Blade froze. Morb was in predator mode and running would be far worse for him than standing his ground. Vampires were kind of like dogs in that regard. If you ran it meant you were weak, if you were weak it meant you were prey. So he stood and engaged the vampire in what appeared to be a staring contest while he drew his knives. Morbius didn't move, he wasn't even poised for attack, just standing with his head cocked to the side and his arms loose. He looked amused more than anything. Like it was a game and only he knew the rules.

Jen sat down on the cement. Hulk or no hulk, losing blood takes it out of you. Fortunately for her the increased healing factor was already mending her tissue back together, though the skin would be bright and glossy for a day or so. Even new hulk skin was tough as nails, it was amazing to her that he even had been able to pierce it with his teeth. Life is just full of surprises today. Still she kept watch while sitting. The goal of this was to teach Blade a lesson, not kill him, should it get really dangerous really quick she knew she would be the one to have to control her old friend. Though maybe Strange could use a freezing spell or something..

Morbius straightened his head and crooked his arms baring his teeth. It was an attack pose, plain and simple. Blade recognized it in an instant and held his knives out in front of him crossed. He wasn't an idiot, he knew a cross would have zero effect on Morbius but by making a cross he was creating as much cover as he could. He took one step backward and that's when the charge came.

Much to nearly everyone's surprise (except Jack, who could sense that something was going to go very wrong) Morbius moved faster than anyone could visually detect. One second he was standing some thirty feet away and the next he was within striking distance. Blade lunged with a knife digging Morb's chest but the vampire didn't even react and in the next second it was healed over. Blade took a hard strike to his left from Morbius' claws. They raked through the leather on his vest shredding it open. Traces of blood leaked through, red against all the black. If it was at all possible that seemed to make Morbius more feral. His teeth while normally human but fanged were all razor thin points, and his eyes glowed like spotlights in the dark. Jack had seen him like this once while fighting Spider-man. There was no part of his friend left in the vampire's mind until he either fed enough, or someone could knock it out of him, and good luck with the latter. Morbius shot both fists forward throwing Blade back with all the force of a semi. His shoulder impacted a streetlamp and he could feel the bone fracture. He would have had time to worry about it if Morbius hadn't already been bent over him, teeth shredding through the flesh on his chest.

Jennifer cussed, realizing her mistake far too late and ran for the two. Strange it seemed had the same thoughts, he yelled from the rooftops casting a fog around the pair. It was impossible to see through. Jen had no idea what use that would be until she arrived within a few yards of the now frozen in place combatants. Freezing spell, I was right. They looked like two strangely dressed Roman gladiators in carved marble, locked in a fight for all of eternity. Morbius had his face buried at Blade's side and Jen could see tears through the skin deep enough to go to the bone. This is bad.

Jack and Elsa came out from their cover and walked up to the encroaching group. Jack was the first to speak. "You're gonna have to release them sometime. Can't leave them like this."

Jennifer turned worriedly to the werewolf. "What do we do though? Blade may be hurt."

"Yeah, he is. Badly too." He made a back and forth motion with his very furry fingers as though he was playing the world's smallest violin.

Stephen interrupted. "I can try something to bring back Michael to his senses."

Jack waved his clawed arms. "Nope! Don't you dare. You know as well as I do that magic and Morbius don't mix well. You'd risk fucking him up way too much, no offense."

Stephen just stood back looking highly offended when Elsa stepped forward. "No. What we do is this. She-hulk you grab Morb. You're strong enough to handle him. You Stephen, undo the spell. We pull Blade away once everyone's moving again. Jen if you punch Morbius enough he'll stop frenzying and snap back to normal. Then we get Blade to a damn hospital and leave him there with the threat that if I ever see him again I'll kill him."

Jen freaked out. "What?! I can't hurt him!"

Jack growled. "Yes you can. It's for his own good! Just knock the idiot out or crush him, trust me, he'll be fine. Especially after that super-powered blood you gave him." Jen nodded reluctantly and Jack prayed she'd listen. "Okay, Stephen. On the count of three okay?"

"One." Jen wrapped her arms tight around Morb's chest. He was cold and hard as rock.

"Two." Jack grabbed the shoulders on Blade's vest. He'd pull him by the fabric if he could. Pretty sure Morb broke his shoulder.

"Three!" Stephen dismissed the spell and the two jerked to life. Jen fell backwards from the sudden twist of the spine that Morbius tried to use to escape but she managed to hold on. He then tried every trick in the book, clawing, scratching, growling at her until she just screamed. "Michael stop!" And he did. Like a scolded child he went limp and Jen thought she heard a squeak. Despite his newfound docileness he was still obviously feral. She muttered an apology and lined up her fist to his jaw, giving him what she hoped was a somewhat painful but not too dangerous uppercut. If you were a hulk you'd know that this is no easy task. His head went slack and his eyes dark. "Shit!" She cussed and checked his pulse but he was okay, just unconscious. It only took a second before he blinked his eyes awake.

