The Book of the Serpent | By : Dawn Category: Marvel Verse Movies > no category yet Views: 1340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own the Blade series or anything from Marvel. I make no money on this fiction. |
Timeline: definitely before the first Blade movie. Nostalgia for the 1990s
Accuracy: umm I did my best. I rewatched the movie, referenced the movie script, took what I could from the comics. Don’t hold it against me if a term from True Blood slips itself in here somewhere as well
Warning: This is rated Adult++ for a reason. If you’re sensitive to rape and non-consent please move on.
Note: Send me comments regarding any language issues, discrepancies, etc.
Chapter 1: Darkwave"Vampire blood not in a vampire ... the name of Drake in their title ... they will have no lust until the exchange??"
Deacon Frost slammed shut the ancient book that he was reading. After months of searching he had found it and at no small cost. It was the Book of the Serpent; the book that would guarantee him ascendancy to Lord of Vampires. But upon opening it, all he found was a bunch of baffling sentence fragments and ciphers. He was in no mood to play games or solve riddles. The ringing of his cell phone interrupted his thoughts.
- “Yeah?”
- “Master, am I bothering you?”
- “You’ve been bothering me lately, Clara.”
- “I’ll have a present for you tonight. I’ll even deliver her myself. I hope you’ll be pleased,” she said before hanging up.
“I hope this helps to fix my screw-up,” thought Clara. About six months ago, Clara made a blunder that nearly cost her life, as well as the life of Deacon Frost and countless other vampires. With her natural red hair and green, cat-like eyes, she had been a favorite of his. But after her mistake, she had stopped being Deacon’s lover.
“But then again he’s been preoccupied for the past few months. Maybe he’s not even mad at me anymore. But it won’t hurt to go through with this, just in case.”
The sound of footsteps interrupted Clara from her musings as her colleague appeared. She had been working with Angela for the past few weeks. Angela and Clara quickly became friends. “Who could resist not wanting to buddy up with someone that hot?” thought Clara. Angela was of average height, with a slim figure that was voluptuous in all the right places. She had hazel eyes and chestnut brown mid-length hair set against an attractive face. Angela was an orphan, and as far as Clara knew, the only family she had was her older brother Alan. Clara enjoyed working with Angela, who was funny, intelligent, and had a friendly, easygoing personality. It made the late shift go by faster.
“What are you doing later after work?” asked Clara.
“Homework, of course,” was the answer from Angela.
“Listen, it’s my friend’s birthday party and you should come with me. It’ll be fun. He owns this really cool club downtown. Let loose a little!”
Angela had to laugh at Clara because she knew it was true. She hadn’t gone out to a club or bar in weeks, and frankly, she needed a night of fun. “All right, I’ll go …”
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Angela walked out of her bedroom, meeting Clara who was waiting in the living room. Clara had told her that they were going to an elite rave club that didn’t even have a bar. So Angela had been predrinking as she was getting ready.
“So how do I look?” she asked Clara. Angela was wearing a simple, above-the-knee burgundy dress tailored to her figure and matching colored heels.
“Tasty…” replied Clara with a smile as Angela shrugged into a cropped leather jacket. They got into Clara’s car and drove to Club Night.
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Deacon Frost joined Clara, who was lounging on a couch with a group of people while watching Angela dance solo a few yards away.
“That’s her?” he asked, looking at Angela moving skillfully to the music. Clara nodded and Deacon asked her “How old is she?” “21” was the reply.
Angela continued to dance, aware that something was strange about this place. The strobe light above revealed white-tiled walls, meat hooks, metal, drains. Even the people seemed strange. She felt eyes glued to her but when she looked around she didn’t notice anyone staring. And that one guy, that sexy guy with the piercing blue eyes, he had definitely been watching her from various places in the club for the past half hour. “Must be the booze talking,” she mused. He was sitting with Clara now and Clara was motioning for her to come join them.
“Have I done well?” asked Clara.
“Yes, now get lost,” Deacon ordered as Angela approached the two. Clara moved towards Angela and whispered a few things in her ear before leaving her with Deacon.
“So you’re the birthday boy, huh?” asked Angela. “How old are you turning?”
“160,” shouted Deacon over the thumping electronic music. Angela laughed, thinking he was joking. “Fair enough. Must be a milestone birthday so I won’t prod you about the exact number.”
“Listen, I can barely hear you. Let’s go somewhere quieter to talk,” he told her, although he could hear her perfectly well.
Note: I’m using 160 as Deacon’s age. Movie was released in 1998 when Stephen Dorff was 25. Comics allude to Frost being around in the 1860s. See, there’s a method to my madness ;)While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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