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Author's note: So this is actually the first half of what would have been a very long chapter, so I've cropped it for the sake of pacing. I'm still tweaking the rest of it, but that will be up either tonight or tomorrow. Enjoy!
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Banging, clunking and clanging is what woke me up today. Stumbling to my feet I quickly opened the door and tumbled over to the balcony, Scud was standing there banging on everything metallic. Looking up he grinned and held up a steaming cup of coffee.
"Morning, sunshine." Whistler was already up and was tending to the Charger, apparently fixing whatever Scud had done to it. Blade was nowhere to be seen, which meant he must be in his room still. Groaning I slowly descended the stairs and gladly accepted the mug from Scud,
"What time is it? Why are we up so early?"
"Just past nine, and weren't you listening last night? The pack of bloodsuckers we're working with now are comin' over for a date. So Blade got me to do a little shopping." He winked as he reached under a desk and passed me an ambiguous black bag. "He's planning on hitting some suckhead hot spots, so he wants you to do some 'Kiss and Tell'." Grimacing I opened the bag, and pulled out a very small and revealing leather playsuit.
"Dear God." Folding it over my arm I looked back at him, "I don't even want to know where you got this from." His only answer was a grin and a laugh as he started gathering his newest gadgets and gizmos and started packing them in to cases. With a huff I started to return to my room to reluctantly dress in what I sure was a BDSM fetish outfit.

First fishing for some stockings and assorted studded and leather accessories in my drawers, I finally slipped the suit on. First I had to pull it up from my legs, slip the collar around my neck. It was comfortable and allowed plenty of movement at least. As I finished lacing my boots I considered myself in the mirror, I needed some black on my face to balance out all the leather and lace adorning my body. Shades meowed at me demandingly from my vanity, walking over and gave him a kiss on the forehead as he proceeded to place his front paws around my neck and rub his face against my cheeks. Shades was the oldest cat and the first I had taken in from the streets, he was a mixed breed of some sort, fluffy and his coat looked more like a racoon's. His mask reminded me of Blade's sunglasses, hence his name. At first he was a wreck, wild, mangy and afraid...now he's just a bossy old sook, but definitely the most affectionate. I guess you could say he's the reason why I started my "collection" as Scud likes to call it.
"I know, I'll feed you soon, just need a little something more." Glancing over to the kittens that were frolicking around my bed, I watched as they jumped, rolled, pounced and stalked when an idea came to mind. Inspired, I kissed the elderly feline once more and placed him on the bed and picked up my black body art pen.

Scud was grinning like a fool as he watched her door from the ground floor. Until Whistler stormed in to his view and gave him the evil eye as he swiped a ratchet, heading back to the Charger. Sure, since the old man been back Blade hadn't been so short tempered with the him, which was cool and all. But he sure as hell wasn't enjoying having the bastard around, watching him like a hawk only to tell him he was doing it wrong. Didn't matter what it was, fixing a gun that jammed, adjusting the crossbow, making a cup of coffee, everything he did he did wrong somehow in the senile old man's eyes…Nah, he's just an ass, Blade wouldn't have kept him around this long if he wasn't at least good at what he does. Blade was an ass sometimes too though, but always for a reason at least, when Scud actually screwed something up. But Whistler was an asshole all the time. Secretly he wondered if it would have been better if the bastard was still a bloodthirsty vampire when the sun came up. He had a long drag of cigarette he was smoking, god only knew how much he needed it, he was all sorts of worked up. But the nicotine hit only gave him a short reprieve, when Whistler came walking back in to view, the Bloodpack following. The she vampire known as Nyssa spoke to Whistler in a hushed voice and followed the direction where the fucker had pointed, Blade's room. As she left the other members wandered around the room for a bit, taking note of every little thing before they started to crowd around the table. He nervously gazed over at them as they started making themselves comfortable, gazing back at him knowingly for a second before they started conversing amongst themselves. Nyssa was already returning, standing next to Asad as she whispered something to him. Whistler walked over and leant against the wall Scud was on.
"Keep on your toes Skid."
"Scud."
"Whatever."

When Blade finally entered, you didn't have to be a vampire to sense the sudden tension. This is probably why it was then that Viv sauntered out from her room and gazed down at the assembly taking place below, she had disappointingly hidden her outfit underneath a coat. She slowly descended the steps, her chunky combat boots making soft thuds, the sound triggered a tsunami of cats to rush over to her, meowing up a storm. She folded her arms and watched everyone else from the bottom of the stairs, her green eyes flashing. Asad took charge as he gestured to the group behind him and smiled at the Daywalker before him,
"Blade, meet the Bloodpack.
He stepped to the side a little to give the Dhampir and unobscured view, first pointing to a huge man with tattoos all over his face, "Lighthammer…" Next was a pretty girl with a fire truck red bob, who was stroking the chest of Lighthammer. Clearly they were an item. "Verlaine…" Last a group of four men who were gathered together. « Priest…Snowman…Chupa and Reinhardt." The last one turned his big old bald head and slowly started to approach Blade.
"Listen, me and the guys were wondering…" Scud wasn't even sure he said anything else, but Blade tilted his head and replied.
"What was that?" Reinhardt lowered his head a little, his voice no longer hushed as it reverberated off the walls and echoed around the warehouse,
"Can you blush?"

