Disclaimer: Ineither ownHarry Potter nor Blade (Wish I did but don't most of us). This is strictly for fun.
A/N: This is the 1st fic I'm publishing so be gentle. If I get good reviews I'll continue publishing new chapters and eventually the whole series (so far I have 9 - 12 stories in the series currently planned) if not this goes straight back into my private collection. Hope you enjoy this.
---- Streets of New York ----
Two figures ran down a dark alley, they seem to be in a hurry but if anyone were to look closer they would see that they were in a panic. Their footsteps rang out through out the alley as they ran looking over their backs. They were shouting at each other in a strange language.
"Where… where the fuck is he!" yelled the huge bald headed man with a beard.
"How the fuck am I suppose to know!" came the angry and breathless reply from his slightly shorter and crew cut companion.
They stopped dead in their tracks and looked around their breath hanging the cold night air.
"You guys looking for me?" a voice came from the shadows.
The men turned towards the shadow and were about to turn and run when… BANG! BANG! Two shots rang out and hit both of them in their leg. They fell to the ground screaming in pain just as the shells from the modified Uzi hit the ground. Both men started to scramble away from each other as the figure stepped out of the shadows. The man with the crew cut was able to get up and try to hobble away, big mistake. The figure raised his weapon towards the retreating figure and fired three shots in rapid sursection. The bullets hit him in his shoulder, heart and stomach, his body started to burn-up and all that was left was a pile of ash being blown away by the wind.
"Tell me where it is and you might live to see another night." the figure told him as he pushed the barrel of the gun to the forehead of the terrified man.
---- Building down the Street ----
In the basement of a warehouse away from any prying eyes, a rave party was going on. As the beat of the music got faster and the volume got louder, the sprinkles started to drip. The sprinkles turned on full force as the music reached its peak, a red liquid started to rain down onto the dance floor. Blood. It cover the occupants of the dance floor just as they started to show who they really were, their K9s grew longer. Vampires. They were having the time of their lifes, making out and licking the blood off of each other. But then the music and the blood stopped, leaving the dancers in somewhat of a daze.
"What happened to the music?" shouted one of the dancers
"The power's been cut" the DJ replied.
"What the…. Jesus" a shirtless man with blood all-over him started as he turned towards the fuse-box only to have the words die in his mouth as he sees the figure from earlier standing next to the fuse-box removing his hand from the lever.
Mumbles started to spread throughout the level.
"It's him"
"Daywalker"
"My God"
The figure stepped forward. His leather combat boots making little sound as he took three steps forward. His full length trench-coat covered most of his leather clad legs which were held up by a matching leather belt with a metal belt buckle with a lighting bolt on it. His vest held by metal buckles looked like it weighed a ton, it probably did since each of the rectangular blocks on his vest contained a metal plate 16mm thick but he carried it without difficulties. Dark shades hid his intense green eyes but the look on his face told everyone who could see it that he meant business. He ran his right hand through his messy brown hair revealing a lighting bolt scar on his forehead. He stood a little over 5' 3", Harry Blade Potter.
The scene was almost laughable, a crowd of over thirty full grown adults were backing away with every step forward that this young boy took. He took one more step forward before stopping and staring at the crowd, daring them to make a move.
"DIE DAYWALKER!" a man jumped forward only to have two bullets shot through his head.
All hell broke loose as most tried to escape while others decided to take a shot at the Daywalker. Three of them charged from his left only to have him spin around to one knee facing them. Having switched his weapon from semi-auto to full-auto, he made short work of them. He emptied the rest of his clip into the escaping crowd. He ejected the clip and loaded a new clip and corked the gun. He jumped behind a pillar as the DJ pulled out his own sub-machine gun and started shooting at him. He retaliated by emptying most of his clip at the DJ. He ducked back behind the pillar as the DJ returned fire. He reached into his trench-coat with his left hand and pulled out a small lighter sized object. He pushed a button on top of it and tossed it towards the DJ. It exploded sending the DJ flying over his table and onto the floor and landing as a pile of ash. Another vampire charged towards him with a crowbar.
Click
His gun was emptied. He took a quick look at it before throwing it at the man's head hitting him between the eyes. He threw back the right side of his coat revealing six silver stakes strapped to his right leg. He pulled out one of them and thrusted it into the man's heart turning him into ash.
"HEY BOY!" Blade turned toward the female vampire who called him. "I'm going to reap your head off!"
She charged taking a swing at him. He ducked kicking the side of her knee, bringing her down to her knees. He punched her twice in the stomach and shoved a stake through her chin.
