Blade Gaiden
Chapter 1
I looked off into the distance. The sun slowly went up, and behind me, in a now lifeless warehouse, the smell of carnage and blook reaked through the air.
I hadn't been the one to cause it. It was him. The one and only Blade, I thought to myself. Just great, once again, I fuck up and Blade saves my ass.
Speaking of the good old Daywalker, where had he gone off to? I looked around, I saw the streets were empty, unusual for London. We were there on business, not pleasure. Blade had news of a vampire informant. He'd been tracking him to get to his mentor, Whistler.
I sort of looked up to Whistler, but not in the way Blade does. To me, he's just an armourer, but a friendly one who makes good jokes and better weapons. To Blade, he's like a father. I don't know, I've only been with Blade so long.
About 5 months ago, I met Blade. At the time, I'd no clue that Vampires even existed- or that I had been infected. I don't know the exact details of my infection, but I remember this- I was 18 years old, I'd run away from home, to get away from the folks.
The first place I went to was a dance club, little did I know, there were... what did Blade call them? Reapers... Ah yes, the Reapers. They were an advanced form of Vampire. They were immune to silver and garlic.
Of what Blade told, they could even take a hail of bullets and keep on moving. The only thing that could take them down was ultraviolet-rays. Unlike Vampires, not even shielding the eyes of a Reaper could save it in the presence of UV or natural sun rays. Bam, they're down.
Well, there I was, dancing, getting wasted. Little did I know, I was dancing at a Vampire club. I was just about to get my face mauled, when this guy comes storming in, with a katana or some Asian sword. Doesn't matter to me, whatever it was, combined with Blade, it saved my ass.
So, he saved me, but I did get cut up bad. He took me to a hospital, discreetly dropped me off. I had to get a blood transfusion, thankfully, from a non-Vampire owned Blood Bank. The shitty part, was that I got Reaper blood. No clue how... I just got it in me. But the blood didn't turn me into a Reaper...
Funny how things turn out when you're in Lady Luck's favor. I ended gaining Reaper features, but not physical features. Just abilities. And luckily, some of my human traits proved dominant. For instance, I'm immune to sunlight like Blade.
But one thing that did shine through was the need for the feed. It's not as strong as that of a normal Reaper, but enough to make cravings. Once every 2 days, I need a shot similar to Blades, consisting of a synthetic Vampire blood mixture, primarily iron and more potent plasma. Cures the fix good and easy.
Well, I forgot to introduce myself. Damn, always occurs when big shit hits the fan. I'm Mag, Blade's apprentice. I'm ready to kill Vampires... But I don't know why. I have no real motivation really. Other then I have no other life to turn to. Little did I know the shit hadn't hit the fan yet. It was about to though.
Back to my story. I looked behind me, Blade was walking calmly and coolly, he had appeared from the warehouse. As he swayed back and forth in the wind, he holstered his double pistols, which fired Silver bullets. He smiled that toothy smile, which showed vampire canines, and then paused for a moment.
"What in the blue fuck were you doing?"
I froze up. I'd forgotten how much trouble I'd gotten into, and how much trouble he'd just pulled me out of. I started to back up, then stopped, realizing he was on my team.
"Uh... I saw this girl... I noticed she was being followed... Well, I followed her, and saw her being attacked. But it was an... an ambush. I think they're on to me or something."
Blade smiled, this evil grin which meant he had a sadistic yet rare thought of humor in mind. Or that he was about to kill you. Again, thankfully he was on my team.
"So, a pair of breasts compelled you to do this."
I thought for a moment. True... But I had to sound professional. One sign I wasn't good enough and Blade would lose me like a Bears game.
"No. I was following her, after all, we're here to save Humans from Vamps, am I right?"
Blade sighed, and made an 'I give up' look.
"Get in the car. Back to the base, Whistler phoned before you're little 'ordeal'. Said he's got some new toys to play with."
Blade hopped in his old, run down and modified Thunderbird, driver's side. I weakly hopped into the passenger side, head bowed in shame. Yet again, I'd messed up, and Blade made me feel embarrassed, while slaughtering a dozen Vampires at the same time.
