Pre-Blade: Trinity
AbbyxKing
Disclaimer: I do not own the Blade franchise or characters associated with the films and/or comics, all rights belong to New Line Cinema and other copyright holders respectfully. I do not own other films, characters, or products to which I may make reference or allusions.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews from everyone! I'm so glad that Abby/King fans, like me, are enjoying this story so far! Well, grab a snack, kick back, and buckle up… this is going to be a hell of a ride.
Chapter IV"Okay, okay, okay," King tried to arrange his thought process into some logical form of organization. "Step one, breathe. Step two, call Sommer. Step three, get Abigail restrained and into the truck. Step four, get back to the Honeycomb and proceed to intake massive amount of debilitating liquor then breathe again…"
Behind him, the shadowy figure loomed closer, clinging to the darkness like a security blanket. She moved silently as she seemed to glide, rather than step, across the floor. Soon she was just behind him, holding her breath so as not to disturb the tiny hairs which graced the back of his neck. She leaned in, feeling the heat radiating from his body and relishing in it. She opened her mouth slightly.
Then he felt it – that nagging feeling that you are being watched or worse yet, being stalked. He turned in her direction and jumped backwards as she leaned towards him, promptly falling on the floor, hard.
She returned to her position perched on top of him instantly.
"Hm…" she purred. "Déjà vu?"
"Yeah, right. Abby, if you're still there, anywhere, you have to fight it Abby! Fight it!"
Unmoved, the girl who was naught but a shadow of her former self, continued her slow descent on her prey.
"Damn it, Abby!"
Then her eyes regained a little bit of their former sparkle as she returned to the world of the living, if only for a moment.
"King?"
He smiled, then started laughing hysterically.
"Yes! Abby!"
"What are we doing here? On the floor?"
"Well, you just sort of fell on me about five minutes ago and we've been down here ever since. If you had just told me how badly you wanted me, you wouldn't have had to attack me to get me on my back," he couldn't resist the opportunity for a joke no matter the severity of the situation. "Personally, I kind of prefer the bed, myself. Just old-fashioned that way,"
"What? I don't remember us…"
"Well, seeing as how you're not trying to eat me like a Christmas ham anymore… I guess we need to talk."
She released him from his prison pinned underneath her lithe frame and they both sat on the edge of the bed. He couldn't look at her. He couldn't meet her gaze. How could he tell her than Danica was using her to exact revenge from him?
How could he tell her that she was his only weakness?
"Abby…" he began as he scratched the back of his head, willing more words to come. "What do you remember?"
"Danica… she… bit me."
"Yeah, that's about the whole story right there,"
Her hands flew to her neck to search for the telltale signs of the vampire's bite, but found nothing. She looked back to Hannibal for an explanation. He exhaled slowly and shrugged his shoulders.
"She's using you, Abby," he confessed slowly. "She's using you to get to me,"
"Then, I'm," the reality and severity of their situation finally set in as she struggled to compute the facts and the effects. "Oh, God."
"Look, all we have to do is get back to the Honeycomb then Sommerfield will whip up some grape-flavored goo that will have you right back to normal, okay?"
"I don't think it's going to be that simple, Hannibal…"
"What? Why not?"
"Because I can feel it inside me…"
"What?"
"The Thirst. Their cursed blood. My…curse," she whispered to the night. "It just feels like everything around me is a dream except… you. I can't fight it anymore,"
She turned to look at him, the Thirst clouding her vision and heightening her senses. She could see the veins in his body and hear the lifeblood pounding through them each second. Each palpitation of his strong heart was a million deaths for her.
"King…" she called in her dreamlike state of hunger. She reached out her hand and grasped his. He recoiled from the contact but she held fast to his wrist. Then, she put the pistol in his hand and held it to her chest.
"Please," she begged him as she attempted to hold back the tears that threatened to overwhelm her. "Just do it, now."
"What? No! No way in hell,"
"Please, I can't stand it any longer," she told him softly. "I know that I have to feed soon. I won't take someone else's life for mine. I won't King. I just… can't."
"Just calm down, Abby. We'll fix this and…"
"Damn it, King! I'm asking you a fucking favor! Do it for me,"
"No!"
"Now!"
"No!"
"Please!"
"No!"
The sound of the gunshot echoed through the silence that encompassed the small hotel, even though it was muffled by the soft, absorbent object the bullet had buried itself into.
King's hands shook and trembled but his face remained hard and impassive.
"No way, Abigail. They are not going to win. Not that easily. You are not going to die to save any one, least of all me. It's my fault that you're involved in this and we are going to find a way out of it, understand?"
