Author's Note:

Well…I'm not dead. I noticed that my fan base has picked up considerably since the release of Blade: Trinity on dvd. That's a good thing, welcome to all my new fans. I hope to keep you all entertained simultaneously. Yes! Another update! I've got a surprise for ya'll. My original character, Dash, makes a comeback after his debut in 'Security'. There's just something I really like about him and I just think that he fits well with the original Nightstalkers. I hope you guys feel the same. This story is meant to be mostly light with lots of playful banter between the characters. That's all for now! Savor the flavor…

McFadden-

Chapter 2: Ice Ice Baby

Truth be told, King could've spent forever in that shower, just as long as the hot water lasted. The minutes bled into hours for him it seemed. There's nothing more indulgent to him than a long, steamy shower…okay, maybe a long, steamy fuck. But that's it, period! King felt a sudden spark of arousal flow through his body, but this wasn't exactly foreign to him. This happened to him after almost every hunt. He would come home excited and energized, have some sort of witty verbal spar with his partner, Whistler, and then he'd end up alone with a huge problem to take care of. King looked down briefly and groaned.

"Oh, that's not good…"

Well, at least it will be another 10 minutes well spent. Now all he had to do was find where Abby had stored her lotion…Meanwhile, Abby had joined her other partner, Caulder in the kitchen. Lately he had been taking over the more intellectual/planning half that was now left of the Nightstalkers. He had made a pot of tea, saw her come in, and offered her a mug. He walked around to the table and sat down.

"Feel better?"

Abby cracked her neck and arched her back, hearing her various joints pop and felt her muscles stretch.

"Much. Anything flare up while we were gone?"

Caulder scratched his growing stubble.

"Funny you should mention that. Remember those two brothers who were trying to rebuild the vampire hierarchy after the supposed demise of Blade and the Talos duo?"

Abby just nodded, completely attentive. That's was the only bit of knowledge that stayed exclusively between Caulder and herself. Not even King knew about that. Mainly because he was dead-set for killing any and everything with elongated canines, but Abigail had been concerned about his health and she wanted him to fully recover before going out to root-hog again. Caulder had kept a close eye on them this whole time but nothing ever materialized as a threat…till now.

"Well it seems that Sander and Dalton have resurfaced. And they're completely pissed about tonight little game of 'Spin the silver-laced bottle.' Nearly all of their most faithful followers were wiped out."

Abby let her head drop to the table with a loud thud. Why couldn't they all just fucking die with the Daystar? They're like overgrown leeches on society. Actually, that's exactly what they are. Her reply came muffled from her arms but Caulder managed to decipher it.

"What is it with these inbred power bloodlines? In the last 3 years, they've all been related to each other."

He raised his eyebrows. In theory, Abby was right. Most of the duos they'd come to cross paths with had been legitimate combinations of brothers and sisters. But then again, the entire vampire race was related by a single strain of mutated DNA.

"Well my dear, you'll be hard-pressed to find a set of vampires who aren't linked that way."

She chewed on her bottom lip momentarily in thought and shrugged while pulling a chair closer to his laptop.

"True… So, Whatcha got so far?"

A feral grin spread across his face and Abby couldn't suppress her own excitement. This meant Caulder had something that would definitely remind her of the fun part of the job. A good twenty minutes later King emerged from a foggy bathroom looking clean but still rugged and his face was completely sated. He tied the towel around his waist and immediately stubbed his toe on the transition floor piece outside of the bathroom door.

"God-Fucking-Damnit!"

His ankle was already killing him and now he had to deal with this too…shit! The familiar tone of his sidekick was heard followed by the heavily textured and lilting brogue of the crazy Norwegian drew him towards the center of the Hideout King ambled his way into the kitchen where he noticed Caulder and Abby sitting at the kitchenette behind Caulder's laptop. He hobbled up behind Abby and squeezed her shoulders lightly.

"Honey! Did you miss me while I was gone?"

Stray droplets of water fell from his body onto hers causing an unwelcome, cold shiver to course through her. Her hand came up and brushed off his hands. Abby barely gave a look in his direction, taking another sip of her green tea and replied dryly.

"No."

King shoulders drooped dramatically with deflated pride. He synched the towel tighter around his waist and clear his throat.

"Ouch Sparky…But I was gone long enough."

Caulder looked up and smirked.

"Not nearly long enough…"

"Alright! Enough with the frigid shoulders before my dick falls off from frostbite…"

Abby couldn't help but smile slightly and reply to that setup.

"If your dick falls off, frostbite is going to be the last reason…Herpes however…"

King rolled his shoulders back and growled.

Nice Whistler…nice. High five…"

Tired of standing there in a towel, being reasonably ignored, and curious; he walked over and glanced at the computer. Nudging his head on the crook of Abby's shoulder, he studied the screen.

"What could possibly have the two of you so engrossed? Caulder's porn collection isn't that impressive. Trust me, I've looked."

Abby batted his face away and tossed him a serious look.

"Apparently that hit we took out tonight ruffled a lot of undead but elite feathers. Rumors have spread of our small victory and a larger defense group has formed to seek revenge."

This got King's full attention. He was hoping that the battle tonight would cause something like this. He was dying for things to pick up again.

"So, to whom do we owe this displeasure?"

Caulder handed King a print out of a bio sheet complete with pictures. He took it and lifted an eyebrow. Abby watched as his lip curled sarcastically and she wondered for a moment if he knew who the two men were.

"Ahh… Frick and Frack huh? I was wondering when these two shits would come out of the closet."

Abby's suspensions were confirmed. Suddenly she felt guilty for keeping such a big secret from him. Especially if he was already aware of what they were about to get themselves into.

"So you do know them?"

"Oh yeah. If there was ever a royal succession in the vampire covens, these two are next in line. I'm sure they've been dying to get their chance at a Nightstalkers' slumber party since good ol' Dan and Ash won their one way, all expense paid trip to the seventh circle of hell. They should feel right at home about now. So when do we move?"

For the first time that evening, Dash had emerged from his security bunker to mingle with his partners. His gravelly voice cut through the air, answering King's question.

"Three days… In the meantime, I have to go hotwire a new whip. Any preferences?"

Abby piped up.

"An Escalade would be nice."

"Done…hit me up if you need me."

He pulled a pair of pliers from his cargo pockets and smoothly made his exit out of the kitchen. Abigail's eyes lingered on the doorway until she turned and met King's gaze.

"Why can't you be that cool?"

King held an indignant pose and scowled at her.

"What are you talking about? I'll have you know, I am that cool."

Abby stifled a giggle against the back of her hand.

"Is that right? Then I'd be worried if I were you. Wouldn't want your dick to fall off or anything…That would be a deprivation 85 of the female population and 15 of the males wouldn't be able to live without."

Caulder and Abigail both busted out laughing. King flicked them both off and turned to limp out of the kitchen, dejected…still clad in a towel