I don't own any of the characters in this fic Joss Whedon owns everything Buffy and whoever created Blade owns everything relating to him. Hope you enjoy this newest chapter!
Rescue
Buffy rode on the back of the motorcycle, clinging to Blade's waist in order to stay on. She sighed as they flew through town, whipping past people screaming obscenities at them. Right now, it was not the time to care what other people thought. They had to get to the Edgewood Towers or else his friend would die.
Buffy shifted uncomfortably, a hidden crossbow digging into her side. And to think; I could be at home, relaxing while watching tv. Instead, I'm riding on the back of a motorcycle, going to a place infested with vampires, in order to save one person. Oh, and did I mention that the world could end? Yep, this definitely makes my day.
Suddenly, the Towers came into view. Buffy stared at the enormity of them, gaping in awe. Though she had passed by the skyscrapers in New York every single day, she had never taken the time to fully appreciate their grandness. Even though I am SO not going to appreciate them tonight, that's for sure.
Blade slowed the bike down as he steered into an alley on the side of the Towers. He turned towards Buffy, satisfied when he did not see any fear on her face. Just determination. "This is where you get off."
"Do you know where he is?" she asked as she jumped off, rearranging her now wind-swept clothing. Luckily, though, leather does not move much even after the ride that they had.
Blade shook his head, obviously frustrated by the lack of details. "No. But he should be coming for me, so just keep an eye out."
"Got it," she said as she walked to a window in the side of the building. It was already slightly opened and with a quick push, she had opened it all the way. She turned to him and nodded and with that, he gunned the engine and went around the corner. Buffy winced as she heard the glass break, knowing that he was inside.
This is it, she thought. There's no turning back.
She jumped into the window, landing quietly on the carpeted floor. She almost reeled as she opened up her senses, for vampires literally crawled everywhere in this place. Yeesh. And I thought the vamp population in Sunnydale was bad. That's it. I'm NEVER complaining about the vamps there again. Demons, yes. Vamps, no.
She crept through the building, thankful to the darkness and shadows that filled the place. Suddenly, there was noise behind her. She spun her, hand automatically going to her wrist. From out of it, she pulled a long silver stake. Time to find out if these things really work – mine sure as hell don't.
She strained her ears, listening for the muffles of conversation that were behind the door.
"He's moving too fast, Frost. We have to shoot at him or else we're all dead."
"…need him…."
"He's coming up the stairs…"
"Jesus…Lock……down…."
Buffy moved further into the shadows as she heard the groaning of metal. Aw crap. They've closed all the exits!
Suddenly the door flew open and Buffy found herself staring at a group of vampires. For a minute they just stood there, staring at her in shock. Then, the man in front smiled.
"And I thought we wouldn't get dinner tonight," he said. "Didn't know we could order carryout."
He lunged at her but in the blink of an eye, Buffy whipped her hand forward and staked him, directly in the heart. His features looked shocked as he slowly crumbled to dust. She turned to look at the others, not even bothering to waste time with words. She pulled her knife out and attacked them. They went down one by one, each being beheaded smoothly. When the last one was gone, she picked up a walkie-talkie that one had dropped. She turned down the volume as she went in the door and up the stairs. She looked around cautiously as she listened.
"Where is he?"
"Going up the stairs and – wait, lost it -
"I got him! Frost, he found the room."
"Good. Make sure he doesn't get out. We'll be there to intercept him."
Buffy's eyes widened as she realized the trap that he was walking into. Alright Buffy. Think. Use your skills. Where is Blade?
She stretched her abilities, frantically trying to find him. No, nothing, nothing – he wasn't here….wait. Wait. He was there, on the fourth floor. In a small room. No windows, though. God, I have to get up there!
She ran up the stairs, dropping the walkie-talkie on the ground as she did. She pulled out her small crossbow, idly fingering the silver points at the ends of her arrows. She reached the door to the fourth floor and opened it slowly, silently thanking God that the door did not make any noise. She peeked into the hall, surprised to find that no one was out there. She slowly walked down the hall, his "feel" getting greater with every step.