Blade stood up and looked towards a door just as five men dressed in matching uniforms ran it carrying batons. They lined up in front of with a gap between them. A huge blonde haired man with a beard dressed in jean stepped through the door accompanied by two more uniform men.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? If it isn't Blade himself." he mocked.
"Humph… Creed."
"GET HIM!" Creed ordered and the men attacked.
One of them raised his baton really to strike but Blade just stood there. Just as the guy came within arms reach, Blade reached behind his back, pulled out his sword and sliced the guy's head and arm of in one smooth motion. Blade continued to block any other attacks with his sword and dodged others. He ducked down and cut him off at his knees but before he had a chance to hit the ground Blade swung back and sliced him in half vertically. One of the remaining men tried to tackle him but ended up with a face full of table wood as Blade had jumped up brought his sword back down through the guy's back.
"Time to end this." Blade thought as he got up and ran towards a wall, pulling out a knife with two blades facing opposite directions on either end.
"Shit!" Creed yelled, recognizing the weapon he jumped out of the way as the other men ran forward.
Blade threw the weapon and it span towards them cutting each of their throats. Blade caught the weapon as it came back to him. He looked back just in time to see the men turn to ash as they hit the ground. Seeing an opening Creed charged towards Blade's back but he side-stepped Creed and sliced across the back of his thighs and back.
"AAHHHHH!" Creed screamed in pain as he pushed himself up. He looked up to see Blade standing over him.
"You know Creed, I'm getting real tired of cutting you mother fuckers up." Blade stated as pulled another lighter sized object from his coat. He pushed the top of it and it started emitting a high pitch sound. "Thought I'd try fire for a change."
Blade dropped the incinerly device and walked away, leaving Creed rolling on the floor covered in flames and screaming in pain.
Blade stepped outside the building and saw a man sitting on the hood of a Barracuda spots car smoking a cigarette. He had long white hair which was just past his shoulders. He had a long white beard and his face had all the tell tale signs of an old battle harden warrior but his face soften as he turned towards Blade.
"What took you so long, kid?" he asked jokingly.
"Very funny, Whistler."
"Get in kid." said Whistler getting into the driver's seat of the chair (left-side).
"How about letting me drive?" Harry asked with a grin.
"When you get older kid." Whistler answered starting the engine.
"He lets me blow stuff up, kill suckheads, beat the crap out of people but does he let me drive a car…no" Harry mumbled to myself as he got into the car.
As they drove on to the main road they saw a figure limp out of an alley and onto the sidewalk.
"Hey Whistler get a little closer to the sidewalk."
The figure was the surviving vampire from earlier. He was think that he was going to pay Blade back when he saw a car driving down the road and stuck his hand out trying to get a lift. But instead he saw a figure sticking itself out of the passenger side window. As the car got closer, he saw the figure pull a long object from its back. As the car got closer he saw the figure's face, Blade. That was the last thing he saw because as the car pass by him, Blade took a swing at him.
"What was that about?" Whistler asked as Harry slid back into the car.
"Oh just some unfinished business."
---- Hideout ----
"Hey guys, welcome back." a girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes greeted the two men as they got out of the car.
"Hi, Crystal." greeted Harry.
"Morning, kid. What's for breakfast?" Whistler asked.
"Funny Whistler. Why don't you check the fridge?"
"How was the party, Harry?" she asked knowing that he was out look for another vampire safe house.
"It was a bang." he replied changing his shades for a pair of reading glasses and taking off his coat.
"I still don't understand why you wear those you have better than prefect eyesight."
"Personal reasons."
"I've know you for three years now and you always give me the same reason."
"And it's probably going to stay that way."
"Well, I'm going to find out some day, Hare-bear."
---- Harry's Room ----
Harry placed his sword back on its stand in front of his weapons rack where he placed his Uzi, sword and his remaining stakes into a holder. He took a look at the other weapons on the stand, a shotgun with a duo high-power stake launcher, a MP-5A5 with scope and UV torchlight and an M-16 with scope, UV torchlight and 60 round magazine.
He walks over to his bed and sits down next to his side table, he pulled open one of the drawers and reached into it and pulled out a photo frame. A smile slowly spread across his face. A knock on his door took his attention away from the photo, Crystal stuck her head through the door.
"Hey Hare-bear come on down I got something cool to show you."
"Coming." He got up, putting the photo back in the drawer and closing it.
---- Workshop ----
Whistler was busy using a power-saw to cut away at piece of pipe clumped in a vice, he looked up towards the stairs which lead to the second floor as Crystal and Harry came down the stairs.
"Hey Whistler get over here. I think you'll like this too." She called out walking towards a table with a microscope, test tubes, beakers, etc.
"Alright kid what you got that's so interesting?" Whistler asked somewhat impatiently.
