She has returned! lol I'm back with the sequel to Addicted to You. I really want to thank those who liked and reviewed my first story (Bluegirl90, Kelly Tolkien, and Celsie). To some three reviews is nothing, but to me it means my writing can't be that bad :0).

Summary: This story is continuing off from Abby and King's new found relationship and ismy take on the next Blade movie. They both are still going head to head with the growing Werewolf problem, but more dangerous obstacles threaten their love for each other as well as their lives. New friends and enemies will risefrom the underworld (which has nothing to do with Underworld movie, I just like the title). Twists and surprises are in store and an ending which I haven't thought of yet, but will definitely shock you out of your boots is ahead. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter One

Already the night had fallen, the streets were the playground to all that bumped in the night once again. But, this time was different, anyone could tell there was something wrong in the air. Something just didn't feel right, but yet it didn't seem to bother the usual night crawlers, club goers, and all niters. Music could easily be heard from an abandoned Warehouse. Lately places like these seemed to the hangout spot that always had something happening. And she knew if there was any place to continue hunting, this was one of them. As Abigail Whistler walked inside, she automatically felt the tension take over her body. It was as if there was a heavy weight coming down on her as she started to move through the crowd. But, she paid it no mind as she looked around the club, she was so busy scanning the room that she hadn't even noticed someone was observing her. He had noticed her right away—his senses picked up her aura in the sea of humans that passed him by. All the sheep had a faint quality about them that told him there was nothing special about them, except the fact that they were easy prey. But her, she had a dark aura that surrounded her, it outshined all the others around her. Black low ridding jeans clung to her hips when she moved past people, through his hearing he was able to focus on the sound of her black combat boots tapping on the floor, the belt around her waist dangled from side to side, his eyes roamed further up and took in the sight of a black leather jacket covering a red tank top. He knew that she was none other then Abigail; daughter of Blade's belated comrade Whistler. The Beautiful Archer as he liked to call her. He wondered where the so called King was hiding, knowing he wouldn't let such a beauty wonder into the lion's den alone. As Abigail continued walking in the darkness of the club, he noticed that few of his pack had already taken notice of her, his bright white eyes gleamed as he also took in the sight of her. He grunted and the two Werewolves looked towards him. Their eyes faded and they returned to the shadows of the doorway.
He smiled and returned his attention to her—he pretentiously made his way through the crowd never losing her from his sight. Suddenly, Abigail stopped and looked around, she thought she could feel someone behind her. The only thing she found were people dancing wildly to Evanescence's Imaginary, but then she noticed him. It was as if the crowd slowed down their movement and parted ways for him. He walked closer to her as she looked him over, the spiked blonde hair, black silk shirt, black leather pants, and black boots caused her groan. " Bane." Abigail grunted as he came a mere inches closer to her and looked her over.
" You are beautiful," he commented

" Cut the shit Bane!" Abigail replied

" You know in the days of Kings and Queens, my lady I was merely a Jester." he stated, " That is until now. And I owe that to you." Bane pushed out a hand and touched her face, she saw it but wasn't fast enough to stop it. His hand touched her cheek before she could bat it away, Abigail flinched at his touch. She was so caught up in the feeling of it, that she didn't even realize that his hand was gone. Abigail jumped when she felt someone slide their hand down her right arm, she turned around only to be trapped in his eyes. He was standing in front of her—his tall and muscular frame watched as she tried desperately to get out of his gaze. He moved dangerously close to her, his hand still wondering up and down her arm. Abigail closed her eyes in an attempt to gain back her senses, she could feel him circling her, now taking in every aspect of her as if she was a new toy. Suddenly she snapped open her eyes as he pulled her hand into his and started to dance with her. He slipped his arm around her waist and drew her towards him. Still dancing, he brought his face a mere cementers away from hers, Abigail could feel her heart racing as his lips almost pressed against her own. He suddenly stopped and started to move slowly in a tormenting manner down her body, passing his lips down her chin, moving further down past her chest as he nestled his hands on either side of her waist. He continued down her shirt and paused at the button of her jeans. His eyes never left hers as he still ventured further down her body, Abigail gasped as he unexpectedly brought himself back up and placed his face uncomfortably close to hers once more. He started to move around her—standing behind her, she could feel his breath on her neck. He rested his hands on her jacket and attempted to pull it off. Suddenly, Abigail grabbed his hands, surprising him. But, he smiled charmingly and intertwined his fingers with hers. Soon his nose was nestled on her neck as he took in her scent, the smell of warm vanilla intoxicated him as he moved his nose around her skin.

