Chapter summary: A vampire familiar duo unleashes the excellency of the next anti-Daywalker campaign by using Blade's body to unleash hell into Brooklyn, creating a setup and a potential lead, as well as a "secret weapon" otherwise known as a Doomsday Device into the danger-swept city.
Chapter 2: Throughout the Shadows
(Blade narrative speech)
Throughout the shadows of the night...
A moving figure that was the shadow of an unforeseen person or object came lingering thorough a dark road secreted in darkness, blinding the victims amany from the presence which lay somewhere far ahead.
Throughout the darkness that is the night sky...
A freeze frame of the damp, narrow night sky was seen, soaring over the blooming city of Brooklyn, the birth place of vampires.
In every alley...
A mere glimpse of the insides of a dark alley way were to be seen, clouded in dark fog and smoke from the inside of it, all the way to the lengthy and largely opaque end.
Throughout every angle...
A frontal view of the entire Brooklyn city, through out the Brooklyn Bridge lay a full-fledged city... the very heart of the city. Zooming in past the bridge, through the city streets surrounded by skyscrapers everywhere, through and past the shiny blue sea, it was all there.
Of every footstep...
A series of small footsteps were to be heard, though nothing before these footsteps were revealed, not even the slightest stint of hair or skin, just mellow, non-audible footsteps lurking through the streets.
In every window of every house...
Throughout these infractions there lay a glass window, of a random apartment building somewhere not far within the city, yet somehow, someway, the window seal slowly slid open, by a mysterious, random force which lay hidden within the darkness that deeply surrounded it. The burden lay bestowed very deeply beneath it all... the burden of a hellacious evil force, waiting patiently to prey upon the very minds and spirits of the innocent... it... lay... waiting...
Behind every closed door or closet...
The insides of a bedroom inside of a random apartment building, where the closed door was seen randomly opening after the automatic twist and turn of it's nob. The door manually slid open without a distinct sound or voice...
There lies an evil force or spirit...
Volume was rather dim here. Nothing was to be heard of it but the consistent moaning of the force that lay in waiting.
Whom lies in waiting...
Inside, there lay a closet door... nothing moved inside or out... yet.
Waiting to unleash the True Demon into this world, and when they do...
Blade paused in his narrative speech, ready to make good of the second plank.
They will unleash Hell...
Suddenly, an implosion. The scenery became tainted with a mere constant, thorough tint of red and orange everywhere as the buildings burn and light up the dark night sky blankets. A combustion of flames and burnt bodies, charred and engulfed to nothing but a stash of corpses fulfilled the said apartment building, burnt to an inferno from every floor, leaving a bunch of people walking along the walkway beside of each and every window which lay on the bottom floor.
When someone walking throughout the alley across from the building nearby was stepping through, not knowing what to expect next, when suddenly, a pair of soft landings was heard just three feet behind him.
And then it hit him... or rather, bit him. Hard. A sharp set of vampire fangs sank through his moldy flesh as this dark creature began to suck him dry like nectar, and in an instant, dropped him like a helpless rag doll. His screams preceding were nothing more but a far—or short—cry from here, but nonetheless, were heard... to a degree.
"What the hell?" a man cursed in disbelief, who was standing in the nearby walkway.
Suddenly, he walked over towards the dark alley, yet was encountered by a series of silver bullets, soaring from the back of a submachine gun pair/duel wild cleanly into his chest and all surrounding areas, leaving one single bloody dot for each. The lifeless man helplessly fell on both knees, and then flat on his chest, in a mess of blood. The end result was rather panicking as they rushed out into the open, opening yet more fire, this time, at civilians walking across a pathway next to buildings across the street. Women's screams could be heard right along with the subsequent gun fire, getting one kill for each shot yet not missing once. They made sure every shot counted. Shattered glass and spilled bodies and all. Suddenly, they sensed something...
An attacking man engaging them from behind. The man lept at the closest of the two—an impostor of Blade and someone else—only to be faced with a shotgun shell right to the stomach area as he unsheeted it from his belt while he was in midair. He then turned around, and joined his cohort in pelting humans with shotgun shells. They made quick, easy work of them, as bodies were being scattered by the strengthening force of their shotgun shells.
Blade (?) then looked behind him, and knew what had been coming to them from the blazing police sirens screeching about. A cop far, speeding through the nearby street. Alexei, disguised as Blade with a fake identity, barrel rolled into the road and ripped clearly through the cop car as it came to him, sending the officers flying 10 feet into the air, gushing torments of draining blood. He began to drink from it from midair as it spilled onto him.
The car, needless to say, was mashed as if in a wreck, and flew through the air before landing safely in the road, where a large commercial van collided with it just as what appeared to be Blade and a woman with long blond hair and black cape and vest jumped on top of the winshield and swiped at it with their claws. Their slashes left a thin layer of blood all over as it was sent into a sideways skid. The Blade and whatsherface impostors lept off of the exposed vehicle in a front flip, landing on two more of their heads—one for each—and cutting them straight off in a blood-squirting frenzy. They continued running from there.
The two Blade phonies—both he male and feminine—each parted ways. Blade (?) took one walkway—the one on the left—while the other took the right. Each one managed to transport themselves from the starting point of each walkway to the end simultaneously as if teleporting, readying their claws and then releasing as they made it to the end of the trail. First, there were dozens of civilians, then there was none, just fine pools of red for each slain prospect. They then witnessed their urgency to turn a and check for policia kick in.
Their bodies suddenly vanished, leaving as nothing but crisp clear air to where they were at originally just as they heard the unforgiving sound of police sirens escaping through the city. Ever suddenly, the entire rest of the city was engulfed in flames—that hasn't already been engulfed—and everything surrounding just seconds after their talently-devoid escape from the vacated city, but nonetheless, there had been somebody watching from the clock tower somewhere deep into the city, the only part that hadn't been left for dead; or for cinders.
As for the real Blade, he was out there, inside of a new holdout right on Sea Shore Bay... who or what it was that brought him here remained to be seen as of now.