Suddenly, she heard a grunt of pain. Followed by many more grunts. Then a voice said, "I thought you'd be happy, reunited with your mother. Instead you look like this."
This is no time to worry about being sneaky. Blade's going down if I don't help him NOW. With that Buffy jumped into the open room, pulling out yet another crossbow. She shot both of them at two of the men tazering blade and they went down, dead. She blinked as she realized that they were human but sprung into action as one of the men came after her.
"Get her, now!"
The men jumped at her, leaving Blade lying shaking on the floor. She punched one in the face, while at the same time kicking another in the gut. With a quick side kick, she knocked one away so hard that he hit the wall, slumping unconscious. She grabbed two of them and knocked their heads together. They went down, unconscious. She ran over to Blade, grunting as she pulled him to his feet.
"Come on, ya big lug," she groaned. "Could you stand to lose a pound or two?"
She started towards the door but was blocked by a man and a female. She could heard others coming, their voices echoing through the stairwell.
"It was a nice attempt, but you failed," the male vampire hissed, narrowing his eyes at her. "Blade isn't going anywhere."
Buffy smirked, slowly setting Blade on the ground. She glanced down, noticing that his breathing was getting better. "What, you think YOU can stop me? I don't think so. I've faced things that were much worse than you."
"Come on, Frost. Let's dance," she said cockily, a vision of Spike flashing in her head. She grinned, her stance daring him to make the first move.
And he did. He growled at her and stepped forward. He punched her but she avoided the punch and kicked him the stomach, causing him to stumble back. She took advantage and grabbed his shoulders, tossing him across the room as if he was a sack of potatoes. He cursed as he landed on his desk, crushing it with his weight.
Buffy grabbed Blade again and almost breathed a sigh of relief when she found that he could stand up on his own. She helped him to the doorway, punching the woman there. She fell heavily to the ground. For a moment, Blade froze, indecision in his mind a she stared at his mother. But he shook it away and followed Buffy.
She had heard them coming a mile away. Vampires filed in the hallway, running after her and Blade. So she did the first thing she could – she grabbed a chair that was sitting in the hall and threw it at the blackened window at the end of the hallway. The glass shattered as the window broke.
She pushed Blade ahead of her and he jumped out the window, landing heavily on the ground four stories below. Buffy turned around, smiling as Frost ran out of the room. His cold eyes turned to her, staring daggers into her body. "Catch ya on the flipside, Frost!"
She jumped out the window, free-falling to the ground below. She landed on her feet and was immediately attacked by a blonde vampire. Buffy stumbled as she was punched in the face but ducked the next punch. She spun underneath it and kicked the vampire in the side. The woman vampire fell but quickly got back up, circling Buffy like a lion circles its prey. She attacked Buffy, but Buffy blocked the punches. The woman surprised her by kicking her in the stomach but Buffy ignored the pain, instead back flipping, catching the woman's chin under her feet. The woman fell backwards, her back hitting the ground. Buffy pulled out a stake and without a second though, stabbed it through the vampire's chest. The woman looked shocked, her eyes traveling up the building.
"Frost," she whispered before turning to dust. Buffy glanced down the sidewalk and saw Blade leaning heavily against a black woman. That must be who he was looking for.
Buffy ran to him and the three jumped in a car that was parked in front of the building and, with the tires screeching, drove away. Buffy never looked back, and therefore never saw the eyes that were watching her. She never saw the anger that flit across Frost's face as she turned away from the window, his hands clenched in rage.
"Who is that bitch?" he screamed, his fists so tight that his hands started to bleed where his fingernails dug into the skin. "And why the fuck didn't I know about her?"
He walked into his office, not even noticing that he was being avoided. He walked to the remnants of his desk, grabbed his computer, and threw it against the wall. Sparks shot out of the machine as it broke, shattering into thousands of pieces. He started pacing, his anger mounting. You think it's over, don't you Blade? You think you fuckin' won. It's not over – hell, it's barely started now. I will kill you. And I will kill that little girl, the bitch who ruined my plans. This isn't over. Not at all.