"Alright this is a bottle of an anti-coagulant called EDTA." She said holding up a bottle of blue liquid. "This is a sample of vampire blood." She held up a dish with a red liquid in it. "Now watch what happens when I add a little EDTA." She drew some of the blue liquid into a syringe and added it to the blood.
"You guys better stand back a little." She warned as she stepped back.
Just as she stepped back, boom, crack. The glass dish shattered in a small explosion.
"Woa! What was that?" Harry asked.
"That is what happens when you add an anti-coagulant to vampire blood. What do you think?" She asked with a smile.
"I think Harry's got a new toy." Whistler stated amusingly.
"Ya" Harry agreed.
"Anyway I'm going to take a nap. Waiting for you two can be tiring." She stated walking up the stairs to her room.
"Sleep well."
"Thanks Hare-bear."
(3 Hours Later)
Crystal woke up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She pulls on a pair of track pants and made her way down to the workshop.
"Har? Whistler?" she called out seeing no one but received no answer.
She rounded a corner, only to duck behind some shelves as she saw Whistler stick a syringe in to Harry's neck. As the red liquid was pumped into his neck Harry's body started shaking and convulsing, the only thing preventing him from falling to the ground was the fact that he was strapped to the chair and his left hand was holding onto Whistler's hand in a vice like grip. Harry doubled over breathless and the mouth piece he had, dropped to the ground. Harry looked up and saw Crystal behind a shelf with a worried and pained look on her face.
"Hey Cris! Had… huff a nice…huff nap?" Harry asked with a small smile trying to assure her that he was fine.
"Ya… ya. I did." She answered shakingly.
Harry was unstrapped from his seat and walked away from them though a little shaky. Whistler walked up to Crystal and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
She looked up at Whistler and asked, "How is he?"
"Not good, it's over 20mgs now. It's getting dangerous." He told her with a sad look.
"Isn't there anything we can do?"
"No"
"Damn it! I feel so useless." She said as tears gathered at the corner of her eyes but she quickly wiped them away.
"Don't go beating yourself over this, what can a 16 year old do about this." He tried to assure her.
"I don't know, I love Harry and I feel that I have to do something." She stated.
Whistler looked at her wide eye at her statement.
She saw this, "Don't look at me like that. I don't love him like that, I love him like a brother though I sometimes wonder an older or younger one. Besides, I'm not into younger man."
"Well then how about an old gent like myself?" he joked.
"Go jump off a bridge you old fart." She smacked his shoulder jokingly.
"Anyway are we ready for tomorrow?" he asked.
"Yup. I got everything we need but why are we doing this? I mean we've never done anything like this before."
"You'll see kid. You'll see." He answered a tad sad.
---- Streets of New York ----
It was 7 in the evening and Blade stood on the roof of an apartment building. His foot was on the ledge as he rested his elbows on his thigh as he looked through a pair of binoculars. Through the binoculars, he observed two men loading two containers into a back of a black van.
"Hey kid what's going down?" Whistler's voice came over the transceiver that was in his right ear.
"I see two familiars but no signs of the package."
"Well… keep looking kid. Marty's never been wrong so far."
"What about that time in Chicago?" He asked jokingly.
"Well nobody's perfect."
"Hey Hare-bear!" Crystal's voice came over the transceiver and though he didn't sound like it there was a smile on his face.
"Cris didn't we have a discussion about this?"
"Fine…Blade." She obviously did not like calling him that. "Anyway what do you think of new toy we've made for you?" she said in her usual happy voice.
"Haven't had a chance to look at it yet." He answered looking at the large rifle case on the ground next to him.
"Well open it." She said impatiently. "I spent a lot of time finding that piece of hardware so you better appreciate it."
"You know, you sound really cute when you whine."
"Glad you know that I'm cute and I'm not whining, Hare-bear."
"Damn kids, flirting at a time like this." Whistler's came in the background.
Crystal busted out laughing and Blade just chuckled.
"Heads up. Something's going down." He said looking through his binoculars. He sees a black man hand a brief case to one of the man loading the van then leaves. "The van's leaving." He got up grabbing the case and ran towards a road junction. He jumped the gaps in between the buildings, stopping only when he reached the last building.
"Ok. Let's see what we've got here." He said opening the case. "Nice." He complemented when he saw the Russian made SV-98 sniper rifle.
"You like?" Crystal's voice came over the transceiver but before he could answer she continued, "Ok, the mags hold 10 rounds each, the mag in the rifle has sliver bullets, there's another mag with silver rounds. There's an empty mag for you to load with a choice of silver bullets, silver hollow points filled with essences of garlic and silver nitric or high explosive rounds all of watch you can see at the bottom right corner."
