Author: VisionX23 PM
One Shot! One minute, Krieger is dying at the hands, or should we say, teeth of Deacon Frost. The next minute he's being saved by an unknown Good Samaritian, but is there more to the woman than there seems?Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Fantasy - Words: 452 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 07-26-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7223068
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This came to me in a dream one night a while back. And I've just now got up the courage to post it. I'm not sure why, but I thought I'd share it. It's set in the first Blade movie when Deacon Frost kills his familiar, Krieger. Why my twisted brain decided to save him, I don't know, but this is what might have happened. My own character in this story is almost not mine, but instead the work of my warped dreams, but anyway, here it is.
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Blood coursed through his fingers as he sank to the ground far away from Deacon Frost's penthouse.
The woman who saved him now knelt in front of him, tugging at the hand covering his wound. He fought her, the feeling of hope that had surfaced when Deacon let him walk away beginning to fade as she struggled to move the only obstacle that was keeping him from bleeding to death.
"Let me see."
Her voice, soft, tempted him, or maybe he was just becoming too weak to care anymore. Her own fingers wrapped around his, prying his hand away, and too tired to struggle any longer, he allowed her to remove it.
His head spun as she began to work over his wound. And he was grateful for the darkness that wanted to claim him. At least I won't feel it when I die.
His head spinning, he glanced up. The woman still knelt in front of him although she had shifted her position slightly.
"It's okay now. You're going to be fine."
The stitches on his neck stung like crazy, but he supposed it was better than the alternative.
The blonde before him slowly began to suck on her blood-covered fingers. It wasn't long until her hands were once again clean, and he couldn't help the fear that coursed through him as she leant towards his neck.
"Shhh, I'm not going to hurt you."
He didn't believe her, but weakened as he was from the blood loss, he didn't see any choice except to let her continue.
Her tongue lapped at the trails of blood coating his throat and shoulder. Suckling at the pools on his skin, he realized that this woman wasn't just a Good Samaritan. She was a vampire who, for some reason, decided to save his life.
And, as she leant back, his skin cleaned, he was fine with that. He took her hand when she offered. "Let's go home."
Please review! This is my first published fanfiction, so please be nice. But constructive criticism is welcomed.