You could practically see that little wall of self-control in Blade come tumbling down as he smiled, teeth bared. Viv sighed and exited the area as she started rummaging through the cupboards behind Scud, knowing all too well to expect a violent reaction from the Daywalker. Who chuckled back at the suckhead in his face and the ones at the table,
"Oh, I get it. You've been training two years to take me out and here I am." He mocked a shiver, "Exciting, isn't it?" A tinkling sound distracted the Bloodpack from the impending confrontation. Viv was filling up the line of bowls that followed along the wall with cat food, dozens of cats crowding around her. Nyssa raised an eyebrow at her, Viv stopped briefly to stare back at the Pure Blood, smiling. Scud didn't miss the looks the suckers all shared as they watched, something between amusement and disdain. Blade, who had kept his gaze locked on Reinhardt, pulled a stake from his coat. What happened next was highly amusing for the Hunters, which ended with the sucker having an explosive device stuck to the back of his head. Blade turned to Nyssa and rubbed his hands together, actual excitement evident as he grinned,
"So, where to?" Nyssa and Asad shared a knowing look before turning back to the Daywalker.
"The house of Pain."

Viv crossed the room, just past the Bloodpack to slide a sheathed silver a pair of silver daggers in to each of her boots. Turning back, she found that the team of assassins were staring at her. Shrugging it off she walked over to Scud and led him to the workshop with a gesture for some privacy and gave a twirl laughing, "Do I look the part?"
"Tear it up a little," He casually stated with his hand on his chin. Watching him I placed my hands on my thighs, dug my nails in and tore three jagged lines. He tilted his head, "Shoulders too." I complied, giving the shoulders matching tears before I winked at him,
"Scud, Vampire Hunter, Inventor and Fashion Guru." She quickly put the coat back on as he gave her the birdy with a grin before pulling her over to a table,
"I got something for ya." Pulling out a whip from the assorted mess she raised an eyebrow at me. "It's made with silver and some old rawhide I dug up, just give your wrist a good flick," He cracked it against a stack of empty wooden crates, she was clearly impressed when they splintered in to flying debris. "You'll be carving 'em up like a hot knife through butter. Also…" He mentioned the handle and twisted it, a ray of bright light beamed along the whip and shone from the handle like a torch. "Just a little UV for a little more bite, just be careful with it." He twisted it again to turn it off, "It's a little temperamental, so you'll be best only using it if you really need it." Grinning he slipped it into a holder hidden inside a leather belt, "Put this on, it'll hide it from view and when you need it just fish it out."
"I think you have an unhealthy relationship with leather, Scud." She smiled as she wrapped it around her waist and tightened it, striking a model pose.
"Pretty as a picture." He chuckled before pulling her into a casual one armed hug as he pointed in the direction of the van. "Let's go make some friends." But then Whistler appeared and stood in our way with his arms crossed, foot tapping on the ground as he stared down at Scud with a feral ferocity in his eyes.

"This," he pointed to the two of them, "does not happen." He growled as he pushed Scud back and led Viv away. In her head she was amused at the thought that Whistler was playing protective father and Scud was the boy he didn't want me hanging with.

"You're a good kid," The old Hunter whispered for only for her ears to hear as he glared at the approaching vampires and hissed cryptically, "Don't get too close."

I guess I should have taken that advice to heart, getting close is what would get me in to trouble.

A beeping in the security system had everyone jumping to their feet, I simply adjusted the coat I had just put back on and looked over to where the majority of the newly formed unit was standing.
"Well then I'll be meeting you all inside."
"How the fuck are you expecting to do that, warmblood?" I turned to Chupa, the one who had addressed me and pulled my hair behind my right ear to reveal a glyph.
"It's fake but it'll do as a disguise. " I let my golden mane fall back in to place "As for entrance, let's just say I'm calling in a favour from an old friend."

With that I left the building, the suckers and the hunters behind as I approached a black limo. Over-the-top-in-fancy-factor, just as per usual with him. As I approached a distinct deep southern accent greeted me from inside as I opened the door, chuckling as a pale hand assisted me in,
"Kiss and Tell Duty again?"
"It was the amount of leather I'm wearing that gave it away, wasn't it?"
"Where to?"
"The House of Pain." With another deep chuckle he leant back in his seat and practically giggled,
"You'll fit right in."