Blade packed up all of his materials, getting ready to go out for the hunt, just like he did every night. He stood in front of the cold, metal table, staring down at his fuzzy reflection. He frowned slightly and lifted his head to see Devi standing in front of him with a concerned look on her face.

"Something is wrong." She spoke quickly, bluntly, and he raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" He asked, leaning forward against the table, watching her with a weary eye.

"I don't know, but something is wrong…I had another dream, I can't quite remember it…but…I…well, something is wrong."

"What was the dream about, you can't remember at all?"

She nodded. "It faded away too fast, I got distracted right when I woke up and now I can't remember."

He frowned again and she sighed softly. "I'm sorry, but something is really wrong. I don't think you should go hunting tonight."

"What do you mean, not go hunting? Tonight is a big night, it's Friday. Innocent teenage girls go out on Friday, and they're the biggest target of all." He said and she sighed again.

"I just really think you shouldn't go." She replied softly and he let out an exasperated sigh.

"Listen, Devi. I have to go out tonight; I go out hunting every Friday and Saturday, every night, almost. I save lives, every night. What if something big was to happen, thousands of people died, and I stayed home, because you told me too? I'm sorry, girl, but we're just not that close yet."

"But Blade, I"

He cut her off. "No! I am going out tonight and that is final. You are to stay inside, and not to argue with me anymore. Do you understand me?"

She frowned and stared at him. "You're not my father. You can't speak to me that way."

He growled, and grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. "I'm leaving. Goodbye Devi, see you later tonight. Whistler can keep you company." He motioned upwards to the cat walk, where Whistler stood, watching them with a raised eyebrow.

Blade quickly stalked out of the "headquarters" leaving Devi standing in the middle of the room. She looked up at Whistler. "Is he always like that?"

Whistler spoke, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "What? An asshole?"

She smirked slightly and nodded. "That, yes…and stubborn. Is he always that stubborn?"

"Has been ever since I've known him." He smiled warmly at her and she watched him as he continued to speak. "Listen, kid. How about we play a game of cards or something, get your mind off of whatever it's on."

She smiled. "That would be nice."

He limped down off the catwalk, and moved over to the table. He pulled up chairs for the both of them, and sat down in one across from her. He grabbed a deck of cards from his pocket and began to shuffle it as she sat down.

"What game are we playing?" She asked with a small smile and he shrugged.

"What do you like?"

"I've never played cards before." She said softly and he let out a sound, somewhat between a grunt and chuckle.

"You're kidding, right?"

"No, I've never played cards before."

"Well, I suppose I can teach you, right? Can't be too hard to learn how to play cards." He smiled at her and she smiled back.

Deacon sat on the floor of the old, abandoned building, frowning. "Where the fuck is she?" He growled, standing up quickly. "WHY ISN'T SHE HERE!" He picked up a random piece of wood off the floor and threw it at the wall, watching it shatter into a million pieces. "And again with that fucking NOISE!" He shouted, pounding a hand against his torso repeatedly, as if he could make the sound stop. He stalked the room back and forth, breathing heavily. "Why is this not working the way I planned? Why won't the girl just sneak out and come to me?" He plopped back down on the floor. "I'll give her time, but if she does not come here…I will get her myself."

Devi still sat up at one in the morning, playing cards with Whistler. She had won about a hundred dollars from him playing Texas Hold 'Em, and she was hoping to win more. She placed her bet and stared at him, giving him her best poker face, even if she had never played before. He smiled at her and shook his head.

"Your poker face is terrible kid." He said with a chuckle and she grinned at him.

"Yeah, but do you know if I have a bad hand or a good hand?" She asked him, and he laughed, shaking his head. She liked this. It was like Whistler was her father, almost, and she had never gotten this much attention from her father. Well, besides the fact that Whistler could be her grandfather, of course.

"No, kid, I don't know. So put 'em down." He laid out his cards.

"Two kings, pretty good." She tapped her finger against her lips, mockingly thinking. She then laid down her hand and stuck her tongue out at him. "Ha ha, I have a full house!"

He laughed and pushed the money towards her. "Good job, kid. I'm proud of ya. I taught you how to play Hold 'Em well."

She smiled and stood up, stretching. "Maybe it's time I went to sleep…or just to bed at least."

"And maybe it's time you listen to the orders you are given!" A voice echoed throughout the "headquarters" and Whistler quickly grabbed his shot gun. "Hide, Devi. Get underneath the table, now."

"But Whistler, I can't"

"Do it! I don't want you getting hurt. When I give you the signal, run." He said in a soft voice, looking over at her. She quickly nodded and climbed underneath the table, biting at her lip.

"Whistler…" She whispered and he didn't look down at her, but he did answer.

"What?"

"Who is it, who's there?" She asked, and he frowned, shaking his head slowly.

"I don't know." He answered in a low voice, and then shouted. "Show your face, you fucking coward!"

"How do you know it's not more then one coward again, Whistler?" The voice growled and Whistler frowned.

"Deacon…I thought Blade killed you."

"Me too. But apparently, you can't kill the dead." Deacon answered and laughed. That laugh sent a shudder down Devi's spine. "And honestly, Whistler, do you think putting her underneath a table is going to keep her from me?"

Whistler frowned. "No, but at least she doesn't have to see your ugly face, Deacon."

"And neither do you." Out of the shadows came a dart that stuck into Whistler's neck. A look of surprise came upon his face before he fell back against the floor, completely unconscious, but not dead. Devi screamed and quickly climbed out from underneath the table, scrambling forward along the floor. Deacon made no attempt to stop her. She didn't know her way out; she wasn't going to be going very far…but, then again…

Deacon quickly ran up in front of her, hitting the door before she could. She let out a scream and scrambled backwards. "You're…you're my grandfather Frost…but you're…you're dead, long dead!"

"Am I? Because I'm right here, dearest. And I think it's time for us to go, wouldn't you say?" He said in a soft whisper and she shook her head rapidly.

"No! NO!" She screamed and he reached out, grabbing her arm and yanking her forward.

"Fine then, we'll do it the hard way." He pulled out another one of the darts, quickly stabbing it into her shoulder. He didn't want to mark her neck yet, but he found himself staring at it as she fell limp in his arms.

"Time for the ritual." He said with a large smile, hoisting her over his shoulder and wandering out of the "headquarters."

That's right…I ended it there…with really no advance in the storyline. YES!

"If I don't get tacos, I'll explode! It's happened before….TACOOOOOOO!" –Gir (Sorry, had an urge to write that down, for some odd reason)