Hi there! How's it hanging? I sure that it's hanging just fine, right? So, hm...this is my first Blade: Trinity FF, and probably my only one. This just popped into my head last night. So I wrote it. Hope you enjoy. R&R!
Copyright: No...I don't own Blade: Trinity...or Ryan Reynolds. DAMNIT!

You know the kind of woman that you just know is bad? She just sends off an alarm in your head for like 3 straight hours, but you still go up to her and talk to her? Yeah…I met one of those 5 years ago. And let me inform you, that was probably the worst 5 years of my life…if you could call that a life. Now, I'm guessing you guys want to hear my nifty little story, eh? Well…sit back, relax and grab yourself a bag of popcorn. This is going to be a long ride.

So, it was a normal night, ya know? Partying with the boys, trying to a get a girl at some dance club. The whole sch-bang. Well, my buddies and I left the club and decided to go drink some. Wrong night to go and drink something, let me tell ya. So we all sat down at some booth and ordered some drinks. When one of my friends dared that I go and talk to this Betty sitting alone at the bar. I was, still am, a dare devil, and I will never refuse a dare. So, I got up, waltzed over to her and plopped a squat right next to her.

"Hey there." She turned to me and smirked.

"Hello." She said. I stared right at her eyes, and I swear it's like they hypnotized me. In the worst way possible, they were beautiful. I couldn't look away.

"Uh…" I waved for the bartender to come. When he did I order two martinis. "Anyways, what's your name?"

"Danica." She said. Shivers went straight down my spine. You may be wondering…why didn't you just leave? Why didn't you get up and walk away? I didn't want too. For some bizarre reason, I was attracted to her. To this day, I don't. Know. Why.

"Just…Danica? No nifty last name?" She laughed and put her hand on her neck, leaning against the bar.

"Talos." I just nodded. "And what's yours?"

"Hannibal King." I looked over at my friends and gave them that thumbs up that you always give your friends when something is finally going right. The bartender brought us our drinks and I took a sip out of mine. "Tasty." She just laughed. Holy shit…is this chick actually intrested in me? I thought to myself and crossed my arms. "So, Danica Talos, what do you do?"

She just looked at me, and smirked again. My God, I hate that smirk. "You know this and that. I change jobs frequently. And you, Hannibal King?"

"Eh, I don't have a job. Never felt like getting one." She just sat there, laughing, and looked me up and down. Almost like I was the fucking Mona Lisa, ya know? So, we got to talking, telling each other about ourselves. She told me about how she used to be a catholic school girl. I didn't give two shits. But I made it seem like I did. Apparently, I did a good job because she wanted me to come home with her. I looked back at where my buddies were sitting. They left. I figured it'd be okay, so I left with her. May I take it upon myself and say that I used to be really, really stupid.

So, we walked to her apartment, it was one very nice apartment, lemme tell you that. She pushed me down on her couch and started to kiss me. Oh boy, Danica. She broke the kiss and smiled at me. Now, before I continue, notice how before I used the word 'smirked'. And now she smiled. There's a difference. Onward.

"What the fuck?" I asked and stared at her teeth. "Are those…fangs? Why the hell do you have fangs?!" That did it. I mean, I was slightly creeped out when she asked me to her house, but fangs the fangs just put the icing on the creepy cake. At that same moment, I learned why never smiles.

"Good guess, Lover." She told me. I raised an eyebrow and started to scoot down the couch.

"Lover?! Have you gone off the deep end?" Every time I scooted, she came after me, still smiling like a fuckin' banshee.

"No I haven't, Lover." I scooted all the way to the end of her couch and fell off it.

"Jesus…" I muttered and backed away from her. She was kept on following me. That's all she did. Smile and follow. It was the weirdest thing. I backed into a corner and my jaw just dropped. "Shit…"

"What's wrong, Lover?" She asked me while sitting herself on my lap.

"I'm not your fucking 'Lover'." She put her hand my cheek and caressed it.

"Yes you are. You have been since you first laid your eyes on me." I moved her hand off my face and tried to push her off. But for some reason, I couldn't move her. It was like she put cinderblocks in her ass cheeks or something. "Don't try to resist, King. You're strength in draining out of you." I stared at her.

"What'd you do?!"

"While we were kissing, Lover, I slipped something in your mouth."

"You little bitch!" I started to spit out whatever she did put in my mouth. And on 'accident', I have spat in her face. "Whoops! Sorry!" That, I will admit, was a bad move on my behalf. But a funny one, none the less.

"You will be in a minute, Lover." Before I could've made a smartass comment, she yanked my head to the side and took a nice bite into my neck. Hurt like a bitch. I did try to get her off my neck, didn't work. Whatever she made me swallow was working. Not only that, but I was loosing more blood then a woman does her whole life. You guys know what I'm talking about.

Anyways, I'm assuming that I fell unconscious and she sucked me dry because, I don't remember anything after that. Well…until I woke up. But the place I woke up wasn't this nice little bedroom with a toy train going around the top. Oh no. This place basically sucked. There was absolutely nothing in there, except a pair of chains. Can you guys guess who those were for? If you guessed me, you are correct! They kept me there, tortured me, and then took me out to suck some blood. Not that's what I call fun. But I'm getting ahead of myself here, aren't I?

"Wake up, King." I heard Danica say to me while snapping her fingers.
"Ah…fuck me…" I muttered and tried to stand up.

"That'll happen eventually, Lover." She grinned and laughed. I don't know about you guys, but if someone said that to you, wouldn't you guys feel the least bit uncomfortable? I know I was. But anyways, I felt weak as hell, tired as hell and for once, scared as hell.

R&R, please!