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After the smoke cleared from the explosion, Blade and Diana stepped into the room. In front of them, were glass sliding doors that led into a room full of ancient pages. Diana hurriedly rushed past Blade into the other room.
She stared in awe at the pages, and lightly traced the ancient glyphs with her finger.
"I guess you already know that these are the pages from the Book of Erebus," he said. Diana absentmindedly nodded, not taking her eyes off one of the pages.
"The vampire bible. It has all the recorded history of their kind," she said. Her eyes fixed on a certain part of the page. "The Spirits of the Twelve will awaken the Blood God," she read aloud. Blade turned to her astonished.
"You can read it? I thought it was a dead language," he asked.
I wrote part of it, she wanted to say, but he really didn't need to know that right now. So she just settled for nodding. "Why is Frost so interested in LaMagra?"
Then she heard something. She looked to Blade to see if he heard it too, he nodded and listened more carefully. They could both hear light footsteps. Blade followed the sound, while Diana took her gun out and followed Blade.
He led her to a teenager sitting in a corner.
"Take my hand," he said as he stretched out his arm towards her. Diana felt another presence in the room, and turned around and pulled the trigger. One vampire out of many exploded into ashes. Quinn and Mercury joined the others in the room.
"Hola, amigo. Remember me?" Quinn said.
The teenager started attacking Blade as Diana fought the other vampires. They tried to pin her down, but she was faster and more experienced than they were. She killed five of them in five seconds with her daggers, when she heard a gunshot and she felt pain spread through her left shoulder. She stopped fighting and clutched her shoulder in pain. They had shot her with a silver bullet. Silver couldn't really kill her, but it could weaken her greatly. She dropped to her knees.
Mercury held a knife to her neck and pulled her up. Diana saw that Blade was pinned against a column with wire. She couldn't really help him now.
Quinn removed a glove from one his hands.
"You took my arm, man. But that's okay, I'm growing a new one." Diana looked at his arm. She could see the skeleton and muscles forming, but it wasn't covered by skin yet. "Do you think I'll ever play piano again?" Some of the other vampires laughed at his lame joke. One vampire held up Blade's sword.
"Look! I've got his pigsticker!" Diana and Blade smiled when the blades sprung out the hilt. The blades cut the vampire's hand off. He dropped the sword and the blades sprung back in.
"You're a fuck-up, Crease!" Quinn turned his attention back to Blade. He started punching Blade in the face and in the stomach. When Quinn got tired he stopped.
"Stay with me, sweetness. I'm not through with you yet," Quinn said. Quinn noticed a few stakes strapped to Blade. He took one out and admired it.
"Silver. Nice craftsmanship," he said as he walked over to Diana. "Now this is a man who takes his work a little too seriously, don't you think?" As he spoke he dragged the stake over Diana's chest. She kneed him in the groin. His hand came her way, and she moved to avoid being slapped, and his hand stopped an inch away from Mercury's face. She bared her fangs at him. She dug her nails into Diana's bullet wound. She winced at the pain.
Quinn moved back over to Blade. "Which reminds me, I owe you one, Blade." He drove the stake into Blade's shoulder. Then he drew another stake. "Actually if you want to get technical, I owe you two."
Blade laughed.
"What's so funny?" Quinn asked.
"I'm expecting company," Blade spat out. It was then, that Quinn noticed a small earpiece in Blade's ear.
The wall to the right of them exploded, revealing Whistler with a big gun.
"Catch you fuckers at a bad time?" he asked then started shooting. Diana took advantaged of this distraction. She grabbed Mercury's hand with the knife and twisted it away from her. Mercury dropped the knife and Diana elbowed her in the face and flipped her over her shoulder.
Blade grabbed Diana and pulled her away from Mercury and led her to Whistler. Whistler threw a backpack into the room and they all rushed out.
"You've been listening in the whole time?" she asked clearly pissed off. She was still holding her wounded shoulder.
"We keep radio contact," Blade explained and ripped the stake from his shoulder.
"You think I'd let him run loose without a chaperone?" Whistler asked. A train sped by them. Diana stuck to the side of the walkway with Blade and Whistler right behind her.
The backpack exploded and Whistler was knocked off of the walkway.
