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: Okay guys, we're almost at the conclusion of this piece! This chapter has lots of… well, I don't want to spoil it for you! but grab a tissue now!

Chapter V

King and Abigail sat, handcuffed, in the rear of the police car silently. Abigail's head began to lull to the side and her clothes soon became dowsed in a thin layer of perspiration as she tried to fight the Hunger that was rising inside her body. The police officer who had arrested them for drag racing down the street kept chancing glances in his rear view mirror at the girl in the back seat who looked like she was fading away.

His worried glances increased and his eyes flickered continually in the mirror, hoping that the couple of teenagers in his custody hadn't shot up before he picked them up. If one of them died in his car…

"Hey, you!" he called to her. "Stop playing around and sit still!"

"Hey, dumbass, she's not playing around!" King answered in her defense. "Can't you see this girl is really sick? Pull-over and help her out!"

"No way am I pulling over! Do I look stupid to you?"

King held his tongue but a quizzical look graced his face.

"King…" Abigail called dazedly in a lost whisper.

"Come on buddy, help her out! She's fucking dying back here!"

Officer Russell stared into the mirror as the girl's skin paled to a deathly bluish hue and her eyes lost all of their luster. She looked dead. But she was still moving; like an undead specter of a woman long lost to this world.

"What the f-"

The car swerved and lurched to the side as Russell lost control of the wheel. He tried to look at the road ahead but couldn't tear his eyes away from the beautiful death angel in the car.

Damn, he knew he shouldn't have taken this late night beat.

He slammed the brakes hard and the car came to a screeching halt on the side of the empty street. Opening his door with his uncoordinated hands, he raced around to Abigail's side of the car and opened the door. Her skin was cold. Had she died in the back of his car? Had he really stopped them from getting to the hospital?

Then her eyes flashed open in an instant and she cannoned her body out of the car and into Russell's gut. All of the air in his lungs was forced out of his body with the impact of her shoulder against his chest. The two of them fell to the floor in an ungraceful heap of twisted limbs. Recovering from the initial shock, Russell tried to get to his feet and pull his pistol from its holster. Before his fingers could even touch the hilt of the gun, his chin connected with Hannibal's boot. Hannibal had jumped out of Abigail's door and now stood over the unconscious policeman.

"Damn, I'm getting good at that,"

"Good at what?" Abigail asked as she struggled against the handcuffs that bound her wrists.

"Knocking people out,"

"Oh yeah, speaking of which… you know you are going to pay for that, right?"

"Uh-oh,"

Her handcuffs broke away from her wrists and she rubbed the area where they had chaffed her skin. She moved over to King and began working on his bindings.

"Yeah, I am fully intending to take you out to dinner or something,"

"You could treat me to dinner right now," her hands stopped working on releasing his hands as the obvious benefit of keeping them bound dawned on her. Her hands moved up his back and around his neck and shoulders. She breathed hotly on his neck and sent shivers down his spine.

"Not this again," King rolled his eyes. "Abigail, come on, were so close to the Honeycomb! Sommerfield can cure you, I know it,"

But she was gone. She couldn't hear him any longer. The Thirst that she had managed to subdue for the past hour or so had broken free of her carefully constructed restraints and now washed through her being like a flood. The very smell of King's blood enticed her. The sound of his rapidly beating heart drowned out all other sounds. She could see his veins being pumped with the crimson life-force. She could almost feel it running down her throat and across her tongue… his salty skin on her lips.

Her mouth began to water and saliva cascaded down her fangs.

God damn it…

King gave up.

He knew she couldn't fight it any longer. No one could withstand the Thirst for very long and Abigail had already pushed the limits. Even someone as strong as she was…

She was lost to him.

So he closed his eyes and gave himself to her.

Without her, he would have been dead a long time ago.

With him, she could have a chance at existence.

…To him, it wasn't a matter of right or wrong. It wasn't so much a decision as fact – something that had no argument against it…

His heart already belonged to her. And with a tear, he resolved to let her have it. All of it.

