Seven Years Later

Kelly POV

I look across the workbench, where I'm drawing out a new knife pattern, with a list of requirements that Blade has for all his vampire-hunting weapons, to Papa Whistler. He's frowning at something in the newspaper, and I can only see that the headline says something about a CEO gone missing. Strange.

Blade's black car pulls into the warehouse carefully as the sun rises, and I can see a woman slumped in the backseat, blood on her neck… from two punctures. I already know what Blade wants to do, and go to where we keep the garlic solutions, grabbing a syringe on my way there. I manage to find the strongest concentration of the garlic Papa had me cook up last week, which I usually put into a polish for the sharper weapons, or fill the hollow-points with when we're short on silver nitrate.

"She's been bitten?!" Papa rages, throwing down the newspaper. "Why in the hell did you bring her back here?!"

"She can be treated. Only bitten less than two hours ago, we can still do something," Blade informs him calmly, before I can almost feel his eyes on my back. "Got the garlic yet, Kelly?"

"Yup!" I call, filling the syringe as I walk back. "How strong a dose?" I ask, walking slowly to watch how much garlic I draw out. He stays quiet, and I wince. "Half the syringe then," I mutter, walking faster as I remove the needle from the vial.

He takes it quickly from me, before gesturing to my abandoned MP3 by my sketchbook. "This may not be pleasant to listen to," he murmurs.

I glance at the shivering woman on the table, her light brown skin covered in sweat as the venom races through her veins. I can only imagine how painful it has to be for her. I then really, really hope she makes it, seeing that she's a doctor, and has to have been dragged into it while on duty, treating innocents. "I'll be in my room," I mutter, grabbing the notebooks I've been using to design his new weapons, and ones waiting for his approval. "Come and look at these after?" I ask hopefully.

He grants me a rare half smile. "I'll be there shortly."

I run up the stairs as fast as I can, pressing the play button on the cheap device quickly so I don't have to listen to what I know will be a very painful process happening downstairs. I step into my room, closing the door and sighing, before moving to flop onto my bed, books in hand. I pull out my pencil, and begin sketching again, now adding etchings that could hold dried garlic concentrate, and maybe silver dust if Blade chooses.

I don't know how long I sketch for, but the next thing I know, someone is shaking my shoulder. I blink my eyes open, and realize I must have nodded off at some point while I was drawing. I yank out the earbuds to hear the resident Daywalker chuckling as I sit up. I grumble at him for it, rubbing my eyes slightly.

"Have a nice nap there, kid?" he asks with smirk.

I just give him a look as I grab the open sketchbook next to him. "Didn't even realize I nodded off. I didn't really get much sleep last night," I admit to him. I flip through the pages of drawings of weapons and their respective notes. "I remember you glaring at your knife last week, and I thought that you might want to think of trying to replace it soon. Maybe this one," I explain, finding the page I want.

The blade is slightly curved, like the boomerang-knife he loves throwing around, but more like a mini-samurai sword. The handle is different though, with a hand-guard that turns into something like brass-knuckles, but made out of silver and can be lined with silver nitrate or garlic. I even thought of how he likes giving the vampires little surprises, so I wrote out a note to keep the handle hollow for future additions, like cartridges that can be used to coat the blade in a solution toxic to vampires, or even into a double ended weapon.

He whistles at the notes and the design. "How long you been working on this one for?" he asks, taking off his sunglasses.

I shrug. "Thought of it a couple months ago and wrote out the notes for it, but I didn't start drawing it until a couple weeks ago." I look down at the page he continues to inspect. "Do you like it, Blade?"

He reaches over to ruffle my hair. "I think I'll take it up with Whistler. I'm sure he'll get the things together for it."

I smile brightly, before I take in the silence from downstairs. "Is she still here?"

"Yeah. The garlic worked, as far as we can tell," he informs me, but he's still frowning. "Her name is Karen Jensen, a doctor. She was looking at Quinn's crispy body when she and a coworker were attacked. She was the only one with a chance to survive, and still be of use."

"Cool. When can I meet her?"

"After you get back downstairs. She's going to wake up sometime soon," he informs me, getting up and quickly moving to the door. "It's already noon."

I sigh as I get up, tucking the pencil into the book to mark my page before I stretch, standing to leave right on his heels. "Well, so long as she doesn't try to drain me, I think I'll offer her lunch too."

"What about me, Twinkle Toes?!" Papa yells up at me.

I snicker lightly. "Didn't realize you liked my cookin', Papa!" I yell back.

"Get down here Blade, take a run out to the shop," he orders my favorite Daywalker, before giving me a hard stare. "You waitin' on a formal invitation? Hurry up!"

I just shake my head and slide down the railing down to the floor, running off to the small oven we rigged to work well enough. "What you wanna eat?"

"Pasta!" he shouts as he starts welding something again.

Blade hops back into his car as I go into the trunk for the box of pasta and other ingredients. "Tomato or alfredo?"

"Tomato!" he shouts, before coughing as he lights another cigarette.

I pick up the bunch of tomatoes still on the vine, peppers, garlic, beef, basil, and grab one of our only two kitchen knives, one of their presents to me for Christmas three years ago when I discovered how much I love cooking. I pull the cutting board out of the oven, and set to work, dicing up the tomatoes and peppers in no time, heating up a small pot of water for the noodles.

I lose track of time as I stir the ingredients together, making the spaghetti sauce, and drain the pasta and cool it with fresh water. When I look up at a clock, I see that Blade is already back, wincing at the after-effects of the serum. A gasp makes me turn around, and I see the woman standing in the doorway to Papa's room, staring down at us.

I wave at her. "Come on, food's almost done," I call, and the guys look upstairs at her in surprise.

She walks down slowly, making her way to me carefully. "Who are you people? Where am I?"

I roll my eyes at her. "One thing at a time. Pass me those plates please?" I ask, giving the sauce another stir as I turn off the heat.

She picks up the plates and offers them to me carefully one at a time, and only notices then that there are four plates. "Have you been watching me?" she asks suspiciously.

I turn to look at her with a glare. "No, but if you don't want anything to eat then that's fine with me."

She clams up and offers me the last plate, taking the three full plates to the small table, laying them out and taking a seat as Blade and Papa Whistler join her.

"So, how are you feeling?" Papa asks her after a little while of eating in silence.

He grip tightens on her fork. "Tired, confused," she admits. "What happened?"

"An acquaintance of ours I came to finish off, but he got away again," Blade answers stiffly. "He's a vampire I've been after for a long time now."

"Vampires?" she asks, looking at us like we're crazy.

I shift a little, remembering flashes of the fire. "Vampires killed my parents and made my brother a familiar when I was little, and set the house on fire when they couldn't find me inside. Papa and Blade saved me."

She stares at me, eyes softening. "I'm sorry," she offers quietly.

So, I know it's been forever since I last looked at this, so... sorry about that.

I want to keep this similar to the original story, so I'm not gonna pick the story apart with every chapter. I'm just altering a few things here and there, but the deviation won't really show until the end of the first movie, and won't be too much different throughout the second except a few details. The third movie is when Kelly is going to shine, minor spoiler alert.

So, basically, there are gonna be a bunch of random time skips. Please don't complain if you haven't watched the movies, because my theory on fanfiction is that it shouldn't always change the entire story, and should keep some of the original plot intact until all of the little pieces have added up enough to change the ending.

No idea if that made any sense, but it made a lot of sense in my head.

I don't own the Blade Trilogy