"Whistler!" Diana called out.
"He can take care of himself. Now jump!" Blade told her. Once the train cleared they jumped to the second set of tracks.
The vampires appeared in the doorway they had jumped from. They both unholstered their guns and shot at the vampires. Then they heard another train coming and jumped to the walkway on the other side.
Blade saw Quinn and two other vampires make the same jump. Quinn made it but the train hit the other two. Blade and Quinn fought causing them to Diana from the platform and under it. She tried to pull herself up but the space between the platform and the train was narrow. Quinn knocked the sword from Blade's hand and it landed an inch away from Diana. She picked it up and stabbed Quinn through the crotch. He roared in pain as she took the sword out and through it to Blade. He disarmed the booby trap and cut off Quinn's arm. Quinn ran away like a wounded puppy with his tail tucked in between his legs.
Blade quickly pulled Diana up. The train was coming to an end and the vampires weren't that far away.
"Once the train clears, we're screwed," Diana told him. Blade moved her to his left.
"What are you going to do?" she asked. Then she noticed he was staring intently at the train, "Oh my God! You know what you're planning to do is not humanly poss…" her words cut off as Blade lunged and grabbed the end of the train. She helped him pull themselves onto the footplate. She smashed the lock open with her shoulder and opened the door. They tumbled inside the car. Her wound burned with pain. If she took the bullet out now, she would lose a lot of blood. It took awhile for her wounds inflicted by silver to heal.
Diana noticed Blade in pain next to the door. She crouched next to him.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"My shoulder…it's dislocated," he said in between breaths. She put a hand on his shoulder and he tried to pull away. He was uncomfortable with the contact.
"Let me help you," she said soothingly. He relaxed in her grip. She popped the shoulder into place and he grunted with pain. He took out a tube and the pistol injector she saw Whistler use on him earlier. It looked like he was struggling with it.
"Here, let me give you…" she started but he pulled himself away from her. Damn, he is too stubborn, she thought.
"No get away from me," he said. He loaded the tube in the pistol and injected himself. His body shook with pain as she watched him. He saw things click in her eyes.
"You're a vampire?" she thought out loud.
"No, I'm something else," he said. His voice was full of self-loathing. She felt sorry for him. She knew what it was like. She laid down on the opposite set of seats from him. The pain in her shoulder was still throbbing. She closed her eyes and napped all the way to the next stop with Blade's self-hating voice in her mind.
They arrived at the hideout a few hours later. Blade had immediately gone to his room. He had ignored Diana since the train ride.
Diana fixed her injury with a special salve she had created centuries ago. Then she took a shower and joined Whistler in the workshop area. She sat across from him as he explained Blade's story.
"I found him when he was thirteen. He had been living on the streets and feeding on the homeless. His need for blood had taken hold at puberty. I took him for a vampire at first, almost killed him too, then I realized what he was. Blade's mother was attacked by a vampire while she was pregnant. She died but he lived. Unfortunately, he had undergone certain genetic changes. He can withstand garlic, silver, even sunlight, and he's got their strength. This time tomorrow, all those wounds of his will be healed. He stages like a human though. See, vampires age slower then humans," Whistler explained.
I know, Diana thought.
"Unfortunately, he also inherited their thirst," he continued.
"I thought the serum was supposed to suppress that," she said.
"Time's running out. His body's starting to reject it, and so far all my efforts to find a cure have failed."
Diana thought over all the things Whistler told her. She should have been able to sense it. Maybe I'm getting lazy in my old age, she thought.
"Why do you hunt them?" she asked curiously. She understood why Blade hunted vampires, but the old man never once mentioned why he did it.
"I had a family once, a wife and two daughters. Then a drifter came calling one evening, a vampire. He toyed with them first, tried to make me decide which order they die in. We kill as many of them as we can find, but it's getting worst."
"Because of Frost," she added.
"There's something happening in the vampire ranks, something big. And I'll stake my life that that son of a bitch is at the center of it."
Whistler turned away from her, telling her that the conversation was over. She stood up and walked out of the room. She pondered over everything that happened. It was amazing they didn't kill her for revenge for what happened to them.
She walked over to Blade's room. It was dark and gloomy. He was sitting in chair facing the window. She called out to him.
