Pre Blade Trinity Story

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Chapter 2

Blade had arrived back at his hideout with the girl who had killed the vampire with a knife in the seat beside his. He knew that this situation was very familiar. It was like what happened with Karen Jenson 5 years earlier but this girl was a little older and what seemed like a bit more deadly.

He didn't understand this girl because she hadn't even moved and the vampire had been killed by her knife. He put her on the table that was in the corner. She didn't seem to move.

"Whistler!" Blade shouted as he looked at the girl. He didn't recognise her.

He saw that she was still gripping the knife that had been in her hand. He saw her let it go and it almost dropped to the floor. But it seemed to have stopped about halfway before it hit the floor.

Mason had already woken up and the knife seemed to float back up and into her hands. She grabbed it and held it out trying to protect herself. "What am I doing here?" She said to the stranger who had obviously been the one to bring her here.

"I brought you here so you weren't arrested by the cops." Blade said to her. He wasn't in the least bit afraid of a young woman. She looked like she couldn't do much in the state she was in.

"Who are you?" Blade asked her. He obviously didn't know who she was.

"My name is Mason Carlisle." She said to him. She just sat there still afraid of this man. She didn't even know who he was. The knife was still in her hands. She knew that her mind was on the alert in case anything bad should happen.

"What about you?" Mason said to him. She looked at him suspiciously. She didn't know who this guy was but was going to find out if she could. "I have told you my name it's only right that you tell me yours."

He looked at her like he didn't even have to tell her anything about himself. But even so, she had told him her name. "My name is Blade." He said and got up and walked away.

When he was gone an older man came up to her. "You're that rich girl that's always in the newspapers right?" He said and held up the days' paper.

It had a picture of her on the front with giant words which read 'MISSING'. She sighed and knew that she had to go home. "Last time Blade brought a girl back here was about 5 years ago and she was going to turn into a vampire. The difference is that there are no marks on you." He said to her and motioned to her neck.

"You don't have any tattoos do you?" He asked her. She just showed him the one on her arm. It was a rose, just one she got on the spur of the moment when she was going through the rebel phase of her life.

"How did you kill that vampire without even moving?" Whistler asked suddenly. He was quite perplexed by the fact that she had done it. He was sitting down at his desk right now.

"I don't understand that myself." She said and dropped the knife on the floor but thought about it and it seemed to come back to her level.

She just looked at it and it just floated in front of her. She then opened up her hand and it floated back into it.

"What did you feel?" He said as if by seeing her do what she had just done had sparked an interest.

"All the pent up emotions that I had not let myself feel for the past 15 years. Maybe it was that." She said to him. She just looked at the knife again and then back to Whistler. "I really can't tell you what I felt. I can't really describe it."

He was trying to gauge her reaction to his question. He didn't know what she was but it seemed that she was something that wasn't normal. She might be treated like a freak and put in a lab and be tested on.

Blade came back in a few minutes later. He didn't look at Mason but Whistler knew that he was going to drop her off close by her house. He didn't want her to become involved in this because of what had happened last time.

"I am going to take you back to your house and I suggest that you get out of the city. Come on." He said and looked around, making sure she was following him. She followed him and sat in the passenger seat of his car.

He started the engine and then drove off.

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It must have been a few minutes later when he stopped driving and parked the car just outside of the security cameras that were at the gridiron gates. Mason had told him to stop so that he didn't get caught.

"You should leave the city. No matter how much security you have vampires will always manage to get into your house someway." He said as Mason exited the car.

He then drove off and she didn't think that she would see him again. She pushed the button on the gate and then spoke the password. The gate immediately opened and she walked up to the house.

When the doors opened up into the huge room, there was a large staircase that led to the next levels of the house. The room was tall and quite warm with only subtle tones in it.

"Miss Mason where have you been?" One of the maids said as she came running up to Mason. The maid was older than Mason but only by a couple of years and she had long black hair that had been tied up in the back.

She was wearing the usual maids outfit but had customised it so that people knew that it was her. She hadn't been told off yet because it was asserting individuality and Mason had told her father that this particular maid was a friend of hers.

"I'm fine Liza. Don't worry I was just out all night after having a party." Mason said to her. Hopefully convincing enough to convince her that I was not lying. I didn't want anyone to find out what had happened to me.

"Ok why don't you go up and get yourself freshened up?" Liza said and headed away to go and make sure that she had cleaned up her area of the house.

Mason walked up the stairs and made her way to her old room. She didn't live here on a permanent basis otherwise she would've gone insane on people doing things for her all the time.

Her room was still rather boring. She had changed it when she went to University. The walls had memories of her achievements from the last few years of her life. There was a desk with a computer in the corner of her room.

The floor was white carpet and still had memories of her childhood. There was a stain on it that couldn't be removed it was a red stain that happened when cut her arm after scraping it on the desk. It didn't hurt at first but when she noticed it then did it make her scream for her mother.

Mason took off her dress and headed for the bathroom so that she could feel clean again. She got underneath the hot spray and started to wash herself. When she was out of the shower she wrapped herself in a towel that had already been laid out for her.

She then grabbed another towel from the airing cupboard and started to dry her hair off.

When she was done drying she put on a pair of black jeans, a white top and a pair of black trainers. She didn't really feel like pretending to be a perfect daughter because she knew for sure that she was far from it.

Her father didn't think of her as his daughter, he just wanted someone to push around and she was becoming fed up with him treating her like she was nothing to him.

She did her hair up and left the room. 'Maybe I can get out of here and back to my place without anyone noticing.' She thought to herself. She headed down the stairs and was about to head out of the front door when she saw her father enter the door.

"Mason are you alright?" He said concerned as if he knew that she hadn't been out partying all night. He grabbed her and hugged her.

"I'm fine, just lost track of time." She said to him and hugged him back slightly. In a way she was just glad to have him be a father to her, even if it was only for one moment.