To the nonnie asking about Karen and Blade: I don't see that happening in this story, sorry.
Two days after he had returned to his woman and Blade, Scud strolled down the streets, a blunt between his lips. Damn, he'd been smoking too much weed those past two days already. Everybody noticed but no one blamed him. After all, he had been through hell. Tucking his pants up, he realized he had lost some weight. Damn. Lucky for him, the place of his dreams was right in sight.
Ok, ok. His dream was more of a Dunkin' Donuts mixed with a Strip-club in which only Alia worked, feeding him not only the fried sweets and ate some off him as well. God bless the invention of baggies cos his dick sprang to life like an army-guy saluting. Being a woman must be so nice in these moments. Munching away his Donuts, he walked on. Not long and he reached his goal. Stroking his lips, he felt some snack-remnants in his stubbles. Oh well, at least it was enough to catch some stuff. Yet, if he shaved, he'd look like a total babyface again. Nah.
Inside the dark store, he went straight for the back. Pushing aside the black curtain, he searched for the person in question. But as usual, he was found first. "Hey my man, what's up?" Clapping hands with Vin Diesel from hell, he followed the dude. Explaining what he needed, he watched as Brendan went over to the fridge. Yes, Brendan, you got that right. What a name for a dude as large as Godzilla and just as ugly. The ladies loved him for reasons Scud didn't even pretend to understand. Like Alia loving him. "Ain't need the usual. Got a list…" Holding it out for Brendan, he stopped himself as he saw the inside of the fridge. "Dude, Halloween's over" "Just storing some stuff" Brendan took the note and closed the fridge. "For whom? Captain Spaulding?" "Nah, his daughter" Godzilla winked. "Ugh. Too creepy for even for my taste" Scud shuddered, the picture of…what the hell was that anyway? An arm? "Ya kiddin', right? You're the one serveing as blood-buffet and ya call me creepy?" In his southern accent, he laughed.
"Who the fuck told you that? Ain't got no suckhead sippin' my juice." Not that Scud gave a shit but this was just a little disturbing. "No? That's what I've heared. Was wonderin' about how to ask ya if it's any good. Hear it's nice to get off too" A right, old legends. So charming, so romantic, so unreal. "Man, not that this is any of your fuckin' business but lemme tell you this: there's nothing more turnin' off but a vamp rippin' you to fuckin' shredds and drinkin' your blood. And, bein' a straight man, I found a nice ass to tap every night." His voice was a lil to proud but heck, that's how men talked. "Really? Damn. She got a sister?" Scud's only reply was the lifting of an eyebrow.
No matter what kind of weird body-parts he got in his fridge, Brendan had about half the list in storage. The other half within a day. Back in the warehouse, he shut himself in his special room. Everybody knew only to come in after pressing a button which gave him an light-signal inside. Better safe than sorry, right?! Working with the sensitive material on the table, he didn't even smoke. Didn't want to turn himself into a human firecracker. But without the help of his little friend the weed-man, his mind went back to those final moments before Drake had let him go.
"You really think you can play me, silly human? You think I am not aware that you have taken blood from me? You are smart indeed, I can see why Blade is keeping you, PET!" The last words was practically spat out like he chewed on a crispy toad. "Give me one good reason why I should spare your life?" Drake stood infront of the door, unmoving, his eyes changed. Scud had backed up against the wall and his mind was racing. Ok, he tried and he failed. Again. So no what? There was only so much he had to offer. Could offer. "I will not become a spy for you. You want input on Blade, get it somewhere else" Lifting his chin up, he winked at the nightmare. Wrong move. Drake was on him in less then a second. Pushing Scud into the wall, a hand on his throat, Drake lowered his head to get close to Scuds ear. In a low and controlled tone he went on
"You will do as I say. You will help me find the key to give my children strength again. If you do not do as I say, I will take what's most precious to you" Scud's eyes widened. No, no, no. Anything but this. Drake sensed him tensing up and smirked. "That's right. That beautiful woman of yours. Destroying her slowly will be my pleasure. Oh now, I will not kill her. She will do that to herself. Did you know that almost all females on this planet are fused by one purpose? One wish? Oh, how sweet it will be to take that away from her. Watch her despair." Drake purred those words and Scud knew he spoke the truth.
And so, the deal was made. Scud would help Drake find whatever or whoever the dude needed to get his race back up and running and in exchange, Alia was safe. And somehow, he'd find a way to kill the fucker who had threatened his woman like this. He would. Frowning, he measured the results of his work. Not bad for a stoner. But instead of petting his own shoulder, he went on with something else. A few aces up the sleeves never hurt anyone.
Night fell again and Blade was about to go out hunting. Alia wanted to join him, this new weapon of hers needed some testing. Karen was busy in her lab. So Scud kissed his woman good luck and goodbye. He watched her leaving with Blade in the charger and kept on staring at the closed gates for some time. Really? Again? Shit. With a curse and kinda nodding to himself, he turned, exhaling smoke and went for his room. Correction. Their room! His heart was heavy in his chest as he packed some clothes into a duffel. Letting his eyes taking in the place he called home for one last time, he stood in the doorframe. "Bye, buttercup" he whispered into the warm room, got his other stuff and went out into the cold night.