" Magnificent," he whispered as he brought his hands up with hers and wrapped them around his neck. He then moved his hands back down—gliding them over every curve of her body until they were enclosed around her waist. At this point, Abigail knew she had fully lost control of herself. She couldn't move as his hands guided her hips to move with his own with the beat of the music. She was in his world, at his mercy for whatever he pleased, and he knew it. Or at least he thought she was. He was so caught up in what he was doing to her, that he hadn't notice her hand gun creeping its way up his side. He paused as he felt the tip press against him

" Femme Fatal, such a little devil you are." Bane smiled and moved away from her neck, she slowly pushed herself away from him and turned to face him.

" Not many women have control of their senses around me," he said proudly

" Well, I'm not many women." Abigail replied as she watched him closely, suddenly he moved and grabbed the front end of the gun, pulling it away from his chest. She watched helplessly as he emptied her gun in front of her, he knew she wouldn't fire unless she was sure that she would hit him and not an innocent civilian. As Bane drew her arm over his shoulder, he shocked when another gun was aimed directly at his head. He had to admit, she was definitely more than meets the eye.

" Clever…" he stated releasing his grip from her arm and putting a small distance between them. Abigail was about to fire when the lights abruptly shut off and almost everyone was in hysterics as screams could be heard around the club. Abigail wondered if Bane was still in front of her, but safely she lowered her gun and tried to listen to the sounds around her. Without warning, a hand wrapped tightly around her neck. She felt another hand squeeze her wrist, causing her to drop the weapon. The emergency lights finally came on and Abigail gasped as she was staring face to face with a Michelle; Bane's little ass licker.

" Nice to see you again Michie. " Abigail commented trying to break the grip the woman had on her, the woman's eyes were like ice—there was an undeniable hatred in them, but also a gleam of coldness that resided as well. Abigail tried breaking free, but her grip was like a steel trap. Her fingers pressed harshly into her neck as her feet now dangle from the floor. The woman slanted her head a little and once again started to analyze Abigail like before. Abigail clicked her boots together and the blade in her right one popped out. Just as she was about to stab Michelle with it, the female Werewolf grabbed her swinging leg with her free hand.

" Now that's not nice." Both woman turned to see Hannibal King aiming a gun at Michelle's head. Before he could fire, she threw Abigail into him, knocking them both to the ground.

" Where the hell were you King?" Abigail demanded quickly raising up off him

" Thought you and Bennie may have wanted some quiet time." he replied

" Shut up King!" Abigail snapped picking back up her weapons. They both began to shoot at any approaching Werewolves that jumped at them. They had killed at least three so far—Abigail searched the frantic crowd for Bane as for her the night couldn't end more perfect than with him dead at her feet. But, the so called leader of the pack was no where to be found as usual. Abigail hated him from the first time they met. He made his liking of her obvious and it annoyed her greatly.

Flashback

Abigail and King were cleaning up a few Werewolves that cornered them in an Alleyway. King took out two with his new improved shotgun specially armed to kill Werewolves. Abigail was armed with her Compound Bow and shooting silver arrows out by the second. She was aiming at a wolf in the distance before it could escape, her fingers let the arrow soar through the air and waited for it to connect with the Werewolf. But, to her dismay and shock the s.o.b caught the arrow as it was mere centimeters from his head.

