Disclaimer: Blade and all characters from the movies do not belong to me. They followed me home. Can I keep them if I take really, really good care of them?

I am sorry that this took so long to post, but I was having some problems with the plot. I therefore had to write the next few chapters after this one all in a row to make sure the storyline would work.

AN: I kind of realised that Frost hasn't really been doing things that are characteristic of his personality. Hmm. How to fix this?

Changes

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It had been an hour since Frost had let Caitlyn go. He was still at the same town, sitting on the roof of his van. He was soaking up the sunlight, with a relaxed and contented smile on his face. He glanced up every few minutes, hoping that Caitlyn would take him up on his offer of a ride, though he didn't think she was around anymore, and wasn't bothered enough to make sure.

He stretched lazily, then sat up and ran a hand through his hair. He put his nose in the air, breathed in deeply, and licked his lips. He was hungry. He hopped down off the van and walked into the town, his boots scuffing on the dusty ground. He jiggled the keys in his hands as he pushed through a glass door leading into a diner. He couldn't believe he was actually craving a hamburger.

He remembered his promise to Caitlyn about not attacking humans – and decided to keep it for the time being – so he waited patiently in the line for the nice-looking old lady at the counter, rather than pushing everyone aside and just taking what he wanted.

He got his order, sat down, and took his first bite of real food in decades. It wasn't that vampires couldn't eat, just that there was no point, no inclination to. But what had once been tasteless to him was now delicious. He savoured the flavour of it with every bite, even finding the grease on the meat to his liking.

While he sat there he wondered whether Blade ever ate just for the fun of it. It also occurred to him that if Caitlyn didn't talk to him first then Blade would certainly try to exterminate him on sight. Hell, he might do it anyway. After all, he was responsible for the death of Blade's mother. What was it that she had called her son? Eric? His thoughts kept wandering as he finished off the burger and licked his fingers clean.

He looked around the diner, taking notice of the other customers. A few old timers, a young couple and a few families were seated around the table. He fleetingly gave the young redhead an appraising glance, and then continued looking around the room. He preferred feeding from women, but what he had said to Caitlyn was true. He didn't need to feed for the time being, especially because of that pick-me-up he'd taken from her arm while she was unconscious.

He wished he could have done more while she was out of it, but he needed her cooperation. It was why he hadn't pushed it when she'd refused to join him in the van. He didn't like it though, as he was used to just doing whatever he wanted. It burned him that he couldn't have her. No matter what she'd almost done with him, he knew she didn't fully trust him. She was right not to. He'd have her if he didn't need her, whether she wanted it or not.

He remembered his other girl, the blonde one that Karen Jenson had killed. She was cute, she was a fanatic about the cause, and best of all, she was willing to do anything for him. But he found that he didn't miss her much. Whatever he did, she just went along with it, and while it was nice to get what you wanted all the time, it became predictable. She didn't have an original thought in her brain. He knew he would have gotten bored with her eventually.

Caitlyn was something else. She may have been mostly human, but he didn't consider her to be anything like those pathetic blood-bags she protected. She was fiery, and tough. She could easily fit in with their world if she wanted to, and yet she was above it somehow. He stopped for a moment, and considered his last thought. He'd always thought of vampires as the superior race, but now it seemed like Daywalkers were at the top of the chain. And now he was one of them. He wondered how long it would last.

As La Magra, he'd felt invincible, unbeatable and stronger than ever, ready to destroy the world of men. But he hadn't been unbeatable, of course. Blade had killed him. But now, a creature of the same strength as a vampire and walking in the light, he felt a different kind of confidence in his abilities. Like this was how he should be, and even other vampires were now beneath him because he was not confined to their thirsts. He may have thirsted after Caitlyn, but that was lust and possessiveness. Nothing was vital to his survival any more; not blood, and not darkness. And because of that he started feeling less obsessive about humans, who were formerly his prey. They were still beneath him, but now he didn't really care if he destroyed them or not.