Part 3 - Deacon

Deacons POV

It was Friday and I was patiently awaiting the time to get off work and pick her up.

My mind raced all week. I had found her. My everything.

I can't believe I was about to leave this town. If I did I would have never seen her.

I sighed as I sat in my office chair. I swiveled around staring at the front door to the carpentry shop I had owned over the years. A few of us immortals switched in and out over time always making things for the local community.

I just finished a dinner table that sat 12. A family that just built a house needed a huge table. It only took me 2 weeks but it was a beautiful table. Made out of a tree that they had cut down at their old house.

The doorbell rang as a few of the members of that family bounded in to the office.

Upon noticing them I realized I recognized a couple of them. They were part of her family.

"Hey young man." The Uncle, I presumed, came up to me and shook my hand. A young man came in after him.

"Hey. You're the guy from the restaurant! Aunt Stephanie couldn't shuddup about you." the young man laughed.

My heart warmed at the thought of her thinking of me. Only a few texts but nothing like crazy. My mind still swarming with ideas on how to get her to remember me.

Maybe this time it's a kiss, a trigger of happiness, an old momentous, making love, even fucking. My body heats up at the thought of being able to take her body again and make her mine.

A cough interrupts my train of thought as the Uncle stares at me. I stand up from my seat as I tower over the both of them.

The young man just smiles up at me. The Uncle though looks considerably more nervous then he was a moment ago. I know I'm big and intimidating but I don't go pushing people around.

"Your table is out in the shop." I murmured slowly and the Uncle nodded his response.

As we walked in the back the young man whose name is Jay would not stop talking for more then 2 seconds. His father was visibly becoming annoyed every time the boy opened his mouth.

"Jay. Stop. Or you really cant go to your Aunts tomorrow." His father grinded his teeth after he spoke lowly to his son. Jay nodded and his gaze met the ground.

We almost had a kid one time. The baby didn't make it and neither did she. I dont know if I could ever let her go through that again. We thought we were in the clear when we decided to start our family. A small house in the middle of the woods. Hundreds of miles from anything or anyone. But that's when it happened. They showed up during labor. She died of wounds and the baby died the following day. I was all alone again.

I brought up the huge tarp that covered the lacquered table. The Uncle checked it out completely and all the chairs. Everything seemed to check. Wordlessly he paid the rest of his deposit and secured some of his family members to come help him move the table on Sunday after church.

I glance up at the time as I see her Uncle and nephew drive off. It's time to get ready for our date. I'm so fucking nervous. I rub my hands down my face and the metal from all of my rings cool me slightly as I lock up the front door.

As I turn to get on my bike I see Axel and Aaron get out of Aaron's open top Jeep.

"Brothers." I greet them with a handshake each.

"Its a big night Deacon." Axle said as he slipped a cigarette in his mouth. I nodded blowing out a breath knowing I needed to calm my nerves.

"Where are you guys going?" Aaron asked.

"Dinner." I replied shortly.

"And?" Axel asked.

I shrugged not even thinking we would make it past dinner in all honesty. I didn't know if she would remember me or if I would be able to keep my hands off of her. I ran my hand through my salt and pepper hair.

"Dude. At least take her to the spot on the mountain where you can see the main part of town and its all lit up. Girls like romantic shit like that." Axel said.

I shrugged another response.

"I hope shes ok with the lack of you fucking talking man. This shit is annoying after a few hundred years." Aaron retorted.

I nodded, a soft vibration my in my pocket meant I had received a text message. I brought my phone out and looked down. My body stiffened and my heart started racing as I saw the text was from her.

"Hey D. Hope you had a good day work. Asking a real question - what should I wear tonight? Anything special or can I please not wear heels?" The text message read.

Fuck...now I'm imagining her in a pair of heels and nothing else. I rub my hand down my face and growl slowly.

Axel and Aaron chuckled in front of me as I lean on my bike.

"Clothes?" Is my stupid fucking response.

"Ok smart ass. I'm wearing sweatpants and a hoodie I got from an ex boyfriend." She wrote back very quickly.

Her and her fucking smart beautiful fucking mouth.

"You ok man?" Aaron asked stifling a nab laugh.

I turn my phone to show them and they both read both start laughing rather loudly at her responses.

"Jean's. Tshirt. Riding boots. You wear an ex boyfriends hoodie and I'm ripping it into shreds." I wrote back after I turned the phone to me.

Her response was her address to pick her up at.

"Ok caveman. Go get ready for your date. You smell like sweat and you officially have two hours to get home, get ready, and pick her up." Axel said and slapped my shoulder. I nodded in response and threw on my helmet. Started the bike and was home in 40 minutes.