"Blade," she said softly. He ignored her as usual. She stepped into the room and sat on a nearby table.
"Whistler told me what happened. He told me what you are." She tried talking to him about the subject.
"You don't know me. You don't anything about me," he said harshly. Diana was surprised.
"I'm not human," he said quietly.
"You look human to me."
"So do you. Humans don't drink blood," he argued.
"That was a long time ago. Maybe you should let that go," she said reasonably.
Blade glared at her. She didn't get it.
"Everytime I cut down one of those monsters, I get a piece of that life back. So don't you talk to me about forgetting." He turned away from her.
Diana nibbled on her lip in irritation. She still had to drink blood. She had tried to make a serum many times, but the virus had prevented it. She walked over to him and crouched down to look straight into his eyes.
"You can go ahead and keep all that anger. I understand that you're angry and upset over what happened. But just know this, the vampire that did this to you doesn't care. He or she is probably proud, dead, or getting good day's sleep. Holding onto to that anger will do nothing but eat at you. The vampire isn't bothered about what happened to you. Just know that," she stated and left the room.
Blade stared after her. She did have a point, but what she didn't understand was that he used that anger to do his daily job.
Whistler and Diana were unloading boxes from a truck when Blade came out of his room. He noticed that Diana was carrying twice as much as Whistler.
Blade went over to Whistler and handed him a pieced of paper from the archives.
"What's this?" Whistler sniffed it. "Smells like a vampire wiped his ass with it."
"I took it from the archives.
"It's written in blood," Whistler noticed.
"It's from the Book of Erebus. I think it's what Frost's been working on," Blade replied.
"It says something about the Blood God and the Spirits of the Twelve. I don't know. I can't make out the rest of it."
"Maybe this'll help," Blade said as he handed Whistler the disk he took from Pearl. "I think Diana can help you."
"I'll figure out something."
"What's all this?" Blade asked.
"We took a trip to the hospital last night and borrowed some equipment," she said as she set some boxes down on a table.
"For your miracle cure?" he said sarcastically. Diana's eyes narrowed in annoyance. She walked over to a table and picked up a bottle filled with blue liquid.
"This is EDTA. It's an anticoagulant. It's used to treat blood clots. Now look at what happens when I introduce it to a sample of vampire blood." She took a syringe filled with the blue liquid and squeezed it onto a slide under a microscope. She stepped back a little.
"Take a step back the reaction's energetic," she warned. Blade took off his sunglasses and looked through. The red blood cells were reacting violently. He moved away just as it blew it up.
Whistler chuckled and Diana smiled. Blade just looked annoyed.
"Some cure," he grumbled.
"I didn't say EDTA was a cure. You can use it to kill vampires." (A/N: The original line sounded so corny.) She still had that amused look on her face.
"Wait a minute, I need a sample of your blood," she told him as she reached for a kit.
"Later, I'm going downtown. I need more serum."
"Serum can wait. This is more important," Whistler said. He limped away and started coughing
Diana led Blade into a chair. She found vein and inserted a needle. The vacutainer began to fill. She noticed that Whistler's coughing was getting worse.
"Is he sick?" she asked.
"Cancer," was all that Blade said. His face didn't show any emotion.
"You know, my mom used to say that a cold heart is a dead heart," she commented.
"Your mom sounds like a Hallmark greeting card," was his smart-ass reply.
"She was born before the company was even thought of, jackass," she growled. She took the needle out and discarded it.
Blade got up and put his jacket on as Whistler limped back over to her.
"Ow, Damnit!" Whistler shouted. They both turned to look at him. He had cut his hand on a piece of broken glass. Diana's eyes were fixated on the cut, and she felt her canines elongate. She hadn't fed in a while. Whistler didn't notice she was staring, but Blade did.
She quickly looked up to see Blade studying her. She pushed past him to the bathroom. Whistler looked up to see what was wrong.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Nothing," Blade replied and followed Diana into the bathroom. He stayed out of sight and surveyed the sight in front of him.
Diana had a death grip on the sink. Through her reflection he could see that her eyes were blue again. He had gathered that when her eyes were blue was when she went into "vampire mode".
She moved her hair (now curly, from when she took a shower) to her right side to reveal an old scar on her neck. She stroked it sadly. He walked in and she turned around. Her eyes looked sad.
