Silence echoed throughout the large sparsley decorated bedroom. A large, low to the ground, bed took up one wall, Chinese windows framing it on either side. On either side of the plush, red sheet coverd bed stood too red mahogany bedside tables, also made to fit low to the ground. A small limestone fountain sat on one bedside table, a replicate of a Chinese katana took up residence on the oppsite table.
Other then the bed and the bedside table there were no other furnishing in the room. That was the way he liked it. Blade, dressed in a pair of black ankle length silk pants, pyjama bottoms prosumably, and nothing to cover his tattoo engraved chest. Sitting upon the bench that ran the width of his bed, placed at the foot, he kept his dark hands placed upon his bent knees.
He has been meditating for the past thirty minutes and his mind had only just begun to wonder. Wonder to a time he wished to forget completely, to only bring out int heat of battle, to make him stronger and fiercer.
"Takin' out a human, as far as the rest of the world is concerned your public enemy number one."
He couldn't bring Whistler back, no matter how much he wanted to. He could still hear the old man going on about things that were out of Blade's control. Admittedly he had gotten a little bit lax in the way he handled things, but still how was he supposed to know they would be filming him?
"Congratulatios, you're famous. Somebody nailed us. Faces all over the papers, television. Media's eating it up."
Shaking his head, he pulled himself off the bench and walked over to the table that lined the opposite wall to his bed. Upon it lay the stylised katana that he always hunted with. It was a gorgeous piece of weaponary, with a black tailered handle, inlaid with silver and a special compartment that kept three very sharp, very silver spikes hidden until the weapon was used improperly. He had wounded many a vampyre with that tricky device. Smirking softly he reached a hand out and ran his ebony fingers along the sharpened blade of the katana. It smooth and sharpened to razor fine edge, the silver polished within an inch of its life, reflecting the dark aura of the Daywalker.
Pulling his hand away from the katana he looked over at the door that inclosed his room from the rest of the facility. Abigail and King were back.
Moving to the darkened closet he opened the doors stripping out of his PJ slacks as he went.
"Their getting more bold with their attacks. Its no more mister nice vampyre, kiddies." Hannibal King remarked sarcastically as he watched Blade walk into the room wearing his usual black pants, red shirt, black military vest. The cape however was missing.
"Did you get caught with your pants down again, King?" The Dark Warrior commented as he moved to stand in the middle of the computer station that was housed on a raised platform that overlooked most of the facility.
"Oh my pants-on policy is still in place, thank you very much. But we lost another one. We couldnt get to the vamp until after he had sucked the boy dry." Moving to one of the computers King placed the micro chip from Abigails inhanced bow into the disc drive and opened the video feed. The 19inch screen lit up with the image of the dark alleyway before zooming upwards to the fire escape of the building. The girl was huddle in the corner with the tall vampyre hovering over her. Seconds later King's voice broke through the video, "How about you trip on this!" a released arrow zoomed through the air and struck the vampyre deep in the chest caivty from behind. He vaperised into a cascade of yellow sparks.
Clicking a few buttons King reversed the video and played it agian, listening to his voice, chuckling.
"You have to admit, my one liners do come at the perfect time. Just blessed i guess." He said turning to smirk at Blade who stood behind him, beefy arms crossed over his chest, his expression was not amused. Pausing King turned back to the monitor.
"Anywho," Pausing the feed at a perfect angle to view the vamps face King continued, "this is Julian, another of Danica's Bloody Mary Cabana Boys. He was turned a few years before i was and has been living in the compound with Danica for a little over six years. He is one of the higher chew-toys that Danica has, normally going with her everywhere. Her own little blood bank."
Clicking the keys upon the keyboard quickly he zoomed in on the image, enhancing it so they could see the tattoo that proclaimed him Dainca's on his neck just below his earlobe.
"This is one of her older markings, a mark she gives to only a select few. When i say Julian was one of the hirer chew-toys i mean, he was the JFK of Danica Buddy-buddies. She isnt going to be very happy we dusted him."
"How many such vampyre followers does she have?" Abigail questioned as she too folded her arms across her chest, the bow she faught with slung over her shoulder, crossing her back.
"At last count, i'd guess about, tewnty maybe thirty, depending on how bored she gets with the old ones. This is Danica Talos we're talking about here people, she does not follow vampyre conventions."
"So are you saying we should expect a retaliation attack from Dainca?" Blade voiced.
"Nice of you to join the convo big guy, and yes i would say its a big possiblity. She may even bring our good friend Drake. You know how chummy chummy they are at the moment."
Taking a step towards one of the stainless steel tables laddened with weapons Blade grabbed a box of sun dog bullets and played with them, tossing them from hand to hand before throwing them over his shoulder as he walked away. The box hit King in the chest and dropped into his lap.
"Then you better get prepared as im sure she's on her way."
Shaking his head King opened the box of bullets looking at Abigail. "He really doesnt like me does he"
"No."