A Thousand Years

Pairing: Drake/Hannibal King

Rating: PG13-NC17

Summary: Drake decided to sleep because of a very human feeling: loneliness. Hopefully in the distant future he would find what he always wanted, a mate.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters unfortunately. No copyright infringement is intended. This work of fanfiction is for nothing but pleasure.

Chapter 2

For as long as he can remember, Hannibal King has always had strange dreams of an ancient battlefield. On one side stood a human army led by some unknown king and on the other side was a vampire army standing in the daylight with a red skinned demon at its head. For years, Hannibal watched from the sidelines as the vampires slaughter every human in their path. As the battle was coming to an end with the violent death of the human king at the hands of the demon something happened that has never happened before. The dream always ended with Hannibal jerking awake with the sound of the demons howl of victory reverberating through his head but tonight he found himself staring into a pair of hypnotic hazel eyes.

Hannibal awoke with a startled cry and sat up in a panic. Panting, he looked around his small room for any intruders. Confirming that he was alone, he ran his hands through his hair and took long deep breaths. Slowly, Hannibal calmed his racing heart and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Falling back down to his pillows, he whispered to the empty room, "What the fuck was that?"

Six figures clad head to toe in black made their way from a helicopter into a weathered ziggurat tomb. Upon entering the tomb, the figures found a secret passage leading down into a small room below the entry way. When they entered the pitch black room is when they dared to remove the cloth covering their heads.

"Danica, are you sure that he is here?" a slim man asked in a pompous voice.

"Yes Asher, I'm sure." Danica hissed baring her fangs at her twin brother.

"Then where is he, dear?" Asher hissed in return.

"Hey, what is this chicken scratch on the wall?" a tall, overly muscled blonde man asked in confusion.

Danica sighed; looking over at Asher's handsome but stupid childe. "It's cuneiform, Jarko. This place is the Cradle of Civilization. He would be comfortable resting here."

"I still think that this place is a bust Danica." Asher nonchalantly said, as he looked at the writing on the wall.

Danica opened her mouth to begin yelling at her brother when an inhuman shriek cut her off. Spinning around, she saw one of their familiars being dragged down into the ground below them. Terror filled her veins as an armor encased demonic arm broke the surface soon followed by the rest of the demon's body.

Danica, Asher, and Jarko watched on in terror as the demon drained the life from the other two familiars with them. They watched as red flesh and demonic horns gave way to a handsome human form. Mesmerizing hazel eyes took in his surrounding, looking over three vampires he left alive.

"Lord Drake." Danica exclaimed stepping cautiously towards their creator.

"Why have you awakened me?" Drake growled.

Danica flinched at the harsh voice. Glancing towards Asher and Jarko, she saw them backing away from Drake, trying not to draw attention towards them. "The hunters have doing significant damage to our numbers over the years you've been asleep. We need your help to return to our former glory."

"Hunters are not my concern. If one of my children gets killed at the hands of a human than they did not deserve immortality." Drake snarled disgusted by the simpering female before him.

"The hunters have something new hunting us." Danica hastily said, trying to gain her Lord's interest.

"What pray tell do they have hunting you?" Drake asked tilting his head to the side, his eyes flashing to golden amber.

"A Daywalker, Blade."

Things have been quiet, too quiet in the vampire world for Hannibal's liking. Sure there were still young vampires who thought they were invincible that were easy targets but the Talos clan has been unseen for awhile. Hannibal knew from experience that is was a bad sign to not have some glimpse of the psycho twins and their loyal pooch. He did not like it one bit.

Hannibal looked over to his partner, Abigail whistler, who was driving them back to the base. Hannibal opened his mouth and started to say something but quickly closed his mouth. He wasn't for sure of what exactly he wanted to say.

"What is it King?" Abby asked, her eyes never leaving the road, "You've never had a problem talking before."

Hannibal chuckled at the comment, seeing the smirk on Abby's face out of the corner of his eye. Licking his lips, he said "I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen soon. It has been way to quiet in the world of bloodsuckers. There also has been no sign of the stooges lately either."

Abby sighed, looking at her paranoid partner out of the corner of her eye, "King, you are just being paranoid. I know you went through a lot at the Talos' hands but there is nothing to worry about. We should only be truly worried when there is no activity at all. Besides, if they were up to something we would have heard something about it by now. You know they can't keep a lid on any of their plans for long."

Sighing heavily, Hannibal looked out the car window. "I know Abby but I can't shake this feeling. I don't know when or what it is but something is about to happen."

Drake gazed out the window of his chambers at the Talos building, enthralled by the city of Esperanto before him. The world had changed greatly over the years and he was fascinated and disgusted with that change. The lights, buildings, cars, and everything else dealing with the advancement of civilization was extremely interesting. It was the fall of his people that disgusted him greatly. He and his children were once warriors and honorable. Hunters were few and far in his day because they simply weren't needed. New vampires were courted and chosen carefully. Vampirism was a gift to be treasured.

His people today were forced to hide in the shadows, no longer able to walk in the sun. The concept of familiars had changed as well. Familiars were humans who wore a vampire's glyph as a sign of protection. Now they are nothing more than glorified slaves hoping to be either turned or to die. Vampires today were nothing more but sniveling children that believed themselves invincible.

The hunters of today were more appealing to Drake especially the one called Blade. In this new world Drake could tell that a true warrior would be hard to find. He greatly anticipated his battle with the half-human and half-vampire. After the battle, that he was confident that he would win, Drake would have a lot of work ahead of him. He needed to firmly guide his people and regain their former glory.

Yes, this new world would provide plenty of entertainment. Drake could feel it in the air, the electric charge slowly coming to a head when he and Blade would collide. He could also feel something else in the air. He couldn't tell what it was but it lit his blood fire and continued to burn like a slowly burning candle. Maybe he would not just have an epic battle ahead of him but he may also have what he always desired as well.

Drake grinned, fangs bared for the world to see, as he stepped back from the window. This new world would provide him everything he desired and more.