" Shit!" Abigail cursed as she reloaded her bow and started to run after the soon to be dead ass clown who dared catch her arrow. She kicked and used the blade in her boot to stab anything in her way. King punched a Werewolf that grabbed his gun and took out a silver stank from his vest. Killing the wolf he turned only to find Abigail running deeper into the alley, hot on a Werewolf's tale.

" Abby!" King yelled to no avail as he heard a growl coming from the shadows.

Abigail made her way past a few trash cans and fire escapes. She looked up towards them occasionally in case something was up there hiding. Just as she brought her eyes back down in front of her, she stopped when a guy was a few feet away from her. She was about to lower her bow; thinking that he was a civilian. But, when she looked into his eyes she saw it. The same golden orbs that belonged to the Werewolf that caught her arrow. She aimed an arrow at him and shot it out in hopes that it would connect with his chest this time. But, once again he caught it without even effort.

" Son of…." Abigail grunted as she changed weapons and was coming at him with the blade attached to her wrist. When she reached him, she tried shoulder blocking him, but some how he managed to grab her and slammed her back into the wall. Abigail gritted her teeth as her back hit the cold brick with a hard thud. Angrily, she punched him in the face. To her surprise, he only twitched his jaw from the impact.

" So you know I like it rough." he teased as he clutched her coat collar and threw her into the opposing wall. Abigail screamed as she fell to the ground in pain. He stood over her and watched as she tried to rise up,

" Aren't you the pretty little archer." he commented as his eyes roamed over her body fallen form.

" She's taken." Abigail looked up to see King standing in the back of the guy and aiming a pistol at his head. When King fired, they both gasped as he moved like a cat and dodged the bullet. King watched as the wall smoked from the impact of the fire and in amazement as the guy ran up the wall like a cat.

End of Flash back

Their battle continued, even as King was knocked down by a Werewolf and fell to the ground with a hard thud. He tried to push it off of him, but it just kept barking at him and trying to bite him.

" Well someone forgot to brush their teeth morning." King commented. Obviously the beast didn't like his comment and tried to bite his neck, but before his teeth could connect with flesh, a buzzing sound was heard. King's eyes glance past the animal above him and saw a blade sink into its back. King pushed it off and reached for his gun that had been knocked out of his hand earlier.

" Thanks Ab…." he paused looking at the blade which was like a mini buzz saw attached to the bottom of a boot. A boot which didn't belong to Abigail. King's eyes moved up from the black combat boots and looked over the person. Olive fitting cargo pants hung low on their hips and was held up by two black belts assorted with gadgets. A black tank top that stated " I realized I Really Don't Care" in the front. The woman had an athletic build and wild blonde hair with black and red streaks. She placed her hand out for him and when he took it, she easily pulled him to his feet.

" Work out much?" King asked

" Just on the weekends." she replied, " Hannibal King I presume?"

" Yeah…who are you?" he asked in return

" Name's Alena. But, introductions can wait." she replied as she headed back into the crowd. Before King could say anything, Abigail came up to him and grabbed his arm.

" I think we out stayed our welcome King. Lets get out of here!" she stated

" But they haven't even broke out the Karaoke yet." King replied as they moved through the crowd towards the exit. He busted the door open and they both ran out into the streets only to find two Werewolves and Bane waiting for them.

" We really have to stop meeting like this." King stated as Abigail raised her gun at the Werewolf closest to her.

" Just let me have her King." Bane said

" When I'm in a body bag!" King replied

" That can easily be done." Bane yelled, before anyone could attack, a silver ball rolled to Bane and the Werewolves feet. Bane knowing what it was jumped out of the way of it.

" Down!" someone yelled as they pushed Abigail and King to the ground. The ball exploded releasing silver spikes. When the coast was clear, the three rose up from the ground and King realized that it was the young woman from inside.

" Alena," King commented

" And I thought you forgot my name already." she teased as Abigail looked between her and King for answers.

" We need to get out of here." Abigail said, " Now!"

" Funny I was thinking the same thing." Alena replied