"The War Never Ends"

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone of the Blade gang..although, still trying to work out a deal for Ryan Reynolds

Summary: After the events from the third movie, The Nightstalkers try to go back to their lives before they became vampire hunters, but when a new race of vampires surface in the city they're forced to fight against them.

Onto the story then!

Hannibal King starred at himself in the mirror, his hand rubbing his newly shaven face. His finger traced along the faint pink scar slong his jaw line and shuddered. He could still feel Danica's tooth scrape the skin away. He shook his head and turned away from the mirror. Picking up a white t-shirt, he slid it over his chest and then grabbed his leather jacket. Glancing one last tme in the mirror, he took a deep breath.

The house looked the same as it did the last time he had seen it. That would have been about eight years ago, before Danica took him away. He climbed up on the door step and went to knock when he saw a note on the door. 'The war is not over Nightstalker.' He slowly ripped it off, his eyes stared at the crimson writing. He brought it close to his face and inhaled. Blood. Throwing down the paper, he kicked in the door of his parent's house. He didn't even need to walk in to see the two bodies lying in the hallway in a pool of blood. He took a step forward, and that's when something slammed into him, throwing him backwards.


Two nights later, Abby Whistler jumped at the sound of someone pounding on her door. She slowly sat up in her bed and reached for the pistol she kept on a table. She got up, and made her way down the hall. She peeked inside Zoe's room, and was relieved to find the little girl still fast asleep. Who ever was banging on the door, began to knock harder. Abby swallowed, raised the pistol and opened the door.

"King?" She lowered the gun when she saw King standing on the porch, soaked from the rain, and a cut running down the side of his face. He looked different since she saw him last, which was about two weeks ago. He was supposed to be in Canada, seeing his parents for the first time in eight years. She moved out of the way to let him in and he stepped in slowly.

"What happened?" She asked slowly, watching as he leaned against the wall. He brought a hand up to his eyes and sighed.

He handed her the piece of paper silently. As she read it, she felt hot tears well up in her eyes. She looked back at him and shook her head. Without saying anything, she went to him and wrapped her arms around him. She felt his arms around her back and she closed her eyes.

"I'm so sorry."


King opened his eyes and blinked a few times. He could smell coffee, and he heard talking. He sat up slowly, and pushed the blankets off of him. He swung his legs over the bed he was in and rubbed his face. Shaking his head he got up and made his way to the kitchen.

"King!" The small voice of Zoe Sommerfeild rang in his ears. The small girl ran to him with her arms open. She wrapped them around his waist, and he slowly picked her up. Abby watched them, and gave King a small smile.

"Coffee?" She asked holding up a cup. He nodded and sat Zoe down on a chair. He walked over to Abby and took the cup.

"They're back Abby."

"But how?" Her eyes searched his for the answer.

"I don't know, but they're stronger and they know about us. Abby they knew where my parents lived..." Abby looked over at Zoe, then back at King and nodded. They had to leave and find somewhere else to hide out. They needed to find Blade again.


He was surrounded by four vampires, all hungry. His guns were at his sides, and his arms were up, ready to fight. He jumped up, and kicked to the side. The vampires were over him. He threw punch after punch and kick after kick until he heard Abby's voice.

"King!" He stopped, his chest heaved in and out. He opened his eyes, and his vision focused on the four punching bags on the floor. Abby walked down the stairs of their new hideout, an abandon underground building. It was two floors, lots of room to train, store weapons, sleep, and eat.

"Yeah?" He wipped his forehead and coughed. It had been a week since he had found his parents dead in their own home, and he couldn't shake the image out of his head.

"Slow down okay? I know you're upset, but I need you to be here." She pointed her finger to his forehead and he nodded slowly. He knew he had to calm down, or it could cost him.

"So they're back?" Both Nightstalkers whirled around at the sound of a deep voice. A figure stepped out of the darkness.

"Blade?" Abby let out a sigh of relief and watched as the Hybrid walked up to them.

"Let's go see what we can find out from these new fucks." He said, taking out his sword.


Author's Note:

And that's it for chapter one folks...I hope you enjoyed it...read and review, and perhaps I'll write more. All depends on what you think of it ahaha