A/N: 'clears throat'...I'm here again. I hope that there are a few of you left lingering around this fandom to read my newest chapter fic. This thread will not go dead damnit! Anyway, I bring you another Trinity story thanks to seeing Ryan Reynolds recently. Lets just say he inspired me to write a new one. So, strap yourselves in kiddies. Please be good to me and review even if you hate it and want me to rot in hell. To those who actually have that thought, guess what...I still love you. Play nice.

McFadden-

Chapter One

Routine...routine...routine...

That's all this ever seemed to fucking be now was a routine. Get a callout, go kill a bunch of hemophiliac-loving pricks, go home and shower, then crash. An endless procession of killing and maiming, battering and bruising. He felt that one reverberate throughout his body, even now. His muscles were in a constant state of burning. It wasn't that he was getting used to it. God, by no means should anyone ever get used to this! After Daystar, he was so certain that things would dissipate slowly, but he was wrong. It wasn't that he didn't love this anymore, he just needed a break.

King looked over at his better half, Abby, who was poised and lining up a score on some unsuspecting fanged freaks from 200 yards away. She seemed to never tire of her job. Stamina, however, wasn't always on his side. It was one of the many deceptive points of being a Nightstalker. Being unappreciated by the ignorant waking world, was another. King didn't know why he was being so bitter tonight. He just had a fog surrounding his mind. He wasn't going to let that compromise their safety though. Just a few moments more of this and everything would be over.

The smell of burning ash of their final victim brought him back to the reason why they were out on this little conquest. Apparently the local 'Suck Club' had a reluctant member. Caulder was the first to hear news about this rarity. Not many vampires resent the fact of what they are, but oddly enough there was one, and now, Abby, Caulder, and himself were looking for whoever it was. King knew all too well the feeling of being held against your own will, but judging from their information, Caulder says that the mystery vampire was still playing up the role so that the rest of them didn't turn against him, so hopefully he'd still be alive by the time they got to him. Whoever it was, King knew that they would have hell to go through in the next couple of weeks if they was going to be saved. Maybe that was the cause of all this uncertainty that King was feeling. The sound of Abby's voice in his earphone brought him back out of his head.

"I think that was the last of them. There has to be more around the inside. If this guy is still playing up to them, then they shouldn't know we are coming."

King grunted from his position on top of a fire escape.

"I hope this fucker appreciates all the shit we're doing for him."

He could almost hear Abby snigger on her mic.

"You know, that's the same thing I said when we went to rescue you."

Instead of a comeback remark, Abby heard his voice, spiteful and cold.

"Yeah well, I was being tortured. What's this ducebag's excuse? He doesn't like his playmates?"

Abby looked up at him from her spot on street. She didn't like the feeling she got from him. He wasn't exactly in the best mood when they left but this was a bit unlike him. King of all people should be sympathetic to this guy. Ever since they set foot on this building, he seemed to change. It was really disconcerting to her. He hadn't even made a joke at anyone's expense yet. So she decided to call him on it.

"What the hell is your problem tonight!"

Her hushed but venomous reply hit a chord with him and he was wrought with guilt. He didn't know the answer to her question but he didn't want her mad with him either. King sighed heavily and rubbed his beard with one hand.

"I don't know Abs, I'm sorry. I just want to go home. I don't like it here."

A moment of silence passed before she spoke. The reassurance in her voice came back over the other end of the speaker as she tried to help him.

"Soon King...very soon. I promise. Are you ready to go inside?"

King tried to switch of his emotions then, leaving room only for the task at hand. Hopping off of the stairs, he shot at the bolted door with his silencer attached to his gun, hardly making any noise at all. The steel door gave with a little persuasion and King's inhuman strength. Stepping into the dusty, dim corridor he stopped dead in his tracks causing Abby to hold off also. The since of foreboding in this place nearly knocked King over. It brought him back to his years as a vampiric slave. The feeling made his stomach tie itself in knots. Abby watched him carefully as he stood there seemingly in another world. She was about to ask what was wrong before he shook it away and started to walk again. To her, it was almost like he really didn't want to be here.

There was not a sound to be heard in the place, only smoke and the rancid smell of blood and rotted human flesh. King moved through the area with a practiced ease...almost too much ease. Abby wondered if this was another place that he was held with Danica. That would at least explain the mood. But from the looks of it, she wouldn't be getting anything out of him. He remained tightlipped as soon as they stepped in here. Up ahead, they saw concrete baths with not blood, but drained human corpses in them. As sad as it was, both Abby and King were unfazed by the sight. Beyond that was a hollowed out room over to the side. He didn't like the look of what happened, or the fact that they seemed to be all alone. The silence was too eerie, but neither of them wanted to break it. King motioned for her to go around to the other end while he stuck to the left.