"What do you want, Blade?" she asked.
He grabbed her jaw gently and tilted it to the side to see the better. It looked really old.
"That's not from Quinn's bite," he said as he let go of her jaw.
"No shit. It's from when I was turned into a vampire." She moved to exit, but he grabbed her arm.
"What happened?" he asked. He realized that he knew nothing about her. She looked impatient.
"My first husband turned me, alright?" She jerked free from his grip.
"You hate being a vampire," he realized. There was a pain in her eyes that reminded him of himself.
"It's not that I hate it. I just don't like it that much. The way I was turned ruined my whole life." She said more than she should have. He didn't need to know about her issues.
"Do you drink blood?" When she looked away, he got the answer he needed.
"I've tried to make a serum, but my body doesn't tolerate. So I stick to blood banks. Vampires have somewhat of an all-access-pass to them."
"So we're not that different."
"Yep. Well I have somewhere to go. I'll leave in a few minutes and be back in about an hour. But I need to talk to Whistler first," she said and left the room. Well, it was a start. He would get more information later.
Fast-Forward to Truck Scene
Diana had been awake for some time, and was waiting for Blade to come around. They had tranquilized her with a small dose of silver nitrate on her way to a blood bank. When he finally awoke, she relaxed.
"I need my serum. Maybe when we get out of this, I'll take that miracle cure of yours," he said weakly. He looked tired.
"There's one catch. If it works, you'll lose your strength and your ability to regenerate. You'll be completely human." Diana could see the disappointment in his eyes and felt bad.
The truck came to a sudden stop. The doors opened and some guards took them out of the truck. Diana and Blade struggled but they were still weak. They were tossed down a chute and picked up by other guards. They were led down a hall that led to a huge room that looked like Ancient Egyptian temple. Deacon, Quinn, and Vanessa were waiting for them.
"Blade, Diana, glad you could make it," Deacon said. He was facing the other way.
"Hey man, thanks for the shades," Quinn said as he tilted them.
"Our ancestors called this place, The Temple of Eternal Night. Nice, isn't it? Apparently these geniuses forgot it ever existed." Deacon gestured to the Vampire Council. Diana recognized some of them, but she usually didn't care too much about the other race of vampires.
"Fortunately for us, I'm, what you might call, a student of history." He walked over to Blade. "Why are we here? This temple was built for one glorious moment. This night, for the Blood God."
Suddenly, Quinn came over and punched Blade in the face. The impact made him fall to his knees. Deacon turned around.
"Thanks. Now let's see this sword of yours." Mercury unsheathed the sword and threw it to Deacon, who caught it.
"Titanium, right? Acid-etched? I could get used to a weapon like this." He swung it around a few times, and then pressed a button on the sword. Blade look surprised at this.
"What? You look surprised. I told you, Blade. I know everything about you. Hold out your arm, Quinn."
"Why man? Cause, it's like all better now," he stammered.
"Hold out your arm! Now!" Deacon said a little more forcefully.
"But, Deek, I…" he stopped and reluctantly held out his arm.
Frost raised the sword to swing then stopped.
"Just kidding," he said. Quinn pulled his arm back and laughed nervously.
Diana saw that Blade was getting weaker.
"Blade," she whispered but Frost still heard them.
"He can't hear you, honey. The Thirst has got him now." Quinn handed him the group of serum injectors that Blade had. But instead of serum, there was EDTA in them.
"What do we have here? Your precious serum? How long has it been since you last shot up? Twelve-thirteen hours maybe? I bet you're just dying for a drink. What's it feel like? Is your blood on fire?" he teased.
"Try some. You might like it," Blade replied weakly.
"Thanks but I prefer the real thing. In any event, I don't think you'll be needing these anymore." And he tossed them over the edge.
"It's a shame, you know. When I think of what you've become. What you should've become. I don't blame you. I mean with everything that's happened, it's the human side that's made you weak. You should have listened to your blood."
"Say what you want, but I promise you'll be dead by dawn," Blade snarled.
"Oooh," Quinn teased pretending to be scared. Then a man walked. He was of tall stature and had brown eyes and black hair, but his skin was tan. He had several tattoos on hi arms. Diana's body went numb with shock when she saw. He smiled at her.
