Crucial chapter! This is the first time Dallas and Blade meet face to
face! He learns about his father! And guess what, a new character!
Enjoy!!
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"Eric." Dallas said as she walked up behind Blade.
He turned around to face his sister. Before he could say anything, she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He hesitated before putting his arms around her and hugging her back.
"Where you followed?" He asked.
"No. His people think he let me go. They think I'm coming back later so they didn't follow me."
"Good. Get in." They got in his car and drove to his lair. They got out and Dallas looked around. "Get used to it. It's your new home."
"Is this her?" A short girl in her late teens or early twenties with long dirty blonde hair and a slight Irish accent in black leather pants and boots and a mid-drift baring shirt asked as she walked up behind them.
"Katalyn, this is Dallas. Dallas, this is Katalyn Williams." Blade said.
"Hi." Dallas said.
"Yeah." Katalyn said. "Was she followed?"
"No. Whistler!"
Whistler limped out from a back room of the warehouse.
"Get her some protection. She's gonna need it when Frost realizes she's gone."
"Let me guess. This is your long lost sister, right?" Whistler said then turned to her. "I'm Whistler."
"Dallas."
"Follow me."
Dallas and Whistler went to another back room and Katalyn turned to Blade. "She looks just like you."
"I know." Blade said.
In the other room, Whistler picked up a gun and handed it to Dallas. "You know how to use one of these?"
She cocked it and pointed it at the wall. "Yeah, but I'd prefer one of those." She said, pointing at the swords lining the wall along with daggers, throwing knives, and silver stakes. She walked over and picked one up. She examined it then swung it around over her head, swung it out in front of her, then spun it around in a circle, stopping when the blade was straight up in front of her. "Beautiful."
"Just like Blade."
"Whistler," Blade's voice came from the doorway. "Kat needs your help with something." Whistler left the room and Blade walked in and sat down. "So, what was he like?"
"Who?"
"Our father."
"I don't remember a lot." She said as she sat down to face her older brother. "He was killed when I was seven. He was really strict but very kind. He never told me about you, though."
"How'd he die?"
"I was always told that it was because he was black and my mother was white and they had a child together and some of the people in our neighborhood didn't like the idea so they killed him but I knew it was something else. Something...not human."
"Vampires."
"I knew it was my great grandfather."
"Your great grandfather?"
"He's a vampire. A pureblood. The head of the house of Erebus. I knew he didn't have our father killed, he's too weak to have something like that done, but I knew it was because of him, because of the affair he had with my great grandmother decades before. Dad and I were walking up to our front door the night he died and this vampire aimed a gun at me and Dad jumped in the way of the bullet. It hit him in the chest and went right through his heart. I always said it was my fault because the bullet was meant for me. I had to stand there and watched our father die and I've hated my great grandfather and basically the whole vampire community ever since."
"Blade!" Katalyn hollered before he could say anything.
They back out into the main room. Dallas started talking to Whistler and Katalyn pulled Blade aside.
"You think she'll be able to handle herself when Frost comes for her?"
"Yeah. From what I've seen of her handling a sword, she can take care of anything he throws at her." He looked over at his sister.
From the look in his eyes, Katalyn knew something was wrong. "What did she say, B?"
"She's part vampire."
"What?"
"Dragonetti."
"Gitano Dragonetti?"
"He's her great grandfather."
"You're shitting me."
"It's true. I sensed it when I picked her up. She told me how our father died, too."
"What?"
"Vampires."
"You think she's working for them?"
"No. But there's something she's not telling me."
"What do you think it is?"
"I don't know, but she didn't seem very happy about leaving Frost."
"You don't think..."
"I hope not...for all our sakes."
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"Eric." Dallas said as she walked up behind Blade.
He turned around to face his sister. Before he could say anything, she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He hesitated before putting his arms around her and hugging her back.
"Where you followed?" He asked.
"No. His people think he let me go. They think I'm coming back later so they didn't follow me."
"Good. Get in." They got in his car and drove to his lair. They got out and Dallas looked around. "Get used to it. It's your new home."
"Is this her?" A short girl in her late teens or early twenties with long dirty blonde hair and a slight Irish accent in black leather pants and boots and a mid-drift baring shirt asked as she walked up behind them.
"Katalyn, this is Dallas. Dallas, this is Katalyn Williams." Blade said.
"Hi." Dallas said.
"Yeah." Katalyn said. "Was she followed?"
"No. Whistler!"
Whistler limped out from a back room of the warehouse.
"Get her some protection. She's gonna need it when Frost realizes she's gone."
"Let me guess. This is your long lost sister, right?" Whistler said then turned to her. "I'm Whistler."
"Dallas."
"Follow me."
Dallas and Whistler went to another back room and Katalyn turned to Blade. "She looks just like you."
"I know." Blade said.
In the other room, Whistler picked up a gun and handed it to Dallas. "You know how to use one of these?"
She cocked it and pointed it at the wall. "Yeah, but I'd prefer one of those." She said, pointing at the swords lining the wall along with daggers, throwing knives, and silver stakes. She walked over and picked one up. She examined it then swung it around over her head, swung it out in front of her, then spun it around in a circle, stopping when the blade was straight up in front of her. "Beautiful."
"Just like Blade."
"Whistler," Blade's voice came from the doorway. "Kat needs your help with something." Whistler left the room and Blade walked in and sat down. "So, what was he like?"
"Who?"
"Our father."
"I don't remember a lot." She said as she sat down to face her older brother. "He was killed when I was seven. He was really strict but very kind. He never told me about you, though."
"How'd he die?"
"I was always told that it was because he was black and my mother was white and they had a child together and some of the people in our neighborhood didn't like the idea so they killed him but I knew it was something else. Something...not human."
"Vampires."
"I knew it was my great grandfather."
"Your great grandfather?"
"He's a vampire. A pureblood. The head of the house of Erebus. I knew he didn't have our father killed, he's too weak to have something like that done, but I knew it was because of him, because of the affair he had with my great grandmother decades before. Dad and I were walking up to our front door the night he died and this vampire aimed a gun at me and Dad jumped in the way of the bullet. It hit him in the chest and went right through his heart. I always said it was my fault because the bullet was meant for me. I had to stand there and watched our father die and I've hated my great grandfather and basically the whole vampire community ever since."
"Blade!" Katalyn hollered before he could say anything.
They back out into the main room. Dallas started talking to Whistler and Katalyn pulled Blade aside.
"You think she'll be able to handle herself when Frost comes for her?"
"Yeah. From what I've seen of her handling a sword, she can take care of anything he throws at her." He looked over at his sister.
From the look in his eyes, Katalyn knew something was wrong. "What did she say, B?"
"She's part vampire."
"What?"
"Dragonetti."
"Gitano Dragonetti?"
"He's her great grandfather."
"You're shitting me."
"It's true. I sensed it when I picked her up. She told me how our father died, too."
"What?"
"Vampires."
"You think she's working for them?"
"No. But there's something she's not telling me."
"What do you think it is?"
"I don't know, but she didn't seem very happy about leaving Frost."
"You don't think..."
"I hope not...for all our sakes."