JJ-Jefferu: Hello there world. The Blade Triology has always been a favorite but last week on my movie day with my bestie we watched Blade and Blade II. It gave me the idea for this story, so I hope you like it. Also I want to thank TrappedinaPhoto for reading over this and fixing my errors.
Rayne: Wow..I have to agree with TrappedinaPhoto on this.
JJ-Jefferu: About what?
TrappedinaPhoto: From the looks of things the two love having sex...
JJ-Jefferu: ITS JUST THE FIRST CHAPTER DON'T GIVE ANYTHING AWAY YOU WHORSE!
TrappedinaPhoto and Rayne: -stares at authoress-
JJ-Jefferu: What ever. Chupa do the disclaimer please.
Chupa: JJ-Jefferu does not own anything Blade related, she does however the plotline, Rayne & Ayame, the laptop used to write this and the bed she was writing it on.
Ayame: Enjoy :)
!note this is taking place in the second movie, but in the last couple years instead of when it was in the movie!
"Rooftops" by LostProphets was screaming from a blue mustang's sound system. The two occupants of the car looked at the building they were about to enter. As they got out of the car the shorter of the two, though they were both considered short, turned to the slightly taller one.
"Are you sure this is the place Rayne?" She asks running a hand through her short red-streaked brown hair. The one she called Rayne looked over at her and shot her a glare.
"Of course not Amaye, it will depend on if the information we received is accurate. I mean Joshua has been known to lie," Rayne said as she slammed the car door. The smaller girl glared at her sister.
"Just because you don't like my boyfriend doesn't give you the right to bring up past experiences. You are not a saint either Ray," Amaye says spiteful. Rayne rolls her eyes at her sister's outburst. It was a usually occurrence. It was no secret that Rayne didn't trust Joshua, Scud, as far as she could throw him, which was actually a good distance due to her mythological background. She knew that she had no room to talk, her past was not rainbows and bunnies, but at least she did not rely on trickery to get want she needed. It was why she refused to ever go undercover.
"Yes I know I am no saint Amaye, but I would never rely on tricking people to get my way. But I know you love him and I may not like it, but I just don't want you to get hurt by him." She says to her year younger sister as she adjusts her black TRIPP skirt with chains. Rayne's long brown hair was half pulled up half left down curled. Around her neck she wore a spiked dog collar. Her arms were covered with a black leather jacket with a black corset under it, that stop just short of her belly button revealing her "tramp stamp" lower back tattoo of a butterfly with tribal coming out of it. Knee length combat boots covered her feet up to her knees, a convent place to hide a pair of sais and a silver stake or two.
"Faith I know you have a harder time trusting guys but please lay off. We are going to be working with him and Blade. He tells me that Blade is close to finding Whistler; he said he would call us if Blade finds Whistler tonight. Please just have fun tonight while helping survey the vampire population," Rayne sighs as she looks over her sister. Though Amaye was in a committed relationship, it didn't mean that she wasn't going to dress to draw attention. Amaye was wearing similar to her older sister. She had on a red TRIPP chained skirt instead of black. A bright yellow tank top was covering her upper body, hidden beneath a red jacket. Her feet were covered with white ballet flats, which wrapped up to her knees. Hidden within her bra was a small switchblade. Another weapon, a set of throwing knives, were strapped to her thigh far enough under her skirt that a guy place his hand on her leg and not come in contact with it, until he decided to get frisky.
"Let's do this," Rayne says making sure her sister's weapons were not visible before heading towards the bouncer. The sisters knew better than to take any chances walking into a club/bar that was a known vampire hang out, but it was not The House of Pain, which only vampires had access or unless they were "with" the vampires. It was another club called Starlight and it was known for having a variety of patrons inside. Not that many people believe in vampires existing let alone Faeries, which is half of what the two sisters were, not that anyone other than Blade, Whistler and Scud knew. Blade and Scud were the hardest to convince, Whistler on the other hand accepted it, but with good reason. His wife's best friend had been the girl's mother and he took them in after their mother was killed by the same vampire that killed his family. The girls never knew their sperm donor, as they referred to the man who was responsible for their existences. Though they were a year apart it had been something their mother couldn't talk about. The girls had an idea but never pushed it.
