Note: I don't have anything to do with the Blade movies, and I have no ownership over any of the characters. This story is made out of enjoyment and admiration of the movies and also for the character of Deacon Frost.

Chapter Ten

"Blade..." Deacon whispered, growling. He had been at war with Blade for a long time now. No matter how hard he tried to have a large amount of vampires and familiars, he always ended up losing them to Blade's katana or one of the many weapons he possessed in his arsenal of weaponry. Beforehand, Deacon didn't really mind with how Blade would take out a large number of his vampires because he could easily turn around, have another vampire party, and create a whole new bunch of vampires to follow his every word.

However, this time is much different since Blade has the one thing that matters the most to him: Amy. In the short time that he spent alone with her in his office, Deacon knew that she is the one for him. She possessed a passion for life that rivaled his own passion to be the head of the vampire world. She was beautiful also smart and skilled with her fighting techniques. All of the other women that had come in and out of his life were nothing compared to her. The idea of her being with the one person that wanted him dead made his blood begin to boil.

"You are going to regret taking her away from me, Blade." Lifting up one of his hands, he slammed his fist down against the low wall that he was standing behind on the roof. His ears listened to the sound of bits of the wall crumbling and falling to the ground beside his feet. "I will make you pay for taking her away from me...You can bet on that." He whispered, aloud, to himself. His face had the facial expression of an animal about to strike. Looking down, he noticed where police had his night club swarmed all over. After shaking his hand a bit from having punched a side of the rooftop's wall, a sigh of frustration left his mouth as he began to move from building to building with ease.

Why worry so much about a single mortal girl when you can get another one just as easily? His conscious whispered to him, asking. I mean...It is not that hard to find another woman that is just as beautiful, attractive-

There is no one for me but Amy! Deacon snapped at his conscious for not only invading his thoughts, but trying to persuade him from pursuing the very mortal woman that he wanted more than any other in the whole entire world. There is no one else for me but Amy. She is perfect. She has all the qualities and traits that I could ask for in a mate, and I don't want anyone else but her.

She is with Blade now, Frost. She is not with you anymore. Blade will make sure to keep her somewhere that you will never be able to find her, and make sure that you cannot get to her again.

Blade can try all he wants...but I have my ways to get what I want. You should know that by now. Landing on the roof of his home, his hands straightened out his shirt as he moved himself towards the crowd that was partying around the pool area that he had set up when he moved into the building. His eyes noticed how everyone was smiling and laughing while he had lost something near and dear to him. Seeing that no one was taking notice of his arrival, Deacon walked up to where the glass table that had been set up out there was and drove his hand through it, causing it to shatter into a million pieces.

The group let out a gasp from the sound of the table shattering, and the glasses of fresh blood falling to the floor with it. After realizing how angry Deacon was at the moment, they started to cower away from him a bit, clinging onto one another out of fear of what he might do to them for what happened at the club.

"I want to know...who let their guard down." Deacon spoke with a deep but deadly tone in his voice. He watched the cuts on his hand heal up from where he had driven it through the glass table before his gaze moved to the people there. Finding them to be silent, Deacon raised his voice a little louder, making his anger to them known. "Who fucking let him into the club and do what he did?!"

"I tried to stop him boss." A vampire said, stepping forward. He was a little scared of Deacon's anger but knew that he had to speak up. "He came bursting through the front door of the club with a bomb and it tossed me away from it. By the time I got to my feet, he was gone and the police were showing up."

"I see..." Deacon moved up to the man to standing in front of him with the dark look on his face. "You caused me to lose Amy tonight...and you will be getting her back for me."

"I don't know where-"

"One of the others will brief you on where she is staying at..." Deacon leaned to a side of his head as he lowered his voice to a deadly serious tone to match the look on his face. "If you don't bring her back to me...I will make sure that there is nothing left of you but a corpse." He moved around the vampire in front of him as he made a gesture with his hand to the rest of the crowd. "Party is over...Dawn is approaching soon." A sigh of despair slipped out of his mouth as he headed towards his bedroom, wishing that Amy was sharing his bed with him that night. Walking into his room, Deacon looked his massive bed over before he closed the door back behind him, locking it firmly in place.