Blade grunted as he sat up from his sleeping cot, only clad in the clothes he wore from earlier. He never slept long, only took frequent naps when needed. It seemed to him that he never slept... that he was always was up and about on the hunt. The hunt. That word echoed in the back of his mind as he recalled the night before.. he had met another hunter. On the hunt. Should he accept him as he said? Manipulating him would be hard.. Blade himself could never be manipulated. At least, not for long, and even if he was, he'd find out and retaliate against those who used him as a pawn harder than ever. And wouldn't stop until justice had been brought down upon them.
Standing, the Daywalker cracked his neck, knuckles, and wrists before moving over to a slab of marble.. where all of his weapons were laid out.
The vampires could pass for the biggest victory of manipulating Blade. Though it wasn't something that wasn't unexpected, when he joined the vampires - or seemingly joined them- to defeat the Reapers, he knew the consequences. The vampires would fuck them over the first chance they got, and they did. But obviously the vampires didn't realize the consequences they would pay (with their lives) by trying to use Blade like a farm for their own cause.
The thoughts of being used as a "farm" so to say, made Blade's lips twitch as he went about arming himself for tonight's hunt. The familiar clicks coming from Blade's domain of his Mac IIs being reloaded caught Whistler's attention from the other room. He came stalking in with a limp of course, from his injured leg. He only stopped when he reached the opposite side of the slab of marble, leaning heavily on it as he watched Blade.
Blade had heard Whistler moving about toward his room before he even entered. Oh yeah, the Daywalker's senses were on a high tonight. It seems meeting a new hunter had opened up a newly tunnel--undiscovered, for him. Whistler just pursed his lips together, trying to think of something to say. So he said what came first to mind.
"How's it going, kid?"
Blade didn't answer, but rather holstered his Mac IIs at his side, then going about punching several silver spikes through the loop holes on his vest and the sheaths on his legs.
"Not too good, I take it." Whistler watched Blade still, with a grim look. It wasn't unusual that Blade just not answer like that. The Daywalker never talked about anything that much.
"I met someone last night." Blade finally said, and even though his voice was lowered..it was still as booming and intimidating as ever.
Whistler had become so accustomed to his voice, it just seeemed normal to him. He managed a half laugh at that comment. "Well no shit, you meet someone every damn night and you always manage killing them. But then again thats your job, kid."
Blade exhaled long at that comment as he picked up his sword. The sword of the Daywalker. He had killed so many vampires with it.. but "so many" was just not enough. He reached behind his back with it, sheathing it in on the sheath on his back with a sharp "shink" sound. "I didn't kill him."
This raised both eyebrows on Whistler. "You didn't kill the vampire? Did you take your stupid pills this morning?" Obviously a joking comment, but Whistler was actually concerned. Blade? Not killing his target? Very unlike him.
"He wasn't a vampire." Both eyebrows raised behind the tinted shades of Blade's, as if expecting an immediate excited response from the old man.
"Wasn't a vampire? Then what the fuck was he?"
"A hunter." He turned, moving toward the door at a slightly slacked pace, allowing the conversation to keep going while Whistler tried to catch up. And of course, the old man staggered after him at his own pace, arching a brow again.
"A hunter? Like you? Thats hard to believe."
"Well believe it. He had me where he could've killed me.... though it was my own mistake for letting that happen. And I assure you..:" He stopped, turning in the doorway to face Whistler as Blade's trainer finally caught up, stopping infront of him. "..it won't happen again." That said, Blade turns sharply on a heel and walks off across the lair.
"Where you going?" Whistler asked, as he moved over to take a seat at the control panel. Or, one of them.
"To find the hunter." Was the only thing Blade said as he exited the "lair."
----On the other side of town----
Jakvis sniffed the air in the darkened alley. The prey was near. He had been on the hunt of this one vampire for a while..
And then it all happened, suddenly.. very quickly. All in vampiric and mutant speed mode, so to speak. Jakvis's mutant speed equally matched that of a vampire's.