"Well, should we use a glamour or just go all nature?" Amaye asks as they head towards the bouncer.
"It shouldn't matter tonight, but if we ever get a chance to go in The House of Pain we will have to use it. We should be safe tonight," Rayne says walking straight up to the bouncer. He was a broad and muscular bald black guy. He didn't even ask to see any ID or a name, he nodded the girls in. People in the line groaned and protested the unfairness but were ignored. The two girls smiled to each other as they hear the protests. "Perks of knowing the help," Rayne said as she spilt up from her sister and walked towards the bar. Amaye headed straight for the dance floor. The sisters were here to get information on the latest activities in the area. Reaching the bar Rayne sits down on an empty bar stool and turns to the bartender who was looking at her expectantly.
"What can I get you," the emotionless voice asks. Upon inspecting the bartender Rayne noticed that he felt like a vampire.
"I'll have a fruity drink, preferably one that has a taste of pineapple," Rayne says. She wasn't picky, but hated beer. The guy nodded and began to work on her drink. While he was working on her drink Rayne took the opportunity to look around the room. She was getting all sorts of readings. There were humans, mixed breeds, humans turned vampires, purebloods, and a few things she would have to check out once they reached Blade's current hideout. Her senses were a bit warped due to a previous addiction she had. She learned a lesson, faeries and drugs do not mix well. Smoking is not a hazard nor drinking but drugs on the other hand, any type is a hazard.
"Here you go," he says placing a drink down in front of her. As she reached to take some money out of her pocket and someone sits down next to her and waves the bartender away, Rayne had to believe that he was either a regular or someone powerful. Rayne looked at the guy. He was by no means unattractive. He was fairly tall, her estimate at least six foot. His hair seemed as if bleached, but there were things some people had naturally, like Rayne's blue bangs. He was wearing what looked to be a chain mail that was designed like a t-shirt. Rayne's eyes went lower and looked at his pants. His pants were leather and his feet were inside a pair of combat boots. All in all Rayne found herself attracted to him. From the feel of him she could tell he was a pureblood.
"Why did you do that," Rayne asks turning herself towards the dance floor, her eyes scanning for her sister. From the corner of her eye she could tell that he was looking her over and a smile crossed his face. She kept herself from rolling her eyes. She spotted her sister dancing with some red-head chick. The chick Rayne could tell was also a pureblood and had someone watching her intently. Rayne assumed it was her mate. In ways the red-haired vampire reminded her of Amaye.
"What can I say I like to buy pretty strangers drinks," at the sound of his voice Rayne jumped. His voice was an alluring sound to her ears and she turned to him, reluctant to take her eyes off her baby sister.
"You must do it a lot then, but I think you are mistaken about me being pretty," Rayne said smoothly taking a sip of her drink. This causes him to laugh.
"No, I don't find many pretty strangers whom I'm drawn to and buy them drinks. Truthfully you are the first," he says, his voice full of sincerity. This shocked Rayne. She knew he was a pureblood and they typically look down on human turned vampires let alone anyone who resembles a human. She shook her head at this.
"Again I must say you are delusional. Not that I'm ungrateful for a free drink but I am not pretty," Rayne says sipping her drink and glancing back at the dance floor hoping to find her sister. Amaye seemed to have disappeared in the horrid of bodies on the floor.
"No I think you are delusional. Normally I don't approach people who are unique," he says. The way he said unique just gave away he was unsure as to what she was exactly. Rayne smiles at him.
"I'm Rayne, but you can call me Ray, I have a variety of names though," Rayne says sticking her hand out to the blonde who bought her a drink.
"And why should I tell you my name," he says smugly grabbing Rayne's hand and pulling her close.
"Because how am I supposed to thank you," Rayne says leaning in closer to him.
"Chupa, the name's Chupa," he says and then smashes his lips to Rayne's. Rayne is shocked for a minute but then gives in to the kiss and starts kissing the vampire back. After a few minutes, Rayne's lungs were screaming for air and she forces herself to pull away. Though she seemed reluctant, before the two can resume their activities someone comes up behind Chupa and starts speaking to him in vampire tongue. Though Rayne is a bit rusty in the language she understood what they were saying.
"What are you doing Chupa, she's not a pureblood," the blond long haired vampire hissed to Chupa. Chupa looked at his friend and snarled.
