AUTHOR'S NOTE:

THANK TO ALL OF YOU INCREDIBLE FANS WHO KEPT AFTER ME TO UPDATE THIS STORY. I FINALLY HAVE MY COPY OF THE MOVIE AND CAN REALLY STUDY DRAKE, PROPERLY.

This story continues where the other one left off. There will be more to come, I promise.

-AZURE

Blade Trinity: Drake

Chapter 2

The hospital was bustling with people; visitors, doctors, people crying in the hallways. On the fourth floor of the hospital, in a wing of rooms reserved for hopeless cases, lay Kaida Jones.

In the hall outside of her door, her research team sat, hopeless. Graham Carlson pressed his head into his hands. Missy Lewis and her partner Scooter Wilson; were silent and holding each other close.

"I never should have called this a stunt." Graham muttered, "I never should have yelled at her."

Missy glanced at the sandy-haired man, "We all lost faith in her. I mean come on, vampires?" Missy shook her head and sighed. "I just hope she didn't do this on purpose."

Graham looked up sharply, "Meaning what?"

"Perhaps she overdosed on something, trying to get back at us for…not believing like she did."

Graham shook his head, "No, Kaida would never do that. She despises drugs and she's not desperate enough to-" He cut himself off and shook his head again, "No, this was an accident."

"Right, that's why she's been a coma for nearly two months?"

Graham stood up and stuffed his hands into his pockets, "I'm out of here."

"Wait," Scooter stood up, "We'll come with you. There's nothing we can do for her anyway."

Silently, with a tired air to them, the research team left the quiet wing of the hospital.

Within the room, Kaida Jones stirred for the first time in two months. It was only a flicker of eyelids, but it was something. Within her mind she kept seeing the same thing, over and over again.

FLASHBACK

The club was supposed to be the best spot in town. Especially if you wanted to star-watch, which she did, she lived for celebrity-sighting. What else was she supposed to do with her time? She'd graduated high school already and was bored with university. Besides, she was rich enough that money was the last thing she needed to work for.

Most of the time, she would hang out with her brother and sister, just drinking champagne and feeling great about life.

"Hey, there he is!" Ke'Lara Jones said excitedly.

Kaida glanced to the lower floor and gave a smile. "He's cute."

As if he could hear them, the target of their conversation looked up. His eyes! Kaida felt her breath catch; and not in a good way. His gaze was old, but it was hungry, and not in a human way.

She felt her blood turn cold as he smiled at Ke'Lara. As he glided through the crowd, Kaida felt the world fall away. Her vision tunneled until she could only see him, and his eyes.

"Good evening girls," His voice wrapped around her and she wanted to feel safe…but couldn't. "Mind if I join in?"

"We've been waiting for you." Ke'Lara exclaimed, "I'm a huge fan."

He smiled and Kaida gasped. His fangs flashed in the momentary flicker of light.

"Ke'Lara, I think we should…" Kaida never finished as he looked at her. His gaze filled her mind with such brilliant light, she fell away and never saw her sister again.

Pain woke her, deep pain, like everything was broken inside of her body. Kaida opened her eyes and felt them burn as light filtered in.

"Don't move too fast," The smooth voice rolled into her mind. "You've lost a lot of blood, it's a miracle you're still alive."

Kaida blinked as a face came into view. She knew those eyes, that pretty face. But from where?

"Kaida King-Jones. You're a celebrity in your own right." His voice was like warm silk against her aching body. But she fought off it's soothing effect. "I hear your father is the next Donald Trump of Florida."

A hand touched her face; she flinched at the cool skin. In the depths of her mind, images flashed. He pulled his hand away and smiled, lowering his face to hers.

"Imagine what Daddy would pay to get his only little girl back, safely."

She laughed then, it hurt, but she did. "You captured me for ransom?"

"Hmm, that and more." His lips touched her skin and she shivered, "Much more."

"You might as well kill me now."

He pulled back enough so that she could see his eyes. "Yes, well I've tried that. I bled you dry, my dear. Yet, here you are, mostly alive."

He touched her again and the images were overpowering. Kaida felt her mind spinning as the information filled it. She had no idea what she was seeing; it was so many things all at once.

"Don't," She whispered, but it was too late. He bit her and the world fell into swirling images and distant screams.