Zack had to be real about this. Two hunters in town.. one was the Daywalker, and the other a mutant. And a powerful mutant to boot. He could either leave now, or try to escape. But from what he's heard Blade or Jakvis would catch him, and Blade... well he is a vampire himself after all, even if he could get away cleanly, he'd just be prolonging an inveitable confrontation. Might as well get it over with. With that, he leaped straight off of the roof, beside Jakvis's location, turning to face his side.
Jakvis simply brung the blade of his sword around in a horizontal slash, to decapitate the vampire in one swift swing. End it all that quick.
But of course, the vampire was quick.. and not stupid. His name was Zack Strife, a pureblood vampire. Ducking the swing, he retailiated with a faster-than-average uppercut to Jakvis, which sent the hunter flying back into the wall rather hard... pieces of brick falling off as Jakvis slid back down and straight at Zack, relentless with his sword above his head.. slightly to the right.
Unfortunately for the mutant.. again he didn't get enough time to make his slash true as Zack pivoted to the right, grabbing Jakvis by the back and hurling him UPWARDS toward the middle of the wall. Jakvis hit the wall hard, grunting and stabbing the sword against the brick.. as hard as he could in that position. It only result with it sticking just enough for Jakvis to slide down and kick off the wall, sending a kick to the side of Zack's head.
The hit was true, sending Zack spiraling to the side and resulting in him landing on his own side, him spitting out a tooth. "Damn.."
Jakvis retrieved his sword from the wall, moving over to the Zack. "Rookie hits. Pure luck." With that said, he brought the sword over his head and clashing down upon Zack's neck, to decapitate him and end the rather quick, fast-paced fight right then and there. Again, Zack had an answer to every move. He produced a dagger from somewhere inside of his jacket, bringing it up and parrying the blow. "Luck?" The vampire chuckled darkly. "Boy, you have no idea.. how many slayers i've defeated. I see you no different than the others.. and here I was thinking you'd be a... CHALLENGE!" He grinned and brought his legs up, kicking Jakvis in the head and sending him flying backwards.. landing on his ass against the wall. Blood produced from the backside of Jakvis's head. He just suffered himself a concussion through a foolish manuever of letting his guard down so foolishly. Zack just laughed, moving over to him and picking up Jakvis's sword as he went.
"And so it ends. Blade is now alone in his little crusade.." Raising the sword above his head, he brought it down upon the defenseless hunter.
Suddenly, an upcutting blade parried the would-be deadly blow, and Zack glanced over at the newcomer.
"Mmm! Blade! So nice of you to join us.." Zack's voice was shaky as he looked upon the Daywalker, nearly dropping the dagger. Instead, he spun backwards, hurling the dagger at Blade's face as he produced his own sword, going into a defensive position.
Blade brought his sword up in an arc, knocking the dagger out of the air and out of the alleyway entirely, standing there and watching the vampire before him.
Zack got a little nervous.. he didn't know how to go about this. Fighting the Daywalker? Alone? It was unheard of. "Just what I would expect from you." He grinned, still trying to show no appearence of fear. "Look, this is my town. I think it's about time you get outta here and quit messing things up."
Blade replied with his natural booming, scary voice. "Two problems with your theory..." he said, while moving forward, his blade out infront of him. "One. The vampires in this town claim it to be theirs.. but they run away in fear. Of me. I see you as no different from the other bloodsuckers." As he moved forward, Zack backed up quickly.. eventually hitting the back wall and dropping his sword in nervousness and fear. "Two. You are the only one I see messing anything up.. namely, the streets ...painted with blood. blood of the innocents. I aim to stop this, no questions asked." Blade then pointed the tip of the blade straight at Zack, it touching the chest area where his heart was. "Start talking. Tell me everything you know about the vampire Stigma. I know you know of him.. have close ties with him."
Zack laughed nervously.. gasping as the blade touched him. "I don't know who you're talking about! Honest!"
Blade's face remained emotionless. He pressed the blade harder against the vampire's chest, to the point that if any more pressure was added.. even the tiniest bit, it'd stab through and dust him for sure. "Sit there and lie to my face? Tell me, and I might consider you a ...loose end." Blade has used this "loose end" tactic before.
