Love After Midnight

    "Oh my Cain."  I just couldn't think of anything else to say.  I'd never been to the surface before and already it was even more wonderful than I could have ever imagined.  The door to our lair appeared in the trunk of an old oak tree and disappeared when it wasn't needed.  The door opened out into a wide open clearing among the trees.  The grass was waist high and all you could see in the sky was the stars and moon.  The moon was even full.  It felt like Cain, Himself, had decided to bless the night as a gift for my final arrival.
    "I know.  Pretty sweet huh?" Deacon always did have a way with words.
    "I want to see everything, feel everything," I said excitedly.  "I want nothing left out."  I was so happy at being out that I didn't even care that Deacon was laughing at me again.  His laughter filled the night and seemed to soar endlessly into the distance.  Suddenly, we both stopped.
    "Did you smell that?" I asked, voice a low whisper.  Deacon didn't answer, but he and I scanned the grass for signs of movement, but nothing was to be seen.  I looked over at Deacon's wide-eyed alertness before I heard it. 
    Deacon grabbed my arm and flung me to the ground.   I landed on my face  and rolled over to see Deacon staring at something I couldn't see, standing  at the ready, when all of a sudden he was bowled over by a  giant, blackish blur.  I jumped to my feet just in time to see Deacon rolling on the grass with his fangs lodged firmly into the neck of a werewolf.
    The werewolf had managed to shred half of Deacon's shirt and, to my astonishment, none of his skin.  The Were rolled over until in had Deacon pushed into the ground.  I lunged at the beast and wrapped my arms around its middle.  I pulled with all my strength, sending the Were and me tumbling to the ground in a struggle.  It spun in my arms until it faced me and, I tell you what, if I wasn't a vampire with supernatural strength, that bitch of a Were would have taken my face off.
    I held it by the neck as it snapped and snarled two inches above my nose.  I wrestled my legs up under the beast and kicked  up with all I had.  The Were went flying in an arch at least six feet off the ground and sailed about twenty feet before falling to the ground with a heavy thud.  It laid dazed for only a second before it stumbled to it's feet again.  It stood there staring at us with its hackles raised and a low growl rumbling from its chest, its neck draining blood from where Deacon had taken a chunk out of it.  Deacon came up beside me, ready to charge again.
    "Any bright ideas?" I asked.  I didn't take my eyes off the Were as I spoke, but something had to happen soon because I'd be damned if I was going to spend all the time I had up there in a stalemate with a fucking werewolf.
    Deacon didn't get a chance to answer.  The Were leapt at us again, but before I could stop him, Deacon dove in front of me, taking the Were away from me.  However, Deacon's jump gave the monster just the right momentum to sink its claws into his shoulders.  The smell of Deacon's blood flooded the air as his screams filled the night.  Taking Deacon's moment of agony into advantage, the Were rolled and threw him at the top of his reach.  Deacon flew high and long into the distance as I yelled for my friend.
    The beast then rounded on me with its claws flailing.  I went to dodge it, but the sight of my friend's body being tossed away like a piece of meat, caught me a little off guard.  It slashed down with both its claws, ripping deep ruts into my flesh.  I'd never felt such pain in all my unnaturally long life.  As I stared down in shock at my ruined flesh, I heard a yell of fury cut the night.  Deacon latched onto the Were and wrapped his strong hands around its furry head.  It twisted in his hands in a vain attempt to free itself.
    Deacon gritted his teeth and gave the beast's head one hard turn.  The crackling sound of the animal's skull separating from its spine echoed off the circle of trees.
    I sank to my knees and Deacon was right there lowering me to the ground softly.  His eyes were filled with so much fear and I knew it was all for me.  I reached up weakly and lightly touched one of his bloody shoulders.
    "You're bleeding."  My voice was breathy and barely audible.
    "Shh, just lie still."  Deacon sounded like he was fighting back tears.
    As I laid there on the cold ground, I wondered if that was what it felt like to die.  I knew I was supposed to be immortal, but I'd never had to wonder before about just how immortal I was.  I'd always heard stories about how humans claimed to see Angels when they were dying.  I'd never given it much thought, seeing as I was a vampire and all, but then I looked over Deacon's shoulder at what I swore was a Angel.  She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.  The sight of her sapphire eyes was the last thing I saw before it all went black.