AN: So, this story is wide open. I'm not letting myself form any official plot because this is an experiment. I'm just typing. However, I do need name ideas for the unconscious girl. Any suggestions?
After being awake for more than 24 hours, a human cannot fully function at his best. After being in a bloody fight with several potentially fatal wounds, a human cannot fully operate at his best. After being bitten during his own birth, Blade doesn't have to worry about any of these things. No cure could ever make him human; Daystar proved so.
It didn't upset him. Nothing had changed; this curse was his lot in life. He never hoped nor expected anything more. There was no time to waste on worthless emotion; there was still so much work to do.
He smelled Abby return from her quarters. The scent of her shampoo relieved the old dusty atmosphere in the warehouse.
Blade looked up. She had her arms folded. Her damp hair framed her face. She wore simple sweats and solid-colored tank top. She stared at him the same way her old man used to when he knew something was up. It warmed his heart slightly to still have a piece of him. He broke the gaze with her. He knew she was waiting for him to bring up the unconscious girl. Blade mused; how long would it take her to speak?
He counted quietly as he worked….14, 15, 16…
Abby shifted weight from foot to foot. "I remember a time when I was lectured about the consequences of, how did you put it, 'bringing home strays'. A lecture that my own father gave you often."
His lips curled in a small smile. "A vicious cycle, isn't it?" He set the mold aside.
"I wish I could've known him like you. My mom didn't like to talk about him. I was told that he couldn't be with us because of his job." She fell silent for a moment. "It's one hell of a job."
Blade cracked his knuckles. "Don't let your guard down tonight. I don't know what we're dealing with, but I know she's capable. I turned around and she already ashed three of em."
Abby's eyebrows raised. "But she looked so tiny."
He fumed. "It doesn't add up, but that's what it is."
Abby nodded. "What are you going to do with her?"
Blade inhaled as he picked up his blade, oiling down the metal with a cloth. "Depends on how she answers my questions." He looked down the blade, checking its alignment.
Abby's eyes grew. "You said she smelled human. You're not thinking of killing her, are you?"
Blade grunted. "Humans don't move that fast. The little girl ashed three fuckers in the span of seconds. If she's another forsaken vampire experiment, you bet your ass I'm going to finish her."
There was a pregnant pause that hung in the air. It wouldn't be the first time he killed a human, somehow he doubted it would be the last either. Blade didn't dwell on death. What was the point? He could tell that Whistler wasn't too keen on the plan. Her jaw was clenched.
He could smell the dew in the air. Blade exhaled loudly. He glanced up, as if he could see through the ceiling. Dawn was approaching.
AN: Please give me any plot input or name suggestions. If there's a character you'd like to see, let me know. I'm willing to take this whatever twists and turns the blank page throws at me.