Blade slammed his informant against a nearby wall. The Day-walker was not happy, no not happy at all. "Now tell me what I want to know."
The man was shaking uncontrollably out of pure fright it seemed. "Dragen wants you dead because you killed the Blood God. His men are going to hunt you down till you are dead," he whispered despite Blade's fingers clamped down on his neck, holding him to the wall.
Blade smirked, another head honcho who thought he could get right of the day-walker so easily. "Okay, now tell me about Ha'Dre."
The man shook even more at the mention of the woman's name. "I may be afraid of you, Blade but you are a clawless pussy cat compared to her. Anyone who isn't afraid of the devil should be afraid of her." The informant was dropped unceremoniously onto the floor and seconds later, Blade was in his car and driving at break-neck speed back to his home where the woman lay.
Blade watched Ha'Dre's sleeping form. He found it hard to believe everything said about the woman. He couldn't really wrap his mind around the possibility of truly being afraid of the woman. As he was thinking deeply about the facts he had gathered, the woman stirred and a moment later her eyes finally opened to reveal yellow-green irises. They settled on him with a cold stare. "How long have I been out?"
A grin spread across his lips as he saw no movement in her wrists nor did she glance up at anything else. Her eyes were fixed on his, showing no distress or panic. "A few hours. Now, you are going to tell me why you were there. It's not everyday that one is saved by an enemy."
"I was there to warn you and to find out why you are on my territory. And I am not your enemy," she stated, her voice piercing cold as her eyes bore into his. "May I know why you have bound my wrists?"
Blade did not dare blink. This hybrid was something more than she put on. This woman, vampire hybrid whatever she was, had survived a few centuries without any real scraps, which was something to be said. She hadn't surfaced in years and now all of a sudden she was there standing on his doormat claiming to be a friend. He found it hard to believe her. "Just watching my ass…"
"Get fried," she interrupted for him, her tone taking on that of a teacher berating a child. He gave her a puzzled look. "By keeping me here and making sure I can't harm anyone, you sealed your fate. They have come for you and I cannot help you. Die well day-walker. May the night spirits be forgiving tonight on your tortured soul." Her eyes bore an intensity that he had never seen before. Her words struck his core like his defenses did not even exist. What could she be talking about?
"You sound like a pro-" he started and before he could finish the sentence, the alarm went off signaling that he had some intruders. He stood quickly and drew his sword. "If you have anything to do with this…" he left the threat hanging and took off to meet his guests, leaving the hybrid to fend for herself.