"Horus," Blade heard her whisper. She must know him.
"It's nice to see you again, Dyania. It's been what, 6,000 years?" he said.
"6,839 years to be exact. You bastard! What are you doing here?" she said through gritted teeth.
"Thought I stop by and see how you were doing," he said playfully. She just wanted to snap his neck in half.
"You know her?" Deacon asked.
"Yeah, I used to be married to her. I was her first husband and she was my first wife," he answered. Blade's head snapped up. This was the guy who turned her.
"Nevertheless, it's a nice family reunion. I have plans for these two that needed to be carried out. Get Blade out of here." The guards took Blade down a corridor.
"Hold on. I'll take 'Diana' here out your hands. We have some things to catch up on," Horus said.
"Sure. My plans were to throw her to a zombie, but I don't really care. She's all yours." The guards threw Diana to him and he caught her. He stroked her hair softly.
"I missed you baby," he said in her ear. She kneed him in the groin. He slapped her in the face hard.
"I'm sorry baby, but you made me do it," Horus said sweetly. He picked her up. "If you struggle, I'll be forced to hurt you." Her body remained still. He carried her down a hall into another room. It held ancient artifacts and a few benches. He set her down on one.
He held up one artifact.
"Recognize this?" he asked. In his hand he held a sword with a crystal hilt and a silver blade with ancient markings on it.
"It's my mother's sword. That's where it went! I've been looking for it for centuries!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, well I thought to keep it as a souvenir. It always reminded me of you. I missed you so much after you left." He sat down next to her.
"You know why I left," she growled and tried to scoot away, but he grabbed and held her still. She noticed that her daggers were on the floor under the bench.
He pushed her so that she was lying down on the bench. He got on top of her and started kissing her. She hated it because he was disgusting and forceful.
She reached for a dagger. As he kept on kissing her and she cut her binds loose. She brought the dagger up and stabbed Horus on his side. He cried out and fell off the bench.
Diana wiped her mouth off. She hated the son of a bitch. She stuck her daggers in her waistband and picked up her mother's sword. She ran out of the room. She went down the corridor Blade was taken to. Thankfully, it only led to one room.
In the middle room lay a huge stone. She went up to it and turned it. All of a sudden, the two slabs separated from each other, revealing Blade. He looked ashen from the blood loss. She laid her sword down, took out a dagger, and cut away his leather restraints. He fell in her arms. His weight brought her down.
"Blade?" He didn't respond. She checked his wounds. They had drained most of the blood out of him.
"Gotta stop… Gotta stop it," he managed to get out.
"Save your strength. You're hypovolemic. You're bleeding to death," she said. She hoped that he didn't die.
"Need…serum," he muttered. They didn't have the serum with them right now. So they were going to have to improvise. Diana moved her hair to the side. She lifted him up a little bit and held him there.
"Blade? Blade!" She tried to keep him awake. "Listen to me. I want you to take some of my blood."
"No, no. I don't want to hurt you," he said and tried to push her away, but she held on to him. She smiled at the fact that he cared enough not to hurt her.
"Look, just do it. The only way you can defeat Frost is by drinking my blood." He looked at her weakly, and she caressed his cheek softly. "I'm a vampire. I'll be fine." He still tried to pull away from her. Diana had another idea.
She leaned into Blade and brought her face close to his. She kissed him softly. He responded and wrapped his arms around her and brought her closer. She deepened the kiss and wrapped her arms around hi neck. She was getting sidetracked. She bit her tongue and let the blood flow to Blade's mouth. He didn't try to pull away this time. He greedily drank the blood, but then the wound closed up. He broke the kiss and moved down to her neck. He bit and she moaned.
He kept on drinking her blood. The taste was amazing as the Thirst died down. He was vaguely aware that Diana's arms loosened around his neck. He was holding onto her as he drank more from her. He could hear undead heart beating. It was getting lower and distant. He came back to the present and broke away.
Diana's eyes were glassy and blue. She was breathing hard. Thank you, Blade thought in his mind. She was slowly regaining conscious. When she blinked her eyes and looked around, Blade knew she was going to be okay.
