A Thousand Years

Pairing: Drake/Hannibal King

Rating: PG13-NC17

Summary: Drake decided to sleep because of a very human feeling: loneliness. Hopefully in the distant future he would find what he always wanted, a mate.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters unfortunately. No copyright infringement is intended. This work of fanfiction is for nothing but pleasure.

Author's Note: I would like to thank Birdy Main and lollotjoff96 for their lovely reviews. Hopefully I can get some more reviews for this story.

Chapter 3

Drake once again found himself staring out the window from his bedroom, basking in the warmth of the sun. This simple action would end the lives of his children today, but it was quickly becoming a hobby of his since his awakening. The city looked different during the day. It was full of activity. Fragile humans going about their day peacefully, knowing that they were safe from most of the horrors of the world.

Drake could feel his beast rumbling beneath his flesh; his strength was returning quickly. It would soon be time to make the first move in this game of chess he and Blade would be playing. During this game would be the perfect time for him to start looking for worthy humans or vampires to serve him. Only those who were worthy would be given the privilege of becoming a true vampire.

Stepping back from the window he glanced over the seven bodies that littered the floor. He would have to get some of the Talos' human guards to get rid of them. The humans the twins kept throwing at him were highly annoying and all around a pitiful attempt of entertaining him. It seemed like he would have to entertain himself until it was time to make his move.

"Blade? Why do we need that over 200 pound bundle of joy?" King asked as he enthusiastically stuffed a poptart in his mouth.

Whistler shook his head at the hyperactive ex-vampire. "My informants have been hearing some rumors of what the Talos clan has been up to and it doesn't sound good."

Hannibal gazed over at Abby with an 'I told you so' look on his face. "So old man, what are tweedle dee, tweedle dum, and their pit bull up to?"

"Dracula." Whistler said ominously, taking in the reactions of the hunters around him. "The rumors say that the Talos twins found the original vampire out in the Syrian Desert."

"So, what you are saying is that we forced the vampires to go crying for Daddy to save them." Hannibal quipped, a smug smile on his face.

Abby deftly smacked the back of Hannibal's head while glaring at him. "Now is not the time King." She hissed before he gaze settled on her father. "Do we know for sure that they resurrected Dracula?"

Whistler shook his head no as tossed an old book at Hedges. "That book is the only accurate account of Dracula's life. I'll leave you to make sense out of it Hedges. There may be no confirmed sighting of Dracula but it is better to be prepared. Now I'm gonna go make contact with Blade and get his stubborn ass back here."

Abby waited until her father was gone before snarling, "I'm going to go workout. Hedges get started on that damn book."

Hannibal watched Hedges stare fearfully at Abby's retreating form. "Don't worry about her Hedges. She's just bitchy because Blade will always be the apple of Daddy's eye."

Sommerfield chuckled at Hannibal's remark. "And you wonder why people are always telling you to be quiet or smacking you upside the head."

Hannibal's eyes widened as he blinked owlishly at Hedges and Sommerfield. "I don't know what you are talking about Doc."

Whistler hobbled into the abandoned warehouse that Blade has made into a temporary base. He stopped abruptly as he felt a cool sharp blade pressing against his throat. "Is this how you greet me after all these years Blade?"

Moving his sword swiftly from Whistler's throat, Blade came out of the shadows. "What are you doing here old man? I thought you were playing babysitter to other human hunters."

Whistler sighed, not looking forward to the impending conversation. "They are actually a very capable bunch Blade. You better get use to the idea of working with them very soon."

Blade sneered at his father figure, "I don't need their help Whistler. They would only slow me down."

"Blade," Whistler implored, "listen to me before you start saying that."

Blade hissed before crossing his arms, "Fine old man. Start talking."
Whistler took a deep breath; thanking whatever God out there that Blade wasn't being too difficult. "I know over time that you could practically wipe out the Talos clan by yourself but if what I heard is true you will need all the help you can get in the upcoming future."