Kaida Jones' opened her eyes and there was no vampire. She blinked rapidly as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting and the cool temperature. She tried to look around but her neck was stiff. Absently she touched a hand to it and felt only bare skin.

Her ears picked up the sound of machines beeping next to her. She turned her head and looked at them. Her heart rate monitor was a steady sound and she realized where she was.

"I'm alive," She whispered and tried to sit up.

Her body was stiff and hurt, but at least she was alive. Her hand stayed at her neck and she struggled to recall the date. She had a sense that time had passed since she was last conscious. But how much? Days, weeks, years? A flicker of panic went through her, if it was years, she was hopeless.

It had taken years to gain back a part of her life. She didn't want to loose it again.

Sitting up made her dizzy and she nearly fell from the bed. Only the guard rail kept her off the floor. Her head throbbed and she wanted to throw up, only her stomach was empty.

Something made her look up; the door to her room was opening. She focused and realized it was doctors and nurses.

"Just lie back, Miss Jones. You've been out for quite a while." One of the doctors gently eased her back into the bed.

"How long? How long have I been out?"

He ignored her question, "Call the people that were here earlier. We need to try and find her family, let them know she's alive."

"My family is dead." She muttered and he glanced at her, "How long have I been out?"

He frowned, "Two months."

She sighed, "I still have time. The project analysis isn't due until August."

"What are you talking about, Miss Jones?"

She shook her head, "Never mind, I have to leave. I have work to do."

Kaida moved to sit up but was held back down. She looked at the doctor. In a whimsical move, she touched his hand. His memory spilled through his skin, up her hand into her mind. She suddenly knew all his thoughts, secrets, desires, fears and more. She knew him from the inside out.

Kaida smiled and strained against his hands. The doctor was startled at her strength, he let her sit up. She put her lips next to his ear.

"I know where you go at night." She whispered, "Unless you want your colleges to know as well, sign me out. Now."

She sat back enough to see his eyes, they were confused but scared. Something in her expression turned that confusion to fear and he nodded. She lay back down and closed her eyes. He would do it, and she would be free to continue with her life.

"What do you mean she's being released?" Graham asked harshly. He was staring at the calm-faced doctor with disbelief. "What about CAT-scans and all that? Don't you need to figure out what caused the coma? What if it suddenly comes back?"

The doctor shook his head, "It won't. She's perfectly fine. We did the routine checklist for patients. Miss Jones if fully functional with no apparent memory loss."

"No memory loss?" Missy piped up, "None whatsoever? Is that normal?"

The doctor shrugged, "We are discovering new things daily about the human mind. In truth we don't even know what caused the coma, so without knowing that, there is no evidence that she'd even have memory loss."

"Exactly!" Graham snapped, "You don't know what happened. She should stay until you figure it out."

Kaida watched the argument from her door. She was fully dressed in clothes that Missy had brought for her. They were more colorful then she would ever wear, but they fit and that was enough, for now.

She studied Graham with new eyes; no longer was she afraid of knowing his secrets. With a sigh of resignation she left the door and crossed the floor silently. Her hand touched his shoulder and she knew why he didn't want her back.

"Graham, let the good doctor alone," She said in a soft, gentle voice. Graham jumped away from her and stared at her with big eyes. She smiled slightly and glanced at the doctor. "Thank you, Doctor. We're fine now."

He gave a nervous, quick nod and left them alone.

Kaida turned to both of her research assistants and smiled. It was fake, she didn't want to smile. She wanted to know why they had sold her out. But this was not the place.

"Shall we?" Kaida nodded down the hall, "I'm starved and could really use some dinner."

"It's five a.m., Kaida." Graham snapped.

"Breakfast then," She smiled brighter, "Why, Graham? Got some where to be?" She saw him tense and knew he was lying.

"No. It's fine."

From across the parking lot, in the depths of the shadows, he watched. She walked with a tired but steady stride. Her eyes were too old but confident. The ones behind her were of no interest to him, only she was worth his time.

And time, was something he had plenty of.

Two months, that's how long he'd waited to see her come out those doors. He'd never gone in to see her, those hospitals made him nuts, the concentrated smell of humans and blood, it was too much. Even for one as old as him.

As they got into an old car; the young man began to complain. The man who watched, smiled. His fangs glistened as his eyes flared dark red.

"I will have you yet, Kaida Jones." Drake murmured her name. He watched them pull out and followed.

Kaida Jones