She was swimming through dark water, that seemed too thick, too dark, even if it was night. She run her fingertips through it and held it close to her face. Just looking at it, she couldn't tell if it was water or not, but it slowly dribbled down her fingers, slower than it would if it was water. She looked around her, breathing a bit heavier.

As the clouds moved away from the moon, the liquid on her bare arms became colored. A low sound came from deep in her throat when she realized it was blood. But the sound she made wasn't from fear, it was from hunger. She needed the blood, needed it like she needed air. She dove underneath the water, swallowing as much as she could before she came up, sputtering, coughing and moaning all at the same time.

It tasted like the finest wine as it slid down her throat and she closed her eyes, her lips parted as she made a sound of complete ecstasy.

Someone was wading towards her in the water and she lazily tilted her head forward, looking at the person. It was definitely a man, but the moon was covered by clouds again and he was shadowed. "Devi. My beautiful granddaughter. Come to me. Give me some of your life, and I shall reward you."

For some reason, she had to move to him, had to go to the man. She didn't recognize which one of her grandfathers it was, but when she got close, she saw the young face of her grandfather Frost, who had died before she was born, long before. She recognized his face from pictures her father had shown her.

He took her hand and kissed her cheek softly. "Give me some of your life, Devi.."

"How?" She stammered out.

"Be quiet, and oh so still." He said, his voice rolling out, sounding like the purr of a cat almost. She nodded and he buried his face against her neck, biting down as hard as he could before driving a knife into her heart.

She awoke, screaming, and sat up quickly, clutching at her chest, half expecting it to be bleeding, and began breathing heavily. She looked around her and gasped. The man who had rescued her was sitting in a chair next to bed she was lying on. He gave her a slight nod and she started at him with wide eyes. "What- -who- -where am I?"

"That was a lot of questions. Which would you like me to answer first?" The man said, in a smooth, rolling voice. He steepled his fingers, leaning back and smiling at her slightly.

"Who are you?" She asked, quite shakily, her eyes wide. She run her hands along her arms, trying to warm herself up.

"Blade. Who are you?" He handed up a blanket after he answered her and she wrapped it around herself.

"Devi." She decided to leave out her last name, since he hadn't given his. "Where am I?"

"Headquarters. Not for long, but we live with it for now." He leaned forward slightly, and she became aware he was only wearing a pair of leather pants and a very strange looking vest.

"What happened?"

"You were attacked, I saved you. But the odd thing is, well, you healed every bite. I'm gonna ask you a question now, okay?"

She only nodded in response.

"Are you a vampire?"

"A vampire?" She smiled at him. "They're real?"

He didn't smile back, and hers slowly wilted on the edges, fading into a frown. "They're very real. They're growing in numbers, expanding immensely all of a sudden and I wonder if - " He shook his head, deciding not to tell her about Deacon Frost. Must not worry the mysterious girl. "I believe that you may be something else then, something, well, supernatural. Is there anything special you can do, something you'd never tell anyone, maybe out of fear of them rejecting you, maybe calling you a freak?"

She shook her head. "No, although, the men who attacked me, well- -" She again, shook her head. "They said some weird things to me."

"Such as?"

"That they needed my blood, to make, as silly as this sounds, to make my dead grandfather whole and complete again, but I, he died before I was born."

"What was your grandfather's name?"

"Deacon Frost. He was my father's d- - -"

Blade cut her off. "Deacon Frost?!?"

"Yes, that was his name, why do you ask, he's dead and I- - -"

Again, he cut her off. "He was a vampire, and I killed him. But if he's back and shit! La Magra!" He swept out of the room, shutting the door behind him. She rose an eyebrow, then sighed.

"Fine. I'll just stay here. That works."

(I know, crappy ending! Just, well, blah on you! That's right, I went there.)