"Jennifer..? What happened.. Are you hugging me?!" He held up his arms to show that he wasn't trying anything ungentlemanly and she released him. The two shared an awkward stare while mere feet away Blade cursed.

"Fucking vampire, I'm going to bleed to death!"

"You are not, you just need some patching. We'll get you to a doctor." Elsa rolled her eyes and spat on the ground.

The look of determination spread across Michael's face like a wave. "I'm a doctor!"

Blade looked disgusted. "No. No fucking way."

Michael just chanted a "Yes way. I took an oath." And rushed to his side. It was lucky that Blade didn't have enough strength left to fend him off. He examined the deep gashes on the man's side with little fear of retaliation and patched it with wads of his torn shirt to slow the bleeding. "I did this? How is that possible, these look far from my bite radius."

"Mike ya' went all freaky after you had her blood."

"Wait.. whose blood?"

Jen stood clasping her arms together in front of her nervously then held up one of her wrists and showed him the newly healed skin. "Me."

"WHAT!?" He turned bright pink, the flush of his skin bringing warmth to his cheeks. "No, the last thing I remember I was weak and then pain.. I passed out! Tell me I didn't attack you Jen..." He forgot Blade entirely and paced an invisible line on the street while toying with his costume. The chest portion under his right arm was shredded, new white skin showed underneath. Whatever wounds Blade had done were long gone, he touched the skin and remembered the pain.

"You didn't attack me perse'... You were dying, Michael. I did what I had to."

He looked at her with enlarged and pleading eyes as she talked. "Then let me die next time!"

A FWOOSH sounded out amidst the now full blown commotion, undetected by most except Morbius and Jack who had much better than human hearing. "Oh god no." Morbius shuddered.

Spiderman stepped out of the shadows surveying the scene. "What the hell happened here? This some kind of convention? Why wasn't I invited?" He focused his gaze on Blade who had now tired of laying still and against Stephen's advice was now trying to stand, cursing with every move. "Woah. Nevermind I don't wanna be a guest at this convention! Shulkie what the hell is going one here?!"

"Well Blade was seeking something from the Legion of Monsters that was quite dangerous.."

Stephen broke into the conversation. "And that item has been handled. It was delivered to me for disposal." Blade glared at Stephen as though it were a gross betrayal of trust.

"Yes well, Blade might have attacked Morbius and nearly killed him.."

"Wait.." Inside his suit Peter Parker twitched. Out of all the villains that tormented him he had a particularly short amount of patience for Morbius. Vampires quite frankly creeped him the fuck out. "Morbius is here?"

Jen squinted her eyes. "Yes of course he's right.." She turned but the vampire had seemingly disappeared. "Dammit Michael! Where did you go?!"

"He'sssss not that ssstupid. He'sss gone. Hiding mossst likely." Manphibian and K'antu took position next to Jack and Elsa, obviously ready to defend themselves if necessary.

"Look guys, I have no fight with the Legion but Morbius is a wanted criminal. If I ever catch him out here amongst the living I'm putting him out on the Raft."

Jack snarled. "He didn't do nothing wrong! Blade's the one who attacked him and you just ignore that right because who cares if he does evil and immoral things? He's a vampire hunter right?! Oooh, big fucking hero! You're all fucking in on it, if any member does something bad you all cover for him!"

Spider-man backed away at Jack's approach and as the situation became more charged and it looked like Jack might attack him K'antu reached out and grasped his arm. "No, WE NeED to Go. ThIS IsN't Our FiGht." The werewolf snorted but the mummy was right. What the hell would this solve? Nothing that's what.

Stephen Strange didn't wait for an invitation. He called open a portal to Monsteropolis in the middle of the street, a large glowing oval of yellow-lime color. "Here. Blade will be fine. You all should go."

Manphibian cussed and glared but walked straight in. K'antu followed while giving a pointed glare towards Spider-man with one rotten eye.

Jack was last and called for Elsa but she stayed. "No. I'll be along after a bit. I need to be around humans for a while." Elsa stormed off down the street taking some time to cool down.

He looked hurt but shrugged it off and stepped through the portal. Stephen closed it after him. The street stood shrouded in silence until he spoke. "Blade will you be okay?"

"Oh, I'm just fucking dandy."

"Good. Perhaps next time when you consider your actions you will remember the wounds and make wiser decisions."

"Get bent Doctor!"

"Or perhaps not." Stephen flashed and disappeared in a wave of pink smoke.

Jennifer started the walk back to her office clenching her hands into fists. "Blade! You expect that bill for the damage to my office!"

Peter looked astounded. "Well, I guess you're popular right now.. need a lift to the hospital."

"Fuck you wallcrawler. I'm fine." He stormed off clutching his side.

Spider-man all alone now kicked the ground. "I stand corrected.. I guess I'm the popular one."