly so wicked as when he was awake.

Pepper reached out to touch him then stopped half way, pulling her hand back to tuck into her blazer pocket. It wouldn't do to wake him up now. She had business meetings to attend, and errands to run, and if she woke him up now they'd be up for hours, but she'd never make it out of the bedroom. Or out of bed.

On stocking feet she tip-toed away, pausing at the door to take one last look at her lover as the steel colored cover lowered to seal in the huge bed-like sarcophagus. He was dead to the world alright, but more than that, he was dead period. At least while the sun was shining.

And tonight when the sun set, Deacon would awaken once more and her lover would come to her. But that was then and this was now. What she wouldn't give to hold him, just for a little longer, even the way he was. Or to awaken him and press him close to her body, hugging him tight as they laughed and loved in spite of the deadly sun that rose so high above their hidden playground.

But she wasn't just his lover, she was also his most trusted minion. And she had a job to do, one that would help keep him safe, help keep them both safe forever. So she had to leave now, while she could. While she still had the will power.

"Pleasant dreams Deacon Frost" She whispered to the bedroom as she walked away. And if, in his casket he could hear her? Most likely Deacon smiled.
sinful_minx: (looking back)
Dinner was over. And it was fantastic, exquisite. The steak so tender, the wine never better. Still Pepper wiggled in her seat, wondering why Deacon had demanded that they eat their food in the nude. The door was closed, and she could no longer hear the sound of people coming and going in the rest of the penthouse, but something was up. She could see it in the spark of dark mischief her undead lover had in his eyes when he looked at her, watching her eat so prim and properly at the table, dressed in nothing but a few hair pins to hold her hair up and show off her slender, pale throat.

They had talked, smiled. They'd fed each other bites off their plates. And the gifts he had given her were amazingly insightful for someone who'd spent so much time away trying to build his business back up. Lingerie, tickets to Cirque de Soleil, more tickets to see Korn and Godsmack, a book she'd been trying to get, new stiletto boots that reached up to the thigh. Six months worth of self defense classes, and a pistol. Small, petit, it could fit in her belt or in her purse. A box of shells came with it, along with his promise to teach her to shoot. And there was something more he said. Something that he had wanted to give her for a while, something that matched her eyes he said. And then Deacon handed her the box, let her unwrap the deep blue paper and the silver gilt bow.

Stunned into silence, she sat up straight as Deacon fastened the necklace around her neck. Her fingers lightly trailing over the sparkling gems, she smiled at him, capturing one of his hands before he could move away and kissing the palm, holding it against her cheek.

"This is just, oh Deacon I never..." Shushing her with a kiss, he took her hand and raised her up from the table, led her out to the small private courtyard. The jacuzzi was bubbling, and the warm scent of champagne filled the air mixing with the scent of the dozens of rose bouquets that had arrived, and had kept arriving all day long. Looking at her once more Deacon smirked, showing just a hint of tooth. Then silently he picked her up off the ground and carried her down the steps into the swirling, warm water. Only, it wasn't.

"De.. oh my god Deacon"

"Yep, champagne" With a smirk Deacon set her down, and splashed a little of it up over her breasts. Delighted she kicked some up at him and he caught her foot, pulled her under the bubbling alcohol. Her eyes closed, Pepper came up out of the jacuzzi dripping wet and pressed herself against him. Their kiss was sweet, warm, tinged with the taste of champagne.

Another bottle of the bubbling wine was opened, poured into two goblets set aside for that purpose. And later her shrieks of laughter turned to cries of ecstasy as she rode him, her legs clamped around his waist. Her hair streamed down her back, soaked in the fine, clear liquid that slowly took on a slight pinkish cast as the blood spilled from her body when he sank his teeth in to her throat. Drawing blood from her as she came. And came again not long later.

Meeting her mouth for a kiss once more, his fangs lightly pricking the inside of her lips, he whispered to her as he held her close to him, watching the lights of the city. The city he was going to own someday.

"My Pepper, my beautiful, hot, spicy Pepper. Happy birthday lover"

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