The room itself was pitch black with the exception of two low hanging halogen floodlights in the center of the ceiling. With his keen eyesight, King could just make out a shadow in the edges of a corner. With his electronic pistols drawn he inched closer. His senses were overpowering him and sending his mind into overdrive which hadn't happened in years, but he was unable to stop it. All he could do was wonder why.

A unexpected flash of unnatural eyes in the dark nearly sent King to the floor. The one they had come for was curled up in the shadows of the corner. Abby saw it too. Definitely a vampire, there was no doubt about that. Frightened and terribly beaten by the others. Obviously they found out why Abby and King were there and taken it out on this one. It was the one they were here for. Abby debated on how to coax the vampire from the darkness, but before she could say anything, there was movement as it crawled slowly and timidly into the light. King made a strange noise in the back of his throat causing his partner to look at him curiously. Abby saw him stiffen and immediately became aware of the drastic change again in his behavior. There was a definite horror evident in his face. But what was the most strange emotion she discovered was the sorrow and guilt she saw etched in his features. Something wasn't right here. There, in the light now, crouched a young woman, not a man, like they suspected. Her dark hair was caked with blood and her pale skin was whiter than the moon but badly cut up. Her eyes met Abby's for a moment, studying her. Their green glow was scattered with flecks of copper. A rarity among vampires. Usually, there eyes were a frosty blue. Her simple gaze was unnerving and obviously having an untimely effect on her partner when the woman's eyes strayed to him.

Time froze. If King believed in ghosts, he would've sworn that he was looking at one right then. No power he possessed, however great it was, could have prepared him for the feeling that hit him that moment. It was immediate cold sweat, dry-mouth, fear based articulation that he'd ever felt. But this was no conventional fear like the kind he had during the days of submission in the eyes of Danica. No, this was completely different. He was scared over what she knew. Some deep, convoluted secret that he never let bleed to the surface since the last time his eyes saw her. Something nobody, not even Abby, was aware of.

She looked at him, her gaze as intense as ever as she struggled to stand up and face them. Her countenance was still uncertain as though she didn't believe that they were standing there in front of her. Abby saw the power in her body, but she didn't seem to have the strength to move much. When she spoke, Abby noticed as she regarded King with a slightly frightened glance before she whispered, forcing her unused gravelly voice out of her throat.

"Three days... They've kept me here for three days. They found out my secret and punished me for it..."

The sound of her voice was enough to disturb anyone. Abby hated to even think about what they did to her. She took a sidelong look at King who was still imbedded to his spot, unmoving, useless in the moment. Looking up again, Abby saw that blood began to leak out of the corner of her mouth, dripping from her chin. She watched carefully as the woman's eyes listlessly moved around the room before she swayed and fell heavily to the floor. This snapped King awake and both of them lunged forward to her, not without Abby tossing a pissed but concerned look King's way. Caulder chose that moment in time to come over the radio and verify their situation.

"The tracker shows that you made it inside. What the condition? Somebody talk to me."

Abby took the initiative to speak so that she could watch how King reacted with the girl. She figured that he would be better suited to do it since he knew exactly how she must've felt and what she went through.

"We found her. It's bad Caulder...She's in grave condition. Call Dash and make sure he has two units of cleaned, oxygenized blood ready. The girl lost a lot of her own. She's going to need it if the treatment is going to work."

The smooth textured voice responded with a bit of surprise at the report.

"Gotcha. So we have a woman on our hands then. I'll inform Dash. See you outside."

King was bent over the woman. Abby could've sworn she heard him whisper into the girl's ear as she saw how he carefully moved her hair from her face and gingerly looked over her injures. Her shoulder blade was shredded and judging from the bruising under the skin of her abdomen, more than one of her ribs were shattered. As her hair became unstuck from her neck, Abby saw the telltale glyph there, not noticing how King flinched when he saw it too. It was a symbol that she'd never seen before, but it looked like a variant of the Talos mark. Crouching down, King gathered her into his arms without taking any precaution that she was a vampire. This grated on Abby and she finally spoke up in lieu of his carelessness. That was something they couldn't afford right now.

"King, unconscious or not, she's still highly dangerous."

He looked at her after he made sure the body in his arms was secure. It was the first time that night that she realized how tired and taxed he looked. His voice only verified it when he spoke.

"She's not going to wake up for a while Whistler. She's out cold. Even if she did, she'd be in too much pain to do much else than lay here."

Abby shrugged disapprovingly and scoffed. But said nothing while putting her bow back onto her belt, pissed. Finally, her anger getting the better of her, she replied acerbically.

"Great, I don't recognize the mark and we don't even know her fucking name."

There she went. Storming away. Before King rose to his feet, he sighed heavily and yelled after her, begrudgingly.

"It isn't Danica's mark!"

Abby whirled around clearly annoyed with King's whole presence all night and looked at him with a bit of confusion, but clearly expecting some sort of answer. He just closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"It's mine..."