"Dallas!" Someone hollered outside Fire, one of several night clubs
belonging to Deacon Frost, a very rich, very powerful, and very sexy
vampire.
Dallas, a woman in all black leather, from her boots to her trench coat and everything in between, with black hair and blue eyes, stopped and turned around to see who had called her name. "Hi, Leon, what's up?" She said, walking up to a very built black man with green eyes in a pair if black dress pants and a white button-up shirt.
"Just tryin' to get in da club. You know. Dancin', lookin' at all da ladies. Why don't you come in wit us?" He said in his heavy New York accent.
"No. I'm cool. I gotta go get my bike and I'm going home."
"Well, you want me to at least walk you to your bike?"
"No, no. It's cool. It's just around the corner. Besides, I don't wanna make you lose your spot in line."
"Why'd you park so far away from your shop today, anyway?"
"It's New York. Some fucker stole my parking space and parking is a real bitch."
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
As they were talking, Deacon and his two friends, Quinn and Mercury, walked out of the club. Deacon lit a cigarette as Quinn went on about his latest victim.
"Oh, look, over there." Leon said. Dallas followed his gaze over to Deacon. "That's Deacon Frost. He's da owner. He has about ten other night clubs all over da city."
He went on but Dallas wasn't listening to him. She was watching Deacon, looking over his body, watching the way he moved. Something about him scared her but intrigued her at the same time. He looked up and they locked eyes. She turned away to face Leon again as she lit a cigarette. "Hey, look, Leon. It's getting late and I really need to get some sleep. I'll...I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Yeah, sure. Later." He said, a little confused.
"Okay, bye." She said and kissed him on his cheek. She walked to the end of the block and around the corner, taking long drags off her cigarette. She was thinking about Deacon. There was something different about him but she couldn't put her finger on it. She shrugged it off and put out her cigarette then she climbed onto her blue 2000 Suzuki Katana 750 and put on her helmet. She had to ride back past the club to get home and decided to see if she could get on last look at Deacon. As she rode past the club, she saw him still standing on the sidewalk, watching her. She revved her engine and sped down the street, the back of her coat flying through the air behind her.
"Quinn," Deacon said as he started to get into his limo, "get him." He pointed at Leon. "Bring him with us."
"You got it, boss." Quinn said. He walked over to Leon and tapped him on his shoulder. "You, come with me, Deacon Frost wants to see you, now."
"Deacon Frost wants to see me? Cool." Leon said and followed Quinn to the limo. "Hey, what's up?" He said when he climbed in.
"What can you tell me about the girl?" Deacon asked.
"What girl?"
"The girl you were just talking to."
"Oh, Dallas. We've been friends since da fifth grade. What you wanna know?"
"Everything."
"Oookay, her name is Dallas Fuller. She's twenty nine. She owns Rage, da punk rock/gothic clothing store at da end of da block. She's smart, she's really strong for her size, she took karate for fifteen years and has a special room in her apartment to practice, she's a good swordsman. She likes wearing black leather. She likes motorcycles. She's very secluded and private, keeps to herself. She can fight pretty well when she has to. What else you wanna know?"
"Tell me about her family."
"I don't really know a lot about them. Besides me and my little bro, Tonio, her dog is da only real family she has. Her mom died when she was five and her dad was killed two years later. She grew up in a foster home in da Bronx. She said something once about having a brother named Eric but she's never met him. His mother was attacked by something while she was pregnant with him and died but her father never really looked for him."
"Interesting. Very interesting." Deacon said, obviously in deep thought. "Show me where she lives."
"Okay." Leon said hesitantly. He gave them directions to her house and started to wonder if what he had done was wrong but he was happy to be talking to Deacon Frost that he didn't think too much about it.
"Quinn, watch her." Deacon said. "I wanna know everything you can find out about her."
"What's up, Deac?" Quinn said.
"She's Blade's sister."
Dallas, a woman in all black leather, from her boots to her trench coat and everything in between, with black hair and blue eyes, stopped and turned around to see who had called her name. "Hi, Leon, what's up?" She said, walking up to a very built black man with green eyes in a pair if black dress pants and a white button-up shirt.
"Just tryin' to get in da club. You know. Dancin', lookin' at all da ladies. Why don't you come in wit us?" He said in his heavy New York accent.
"No. I'm cool. I gotta go get my bike and I'm going home."
"Well, you want me to at least walk you to your bike?"
"No, no. It's cool. It's just around the corner. Besides, I don't wanna make you lose your spot in line."
"Why'd you park so far away from your shop today, anyway?"
"It's New York. Some fucker stole my parking space and parking is a real bitch."
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
As they were talking, Deacon and his two friends, Quinn and Mercury, walked out of the club. Deacon lit a cigarette as Quinn went on about his latest victim.
"Oh, look, over there." Leon said. Dallas followed his gaze over to Deacon. "That's Deacon Frost. He's da owner. He has about ten other night clubs all over da city."
He went on but Dallas wasn't listening to him. She was watching Deacon, looking over his body, watching the way he moved. Something about him scared her but intrigued her at the same time. He looked up and they locked eyes. She turned away to face Leon again as she lit a cigarette. "Hey, look, Leon. It's getting late and I really need to get some sleep. I'll...I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Yeah, sure. Later." He said, a little confused.
"Okay, bye." She said and kissed him on his cheek. She walked to the end of the block and around the corner, taking long drags off her cigarette. She was thinking about Deacon. There was something different about him but she couldn't put her finger on it. She shrugged it off and put out her cigarette then she climbed onto her blue 2000 Suzuki Katana 750 and put on her helmet. She had to ride back past the club to get home and decided to see if she could get on last look at Deacon. As she rode past the club, she saw him still standing on the sidewalk, watching her. She revved her engine and sped down the street, the back of her coat flying through the air behind her.
"Quinn," Deacon said as he started to get into his limo, "get him." He pointed at Leon. "Bring him with us."
"You got it, boss." Quinn said. He walked over to Leon and tapped him on his shoulder. "You, come with me, Deacon Frost wants to see you, now."
"Deacon Frost wants to see me? Cool." Leon said and followed Quinn to the limo. "Hey, what's up?" He said when he climbed in.
"What can you tell me about the girl?" Deacon asked.
"What girl?"
"The girl you were just talking to."
"Oh, Dallas. We've been friends since da fifth grade. What you wanna know?"
"Everything."
"Oookay, her name is Dallas Fuller. She's twenty nine. She owns Rage, da punk rock/gothic clothing store at da end of da block. She's smart, she's really strong for her size, she took karate for fifteen years and has a special room in her apartment to practice, she's a good swordsman. She likes wearing black leather. She likes motorcycles. She's very secluded and private, keeps to herself. She can fight pretty well when she has to. What else you wanna know?"
"Tell me about her family."
"I don't really know a lot about them. Besides me and my little bro, Tonio, her dog is da only real family she has. Her mom died when she was five and her dad was killed two years later. She grew up in a foster home in da Bronx. She said something once about having a brother named Eric but she's never met him. His mother was attacked by something while she was pregnant with him and died but her father never really looked for him."
"Interesting. Very interesting." Deacon said, obviously in deep thought. "Show me where she lives."
"Okay." Leon said hesitantly. He gave them directions to her house and started to wonder if what he had done was wrong but he was happy to be talking to Deacon Frost that he didn't think too much about it.
"Quinn, watch her." Deacon said. "I wanna know everything you can find out about her."
"What's up, Deac?" Quinn said.
"She's Blade's sister."