Chapter 5: An Epic Fight Scene
Disclaimer: I don't own anything I never said I did. Blade and Xander belong to their respective companies. I'm borrowing them for a detour.
Feed back: Sure as long as it's helpful.
Distribution: Let me know about it before you do it and keep all the nifty notes and such attached.
*Notes from the author* Yeah... Sorry bout the lack of updating but things got confusing for a while. I hope those that have read this before will continue to read as I've made myself start doing this again.
On with the show:
The dark man ran towards the crowd, his sword in his right hand, his left reaching for his belt and coming away with a small silver stake. When he met the front of the crowd his sword danced back and forth in a metal ballet slicing off pieces of vampires take got to close to him. The pieces as they fell instantly turned to dust as if being burned from the outside in. The dark man smiled as he cut apart the vampire horde, trying to get to Xander to check the kid out.
As the Dark Man cut into the vampire clubbers, Xander tried to stake as many as possible, only to get pulled into a ring of vamps that started kicking him from head to toe.
"Pathetic Human. You really are just a piece of meat aren't you boy?" One vampire asked delivering a particularly nasty kick to the bridge of Xander's nose, instantly crushing his septum. Xander tried to look at the demon that had crushed his nose but all he could see was a red veil of blood covering his face.
"Wrong thing to say dusty," Xander groaned pushing himself to his feet. Years of abuse at the hands of his father had given him a slightly more potent dose of adrenaline to mask the pain he had received. Driving the stake that he had managed to hang on to into the vamp's chest cavity he turned to see vamp holding a gun. Well shit he thought I shoulda stayed on the Hellmouth. They ain't got Rambo vamps there. He finished his thought as the Vamp opened up with his gun, hitting Xander in the kneecap. Xander, with his support gone, fell like a ton of bricks.
Seeing the kid fall the dark man threw his stake at the vampire with the gun stabbing it threw its hand making it drop the pistol. Looking around the Dark Man noticed that the vamps he hadn't wounded had already skipped out of the club.
Walking up to the incapacitated vamp he asked, "So beast, where's the hideout?" Twisting the stake in the monster's hand just a little more.
"West and 43rd, please don't kill me!" the vamp groveled.
"Well see that puts me in a slight problem, you don't want to die but I so want to kill you. I know we can make a deal." Dark Man said.
"I'll do anything!" The vamp yelled.
Reaching in his pocket the dark man pulled out a small syringe. "See that little piece of black plastic in there?" the man waited for the nod. "Well see that's plastique, see the little wire sticking out the back?" Again the nod, "Well that's a radio transmitter. I'm going to inject you with this, and your going to run. See the damn thing only has a range of 30 miles. So I figure I'll give you 30 seconds to run that." Dark man smiled showing a set of fangs that rivaled any bloodsucker. Taking the syringe he stabbed it into the vamps neck, and pushed the plunger. Reaching back in his pocket he took out a radio box with a LED timer. "You have 30 seconds. Go." He said hitting the button to start a countdown on the timer.
The vamp ran as fast as he could out of the club and car jacked a guy to steal his car. As the vamp drove off the timer hit 20. "Ah hell this is boring." Te black guy said out loud. Taking his pinky he pushed a little red button on the box. Hearing a boom from outside the guy smiled again. "I love that sound."
Walking over he picked up Xander checking him for wounds. Seeing that the kid had passed out he felt for a pulse. It was there but weak. Damn I hope he can make it to the warehouse. The man thought.
Walking out of the club and dumping the kid in the back seat of his 1970 GTO *Author Note! I'm not quite sure what car Blade had but for here he has a '70 GTO! * The man pulled out to the edge of the parking lot looking over into his back seat. Hang on kid we'll get ya help. He thought squealing his tires as he drove off.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything I never said I did. Blade and Xander belong to their respective companies. I'm borrowing them for a detour.
Feed back: Sure as long as it's helpful.
Distribution: Let me know about it before you do it and keep all the nifty notes and such attached.
*Notes from the author* Yeah... Sorry bout the lack of updating but things got confusing for a while. I hope those that have read this before will continue to read as I've made myself start doing this again.
On with the show:
The dark man ran towards the crowd, his sword in his right hand, his left reaching for his belt and coming away with a small silver stake. When he met the front of the crowd his sword danced back and forth in a metal ballet slicing off pieces of vampires take got to close to him. The pieces as they fell instantly turned to dust as if being burned from the outside in. The dark man smiled as he cut apart the vampire horde, trying to get to Xander to check the kid out.
As the Dark Man cut into the vampire clubbers, Xander tried to stake as many as possible, only to get pulled into a ring of vamps that started kicking him from head to toe.
"Pathetic Human. You really are just a piece of meat aren't you boy?" One vampire asked delivering a particularly nasty kick to the bridge of Xander's nose, instantly crushing his septum. Xander tried to look at the demon that had crushed his nose but all he could see was a red veil of blood covering his face.
"Wrong thing to say dusty," Xander groaned pushing himself to his feet. Years of abuse at the hands of his father had given him a slightly more potent dose of adrenaline to mask the pain he had received. Driving the stake that he had managed to hang on to into the vamp's chest cavity he turned to see vamp holding a gun. Well shit he thought I shoulda stayed on the Hellmouth. They ain't got Rambo vamps there. He finished his thought as the Vamp opened up with his gun, hitting Xander in the kneecap. Xander, with his support gone, fell like a ton of bricks.
Seeing the kid fall the dark man threw his stake at the vampire with the gun stabbing it threw its hand making it drop the pistol. Looking around the Dark Man noticed that the vamps he hadn't wounded had already skipped out of the club.
Walking up to the incapacitated vamp he asked, "So beast, where's the hideout?" Twisting the stake in the monster's hand just a little more.
"West and 43rd, please don't kill me!" the vamp groveled.
"Well see that puts me in a slight problem, you don't want to die but I so want to kill you. I know we can make a deal." Dark Man said.
"I'll do anything!" The vamp yelled.
Reaching in his pocket the dark man pulled out a small syringe. "See that little piece of black plastic in there?" the man waited for the nod. "Well see that's plastique, see the little wire sticking out the back?" Again the nod, "Well that's a radio transmitter. I'm going to inject you with this, and your going to run. See the damn thing only has a range of 30 miles. So I figure I'll give you 30 seconds to run that." Dark man smiled showing a set of fangs that rivaled any bloodsucker. Taking the syringe he stabbed it into the vamps neck, and pushed the plunger. Reaching back in his pocket he took out a radio box with a LED timer. "You have 30 seconds. Go." He said hitting the button to start a countdown on the timer.
The vamp ran as fast as he could out of the club and car jacked a guy to steal his car. As the vamp drove off the timer hit 20. "Ah hell this is boring." Te black guy said out loud. Taking his pinky he pushed a little red button on the box. Hearing a boom from outside the guy smiled again. "I love that sound."
Walking over he picked up Xander checking him for wounds. Seeing that the kid had passed out he felt for a pulse. It was there but weak. Damn I hope he can make it to the warehouse. The man thought.
Walking out of the club and dumping the kid in the back seat of his 1970 GTO *Author Note! I'm not quite sure what car Blade had but for here he has a '70 GTO! * The man pulled out to the edge of the parking lot looking over into his back seat. Hang on kid we'll get ya help. He thought squealing his tires as he drove off.