Blade met the intruders head on. He even managed to kill a few before more came but in the end, there were too many and they were all too determined to take him down. He finally fell, after a good fight. The vampires sneered at him, proud of themselves for taking down the slayer. The leader of the band told a few to go looking for Ha'Dre, maybe hoping to take the woman in and be rewarded for the deed. It didn't take them long to have gone through the whole warehouse and figure out that she wasn't there. The Day-walker growled under his breath, angry that the woman was not going to share his fate with him. His thoughts were interrupted by a needle piercing his skin. He struggled against the binds but his strength drained and his mind followed. He drifted into the world of darkness that only his mind could create.
The day-walker woke up in a dark cell, sprawled out on the floor. The cell stank of sweat and fear. He could see nothing but a slit of light from the base of the door. The light caught on a bowl of food on the floor. It looked like…. soup? He sat up, reached for the bowl and sniffed at it carefully. His stomach grumbled its need for nutrition. Blade was hesitant to try it just because vampires had left it there. Would they feed him poison if they wanted him dead? He highly doubted they would. There was a reason why they were keeping him alive and he wanted to be in shape to fight them to his last ounce of strength when they did. With that thought in mind, he drank down the soup greedily, even though it was cold.
Dragen grinned as he watched the videotape of the camera in Blade's cell. The day-walker had been busy during his weeks in captivity. He had had no close contact with anyone so he busied himself with building up his speed and strength. He spent countless hours meditating and working on his combat techniques. Even Dragen had to admit that the slayer had done much better in captivity than he had anticipated but the slayers strength only enforced his thoughts of a great battle. A grin came to his lips at the thought of the surprise he had in store for the man.
The grinning pureblood turned away from the day-walker's image to the vampire that was in charge of organizing the fight. The head-vampire wanted everything ready and perfect for the battle.
"Everything is in order I trust," asked Dragen, he actually already knew that it was ready, he just wanted to hear it from the lower-vampire so that the other could take the blame if something did go wrong.
"Yes, sir," the other replied, his voice filled with pride. "The fighters are all in perfect shape. The security measures are in place. We need only twenty-four hours notice and we will be ready."
Dragen gave an evil smile and licked his lips in delight. "Start it. I want to see Blade fight our best warriors tomorrow night."
The vampire nodded, stood up to bow and left, all too happy to see Blade die by the hands of a noctuabundus. Sixteen centuries of battles between the best vampires would be put to shame by a single battle between the best the vampire nation could offer and the little atrocity that was the day-walker.