Zack just nodded after hearing that, catching his breath again. "Allright... allright. Just.. just don't kill me! I'll tell you everything I know!..."
-End scene-
Standing, the Daywalker cracked his neck, knuckles, and wrists before moving over to a slab of marble.. where all of his weapons were laid out.
The vampires could pass for the biggest victory of manipulating Blade. Though it wasn't something that wasn't unexpected, when he joined the vampires - or seemingly joined them- to defeat the Reapers, he knew the consequences. The vampires would fuck them over the first chance they got, and they did. But obviously the vampires didn't realize the consequences they would pay (with their lives) by trying to use Blade like a farm for their own cause.
The thoughts of being used as a "farm" so to say, made Blade's lips twitch as he went about arming himself for tonight's hunt. The familiar clicks coming from Blade's domain of his Mac IIs being reloaded caught Whistler's attention from the other room. He came stalking in with a limp of course, from his injured leg. He only stopped when he reached the opposite side of the slab of marble, leaning heavily on it as he watched Blade.
Blade had heard Whistler moving about toward his room before he even entered. Oh yeah, the Daywalker's senses were on a high tonight. It seems meeting a new hunter had opened up a newly tunnel--undiscovered, for him. Whistler just pursed his lips together, trying to think of something to say. So he said what came first to mind.
"How's it going, kid?"
Blade didn't answer, but rather holstered his Mac IIs at his side, then going about punching several silver spikes through the loop holes on his vest and the sheaths on his legs.
"Not too good, I take it." Whistler watched Blade still, with a grim look. It wasn't unusual that Blade just not answer like that. The Daywalker never talked about anything that much.
"I met someone last night." Blade finally said, and even though his voice was lowered..it was still as booming and intimidating as ever.
Whistler had become so accustomed to his voice, it just seeemed normal to him. He managed a half laugh at that comment. "Well no shit, you meet someone every damn night and you always manage killing them. But then again thats your job, kid."
Blade exhaled long at that comment as he picked up his sword. The sword of the Daywalker. He had killed so many vampires with it.. but "so many" was just not enough. He reached behind his back with it, sheathing it in on the sheath on his back with a sharp "shink" sound. "I didn't kill him."
This raised both eyebrows on Whistler. "You didn't kill the vampire? Did you take your stupid pills this morning?" Obviously a joking comment, but Whistler was actually concerned. Blade? Not killing his target? Very unlike him.
"He wasn't a vampire." Both eyebrows raised behind the tinted shades of Blade's, as if expecting an immediate excited response from the old man.
"Wasn't a vampire? Then what the fuck was he?"
"A hunter." He turned, moving toward the door at a slightly slacked pace, allowing the conversation to keep going while Whistler tried to catch up. And of course, the old man staggered after him at his own pace, arching a brow again.
"A hunter? Like you? Thats hard to believe."
"Well believe it. He had me where he could've killed me.... though it was my own mistake for letting that happen. And I assure you..:" He stopped, turning in the doorway to face Whistler as Blade's trainer finally caught up, stopping infront of him. "..it won't happen again." That said, Blade turns sharply on a heel and walks off across the lair.
"Where you going?" Whistler asked, as he moved over to take a seat at the control panel. Or, one of them.
"To find the hunter." Was the only thing Blade said as he exited the "lair."
----On the other side of town----
Jakvis sniffed the air in the darkened alley. The prey was near. He had been on the hunt of this one vampire for a while..
And then it all happened, suddenly.. very quickly. All in vampiric and mutant speed mode, so to speak. Jakvis's mutant speed equally matched that of a vampire's.
Zack had to be real about this. Two hunters in town.. one was the Daywalker, and the other a mutant. And a powerful mutant to boot. He could either leave now, or try to escape. But from what he's heard Blade or Jakvis would catch him, and Blade... well he is a vampire himself after all, even if he could get away cleanly, he'd just be prolonging an inveitable confrontation. Might as well get it over with. With that, he leaped straight off of the roof, beside Jakvis's location, turning to face his side.