Unlike living out in the middle of nowhere. Complete silence is key. My dog Kingston bound around the house and jumps on me.

"Down boy." I laugh at him and pet his head.

I shower quickly and get ready for the date. My nerves are making my hands shake. Fuck, I have seen her a million times but this time it's so different. She doesn't remember me, but I feel like she knows me, but it's buried deep down.

As I find myself on my bike again, I drive aimlessly until I find myself in front of her house.

The house fits her. Hundreds of flowers framing the walkway to her small front porch. I knock on the door and immediately hear a dog barking.

"Shush." I hear from the other side of the door. She opens up the door quickly and her hair is caught by the slight breeze outside.

My mouth dries at the sight of her. Her green eyes sparkling and her freckles popping out all over her face. I feel like I could play connect the dots with every single on one face and never run out of freckles.

Her tight jeans molding her legs and hips perfectly and her white tshirt makes her tanned skin pop. As she turns around she invites me and I duck in to get into her house.

"Watch out for Tucker, he's a lover." She said grabbing her phone, wallet, and jacket. As soon as I turn Tucker jumps at me as I pet him.

"You have a dog." She said.

I nod and smile at her. I know I don't talk alot to begin with but she makes me so tongue tied I can't even mutter the few words I do say.

"Ready?" She asks smiling up at me. I give her a small smile and hold out my hand for her. she puts her small hand in mine. I slowly bring her hand to my lips and kiss her knuckles.

"Down boy. All of that comes after the date if you are good." She laughed as we walked out of her house.

I passed her a helmet.

"Hell yeah! I love bikes. Shes so pretty. What's her name?" She asked.

"Delilah." I answer. My bike is named after the daughter we lost but I don't even want to bring that up right now. I want her to remember me and who we are.

"Beautiful." She whispers as she runs her hand down the leather seat.

Yes, yes you are. I mutter to myself.

I sit on the bike and make sure shes secured and start the bike. As soon as the bike rumbles her thighs squeeze harder around me. My body stiffens as I feel her hands creep around my waist.

"Sorry. Nervous." She said with a slight smile.

Seconds later we are driving off towards the restaurant I have chosen for the night before we head to The Point.

Her hands rest against my stomach as she rubs my stomach absentmindedly once she becomes more comfortable sitting behind me. Her nails running against my skin making it hard for me to concentrate. I place my hands over hers as she squeezes me but stops rubbing her hands on me.

"Sorry." She whispers breathlessly through the bluetooth in the helmet. I grunt in response. We are there in a few minutes as she gets off the bike first. A satisfied moan as she gets off the bike and stretches her legs.

I smirk as she stretched her arms up and her tshirt shows a bit of her stomach. She catches my eyeline.

"Damn you really dont want that goodnight kiss huh?" She asked sassily and hands me the helmet she held in her heads. I tell my eyes at her and I grabbed her hand and lead her in to the restaurant.

"Deacon!" A yell came from the old man standing by the door greeting guests, "Twice in one week huh? Couldn't get enough of my tiramisu eh?" He asked.

The old man, Anthony, is actually the owner of the Italian restaurant on the outskirts of town. He knows what I am but only by accident and he has been a friend since he was 20 years old. Now at 87 he has become like family to me.

"What brings you-" his sentence was stopped short as he gazed at something beside me. Stephanie had been behind me and only poked her head out when she heard someone directly talking to me.

"Who is this beautiful creature?" He asked softly smiling at her. Her bright smile and a greeting is what she offered in return.

"Quello di cui ti ho parlato." I answered him in Italian. Tell him she was the one I spoke of my last visit.

I glanced down at her and her bottom lip stuck out a bit as she looked up at me.

"What was that?" She asked.

"Italian." I answered as Anthony showed us our seats.

"What did you say?" She asked clearly not happy with my first answer.

"He told me that you were the one he spoke of during his last visit my dear." Anthony answered and my face turned to him as I raised an eyebrow.

He shrugged and smiled at me.

"Anything?" Anthony asked me and I nodded.

"Oooooo is he just going to bring out whatever he wants?" She asked smiling at me.

I nodded, "Yes. He likes to show off his latest creations, a new sauce, or even a new dessert. But his Tiramisu cannot be beaten." I answered.

Her mouth slightly dropped open a little and she shook her head. I eyed her suspiciously.

"That's the most I have ever heard you speak in one sentence." She said laughing.

I shrugged and smiled at her as Anthony brought out a few dishes for us to try together. I shared bites with her as she fed me from her plate. If she only knew how hard it was for me to hold back. But as I watched her it became harder to control myself around her and her soft moans when she ate another piece of food.

This was going to be a long fucking night.