"The van's rounding the corner and heading down the street." Blade informed them.
"Then I'll speed this up, the scope isn't your regular scope." Blade picked up the rifle and flips open the lids and looks through the scope which looks too big to belong to this rifle. "It has night vision, I know you don't need it but I thought that it might help, thermo sights and a 5X optical zoom for further range shoots and there's a built-in silencer so you don't have to worry about passer-bys."
"Alright, now let me handle this." He sets up the bipod on the ledge and takes aim. He pushes a switch just above the safety and zooms into the driver of the van. He zooms in close enough to see the driver's face but instead of firing, he zooms out and shoots out the left front tire.
The van slows to a stop and both the driver and passenger got out to see what was wrong. Blade takes aim and shot the driver in the head, he fell to the ground dead. The passenger pulled out a gun but a second later he too was dead on the ground, shot right between the eyes.
Blade placed the rifle back in its case and gone up and walked away from the ledge. Suddenly, he turns around, runs and jumps off the roof of the six story building and landing on his feet.
He walks over to the van and opens the passenger side door. He finds the brief case on the front seat. He pulls a lock-pick out of his coat and picks the lock, he opens the case slowly checking for any booby traps. Finding none he opens the case, reveal that the case was filled to the brim with money.
"Ok. I got the case. Make the call for someone to pick up the blood."
"You heard him Cris."
"Got it."
"Alright kid, I'm coming to pick you up."
---- Hideout ----
The car pulled into the garage and its occupants got out.
"Where's Cris? She's usually here to greet us." Harry asked a little worried.
"Maybe she went out." Whistler suggested.
"No, she would have told us. Something's not right." He stated pulling out his Uzi. "Whistler take the left side I'll take the right."
Whistler just nodded pulled out a sliver pearl handle 9mm Barrette from his vest and moved off. Harry moved slowly through the garage, he ducked behind a bookshelf, he continued to move stealthy through the garage till something grabbed his attention.
"Something's burning." He thought as he rounded only to see a birthday cake with 11 lit candles on the table.
"Huh?"
"SURPISE!"
Blade turned towards the voices, weapon drawn ready to shot but instead he saw Whistler and Crystal standing there smiling.
"What's going on?" Blade asked lowering his gun.
"Hare-bear don't tell me you've forgotten what day is it today?"
Harry scratched the side of his head with his gun before answering, "Nope."
"Sigh… it's your birthday Harry."
"Oh ya but what's with the cake?" Harry asked still a little confused.
"Never you mind kid, let's eat." Whistler answered trying to change the subject.
"Ok." Harry shrugged.
"Come on Harry blow out the candles and make a wish." Crystal pulled him towards the cake.
Harry changed his glasses before blowing out the candles.
"So Harry how was your new toy?" Crystal asked cutting a piece of the cake and handed it to Harry.
"It was nice but I didn't need all the extra ammo, I only used 3 shots."
"Well you never know besides the rifle can be switched to full-auto unlike the original." She handed Whistler a slice.
"If that's the case then I'll need larger mags."
"I know so here." She set her plate on the table and pulled out a small box wrapped in white wrapping paper and red ribbon. "Happy Birthday, Hare-bear." She handed him his present.
Harry accepted the present but looked at her with an arched eyebrow, "You're kidding, right?"
"What? You gave me a present for my birthday now I'm giving you one." She said innocently.
Harry opened his present and saw 3 30 round magazines and an assortment of loose bullets, "Cute."
"Here kid." Whistler handed him a medium sized black case.
Harry opened it to reveal twin black pearl handle barrettes and on the handle there were gold lighting bolts, "Wow… thanks Whist."
"You know if I didn't know any better I would think that I was going somewhere and not coming back." He said jokingly.
"Oh don't be silly Hare-bare, you'll be here for a long time." She lend over and gave him a peck on the lips, Whistler just remained silent.
"I ..aa…think…that… ya." He stammered, spotting a slight blush while Crystal giggled.
There was a sound of wings flapping coming from the roof of the building.
"It's here." Whistler said to no one in particular.
"What's here?" Crystal asked a little confused.
Harry looked around and noticed a brown owl fly towards them. As it got closer, Harry noticed that it was carrying two envelopes in its crawls. It dropped them onto the table and flew up to the support beams of the building.
"What was that?" Crystal asked quite astonished at what just happened.
"That was an owl with a letter for Harry." Whistler answered matter-of-factly. He picked up the letters and handed Harry the first letter. "Here kid."
Mr Harry James Potter
Whistler's Garage
Manhattan New York
TBC... Please review.