A/N: Hey guys! I'm back! I felt like I should at least finish up the stories I already started because I feel bad for leaving you guys hanging. I will do my best to finish this story and the others. For now, enjoy this nice update =]

After a long flight, the plane touched down in Paris, France. Blade and Abby made quick work of grabbing their luggage and exiting the airport.

Blade's contact was there waiting for them. She was an elderly white woman who had a surprisingly big black SUV. Abby briefly how the woman was able to lift herself into the van.

"Bonjour," the woman said as they approached the car.

"Hello, Floraine. Do you have everything set up?" he asked.

"Yes, I have all the updated information that you requested as well. The vampires have been laying low, but they are going to rise again. They are developing a resistance to the Daystar. Something is different though, I don't think they're going to try taking over the human race again. They've been somewhat peaceful lately. The rest of the information is in the file at the warehouse. I'll take you there," she replied.

Abby and Blade piled in the car. On the car ride to the warehouse, Abby ruminated over the new information. If the vampires had indeed turned over a new leaf, then why would they kidnap King?

"If the vampires are now peaceful-" Abby began.

"Vampires are never peaceful. They kill and terrorize," Blade said coldly. Abby had to keep herself from flinching from the tone of his voice.

"If the vampires have changed, then we have to consider other options. Who else would stand to gain from capturing King?" Abby asked.

Blade didn't answer. He firmly believed that the vampires were behind it. No one else would have had anything to gain from kidnapping King. Before they went any further, they would need to figure out why someone would take him.

"Hello?" Abby said, waving her hand in front of Blade's face. He smacked her hand away from his face and glared at her.

"I'm thinking," he growled. Abby turned away from him and stared out the window.

The view was beautiful. Paris was astonishing, even at night. It was one of the most romantic cities in the world, and she was there with the most non-romantic guy in the world.

"Great job getting yourself kidnapped, King," Abby muttered to herself. If Blade heard her, he didn't say anything.

Once they arrived at the warehouse that would be their base of operations, Floraine helped them unload their luggage and left.

Abby took her stuff to the second room that she saw. The first room had obviously been set up for Blade considering that it tatami mats on the floor instead of a bed. Her room was pretty simple. It had a bed, thankfully, a computer desk with a laptop and a wooden chest filled with weapons.

She dumped her suitcase onto the bed and looked through the weapons. She was glad when she saw that there was a bow and a quiver full of silver arrows. Blade's contact had really delivered.

Once she was content with her arsenal, Abby went back downstairs and saw Blade pouring over the file that Floraine had given them.

"Anything useful in there?" she asked.

"Yeah, the vampires took King alright, but the ones that took him aren't apart of the main group. The ones that took King are vampires gone rogue. They seem to be working for some top secret leader. The only way we'll find out is if we find one and interrogate it," he replied.

"You mean torture," Abby pointed out.

"Same difference," Blade said. He flipped the file close. "Come on, let's go."

"Tonight?" she asked. Blade just stared her down. "Right. Okay." She took a gun off one of the shelves and tucked into the back of her jeans. Then she picked up a few stakes and slid them into different compartments in her outfit.

When she was done, she joined Blade in the garage where he was standing next to a new Dodge Charger. She didn't even make eye contact with him as she got into the car.

The look didn't go unnoticed by Blade. He knew she was tired, but she seemed so desperate and determined to get King back a few nights ago.

"I surprise you're not jumping at the chance to go save your boyfriend," he remarked as he pulled out of the warehouse.

"He's not my boyfriend," she snapped. "He's my friend, and the only one I have left. Plus, I'm tired. We just took a long flight, and I was hoping to get some rest before searching for him. On top of that, I have to put up with the asshole who got my father killed!"

Blade slammed on the brakes, and Abby had to put her arms to avoid hitting her head on the dashboard.

"What the…?" she began, but the look on Blade's face stopped her. He had his sunglasses on, but she knew that he was giving her a death glare. And possibly planning her death.

"Get out," he commanded.

Abby summoned up the courage she had left and said, "No."

"Get out before I throw you out," he threatened.

"No! You left us, and now King is gone because of you. While you were off living a human life and screwing your friend, I had to pick up the pieces of my life. My friends were either dead or gone, except for King. While you were living a happy life, mine fell apart. Finding King and bringing him back is the least you could do for me!" she yelled.

Blade studied her silently. The only one reason he had chosen to help her was that Whistler would have wanted him to. He couldn't go back on his promise now, no matter how much this woman frustrated him. So he nodded and started the car up again.

"Thank you," she whispered, as the scenery whizzed by through the window. "And I'm sorry about what you said.

Blade said nothing as he drove the streets of Paris.

A/N: You know the drill, review if you want another chapter. If not I will hold the next chapter hostage.