"Stay out of this Priest, she's not like anyone else in here expect for the pixi chick who was dancing with Verlaine earlier. Besides there is something about her that draws me in," Chupa replied in the same tone that Priest had used to him, without the hissing. Priest shakes his head.
"Just be careful Chupa," he turns to leave and then stops a few steps away. "And whatever you do don't bring her back to the hideout. We don't need Reinhardt pissed," and with those words Priest disappears. Rayne was pretending that she didn't hear the conversation or that if she did that she was ignorant to what had been said.
"Your friend seems a bit mad," Rayne said again scanning the room for her sister. Again she catches sight of her sister dancing with the pureblood she can now call Verlaine. She saw Chupa shrug from the corner of her eye.
"You seem pretty fixated on the pixi girl dancing with the red-head," Chupa say trying to keep the jealousy from showing. Rayne smirked at this. He was jealous.
"Yeah I tend to keep my sights directed onto my little sister, she tends to cause trouble." Rayne says her smirk growing as she sees the shocked look on his face. Rayne turned to him. "You thought I was playing for the other team?" Rayne asks raising a brow. He nods, not exactly trusting his voice. "Well if I did, I'm certain that kiss we shared would not have happened," Rayne says standing up after gulping down the remains of her drink. Chupa grabs her arm as she went towards the dance floor.
"Where do you think you're going," Chupa asked with a hint of amusement. Rayne rolls her eyes.
"To dance. Care to join me," Rayne says stepping between Chupa's legs. Chupa smirks and stands causing Rayne to take a few steps back and then drug Rayne to the dance floor. The techno music from the club was very stimulating to the half-human. She begins to dance closely with Chupa.
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The sound of rock music woke Rayne up. She groaned as she rolled over in the bed looking for her cell phone. A grunt alerted her that she was in an unfamiliar place with someone else. The last thing Rayne could remember was dancing with Chupa and handing Amaye the keys.
"Fuck," she whispered realizing what she had just done and then looked on the floor for her jacket, where her phone was located. Luckily for her they were right next to the bed. She quickly pulled out her phone and flipped it open, not even looking at the caller ID. "Hello," she said hoarsely. Her throat was burning. Her other hand subconsciously went to her next to check for marks, she let out a breath when she realized there were none.
"Where the hell are you little one," a gruff old voice said on the other end. Rayne's eyes widen as she sat up in the bed and the sheet fell down to her lap, exposing her breasts.
"Whistler," she whispered back.
"Yes it's me now where the hell are you. Ella says that you gave her the keys and disappeared last night," Whistler says into the phone. Rayne looks around the room for a clock or anything that will indicate a time to her. There was a clock on the wall and it read '1:45 p.m'. Rayne's eyes widen, she left the club with Chupa at midnight and they entertained themselves until 6 a.m.
"Fuck," Rayne swings her legs over the bed and begins to look for her clothes. "Give me the location and I'll be there in about twenty minutes," Rayne says as pulled on her skirt. She noticed her underwear lay in shreds on the floor next to Chupa's pants. Luckily Chupa didn't discover her sais and stakes in her boots. Whistler tells her the location and then hangs up. She hissed in pain as she put on corset. Her back burned. Rayne looked over her shoulder and noticed the multiple scratch marks and the dried blood on her back. 'Fuck,' she thought. 'Now I have to be really careful with what I wear,' she finished thinking as she laced up her boots and slid on her jacket. She looked down at Chupa and smiled. She really liked him, but they were of different worlds. She leaned down and kissed him one last time. Making sure she left a note, along with her number. She knew it was risky but it couldn't help it. Rayne took one last glance at Chupa before she exited the apartment. On her way out she passed the same guy who had warned Chupa. Rayne assumed that he too lived in this apartment complex when not at their "hideout" She smiled at him and gave him a nod. In which he returned. As soon as the afternoon air hit her, Rayne closed her eyes and focused on her sister's energy and then was gone.
JJ-Jefferu: I hope you like it. I noticed not many people are really into writing Blade Fanfictions so I wanted to :)
TrappedinaPhoto: So you can teleport?
JJ-Jefferu: Yes sir, but they tend to not want to. They like to blend in with the humans :D
TrappedinaPhoto: Oh...Review this piece of artist ability.