Note: I don't have anything to do with the Blade movies, and I have no ownership over any of the characters. This story is made out of enjoyment and admiration of the movies and also for the character of Deacon Frost. Also, I want so say thank you for those of you who have left me reviews, welcoming me back and telling me how much you enjoy this story. It is your words that help me to keep on writing.

P.S. This is the final chapter in my Deacon Frost fanfiction but keep your eye out for a sequel to this story since I plan to do another story involving Amy and Deacon.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Holy shit...Things are getting really serious...really quick.

Amy watched on in shock at how the attitude drastically changed between Blade and Frost the moment that Deacon had picked up the weapon that had been intended to cut his head off with, and extend the tip of it in Blade's direction. There was not a single shred of doubt of any kind that told her things were not going to move quick or that the attitude would not be so intense. Someone was fixing to die, and they are going to be dying...today.

Before she could even inhale a single breath of air, her eyes caught sight of Frost and Blade rushing at one another with their weapons drawn, and clashing them together. She held her hands at her sides as she watched how the pair were fighting against one another as if their life depended on it. Her fingertips grabbed at the soft material of her top that she had on in a desperate attempt to keep herself calm, cool and collective even though it failed and she was rather nervous, anxious, and fearful for the life of Frost.

I can't stand by, and let this happen! Amy knew that she had to do something to keep Deacon from dying before they had a chance to really get to know one another. Her eyes darted around the area she was in for a moment. There has to be something near me that I can use in order to subdue Blade long enough for Deacon to escape and live to fight another day...even if it means that I don't get to go with him.

Are you losing your fucking mind, Amy?! Her conscience screamed at her with the complete intention of keeping her from stopping Blade from destroying the vampire that had taken her from her home, and turned her whole world upside down. You can't be serious about what you just thought!

I am dead serious.

Do you not realize what you are saying?! You are actually going to try to find something to stop Blade, a daywalker who has killed vampires before, in order to save the life of a cocky, arrogant, egotistical vampire by the name of Deacon Frost so that he may live to see another day?!

I do realize that, and I mean what I say.

Amy, Frost is no good for you! You have to see-

That is enough from you! Frost has shown me no reason to not trust him. He has treated me very good when he could have been cruel to me, and abused me in certain ways to get some sort of sick pleasure from.

Amy...

I have made my decision...I will save Frost and myself.

Her eyes fell upon where a syringe was nestled nearby. Amy picked it up, and found it to be empty. However, her eyes caught sight of how the needle point was sticking outward and looked like a dagger in the manner that it was at the moment. She moved her eyes over to where Frost and Blade last were to see how he was doing.

Nestled about five feet away from her, Frost had fallen to the dirt floor of the warehouse. He was weak and had various wounds on his body from Blade slashing at him with his long blade of his sword. He had a weak look in his eyes as he looked towards Amy through several strands of his hair, crying out to her to stay back.

However, Amy couldn't stay out of the fight. She had to intervene to save the life of Frost. Even if it meant that her own life would end in that exact moment...she knew it would be worth it for him to get to live another day.

Drawing in a breath of air, she rushed towards Blade as he was lifting his sword, and stabbed the end of the needle into a side of his neck. Her ears caught him howling out in pain before she noticed him to be whirling around with the weapon. She took a step back but found herself to not be far away enough when the blade came swishing through and went across her midsection. A loud gasp escaped from her mouth as her hands clung to her abdomen. Amy lifted her eyes and looked towards Blade from where she was before focusing on Frost.

"Run...Deacon..."

With that, Amy's body fell onto the dirt floor of the warehouse. She picked up on the sound of someone running out of the building and assumed it was Frost escaping to save his life. She lied there, awaiting for death to take her so that she might find peace on another plane of existence instead of the one where she had been living for some time on. However, her ears caught the sound of an all too familiar voice, whispering to her.

"Amy..."

Amy turned her head, and found Frost to be sitting beside her. She went to speak to him when a cough came out instead. With her eyes focused on him, her body was relaxed as he picked her up and placed her in his lap with her head leaning back. Amy's focus was solely on Frost's face and nothing else. She caught sight of his tears starting to come out of his eyes, and roll down his cheeks.

"My dear...sweet...Amy..."

Trembling, her right hand reached up, and used the tips of several of her fingers to brush the tears away. She attempted to put a brave smile for him on her face a few moments prior to speaking to him in a soft, weakened voice.

"This looks like the end for us, Deacon...my love."

"No...I won't let it be the end." Deacon spoke with fierce determination as he brought one of his hands to his mouth and bit into the skin, softly. He moved his wrist before her mouth as his voice softened. "Drink..."

"But-"

"My blood will heal your body...and will start the process of you becoming a vampire like myself."

"I thought you had to bite me for-"

"There are many ways for one to become a vampire...You don't have much time, Amy...You must choose...A human life...or a life with me as an eternal being of the night that will never die and never know pain again."

Amy wanted things to go back to normal. She wanted her old life back. She wanted to be the normal, ordinary woman that went about her life without knowing about the existence of vampires. However...Since having met Frost, she wanted nothing more than to see the world through his eyes, and be by his side to take in all that it had to offer for her.

Slowly, she leaned her head forward, and pressed her mouth against his wrist. Her mouth started to suck at the open wound that he had made for her. Amy started to notice that as the blood went down her throat, she started to see visions of what Frost had seen and also of what he had done to others to get to where he was at.

The images were almost too much to witness and made her way to pull away. However, there was an image amongst them that made her want to continue to drink from him for a little while longer: Deacon and her being alone in the dance studio with one another, happy and content.

The soft sound of Frost gasping out slightly caused her to pull her mouth away from his hand. She looked up to him, and watched him looked to his wrist as it started to mend itself. She reached up and caressed his face once more before she pulled some of her hair to the side to show her neck to him.

"I wish...for you to drink from me now, Frost." She whispered to him, keeping her eyes locked on his.

"Amy...I can't do that-"

"You must do it, Deacon. It is the only way that your body will heal properly."

Slowly, Amy found him moving to stand up before extending his hands down to her. She slipped her fingers into his palms, and moved her body to stand before his, noticing that the blow she suffered to her midsection not affecting her. Her eyes looked down and found that she was not bleeding out anymore, and that her wound seemed to be healed at that very moment. Moving her gaze back towards him, she nodded to him and tilted her head to the side.

"I love you, Deacon Frost, and I want to spend my life with you."

"As do I with you, Amy." Moving towards her neck, he used one of his hands to support the back of her head while the other supported her back at the same time his voice dance across her neck. "This will hurt for a moment but the pain will pass."

Before she could utter a single word, a rush of air in the form of a gasp escaped from her mouth the moment Frost's fangs pierced the side of her neck. She held onto him as tightly as she could manage due to the intense pain that shot through her body as if a bullet had went through her and sent her to the floor. It seemed to be too much to bear until a new sensation started to creep in. A sensation...of unadulterated pleasure. Her gasps were soon replaced with soft sighs. Amy closed her dark brown eyes for a moment while her head was still tilted to the side. Mere seconds had past when Frost had pulled away from her neck. Lowering her head down to face his, Amy's eyes opened up to show they were now piercing blue like his own, and spoke to him in a soft whisper.

"I'm...Hungry."

To be continued...