"So," Dallas said to Katalyn. "How'd you meet Eric and Whistler?"
"I had just moved here from Ireland. I didn't really know anybody and I met this guy. He was really cute. He had short black hair and brown eyes, he was tall, tan, and strong. We went back to his place the night we met and he attacked me. He was a vampire and he was trying to bite me. I was fighting back but he had me pinned down. Then Blade shows up and kills him. Then a few more vampires came in and started attacking us and I managed to snatch a stake from Blade and ran it through the vampire's heart. B decided he might be able to use me so, he brought me here, taught me how to fight, and here I am. So, what about you? What's your story? What happened after your parents died?"
"I was put in a foster home. I didn't really get along with my foster parents. The father was a drunk and the mother was always working and when she wasn't working, she was...working." She said, implying that her foster mother was sleeping with other men. "I had two foster brothers but we never got along. They were always jealous of me. I never understood why, though. They got more attention from our parents than I ever did. When I graduated high school, I got a job as a bartender and used the money my mother left me to pay for my college and buy my store. My best friend, Leon, and his little brother, Antonio, were to closest thing to family that I had besides my dog, Fang."
"Fang?"
"He's a pit bull pup. He was the runt of his litter and they were just gonna have him put down 'cause his mother wouldn't take care of him so I took him when he was only two weeks old. He's three months old now. He's got some much energy. He loves to bark. When I don't pay attention to him, he tugs on my pant leg." Tears started to well up in her eyes as she thought of Fang. It wasn't only because of him. It was because she was thinking about Deacon. She started to regret ever leaving him. It had only been a few hours and she already wanted to go back.
"Kat." Blade called as he and Whistler entered the warehouse. "There's some heavy activity going on one of Frost's clubs. We gotta go."
Katalyn jumped up and grabbed a whole arsenal of weapons. She strapped a sword to her back, seven throwing knives to her waist, and a 9mm handheld to her thigh.
"Dallas, are you gonna be okay here?" Blade asked as he grabbed his sword and strapped it to his back.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Dallas said.
"Good. Anything happens, do what Whistler tells you to."
Blade and Katalyn left, leaving Whistler and Dallas alone. They sat in the warehouse on full alert for about an hour.
"I guess we're safe. It's been an hour."
"Don't be so sure. These blood suckers are unpredictable-"
They heard a noise echo through the warehouse and jumped up from their seats. Whistler pulled a shotgun out of the light and turned to face the direction from which the noise came. Deacon and Quinn stepped out into the open, both aiming guns at Whistler's head.
Dallas reached over and picked up her gun off the table. Mercury came up behind and jammed a needle in her neck and she quickly passed out, falling to the ground. Mercury picked up her gun and pointed it at Whistler's back.
"Grab her, Merc." Deacon said.
Mercury picked up Dallas and threw her over her shoulder with ease.
"You know Blade's not gonna let you get away with this."
"You tell Blade that his precious little sister belongs to me now. He tries to take her, I'll turn her."
They left with Dallas, leaving Whistler standing alone with his shotgun still in his hand.
"I had just moved here from Ireland. I didn't really know anybody and I met this guy. He was really cute. He had short black hair and brown eyes, he was tall, tan, and strong. We went back to his place the night we met and he attacked me. He was a vampire and he was trying to bite me. I was fighting back but he had me pinned down. Then Blade shows up and kills him. Then a few more vampires came in and started attacking us and I managed to snatch a stake from Blade and ran it through the vampire's heart. B decided he might be able to use me so, he brought me here, taught me how to fight, and here I am. So, what about you? What's your story? What happened after your parents died?"
"I was put in a foster home. I didn't really get along with my foster parents. The father was a drunk and the mother was always working and when she wasn't working, she was...working." She said, implying that her foster mother was sleeping with other men. "I had two foster brothers but we never got along. They were always jealous of me. I never understood why, though. They got more attention from our parents than I ever did. When I graduated high school, I got a job as a bartender and used the money my mother left me to pay for my college and buy my store. My best friend, Leon, and his little brother, Antonio, were to closest thing to family that I had besides my dog, Fang."
"Fang?"
"He's a pit bull pup. He was the runt of his litter and they were just gonna have him put down 'cause his mother wouldn't take care of him so I took him when he was only two weeks old. He's three months old now. He's got some much energy. He loves to bark. When I don't pay attention to him, he tugs on my pant leg." Tears started to well up in her eyes as she thought of Fang. It wasn't only because of him. It was because she was thinking about Deacon. She started to regret ever leaving him. It had only been a few hours and she already wanted to go back.
"Kat." Blade called as he and Whistler entered the warehouse. "There's some heavy activity going on one of Frost's clubs. We gotta go."
Katalyn jumped up and grabbed a whole arsenal of weapons. She strapped a sword to her back, seven throwing knives to her waist, and a 9mm handheld to her thigh.
"Dallas, are you gonna be okay here?" Blade asked as he grabbed his sword and strapped it to his back.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Dallas said.
"Good. Anything happens, do what Whistler tells you to."
Blade and Katalyn left, leaving Whistler and Dallas alone. They sat in the warehouse on full alert for about an hour.
"I guess we're safe. It's been an hour."
"Don't be so sure. These blood suckers are unpredictable-"
They heard a noise echo through the warehouse and jumped up from their seats. Whistler pulled a shotgun out of the light and turned to face the direction from which the noise came. Deacon and Quinn stepped out into the open, both aiming guns at Whistler's head.
Dallas reached over and picked up her gun off the table. Mercury came up behind and jammed a needle in her neck and she quickly passed out, falling to the ground. Mercury picked up her gun and pointed it at Whistler's back.
"Grab her, Merc." Deacon said.
Mercury picked up Dallas and threw her over her shoulder with ease.
"You know Blade's not gonna let you get away with this."
"You tell Blade that his precious little sister belongs to me now. He tries to take her, I'll turn her."
They left with Dallas, leaving Whistler standing alone with his shotgun still in his hand.