xxxstrawberryfieldsforeverxxx : That is such a coincidence that you bring up Misery, because I'm watching it on my Tivo right now. I already read the book a year ago, and now I'm seeing the movie for the first time. Annie Wilkes is one crazy bh! And I love Ryan Reynolds too! I love the scene where he's chained to the floor with no shirt.

bassdogg2006 : Thanks for being my beta and editing another chapter of mine. I am so grateful because when I get passionate about writing, grammar leaves me completely. Thank you so much!

Blade Fan : You just might see more Blade/Abby. You never know what'll pop up in my head.

The smell of coffee woke up Blade. He followed the aroma into the kitchen.

There Abigail sat at the table in a T-shirt drinking coffee. She looked up when he came in a turned an interesting shade of red. Blade looked down to see he was wearing no shirt. He shrugged and walked over to the coffee pot and poured a cup for himself.

"Morning. Sleep well?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, the bed was comfy."

"Good. My assistant will have your supplies this afternoon."

"Okay. What am I supposed to wear until then?" Abigail asked.

"What's wrong with my shirt?" Blade asked.

To answer his question, Abigail stood up. The shirt came down mid-thigh, giving him a nice view of her long toned legs.

"I'll find something," Blade said and quickly left the room. He rummaged through his closet and found an old pair of sweat pants for her to wear.

He went back to the kitchen and handed them to her. "This should fit you. It might be a little big though." The doorbell rang. "Who could that be?"

He went to the door and opened it. Karen stood there on the porch. "Wow, I didn't know that you were expecting some from me today. But that's no problem. Spontaneity is what makes sex more exci-"

"Do you have the stuff, Karen?" Blade asked slightly annoyed.

"Yeesh, somebody's in a bad mood. And yes, I got the stuff. Thank god Wal-Mart was open 24 hours. Here," she said handing him the bags. She glanced behind him and saw Abigail standing in Blade's shirt.

"Oh, so that's the lucky girl. She's hot. Who is she?" Karen asked. She pushed past Blade and stepped into the house. Abigail looked up in surprise.

"Hi, I'm Blade's assistant Karen. I met him years ago."

"You're Karen Jenson. My father told me about you," Abigail said.

"Who's your father?"

"Abraham Whistler."

"Of course! You look so much like him. He was very proud of your success and skill at hunting."

"Thanks."

"So are you sleeping with the big man? He's pretty good in bed."

Abigail turned red. "Uh, no. He's just helping me track down a friend of mine."

"Ignore her," Blade said stepping in between the two. He handed the bags to Abigail. "Here."

She took the bags and quickly retreated to the guest room.

"So…" Karen said.

"So what?"

"She's pretty."

"So?"

"You're going to be working closely with her?"

"Are you jealous?" Blade asked.

"No. Do you want me to be?" she asked sidling up to him and laying a hand on his chest.

"Not really. We are exclusive."

"Well for now, you are mine," she said standing on her tippy-toes to kiss him. He growled in response and snaked an arm around her waist.

Their kissed were heated and rushed. Blade picked Karen up and laid her down on the couch. He covered her body with his own as he kissed his way down her neck. He unbuttoned her blouse and started licking down the valley of her breasts.

"Mmm," she moaned. "More." She arched her back in pleasure.

Blade kissed his way back up to her lips and whispered. "Not here. My room." He picked her up again and headed to his room.

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Abigail, now fully dressed, peaked out her head out into the hallway. It was empty and so was the living room. Her suitcase was packed and she was ready to go. All she had to do now was to wait for Blade.

A few moments later Blade emerged from his room with Karen in tow. They were each carrying a suitcase.

"You're coming, Karen?"

"Oh no, this is his," Karen said and handed it to Blade. "I have to go. Club isn't going to run itself. Bye guys!"

She walked through the front door and shut the door behind her.

"So where to?" Abigail asked.

"To Paris. I have a contact there that keeps up with the vampire business," Blade responded. "Can you speak French?"

"A little."

"That's fine. We can pick up a dictionary for you to study on the plane ride over there."

"Okay. Let's go."

They headed out the door, loaded up the car and started the drive to the airport.

We're coming, King. Abby thought.

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