She nodded her head slightly as she stared at the huge crater in the mattress.
"Now, let's get in the car before anyone wonders what the couple in room 113 were up to. They may come asking when the baby is due…"
In the Land Cruiser, they sat in silence, neither willing to own up to the fact that one, or both, of them may have to die.
Surprisingly, Abigail's transformation had gone rather smoothly in comparison to that of other bitten vampires. She hadn't had to be restrained, she hadn't gone mad with the Thirst, she hadn't tried to escape or started writhing with pain – all of which had comprised King's own turning. King chalked it up to the small dose of the vampire virus given her and the large amount of the cure in her bloodstream. Still, he knew she was hurting. She would never tell him so, though.
Abigail Whistler was a closed book to everyone. She was a mystery; a female fog bank. But King had never minded, he had his share of secrets too. He knew when to inquire and when to leave well enough alone.
The truck pulled to a smooth stop at the red light on Potter Street and another, sleek styled Mustang convertible came to a stop parallel to them. Hard core Metal music streamed from the amped up speakers and a trio of punk-ish young men sat in the car rocking out to the sounds. They looked over at Abigail as she held her throbbing head in her hands and one, feeling more brazen than usual, began making obscene cat-calls and lip-smacking sounds.
"Hey, baby, wanna play?"
"Yeah, we got plenty of room for one more…"
King ignored their obnoxious calls and hooting and focused on the changing street light in front of them.
"Ignoring us? Fine. Fuck you,"
Hannibal couldn't take it any longer. He crossed Abigail's lap and retorted out the window,
"Anytime, pretty boy," then winked and returned to his seat, hoping his sarcasm would dissuade any further comments from the teens.
The light changed and Hannibal sped across the intersection, but the red Mustang ran right alongside their SUV. King picked up speed hoping they lost interest or he would lose them. He knew just how fast his baby could go. Just because Hedges was an unlaid super-geek didn't mean he didn't learn something from watching "The Fast and the Furious" over and over with King and Dex.
But the other car stayed parallel.
"What the hell?"
The boys opposite them laughed and whooped then flipped King the bird and King caught a glimpse of something else – Danica's name written in vampire script at the base of the kid's middle finger. The driver bared his fangs as the one sitting in the back seat took a flying, Daredevil leap onto the roof of the truck. He landed with a thump of stone-cold flesh on aluminum.
King swerved to the side and tried to stay on the road as the vampire proceeded to pound on the reinforced roof and it began indenting downwards on his head. The car smashed the side of the truck and the other two vampires continued laughing hysterically as the Land Cruiser skidded along the road.
Abigail looked on in horror as a huge semi backed out of an alleyway right into their path.
"Hannibal!"
"Shit!"
He swerved and narrowly missed the truck but the vampire's vehicle was not so fortunate. It crashed and exploded into a tower of flame, instantly incinerating the jokester vampires inside. A hand pushed through the last layer of metal on the roof and began groping for the flesh of Hannibal's neck. Abigail acted quickly and broke the wrist of the brazen vampire fledgling. Unfortunately, she miscalculated her new strength and tore the hand from the rest of the limb eliciting a cry from the vampire and caused a surge of blood to come cascading from the ceiling.
"Holy -" King was unable to complete his curse as blood poured into his lap and his hair. "And I just got that shampooed!"
"The car? Or your hair?"
The vampire released his hold on the truck slid down to the hood. In an infuriated gesture, he punctured the hood, causing sparks to fly, and disappeared underneath the truck. The SUV skidded to a halt.
"Shut up…"
Sirens blared behind him.
"Hannibal, we have to go, now!"
"I know. I know!" he turned the ignition but only the raspy sounds of the engine attempting to start could be heard.
"King!"
"I'm trying, damn it!"
"Oh, shit,"
"Excuse me there, Speed Racer, but you were going a little fast down that street don't you think?"
"Yes, I realize that officer and I promise not to do it ever again, but do you think that you could let us off this once? You see, my wife is having a baby…"
"A baby?" the officer glanced at Abigail's washboard stomach and raised an eyebrow. Then he took in the rest of the scene – the tattered clothing, the blood on the seats and on King's pants and body, the pistol resting on his side…
"Uh… its not what it looks like?" King attempted, weakly.
"Well, what have you kids been up to?" he asked, rhetorically as he unholstered his gun and leveled it through the window.
A/N: Ah… poor King. He's so funny. But 'a baby'? Come on! Abby should have hit him for that one! Okay, reviews loved and needed. All constructive criticism is welcome. Or just let me know what you think about the story so far. Thanks!