His fire
by Hecate

Deacon Frost.

The name doesn't match him in any way...He might be a leader of a
religion but he isn't cold. He isn't icy. He's fire, a pure flame,
burning away everybody and everything.

/Burning me./

I like the cold. It helps me to concentrate, it calms down these
despicable desires raging through my body. The urge to...

/Tearing at their throats with my teeth/

Give in to the hunger

/Blood, red blood on them/

And to turn into

/Drink it/

one of the monsters I hunt

/Kill them all/

The cold stops me from hurting the innocent,

/These humans, nothing more than cattle/

From killing the ones I care about

/Tear them apart, their blood running down my throat...oh,their
sweet,sweet blood/

I need it. I need it to stay sane. And Frost is the complete
opposite of what his names says. He's hot, he burns with such an
intensity that everyone around can feel it. That's why the elders
are scared of him, that's why the new vampires are drawn to him.
Like the moth to the light. Like the dead to life. That's what he
is. Their reminder of what they were before. Alive. Like the flames.
They need to feel this life. It's like blood to them. Warm.
Addictive. Even to me...

I want him. I want him as much as I hate him. I hate him for coming
to me in the daylight and offering me this. To be at his side, to be
one of them.

I fear him since that moment. Because there was a tiny second I
wanted to say yes. I want his fire ,too. I want to touch it, the
fire in him, the fire that forged the blade I am. Maybe that is the
answer to my...needs. He was the vampire biting my mother, he's the
one turning me into the creature I am now.

It has to be...because if not, if I really want this, I'm losing the
battle with the beast within me.

It

/His pale face looking so different in the sunlight/

Has

/Eyes shining brightly, luring me to him/

To

/His voice like a caress/

Be.

And he knows how I feel about him. I saw it in his eyes when he made
that offer. He reads me with such an ease, he tears my mind apart,
plays with it like a cat with a mouse.

And now our last fight comes, the decision is ours now. The fire
against the ice. I know I have to destroy him.

But

/I wonder how his lips would feel on mine/

A part of me

/Yearns for him to touch me/

Doesn't

/Care if he's the enemy, just craves for him, for his warmth/

Want

/does want him/

To kill him

Because his words kindled his fire within me.

End

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