Hey guys! If you are looking for an actually Blade story you've come to the wrong place. This story is inspired by Drake's character from Blade Trinity. WARNING: EXPLICIT content throughout the story.
Prologue
Ancient Egypt
Approx. 3000 B.C.
She'd been running from the pharaoh's men for hours now, ducking and hiding behind any object she came across that would give protection from those that were hunting her. She was exhausted, ready to give up and be caught. She had finally settled behind a rather large stone when she felt strong arms grab at her and jerk her up above the boulder. She struggled against those arms and tried clawing with her nails to give herself even a small advantage and away of escape. She wasn't strong enough to flee but she still felt the need to fight them even knowing it was useless. They were taking her back to him, back to their pharaoh, to be used and violated because he was the law. She let out a cry in her native tongue. "No, please. Just kill me instead. I beg of you. Let me die. Let me walk into the other world and be with the Gods." The guards laughed and shook their heads thinking her pathetic and cowardly. Their laughter ringing in her ears she bowed her head and wept silently.
As they were walking back and everything fell silent, she heard a whisper in the wind in a language she'd never heard before. The guards didn't seem to notice the slight noise. She didn't know what to make of the sound so she allowed the men to drag her along back to the pharaoh. Then she heard a cracking sound and before she could turn the guard to her right fell to the ground in a heap. The other guard grunted and as she turned she saw him fall over with blood seeping from a wound on the back of his head. She let out a scream, unsure of what was happening and thinking she would be next.
"Show yourself beast." She yelled into the dark night. She whirled around waiting to be attacked. When nothing or no one came upon her she began to walk from where she'd just came from before the guards had caught up with her. Back to the shelter of stones that would make some protection against the elements; to sleep for the night and to rest from the events of the day.
Once back at the stone she took off her dress and laid it on the sand. She then proceeded to lie on one half while curling up and pulling the rest over her body for protection against the night air. Being so exhausted she fell asleep quickly and soundly. She awoke suddenly from the dress snapping back and revealing her warm skin to the cool breeze. Before her eyes could adjust to the dark she felt a cool hand slip up her thigh stilling her breath. She realized she should be afraid, afraid of being raped and killed yet she found the touch exciting.
In her own language with a funny sounding accent she heard the stranger whisper the words "Beautiful" as he continued to stroke her thighs trying to coax them apart which she suddenly did. Not understanding her bodies reactions she asked, "Who are you?"
The stranger spoke very gently, "Do not fear little one. I shall never hurt you nor leave you alone to be hurt." The words spoken so soft and sweet, melting her insides and before she could respond she felt lips so feather light upon her own. Before she knew what was happening the stranger began to deepen the kiss as he lowered his already naked frame unto her. Her arms flew up to his chest to push him away. Then he flicked his tongue across her lips making her grasp. Seeing an opportunity the stranger took it and delved his tongue inside the sweet haven of her mouth. With the taste of pleasure that occupied her mouth she gave up on pushing him away and instead pulled his head down for more. The stranger let out an approving, or what she hoped was an approving growl as he ravished her mouth with his lips and tongue.
The strangers hands began to roam all over her body causing it to heat where he touched her, making it seem like at any moment she'd burst into flames. As he broke off the kiss he asked in a husky voice what her name was and she told him, Meta. She never thought to ask his name because he proceeded to lightly kiss her breast; which made her lose all train of thought. Then he did something she never would have expected and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking until she was moaning in pleasure. Meta didn't think anything could feel better than him kissing her breast and yet she hoped there was.
The stranger was pulling in sharp, harsh breaths when he pulled away from her breast. Thinking him done she started to sit up wanting to coax him back to her when he slid a finger down past her stomach trailing to the juncture of her thighs and plunging his finger into her core. She let out a cry of pure ecstasy and a jolt of pleasure tore through her body. The pleasure being so intense she didn't even have time to feel embarrassed or be concerned that he shouldn't touch her at all.
She felt a hot flame settled in her lions burning her insides until she thought she'd burst at any moment and she would surely die. Then he told her to lie down which she obeyed immediately while he's fingers continued their wickedness. Then he spread her legs wider so he could settle himself between being the innocent that she was didn't fully understand what was happening or what was about to happen. She felt prodding between her legs and instinctively lifted up causing pressure to build down there. Then the prodding stopped and for a split second she felt so utterly alone until the stranger thrusted into her so hard and feeling her so completely she let out a cry of pain and happiness.
He slowly moved inside her trying to hold back not wanting to hurt her but he smelled the blood, blood of innocence and it drove him mad. He pumped faster and harder not caring if he hurt her anymore because the smell of blood had sharpened his fangs and he knew when he came he'd sink his teeth into her beautiful throat.
Meta had long since lost the blind pleasure and was in a world of pain. Her loins were hurting but the stranger continued to thrust inside her and she'd not dare ask him to stop and leave her. She knew nothing about him but knew that if he left her it would hurt even more. So she allowed him to seek his pleasure from her body. She felt something change, a pulsing inside, and felt the flow of liquid into her. That's when she felt teeth sink into her and she started to thrash beneath him thinking he meant to kill her now.
As Meta fought him he pulled her head more to the side continuing to drink. Her blood was like nothing he had ever tasted. It was sweet and pure, not tainted by malice or harshness but most of all it tasted innocent; so innocent it made him feel alive for the first time in centuries. Her blood made him feel whole, like he'd found the one he'd been searching for and that's when he knew he'd turn her so they could be together. He'd make her a vampire; a mistress of darkness to walk with him through eternity.
Meta knew she was dying but she was too weak to move or yell, too weak to even really think. All her thoughts said she would die and die she would but she'd die with the knowledge that she'd known pleasure; true pleasure and it gave her peace. "Do you wish to live? If so drink now. Drink and be with me forever." The stranger's words didn't make sense to her. She felt a warm tangy liquid against her lips and she licked it. It teased her mind with its strength and power. She felt more drip into her mouth and she gladly took it. Then without thought she latched onto the source of the warm powerful liquid and drank deeply. She heard the stranger moan with pleasure making her suck on the source harder realizing his wrist was the source.
Then he pulled away and agony struck and blackness fell upon her. She couldn't see or hear which frightened her. She tried to feel about for the stranger and couldn't find him. She cried but couldn't hear it making her scream but no sound came. Then flashes of scenes came before her of things she'd never seen before of things she didn't understand. It all terrified her. The blood and death were gruesome but she couldn't look away. She hated it and herself because she wanted to experience it herself. She wanted to kill and feed. She felt the thirst; the burn in her throat and knew she had changed forever.