A/N Here's the second chapter, the 4th chapter is going to be the one with explicit sexual content so if you're squeamish I recommend you skip it. I would like to thank Pharaonin for pointing out my mistake with mixing up sundogs with daystar. This is what happens when you've seen the movie only once and have no Beta so thank you! Tell me what ya think.

It was dark, cold, and ominous as King made his way through the long alleyways with the now blood encrusted Abby over his shoulder. He stopped once or twice to see if he could rouse her from her unconscious state but no such luck. King finally saw a large abandoned warehouse that looked good enough to hide in for a while so he could figure out what to do next.

King entered the warehouse and set Abby gently against a wall so that he himself could collapse next to her. His breathing was slightly harsh because of his rushed passages through the never-ending labyrinth of cruddy alleyways.

Suddenly King perked up when a crashing sound came from outside the front door. He spared a glance to the comatose Abby, then stood up and took a fighting stance. The doors burst open as maybe 20 vampires flooded the room blocking the only exit.

"Shit, shit, shit." He said under his breath as he calculated the odds of getting him and Abby out of there with a few bullets left and silver spikes.

"Oh yeah, I'm fucked."

The next thing he knew it was raining glass from above. King shielded his face from the onslaught of sharp glass shards. When his arms fell away he found he wasn't alone anymore. Déjà vu.

Standing right next to him was the tough almighty bad ass Blade. In flurry of Black leather and shimmering steel, heads were severed and dust was certainly blowing in the wind. Not one to be left out of the action King jumped next to Blade's side and proceeded to seriously kick some vampire ass.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a vampire sneak by him and advance on the tasty treat that was Abby. Just before his fangs descended into the luscious flesh of Abigail Whistler, his head popped off his body like a champagne cork and landed in a heap of ash. King stepped forward with a long shard of glass in hand.

"That's right you shit seed whose your daddy?" King allowed himself a satisfied smirk before he turned around to face the rest of the bloodsuckers. However, all that remained was Blade and a large amount of dust.

"Just taking a walk through the neighborhood?" King threw at the ever stoic Blade. Blade raised an eyebrow to remind King of how annoyed he becomes at King's antics.

"Something like that," he growled.

"Yeah well thanks but I think we'll be okay now," King spat bitterly as he hoisted Abby back into his arms.

"Your biological weapon won't work anymore." Blade growled again, not one to beat around the bush.

"Yeah no shit Sherlock, we were running away from them because I thought it would be fun if we all played hide and go seek." King exited the warehouse trying to determine where the closest payphone would be, but Blade was hot on his heels.

"She should get cleaned up." King shot him a nasty glance that portrayed how thankful he was for having the obvious stated.

"I'll drive you back to your base or whatever your calling it these days." Blade offered without removing the scowl from his face.

King was torn between keeping his pride and getting Abby cleaned up. He looked into Abby's placid and blood smeared face and like always, Abby won.

"Fine."

King moved around the small infirmary gathering small cloths. He proceeded to clean Abby of all the blood and then doctored her few cuts and scraps. He left a water glass and some painkillers by the bed in case she woke up while he was gone. Before he went to talk to Blade, he stood in the doorway silently thinking and watching her.

'This one is gonna leave a large scar on the both of us, kid. But the others knew what they were getting into so that makes it okay….right? I can't even say that I regret leaving Jasmine behind because it meant saving you. What does that mean? I guess it's because you're the only family I have left. But seeing all these people die isn't doing me any favor.'

King turned around to go and said under his breath, "I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor."

Abby jerked awake. She was dreaming she was in a pool of blood, inhaling the red molasses and unable to move. She immediately recognized the familiar surroundings of the Nightstalkers current honeycomb and relaxed. Her head throbbed as if a whole percussion band had taken residence in the space between her ears. King suddenly entered the room and his face lit up.

"Hey there sleeping beauty, I thought I would have to pull out the smelling salts to revive your comatose ass." He sat next to her bed. She noticed something about his smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"What happened? Where are the rest of the Nightstalkers?" King's expression froze as he reached to her bedside table.

"Here take this, you probably have a hell of a headache." Abby took the pills and gave him back the water glass.

"What happened?" She said in a soft voice already knowing she wouldn't like the answer.

King took her hand in his and gently stroked his thumb over her knuckles. Abby was getting more upset by the second, she didn't like to be touched so King usually didn't cross that line unless she instigated it.

"They found a cure of some kind. We were rushed. You got kicked in the temple and went down into one of their little bloodbaths," he gently touched the side of her already bruising head. Abby remembered her dream. "The others didn't make it and the only reason we did is because Blade showed up." Abby nodded her head and bit her lip to keep the prickling tears behind her eyes.

"We gave 'em a good run while we could though." King said with a smirk to try and cheer her up. Abby allowed her a sniffle before hardening her facial features. King let go of her hand with a sigh already seeing commando Abby take over.

"Obviously this kind of organization would require a new leader so we need to find out who the new guy is." Abby moved to sit up but was forced back down by King's gentle hand.

"Whoa there tiger, you need some rest. We'll deal with the new fuck face in good time. Besides Blade is already trying to do recon on the whole dealio. Not that he tells me, he just slips off into the night with his leather coat billowing behind him without a word. So you just sit tight." King started to leave when Abby bolted up right again only to be rewarded with a painful stab into her head which she clutched in her hands.

King went back to her and slowly eased her back against the pillows.

"What about Zoe?"

"Oh I didn't forget the munchkin. I gave her a call about an hour ago to check up on her. It seems she's doing fine. Apparently, she spent the evening kicking Sam's ass at chess." Abby managed a weak smile of relief.

"You know you had me going there for a while Whistler." King said with disconcerting seriousness. He wouldn't meet her eyes. "Don't do it again." With that King left the room to get her something to eat.

Abby's blank stare fell on the window where the sun was slowly rising casting a blood red hue over the sky. "We almost had them," she whispered.