"Diana, are you alright?" He shook her gently. She sat up and looked around.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. I gotta go. I have some unfinished business to take care of. Are you going to be okay?" she asked. He nodded. She slowly got up. She picked up her sword and dagger, and with one last look to Blade, ran out of the room.
She snuck back to the main part of the temple. Downstairs, Frost was drawing souls from the vampire elders.
She quickly dispatched the vampire and familiar guards on her level. Then she heard a high-pitched scream come from the corridor she just left. She had seen Vanessa go in there. Blade must have killed her. Poor Blade. He's been through so much.
Blade rushed past her, and leapt off the edge. She saw him land on the platform below.
"Well, well, well. Look who fell for the hybrid," came a voice from behind her. She turned around and saw Horus looking angry. He also had a sword in his hand, which didn't make matters any better.
She raised her mother's sword in a defensive position.
"Oh, I'm not going to attack you just yet. I have a little something to tell you first." Diana kept her sword up but still listened.
"You're adopted," he said.
"I already know that."
"Yeah, but what you don't know is that your birth mother is the starter of our race. You're the daughter who was born human but with extra abilities. You're twin brother told me so himself."
Diana froze. She had never heard about what happened to her real parents, but this was big news.
"You're lying."
"Ask your brother. Oh, I forgot. You don't know who he is because your mother gave you up."
That's when Diana attacked him. He blocked her easily. He swung, and she blocked. They got this routine going, but he soon got bored. He started fighting her with increased speed and she had to move faster to keep up.
Horus could see that she was tiring. Her movements were slower. She took his observation period for granted and slashed across the cheek. He stopped and she backed away.
He looked down and touched his face. His eyes were blue as he looked back up. He licked the blood off his fingertips. He was pissed off now. He lunged across the area.
Diana barely had enough time to bring her sword up to defend herself. She was tired. She hadn't been able to feed, and then Blade had taken a lot of her blood.
"How does it feel to know that your own brother was responsible for turning me into a vampire?" Horus asked. He was playing with fire, but an angry person was a careless point. It worked.
She whirled around (as she did he secretly took one of her daggers) and swung for his neck. He blocked that with her dagger and stabbed her through the heart with his sword. She gasped. Horus pushed her off his sword and she fell onto the platform below with Blade. He had just vanquished Frost/La Magra.
Blade saw Diana's body fall and her sword fell down right next to her. He didn't see what was wrong until he saw the blood beginning to pool around her. He walked over to her and sat next to her. He picked her up and checked her pulse. There was none. She was gone.
Grief ran through Blade. Just as he was starting to care about her, she died. He thought she was a supreme being and could take care of herself. He guessed it was her time to go.
Horus jumped down after her on the other side. He looked happy with the sword in his hand.
"Congratulations on defeating Frost and nailing my girl. She was a slut to begin with, but she was a sweetheart. Too bad she's dead, huh?" he said mockingly. Blade could see why Diana didn't like him. He was a sadistic psychopath.
Blade stood up and got ready to fight this guy. Horus came at him first. They fought for about a minute, before Horus overpowered Blade and kicked him to the edge of the platform. Diana's body was right behind Horus.
"Now to finish you off. I was getting bored any…" he was stopped short by the dagger poking out of his chest. Blade saw that behind him Diana was sitting up. She was alive, but she looked disheveled. Horus fell to the ground. He was dead. Blade walked over and took the dagger out. He went over to Diana and took her into his arms. She relaxed against him as he picked her up.
"How are you still alive?" he asked her. She closed her eyes for a second then opened them.
"Silver can harm me, but it can't kill me. I'm so tired," she muttered weakly.
"You lost a lot of blood from that injury, and from me taking your blood. I'm sorry Diana," he said and held her closer.
"Don't blame yourself. Blame Frost," she said. That managed to get a smile from him. She was getting sleepy, so she closed her eyes. Blade was immediately alarmed.
"Stay awake, Diana," he shook her gently.
"It hurts," she whispered. He assumed she was talking about her injury. She was stabbed through the heart. Of course it would hurt.
Blade took the elevator to the top level of the temple. He climbed a ladder to the rooftop, while still carrying Diana.
"Can you put me down? I think I can stand," she said.
