Chapter 3: Blade's Follower
At about noon Blade's car pulled into the warehouse. Whistler was sitting at his workbench, working on more weapons, and Artemis was sitting at a near by table, drawing.
"That's pretty good," Blade said looking over Artemis's shoulder at her drawing causing her to scream. Whistler turned around at once. Blade was smiling.
"You really need to stop doing that," Artemis said taking a deep breath.
"But it's so much fun," Blade said walking over to Whistler. "What have you got for me?"
"Nothing new. I'm still trying to fix that damn UV lamp. I did make more silver steaks and I fixed that gun you broke," Whistler said.
"Wonderful," Blade said walking away.
"What are you drawing?" Whistler asked Artemis.
Artemis held up a picture of the moon that took up the whole piece of paper and was shaded beautifully.
"Why the moon?" Whistler asked.
"I draw whatever I see when I close my eyes," Artemis said making some minor adjustments to the picture.
Whistler smiled and went back to work, fiddling with the UV lamp.
It was 10:00p.m.before Blade came walking back to Whistlers work area.
"I'm leaving now," Blade said pulling his black leather jacket over his shoulders.
"Where?" Artemis asked.
"One of the vampire clubs, I finally found another one," Blade said walking toward his car.
"Can I come?" Artemis asked.
"No," Blade said.
"Why can't I?" Artemis asked.
"It's too dangerous," Blade stopped.
"I'm 16, I think I could handle it. Plus you'll be there if I can't," Artemis said almost running into him when he stopped.
"Stay here," Blade said holding up his hand and turning to get in his car.
"Fine," Artemis said sadly walking to her bedroom.
"Look what you did," Whistler said shaking his head side to side.
"She'll get over it," Blade said opening his car door and starting the car. He got in and drove off.
"I'm going to bed Whistler!" Artemis shouted from her room.
"Night," Whistler said.
Artemis shut her door, opened her window and crawled out. By that time Blade was long gone. Artemis walked around the city, looking for Blade's car. Finally she found it. It didn't look like a vampire club. It looked abandoned, broken down. She went to the door.
"ID?" the man at the door asked.
Artemis looked at him and then suddenly remembered about her fake ID from her days of crime, the tattoo on her ankle, the body piercings, the drugs, and of course the alcohol. But since she was put in the orphanage, she hadn't done anything like that. She searched her pockets frantically.
"Found it," Artemis said holding up the fake ID.
The guy looked at Artemis strangely, smiled, and let her pass.
When Artemis entered the club, techno music was blaring she was unable to hear anything and there was no sign of Blade anywhere. The music was irresistible. In a matter of ten minuets Artemis was on the dance floor. Surrounded by many people she got hot and sweaty really fast. She looked up and closed her eyes still dancing to the loud techno. All of a sudden, a cool liquid fell on her from above. She put her arms up and started to dance in circles. She opened her eyes and realized that it wasn't water but blood. She gasped and tried to scream but was unable to. She ran, out the door she came in, as fast as she could. As soon as she was out she realized that the guard was no longer there. She ran down the sidewalk toward the warehouse, past Blade's car, and crawled back into her room through the window. No one even noticed that she had left.
At about noon Blade's car pulled into the warehouse. Whistler was sitting at his workbench, working on more weapons, and Artemis was sitting at a near by table, drawing.
"That's pretty good," Blade said looking over Artemis's shoulder at her drawing causing her to scream. Whistler turned around at once. Blade was smiling.
"You really need to stop doing that," Artemis said taking a deep breath.
"But it's so much fun," Blade said walking over to Whistler. "What have you got for me?"
"Nothing new. I'm still trying to fix that damn UV lamp. I did make more silver steaks and I fixed that gun you broke," Whistler said.
"Wonderful," Blade said walking away.
"What are you drawing?" Whistler asked Artemis.
Artemis held up a picture of the moon that took up the whole piece of paper and was shaded beautifully.
"Why the moon?" Whistler asked.
"I draw whatever I see when I close my eyes," Artemis said making some minor adjustments to the picture.
Whistler smiled and went back to work, fiddling with the UV lamp.
It was 10:00p.m.before Blade came walking back to Whistlers work area.
"I'm leaving now," Blade said pulling his black leather jacket over his shoulders.
"Where?" Artemis asked.
"One of the vampire clubs, I finally found another one," Blade said walking toward his car.
"Can I come?" Artemis asked.
"No," Blade said.
"Why can't I?" Artemis asked.
"It's too dangerous," Blade stopped.
"I'm 16, I think I could handle it. Plus you'll be there if I can't," Artemis said almost running into him when he stopped.
"Stay here," Blade said holding up his hand and turning to get in his car.
"Fine," Artemis said sadly walking to her bedroom.
"Look what you did," Whistler said shaking his head side to side.
"She'll get over it," Blade said opening his car door and starting the car. He got in and drove off.
"I'm going to bed Whistler!" Artemis shouted from her room.
"Night," Whistler said.
Artemis shut her door, opened her window and crawled out. By that time Blade was long gone. Artemis walked around the city, looking for Blade's car. Finally she found it. It didn't look like a vampire club. It looked abandoned, broken down. She went to the door.
"ID?" the man at the door asked.
Artemis looked at him and then suddenly remembered about her fake ID from her days of crime, the tattoo on her ankle, the body piercings, the drugs, and of course the alcohol. But since she was put in the orphanage, she hadn't done anything like that. She searched her pockets frantically.
"Found it," Artemis said holding up the fake ID.
The guy looked at Artemis strangely, smiled, and let her pass.
When Artemis entered the club, techno music was blaring she was unable to hear anything and there was no sign of Blade anywhere. The music was irresistible. In a matter of ten minuets Artemis was on the dance floor. Surrounded by many people she got hot and sweaty really fast. She looked up and closed her eyes still dancing to the loud techno. All of a sudden, a cool liquid fell on her from above. She put her arms up and started to dance in circles. She opened her eyes and realized that it wasn't water but blood. She gasped and tried to scream but was unable to. She ran, out the door she came in, as fast as she could. As soon as she was out she realized that the guard was no longer there. She ran down the sidewalk toward the warehouse, past Blade's car, and crawled back into her room through the window. No one even noticed that she had left.