AN: This story may look familiar, I posted it on my other account. I got the motivation to write again. so here it is. And I don't own any of the characters from the movies.

Looking around the club, you'd think that it was just a place where people came to dance and have fun. Everybody jumping to the beat of the music and as the song ends, something strange happens. The sprinklers suddenly kick on, and instead of water….it was blood.

This almost was the cue. The scene went from people dancing to animals feasting. Fingernails became claws, teeth became fangs. People became monsters as groups of them pounced onto others. The music continued to play and some started dancing again.

Two or three people could be heard screaming as blood was sprayed everywhere. The sudden boom of music caused everyone to start jumping to the beat once more. A bunch of the creatures attacked a girl who was not aroused by the blood coming from the ceiling. She screamed madly, kicking wildly, trying to stay away from the ones that threatened her, trying to stay alive. Everyone else knew that she fail at her task as her screams trailed off into silence and her body went limp. They began eating her. Blood was gushing everywhere from her neck and body as they sank their teeth into her flesh.

Out of nowhere, the creatures suddenly turned to dust as heads went flying over the crowd. After about twenty died, there was a gap in the crowd where one man stood bearing a sword in his right hand. With his left hand, he straightened the collar of his black leather overcoat.

The glint from the blade stabbed fear into everyone's eyes. They hissed at him as if to ward him off. Slowly he began taking steps toward the crowd that backed up as he went forward. A hush fell over the crowd as the African American put away the sword, they whispered to one another.

"It's him. The Daywalker!" Then one person called out over the crowd, "Go to Hell! Daywalker."

With that, a bunch of them leaped onto him only to be shot as he quickly pulled out twin automatics filled with silver bullets.

That being a lesson to everyone else, they started to scramble. Running left and right, trying to get away. The panicked room somehow lost track of the man that they were frightened of through all of the confusion.

Suddenly a side wall was blasted creating a huge hole, and two people stepped over the rubble; one carrying a machine gun and a woman carrying a long bow, a lot of the crowd stopped to see was happened which was their worst mistake.

The man that had entered through the new door yelled, "Did we catch you mother-fuckers at a bad time!"

Then pulling the trigger, he started shooting reckless at anything and everything. Between the three of them, nearly the entire room was emptied of people. Instead dust and ash mixed with blood littered the floor. There were a few bodies here and there, but most of them were human.

A group of maybe ten bloodsuckers stood close to the entrance of the club. The Daywalker made a move toward them and they took off. He also started running to keep up with them, calling out "Let finish them off!" One of the other two made a "hmph" noise in response. While he continued running out onto the street, he pulls out a couple vials of some sort of blue liquid and inserted them into a dart gun. Turning into an alley where he saw a strangler run into, he cocked the gun. Surprisingly, there was nothing but a dumpster and a garbage heap. Even with that, the darkly clad African-American showed no emotion. His brown eyes quickly scanned the alley for fire escapes or the top of a building for some sort of idea as to where they went. Finding nothing, he turned back to the street.

Into an ear piece that is invisible at first glance, he says softly," Lost 'em."

A perky voice replied behind Blade. "Well, got nothin' back here. Think the god damn fuckers split!"

He grinned at this comment and then added his own," The only problem with that, kid, is that there's nowhere to go."

"Hell, you 'pect me ta know where they went. Fuck that, Blade! Let's just be done and call it a night." The younger man said sluggishly.

Blade shook his head. "You go 'head and head back, I got the ride. Won't be long. There's something that I need to check."

The girl could be heard chuckling, "Well if ya go and die, don't come crying ta me. And come back soon, you know I don't like babysitting!"

The other guy exclaimed, "I heard that!"

Blade kept hearing voices during his conservation. Sounded like a gang, probably chasing a loner. His theory was confirmed when he watched a girl was being chased by some biker-looking freaks. She was running franticly and they were gaining on her. Their speed gave the notion that they weren't human.

"Just as I suspected." He spoke aloud to himself, grumbling to himself. He was going to have to help this girl.

By the time that he reached them, they had her cornered in the dark alley that he just came from. Blade peaked around the corner where the two walls came together. Blade counted five. One had a chain that he was swinging around like a whip, two had baseballs bats, the fourth had twin daggers, and the last had numchucks.

Numchucks! Blade couldn't help but grin. This was going to be fun; vamps with outdated shitty weapons.

He turned and stood in the entrance of the alley, he noted that the one with the daggers seemed to act like the leader of the crack heads. "Oh look sweetheart, your prince of darkness has come to your rescue."

The others turned in his direction.

Blade was attacked with a chain and a couple of bats. He decided to fight with in hand-to hand combat just to make it more fun and to give the stupid assholes a fair chance. Unfortunately for them, they were so stupid that they weren't smart enough to realize that the only way to beat him was to run away. Two of the three became impaled by spokes that stuck out on the sides of the dumpster, and the third guy was decapitated and turned to ash by a silver knife that Blade pulled from his belt. There were very little left at all by the time that Blade was finished, all the remains were scattered by the breeze of the cool night.

Sticking the knife back into his waist, Blade remembered that there were still two other guys and that girl. He turned around to see what damage had been done while he was distracted.

The sight blew him away. The two guys lay on the ground dead with twin stakes, though they were crudely made from the scrap metal found in the dumpster; she had driven them into their hearts. She was panting, trying to calm herself.

She had a gothic look to her. She was dressed in black from head to toe with flaming red hair that reached her shoulders and was layered. Other than the hair, she looked like something that came right from the Addams Family.

But Blade saw past all of this, seeing her lean on the brick building for support. Her hand was pressed at her left side while the other hand hung limp. Her eyes were shut, probably didn't notice that he was standing there until he bent down and shoved the stakes deeper into the demons hearts which then made them disappear into the wind, and all that was left were the stakes that was stuck in the pavement.

The girl slowly opened her eyes to see Blade stand up, straighten his collar, and glance at her for a second. Knowing that with every moment he stared, her eyes grew more and more fearful. She acted as if she was glued to the spot. So he took two steps towards her so that their faces were practically touching; removing his sun-glasses, he commanded, "Remove your hand," and then made a gesture to her left side.

Quickly she obeyed, only to reveal that she had been stabbed in the side and was losing a lot of blood. Blade knew that she would not make it much longer, having lost that much fluid. No human could, she also kept getting whiter and whiter to the point that she could have passed as a corpse.

Then he asked, "What's wrong with the arm?" referring to her other side.

She replied with a wince as she switched weight from foot to foot, "I think that it's broken." Then she searched Blade's eyes and quickly added, "It doesn't matter though. Thanks for helping me. But I need ta…." While she was babbling, she tried to walk some way out of the alley and onto the street. Unsuccessful, she stumbled and fell into Blade's arms. With that, she fainted.

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