short stories: A Frosty Past
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned except for Lee Frost.
My name is Lee Frost and I am many things: a vampire slayer, a daywalker, a last hope for the world, a wandering soul.
I am the last of my family. My father was Dragonetti the leader of the infamous House of Erebus. He was killed by Deacon Frost and his followers, Mercury and Quinn. I would avenge my father's death but Deacon is now dead and was also my soulmate. He was killed by the daywalker Blade, who unfortunately is an ally of mine.
I am the only remaining child of Erebus for the other houses recorded no children. With that I am the only link between the vampires and the humans. Now I sit in the dark boardroom where my father used to conduct meetings and I think of happier times. Like when I first met Deacon at a meeting of the House of Erebus.
I was seventeen and I walked in on one if daddy's meetings and everyone greeted me and offered me the seat to my father's right. As I sat down, he came in. Deacon, with his supernatural grace, sat down across table and a few places down from me. I knew he saw me and didn't recognize me and I knew that he knew that I was looking at him with awe and not breathing.
As the meeting wore on and the House continued to hassle Deacon, I couldn't help but stare at him and be amazed by his calmness towards the hostility directed to him. Finally, he started to speak...
"The world is ours, we should be ruling it, like we used to."
Every time he said 'we' and 'ours' he looked right at me, his light blue eyes seeing right through me and piercing my soul. As if he was asking me to join him, to become his only. But he knew as well as I did that if I was sitting at this table so close to Dragonetti that I must be a member of the house or related to one. After another minute of argument, father dismissed Deacon and before he got up he once again asked me to go with him and I couldn't do anything except look away. All I heard was his footsteps walking away and up the stairs, and my father's voice discussing business with the other members. I had to leave. I casually got up and started to explain to the members why I was leaving.
"Father, I must be off. I have important business to tend to."
And with that I kissed him on the cheek,
"You have all been so kind, I thank you for your hospitality."
With that I got up and left through the special entrance for the Dragonetti family from hence I came.
I quickly changed from my blue Armani suit into my black boot cut slacks, white button down shirt, black stiletto boots, black leather thigh length jacket and put up my hair into a messy bun.
I went down to the archives to find out where Deacon lived and lo and behold I found Deacon trying to translate the ancient texts from the Book of Erebus. My father had told me about the texts and how no one had ever translated them and that only pure bloods could understand them. I walked into the room and found Deacon sitting on the floor with his CD player. I strode up to him, took his headphones out of his ears and turned off his CD player. Then in my sweetest voice said,
"You know that these archives are reserved for the members of the House of Erebus."
"Wow, I didn't know that."
"Well now you know."
And then the ominous silence.
"Do I know you? Like I saw you at the meeting of the House of Erebus, but I have never seen you before that." Deacon said, breaking the silence.
"No, you don't know me. I'm a friend of one of the members." I replied, regretting that I had just lied.
"Is that so? Who is your friend?"
"Oh, come on, you can tell me. I won't tell a soul."
"Sorry, but I promised not to tell."
"Hang on, what are you doing down here, you're not a member?"
"Well I had to grab something from here. My friend wanted me to."
"What did you have to grab?" Deacon asked.
"You know what? I can't remember what."
"Well maybe I can help you remember."
With that he pulled me close and place a soft tender kiss upon my lips. We fell into each other, our minds melted together into one. We were so into our own world that we never noticed my father standing in the doorway.
"Frost!! The archives are not a place where you can bring your sluts!"
With that he grabbed my arm and was about to yell when he did a double take.
"Hi Daddy." I said.
"Lee, how could you?" he asked me, but I didn't reply I could only look away. He then backhanded me with his left hand, the one with the diamond ring and let go of my arm. I brought my hand up to the open wound on my face. He walked away and at the doorway spoke,
"If you wish to remain a member of the Dragonetti family then come now, if not then you give up everything."
My father started to go and Deacon tried to tend to my cut but I pulled away too quickly and ran after my father.