"No, you need blood first," he said. The way he said it, made Diana think that Blade might have feelings for her.
"We've gotta get back to the lab if I'm going to cure you," she told him. He looked down at her. It was amazing that she was putting him first even though she was injured.
"Keep your cure. If you want to help, make me a better serum. There's still a war out there." Diana nodded and closed her eyes. She unconsciously snuggled in closer to him.
"Come on, Diana. Stay awake."
"I don't want to. I wanna sleep!" she argued.
Blade looked out and found the parking lot. He carried Diana to the parking lot. He put her on the passenger side of the truck. As he looked for the keys in the driver's seat, Diana focused on staying awake. It was tempting to fall asleep and never wake up.
"Blade, I've been alive for thousands of years. Dying seems like heaven right now," she said. Blade stared at her.
"You're not dying. You won't die," he said. Diana then understood. He doesn't want me to die. Blade found the keys and started the car. He drove down the street, while trying to maintain a conversation with Diana.
"Blade, what happened to Whistler? The vampires said they killed, but you know how vampires are."
"They did kill him. That's why I went after them."
"I'm sorry about Whistler," she said sympathetically.
"Me too. Was Horus the one that turned you?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said and turned away from him. She clearly didn't to talk about it. Tough, she pried into his life; it was only fair that he returned the favor.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because he didn't want me to leave him." Blade's eyes widened. How twisted was this guy?
They finally arrived at the hideout, and Diana was getting weaker. Blade went over to her side.
"Diana, you need to take some of my blood." She shook her head.
"No, there are consequences," she managed to get out before passing out.
"Crap." He unsheathed his sword and cut a vein on his wrist. He put it up to Diana's mouth. She was too weak to protest. She licked the blood from his wrist. She gripped it and drank more. After a few more seconds, she let go. She had more control than he did.
He lifted her out the seat and carried her to his bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, and let her sleep.
When he went back to the main workshop, he realized that Whistler's body was gone. He would find it later. First he had other things to do. While Diana slept, he packed up their stuff, got some blood, and other things.
Diana woke up sore. Her whole body ached. She noticed that her wound had been bandaged. That must have been embarrassing for Blade. She also noticed that on a nearby table were a mug and her backpack. She slowly sat up and got out of bed. She was a little dizzy but she made it across the room. She saw that the mug was full of blood. She drank it and instantly fell better.
She rummaged through her backpack for an outfit. She found a tank top, stretch pants, and underwear. She took a long leisurely shower, and afterwards took off her bandages.
She went back into the room to see Blade there looking for you. He didn't seem to notice that she was in the doorway.
"Looking for me?" she asked. He turned around and relaxed when he saw that she was alright.
"How are you feeling?" he seemed genuinely concerned.
"I'm going to be okay. Thanks to you," she said. Now, Blade looked a little uncomfortable.
"You save my life. I was just returning the favor," Blade said. He said it like it was nothing.
"But you didn't have to. You say you're not human, but deep down you're more human than you think. And please don't give me that hybrid crap again. You're human, accept it," she stated.
"What happened with Horus?" he asked. Diana walked over and sat on the bed.
"When I was fifteen, I fell I love with him. My parents refused to let me marry him. I didn't understand why and didn't care. Since they adopted me, I felt that their thoughts didn't matter. Now thinking back on it, they probably knew what he was. Anyway, to marry him I did what any girl would do," she explained.
"What?"
"I slept with him. Then we went to the Pharaoh and he declared that we had to marry. We did. On our wedding night, he showed me what he was. I was scared and fled to my parents' home. They took me back in. But, Horus followed me and killed them. He killed my whole family and captured me. He kept me captive for a hundred years, before I was able to escape. Then another vampire, from the opposite species, took me in and trained me. Then I flew solo. I created a clan for vampires that were turned against their will. Then I lived my life. Last night in the temple, Horus told me I had a twin brother. And that he was turned by him. That's my story."
"I'm sorry," was all Blade could say. His life was nothing compared to hers.
"It wasn't your fault. It was mine. I was young and stupid. But now I have to find my brother. That is, if he's still alive."
"Wait a minute you said pharaoh. How old are you?"
"I'm 6,984 years old," she responded and looked for reaction.
"Holy sh—!"
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