Chapter 3

In the dark the voice still called his name. Again he tried with all the power he could to move, he strained against his invisible shackles. To anyone watching he hadn't moved a muscle, he didn't even appear to breathe. But no one was watching, no one was in the dark. He was alone.

In an alleyway a woman stumbled along with the man she had picked up in the club, she was very drunk and using him to support herself as they left the street and went into the darkness of the alley. She pushed him against the wall and kissed him roughly, her hands worked down his chest to his waistband, he kissed her neck and suddenly grabbed her round the throat, she looked at him, he had fangs and was leaning in towards her neck.

She tried to scream but his grip on her throat wouldn't allow her to.

"Is this a private party or can I join in?"

Both the woman and her attacker looked towards the voice, and saw a black man in a leather trench coat standing in the mouth of the alley.

The vampire threw the woman to the ground "Daywalker, I always wanted to fight you, apparently you have some moves, well you don't look like much to me……

As the last word left his mouth the woman saw a silver blur fly through his head and he collapsed into dust, the black man had thrown some s- shaped weapon that had gone through the guys head…..she registered this and screamed.

"Thank you would suffice" the coloured man walked away.

He approached his car and heard a ringing, he knew it was whistler, the only person who had his number.

"Dammit how many times dad don't call me when I'm at work" he grinned

whistlers voice came through the handset "oh that's real cute. You might wanna check out the library for some clan leader put under a curse seven centuries ago. I think he has been found."

"I'm on it"

Blade got in the car and gunned the engine.

He walked through the black pearl casino and into the secret archives in the back.

He rounded the corner and saw the Pearl the disgusting fat blob of a vampire, a dead, drained naked boy on the bed next to him.

"Daywalker," pearl said nervously "what do you want?"

"Information, you gonna tell me about this clan leader or do I have to write a new cooking with blade chapter?"

"You heard about that? Well there's not a lot about it here blade, honest, I wouldn't lie to you"

Blade eyed him suspiciously.

"Tell me what you do know, there must be speculation"

"Some very old vampire trapped by a curse for causing too much trouble. That's about it I swear"

"What do you mean ABOUT it?"

"He's said to be worse then LaMagra, more powerful and more evil. We are all in a whole new world of trouble Blade, you and us included." The already shaky voice quivered even more "Even you cant stop him, he will return and rule again as he did before, its prophesised."

"hmmm more prophecies, well these ones can kiss my ass too." Blade turned and left

"You'll die trying to stop him blade, be sensible, join him" Pearl yelled after him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome, so glad so many of you have come to join us to find out what Dr Mercer found down in Australia. It could be treasures, clues to lost civilisations .So without further ado, Allen"

A man with a crow bar stepped up and found the seam. He levered it a little.

In the dark the voice grew louder still

Allen moved round to another corner and levered again

The voice screamed to him as he lay in the dark

Allen levered the final two corners and another man came to help him remove the lid.

As the lid was raised everyone gathered round to stare into the box.

His eyes snapped open, he was awake, and he could move. He laughed, an evil ,low ,growling laugh echoing into the darkness.