(This story is starting to end, last few chapters.)
Blade awoke, the first feeling of pain ripping through his head. His vision was blurry; figures swam in a haze in front of him. He pushed at the ground, hearing splashing. He was on water. He groaned, and saw a reaper right in front of him like a daemon out of hell. Instinctively he went for a gun but the holster was painfully empty. He was chained to the ground. "Don't worry daywalker, we won't kill you yet." Averic appeared out of a sewer hole above him, leaping down and crumbling the concrete. There was still holes in his chest. "Those are some powerful weapons, they actually wounded me." He smiled like the confident bastard he was. He wasn't that cocky when he was getting shot. "Finally the great daywalker is going to die. I believe you have been captive twice." Averic walked forward, water splashing around them both. "Once in the company of the late Deacon Frost and once by Eli Damaskinos. I'm not going to make their mistake. I'm going to take your blood. Then kill you straight after. Personally." A reaper came forward, blood dripping from its jaws. It was holding a syringe, dirty with gore. Blade didn't think, he acted and right now he was straining against his bounds, gritting his teeth in defiance at the reapers.
Gunfire, everyone snapped up to the doorway. A person, a man dressed in black ops gear, ghostly green night vision goggles and a helmet encased his face. "Blade, I'm here to help." The guy said, his Uzis raised and pointing towards Averic. "Do you have any idea what you are dealing with?" Averic asked, licking his lips. With a sudden movement the guy tossed Blade a pistol, then got pulverized into the ground by Averic. His body was literally smushed into goo. But now Blade was armed, one shot, at his chains, he right arm was now free. Sounds of fighting echoed in the tunnels, teams of vampire hunters fighting a losing battle against the reapers. The shrieks of victorious slaughter from unnatural throats throbbed in his ears. He shot the pistol. Headshot, the reaper went down in a shower of sparks. Averic, seeing his comrade explode ducked behind a corner. Blade looked down at his chains. He shot at the chains with the pistol, each snap ringing with freedom. Blade was free, time to get down to business.
He grabbed his weapons, and strode down to where the sounds of fighting were. The fist reaper turned, seeing Blade illuminated in the light, he strode into the open, total warrior. Boom. The reaper exploded where it stood. Blade shucked the shotgun, all eyes on him. Blade fired again, killing another and breaking the silence, the reapers rushed him. Blade dropped the shotgun and pulled out his sword. It glittered menacingly, inviting death. Blade dodged the first blow and sent a doublehanded riposte into the reaper's gut. He pulled out the sword, blocking fists and kicks. One by one he decimated the Reapers as if they were children. The last reaper collapsed onto the ground, bursting into ash as it hit the ground. Blade walked over to a groaning black ops hunter, groaning in pain. "I'm sorry." He whispered, putting on his glasses and reaching for a stake.
Pain, searing agonizing pain ripped through the man's consciousness, he couldn't remember anything, not even his name, or his family, all he could think about was the blinding, gut-wrenching pain. He coughed up blood and the pain cleared. He saw Blade crouching over him. "-Blade?" he coughed again. And then the pain hit him, he could feel his organs stretching, and something growing over his heart, his chin ripping open slightly. "You're going to have to finish me off." He said, barely grinding out the words. But inside he didn't want to die, he wanted to live. The pain cleared, but what replaced was hunger, an all consuming hunger, he wanted to eat, anything. He needed blood. He lunged forward towards the man they were supposed to rescue and felt the stake slam into his heart, breaking through the layer of protective bone covering his heart. The hunger stopped, and he felt an emptiness instead, he tried to move-
Blade watched the Reaper burst into ash; a minute ago he was a normal man and ten he had transformed into something completely different. He grabbed his stake back. He had no regrets and that was why he had survived so long, you couldn't have mercy. Blade stood up, it was time to end this.