"Whistler what is the point of coming here if all you have to go on is rumors and hearsay?" Blade growled, getting irritated at his mentor.

"Everyone else may think it's not true but I know for sure that the rumors are true. Seeing you was the only confirmation I needed. It's in the air around you Blade. You can feel something calling you; wanting you to bow down and obey some kind of higher being. Isn't that right Blade?"

Blade's jaw clenched painfully at what his mentor was saying to him. "Yes. It's like the thirst but much more manageable. It's like a constant buzzing in the back of my head but I can easily ignore it."

"That call is Dracula's call. Dracula's DNA is in every vampire. The rumor was that the Talos twins woke him up. You feeling that call is the only proof we need." Whistler said, slowly getting through to the stoic man. "You are the only one who can measure up to him Blade. The reason you need help is because even you can't take on Dracula, the Talos clan, and their familiars all at once."

Blade was silent, staring at his mentor from behind his signature sunglasses. He sighed, after he finished contemplating what Whistler had said. "Fine, I'll come but as soon as this Dracula business is over I'm out of there."

"Good." Whistler nodded, "Now get your shit boy and let's get back to base."

Hannibal slowly and silently crept his way to stand behind an oblivious Hedges. With mischief glimmering in his eyes, he placed his mouth beside Hedges' ear. Grinning, he loudly said, "So, what do you got so far Hedgy?" Jumping back swiftly to avoid flailing arms, Hannibal amused himself with the sight of a hyperventilating Hedges.

"Fuck! Don't do that man. You nearly gave me a heart attack." Hedges breathlessly choked out.

"Come on Hedges. It wasn't that scary." Hannibal grinned, highly amused by the scandalized look on Hedges' face. "If you are still scarred for your life tonight, I can come to your room and give you some much needed tender loving care."

"I prefer to be able to sleep tonight King. I don't need you face giving me nightmares tonight." Hedges snapped.

"Hey!" Hannibal cried out, offended. "Plenty of men and women have complimented not only my features but my skills as well."

"Gross King, that is just disgusting." Hedges said looking highly disturbed and sickly at the same time.

"Fine, to each their own." Hannibal said flippantly. "No, seriously though what did you find out so far Hedges? Is the book legit like the senile old man said or is it the first version of Twilight?"

"You need help King, some serious help." Hedges stated, "The book is actually legit. He is basically a full blooded version of Blade with some extra abilities and a lot more badass. He doesn't have any of the known weaknesses that vampires have today. One of his abilities is that he can completely transform his body into another person, which is fucking awesome."

Hannibal watched as Hedges got a mystified look on his face. He waited a couple minutes for Hedges to continue but the wait was in vain. "Uh Hedges" Hannibal said as he snapped his fingers in front of Hedges face.

"Get your fingers out of my face." Hedges snapped, swatting at Hannibal's retreating hand.

"You can go back to your happy place after you finish telling me about what you have found out. Wait until I leave the room first though. I don't want to know or see what you do when you return to your fangirl fantasies." Hannibal said with a horrified look on his face.

Hedges glared at the other man, muttering under his breath. "The book also hints at many other abilities but doesn't out right say anything. So in reality no one really knows just exactly how powerful he really is. It mainly talks about his kingdom and the war he has fought. The book makes a point to state that he actually goes by the name Drake and that he can transform into some kind of ferocious demon."

Hannibal stiffened at the mention of the demon. He was thankful that Hedges didn't catch his reaction to that. He didn't know how he would of explained his reaction. "Hey, do they have a picture of his demon form in there?"

Hedges looked at Hannibal dumbfounded by the serious look on the man's face. He had never seen Hannibal like this before. "Yeah it does." Hedges flipped through the book carefully, stopping about halfway in. "Here it is."

Hannibal stepped closer to Hedges desk to get a better look. Looking down at the picture before him, Hannibal felt his eyes widen slightly. The drawing wasn't in color but he would recognize the features before him. The demon was the creature that has haunted his dreams since his childhood. He has been dreaming about Dracula, no he has been dreaming about Drake.