This isn't as long as I planned it to be but this is where we tie-in with the movie. From now on you will find a lot of things you have seen and heard. My goal is and was to get inside the heads of our boys.

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Driving back to the warehouse, Blades mind was spinning. It was on, for sure now. This has been way to easy. His guts went cold thinking about the possibility that Scud had betrayed him. He wasn't sure of course. He had no proof at all. And this was how the enemy worked: planting little seeds of mistrust that grow into trees of destroyed friendships and death. Caution was advised. Cracking his neck, rolling his shoulders, he tried to relax. Easier said then done. For all his miraculous vampire-healing skills, the scars on his abdomen itched and hurts quite a bit. How did Scud deal with them? He sat up straight at that thought. Shit. The scars. Similar scars.

Hanging in his ropes, Scud worked on the big wall of lamps. The rain dripped through the holes in the wall and occasionally a drop hit him. To keep his fringe from falling into his eyes he had put on a bandana. This was bad enough he thought, rubbing his itchy lower lip. Damn. Not good. The game was on. He was sure Blade would return with the package. The hints had been placed very clever. Shifting in the construction, he was uncomfortable cos the belt put pressure to one of the scars. Damn those things. How did Blade stand them? He never saw B scratch them or anything like that. Perks of being half a vampire. That made him freeze. This offer...no, never.


Waving his minions in, Damaskinos didn't look up from the old book he was reading. "Nyssa, Asad. Have you been instructed about the abomination that has befallen our race?" He saw them nodding from the corner of this eye. "Good. I have thought long about this. It seems, there is only one way. Only one that can help us. They do say 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'. Find the Daywalker. Offer him a truce. Bring him the key and bring him here. We cannot afford fighting amongst each other while this creature is out there" With a wave of his hand, he dismissed them. Leaving without further questions, as they were trained too. The door closed behind them and his familiar stepped forward from his corner. "Game on. Are you sure you want your daughter in this kind of danger, my lord?" Damaskinos still didn't look up. "The future of our race is above concerns of this kind." "I understand. Well, we are online now anyway. No way to stop this anymore."

Now Damaskinos peered up "My dear friend, if you have second thoughts about this endeavor, please, speak up" But the familiar knew better. His adams apple moved visibly as he gulped. "No, my lord"


Hearing the charger making its way back into the warehouse, Scud took a deep breath. Blade got out of the car. " Lock up your daughters, people, the Dark Knight returns" He lowered himself, spun around once and pulled a half-smoked joint from behind his ear. "Little toke of the smokage, B?" he asked after he had lit it. Play it cool. "Later" Blade replied. "Cut the lights" With a shrug, Scud did as he was told. Blade opened the trunk and fucking hell! "You've found him" Leaning in closer, Whistler opened his eyes and his mouth, fangs now showing clearly.

"You didn't kill him" "Gimme a hand" This wasn't good. Wait, no, it was. Together, they got the old man into the room with the blinds. Sitting him down on the only chair, Scud looked sceptically "I gotta bad feelin' about this, B. Listen to his breathin', he already dyin'. He's in pain. Why don't you just put him out of his misery right now?" "They had him on stasis at a halfway house. I'm giving him an accelerated retro-virile detox. Like a heroin addict, make him go cold turkey in one night" He put the syringe into the mans neck and unloaded it. "Shit ain't gonna work man. I say you kill the motherfucker right now" Shifting on his feet uneasy, Scud hoped to turn B around. No Whistler, no trap, right? Or was it too late already? "Get out!" Blade ordered.

Shit shit shit. He waited outside the room, mind racing, rubbing his lip. His choices were slim, right? But he still could tell Blade. Or was it too late. Moments later, Blade stepped out of the room "Hey,man, I didn't mean to call him..." But B stopped him with a simple handgesture. Yeah, right. Scud looked after him as he walked up the stairs. Right. Shuffling to his room, something hit him. He always had been aware that when Whistler was back, his skills might be useless. But now that the moment was here, he felt something else. And that stirred up a side of him he had thought to be buried with his old self. No. It was back. Anger wasn't a good thing. But this situation now did anger him. He was but a pawn for both sides now. Right in the middle. And they knew. How did he know that they knew? Simple math. And simple math was what made him stick to the plan. When in doubt, you go with the obvious.