He looked into her bloodlusted eyes and tried to find his Abigail there. She was there, of course, trapped beneath the curse. He found that sparkle that he loved about her eyes and held on to it like a plank in a white squall.

I'm yours… forever

He launched himself at her lips and kissed her then, passionately, and without reserve, tasting her and memorizing her and loving her. He wanted to run his hands through her hair and down her sides but he remained handcuffed and so settled for only her lips… those lips he had dreamed about were as soft and inviting as he had imagined.

Startled at first, Abigail now threw herself into the passion of the moment. She licked and touched and tasted him. Then her action became rough and wanton. She drew her tongue across his cheek and down his neck. She sucked at the pulsating point on his throat and left a red mark of desire to claim him as hers.

"Tell me, Whistler," she coaxed. "Have you had him? Have you really tasted him? Have you felt him on your lips? Beneath your fingertips? His body trembling under yours?"

Danica's words returned to her in that moment as she felt King's body under her and in her control.

I want to… I need to have him…

Her incisors grazed across the warm flesh at his throat and drove her insane with need.

"I love you, Abby," King whispered. His face contorted with silent pain as she pierced the flesh of his neck and drank hungrily from the fountain of blood she found there. Slowly, she savored every drop as it flooded her senses and sent them into overload.

King winced again as he felt his heart trip. Again. And again.

He felt himself going. Felt himself leaving this world and losing consciousness. He tried to hold on… hold on to her, with all his strength.

But she let him go. She dropped his drained figure to the ground in a heap of useless flesh as she clutched her head and growled lowly in the darkness.

"What…?" images flooded her demonically possessed mind and she couldn't stop the thoughts and feelings from racing through her. She wanted to roar with pain as humanity seeped it's way into her consciousness and threatened her spirit.

Hannibal.

She could feel his blood mingling with her own. She could feel the painful tango the two fluids were doing through her body and she wanted nothing more than to rip at herself and let it all flow out from her.

She could feel him. She could feel him, but not like how Danica felt him. She could feel everything about him. His thoughts, his memories, his feelings, his fears… everything. He was a part of her.

She cried out then, long and painfully at what she saw.

He feared for her. He cared about her. He only thought about her. He loved her.

He sacrificed himself for her.

She was on her knees then, cradling his limp figure in her arms and calling his name.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry… Hannibal, please, don't leave me…"

Her trembling hand brushed lightly across his cheek in a soft, restrained caress. It traveled down his sweat-laced face to the twin wounds in the side of his neck. She closed her eyes tightly to avoid looking at the crimson stains on her fingertips. Stifling her desire to release her pain in a river of tears, she inhaled deeply and struggled to stop the tremors that racked her body.

A hand took hers and held it firmly, reassuringly, sharing the blood, sharing the pain, but absorbing the fear. She opened her eyes to meet his crystalline orbs and strained smile. He grinned that charming grin to hide his own anguish and squeezed her hand tighter, sending a silent message they both understood.

"No," she stated in disbelief. "This isn't how it ends. I can't be… no,"

"Hey… don't cry," he said softly.

He reached up and wiped away a tear with the backside of his hand and smiled again.

"No… why did you…?"

"Hey, none of that 'why did you do it' bullshit because if you really don't know… then neither do I,"

She pulled his body into a tight embrace and buried her tear stained face onto his shoulder. Raising herself to meet his eyes, she planted soft kisses onto his lips, which become more desperate each second as she sensed him slipping further away.

"It's not fair. I'm so sorry," she said before adding another kiss. "I… I love you so much," she finally admits aloud not bothering to restrain the tears that fall unabashedly down her reddened cheeks.

"I know," he said simply. "I love you, too,"

His eyes lulled to the back of his head and he struggled to keep consciousness.

"Don't leave me…" she called to him. "Damn you King, don't leave me here,"

His eyes close and his hold on her hand becomes limp. She draws and holds a breath, hoping against hope that he wouldn't leave her. He doesn't answer her as she calls his name, fervently.

"King…"

A/N: Anyone want one more chapter? Let me know how badly…