Jakvis simply brung the blade of his sword around in a horizontal slash, to decapitate the vampire in one swift swing. End it all that quick.
But of course, the vampire was quick.. and not stupid. His name was Zack Strife, a pureblood vampire. Ducking the swing, he retailiated with a faster-than-average uppercut to Jakvis, which sent the hunter flying back into the wall rather hard... pieces of brick falling off as Jakvis slid back down and straight at Zack, relentless with his sword above his head.. slightly to the right.
Unfortunately for the mutant.. again he didn't get enough time to make his slash true as Zack pivoted to the right, grabbing Jakvis by the back and hurling him UPWARDS toward the middle of the wall. Jakvis hit the wall hard, grunting and stabbing the sword against the brick.. as hard as he could in that position. It only result with it sticking just enough for Jakvis to slide down and kick off the wall, sending a kick to the side of Zack's head.
The hit was true, sending Zack spiraling to the side and resulting in him landing on his own side, him spitting out a tooth. "Damn.."
Jakvis retrieved his sword from the wall, moving over to the Zack. "Rookie hits. Pure luck." With that said, he brought the sword over his head and clashing down upon Zack's neck, to decapitate him and end the rather quick, fast-paced fight right then and there. Again, Zack had an answer to every move. He produced a dagger from somewhere inside of his jacket, bringing it up and parrying the blow. "Luck?" The vampire chuckled darkly. "Boy, you have no idea.. how many slayers i've defeated. I see you no different than the others.. and here I was thinking you'd be a... CHALLENGE!" He grinned and brought his legs up, kicking Jakvis in the head and sending him flying backwards.. landing on his ass against the wall. Blood produced from the backside of Jakvis's head. He just suffered himself a concussion through a foolish manuever of letting his guard down so foolishly. Zack just laughed, moving over to him and picking up Jakvis's sword as he went.
"And so it ends. Blade is now alone in his little crusade.." Raising the sword above his head, he brought it down upon the defenseless hunter.
Suddenly, an upcutting blade parried the would-be deadly blow, and Zack glanced over at the newcomer.
"Mmm! Blade! So nice of you to join us.." Zack's voice was shaky as he looked upon the Daywalker, nearly dropping the dagger. Instead, he spun backwards, hurling the dagger at Blade's face as he produced his own sword, going into a defensive position.
Blade brought his sword up in an arc, knocking the dagger out of the air and out of the alleyway entirely, standing there and watching the vampire before him.
Zack got a little nervous.. he didn't know how to go about this. Fighting the Daywalker? Alone? It was unheard of. "Just what I would expect from you." He grinned, still trying to show no appearence of fear. "Look, this is my town. I think it's about time you get outta here and quit messing things up."
Blade replied with his natural booming, scary voice. "Two problems with your theory..." he said, while moving forward, his blade out infront of him. "One. The vampires in this town claim it to be theirs.. but they run away in fear. Of me. I see you as no different from the other bloodsuckers." As he moved forward, Zack backed up quickly.. eventually hitting the back wall and dropping his sword in nervousness and fear. "Two. You are the only one I see messing anything up.. namely, the streets ...painted with blood. blood of the innocents. I aim to stop this, no questions asked." Blade then pointed the tip of the blade straight at Zack, it touching the chest area where his heart was. "Start talking. Tell me everything you know about the vampire Stigma. I know you know of him.. have close ties with him."
Zack laughed nervously.. gasping as the blade touched him. "I don't know who you're talking about! Honest!"
Blade's face remained emotionless. He pressed the blade harder against the vampire's chest, to the point that if any more pressure was added.. even the tiniest bit, it'd stab through and dust him for sure. "Sit there and lie to my face? Tell me, and I might consider you a ...loose end." Blade has used this "loose end" tactic before.
Zack just nodded after hearing that, catching his breath again. "Allright... allright. Just.. just don't kill me! I'll tell you everything I know!..."
-End scene-