CONTINUED IN NEXT CHAPTER
Chapter 1
I looked off into the distance. The sun slowly went up, and behind me, in a now lifeless warehouse, the smell of carnage and blook reaked through the air.
I hadn't been the one to cause it. It was him. The one and only Blade, I thought to myself. Just great, once again, I fuck up and Blade saves my ass.
Speaking of the good old Daywalker, where had he gone off to? I looked around, I saw the streets were empty, unusual for London. We were there on business, not pleasure. Blade had news of a vampire informant. He'd been tracking him to get to his mentor, Whistler.
I sort of looked up to Whistler, but not in the way Blade does. To me, he's just an armourer, but a friendly one who makes good jokes and better weapons. To Blade, he's like a father. I don't know, I've only been with Blade so long.
About 5 months ago, I met Blade. At the time, I'd no clue that Vampires even existed- or that I had been infected. I don't know the exact details of my infection, but I remember this- I was 18 years old, I'd run away from home, to get away from the folks.
The first place I went to was a dance club, little did I know, there were... what did Blade call them? Reapers... Ah yes, the Reapers. They were an advanced form of Vampire. They were immune to silver and garlic.
Of what Blade told, they could even take a hail of bullets and keep on moving. The only thing that could take them down was ultraviolet-rays. Unlike Vampires, not even shielding the eyes of a Reaper could save it in the presence of UV or natural sun rays. Bam, they're down.
Well, there I was, dancing, getting wasted. Little did I know, I was dancing at a Vampire club. I was just about to get my face mauled, when this guy comes storming in, with a katana or some Asian sword. Doesn't matter to me, whatever it was, combined with Blade, it saved my ass.
So, he saved me, but I did get cut up bad. He took me to a hospital, discreetly dropped me off. I had to get a blood transfusion, thankfully, from a non-Vampire owned Blood Bank. The shitty part, was that I got Reaper blood. No clue how... I just got it in me. But the blood didn't turn me into a Reaper...
Funny how things turn out when you're in Lady Luck's favor. I ended gaining Reaper features, but not physical features. Just abilities. And luckily, some of my human traits proved dominant. For instance, I'm immune to sunlight like Blade.
But one thing that did shine through was the need for the feed. It's not as strong as that of a normal Reaper, but enough to make cravings. Once every 2 days, I need a shot similar to Blades, consisting of a synthetic Vampire blood mixture, primarily iron and more potent plasma. Cures the fix good and easy.
Well, I forgot to introduce myself. Damn, always occurs when big shit hits the fan. I'm Mag, Blade's apprentice. I'm ready to kill Vampires... But I don't know why. I have no real motivation really. Other then I have no other life to turn to. Little did I know the shit hadn't hit the fan yet. It was about to though.
Back to my story. I looked behind me, Blade was walking calmly and coolly, he had appeared from the warehouse. As he swayed back and forth in the wind, he holstered his double pistols, which fired Silver bullets. He smiled that toothy smile, which showed vampire canines, and then paused for a moment.
"What in the blue fuck were you doing?"
I froze up. I'd forgotten how much trouble I'd gotten into, and how much trouble he'd just pulled me out of. I started to back up, then stopped, realizing he was on my team.
"Uh... I saw this girl... I noticed she was being followed... Well, I followed her, and saw her being attacked. But it was an... an ambush. I think they're on to me or something."
Blade smiled, this evil grin which meant he had a sadistic yet rare thought of humor in mind. Or that he was about to kill you. Again, thankfully he was on my team.
"So, a pair of breasts compelled you to do this."
I thought for a moment. True... But I had to sound professional. One sign I wasn't good enough and Blade would lose me like a Bears game.
"No. I was following her, after all, we're here to save Humans from Vamps, am I right?"
Blade sighed, and made an 'I give up' look.
"Get in the car. Back to the base, Whistler phoned before you're little 'ordeal'. Said he's got some new toys to play with."
Blade hopped in his old, run down and modified Thunderbird, driver's side. I weakly hopped into the passenger side, head bowed in shame. Yet again, I'd messed up, and Blade made me feel embarrassed, while slaughtering a dozen Vampires at the same time.
CONTINUED IN NEXT CHAPTER