As Deacon and the other vampire's went to deal with Dragonetti and I knew the other Elder's as they too needed to be used in the sacrifice to bring about LaMagra's return I headed to Whistler's workshop. I hadn't realised that's where I was going until I looked up from the shadows of the building next door to see the abandoned factory. If I had wanted Deacon dead surely I would have let Dante kill him. So why was I here? Or why didn't I let Dante kill him if I really wanted him dead? But I knew the answer even if I didn't want to believe it. I had fallen for Deacon. After all when he was happy I was happy. He could be so gentle and when he was like that my life felt perfect. He had over the past few years become to appreciate my combat skills and as he knew his ruthlessness and cruelty had begun to rub off on me. But he still refused to change me and unless I became a vampire I would never be quite good enough for him. But pushing my feelings aside, there was LaMagra. LaMagra would more than likely mean I would become a vampire, but thousands of others would too while countless others would suffer. And I didn't think I could live with that on my conscience no matter how much I had begun to care for Deacon.
I stepped to the door every intention of knocking, but as my knuckles were about to hit the door I chickened out. I couldn't do this to Deacon. Part of me wanted to believe that he could change for the good. I walked away fighting with myself every step of the way. What I didn't expect to stumble upon as I walked through Chinatown was Deacon and Blade. I stood off to the side watching trying to figure out what was going on. It was only when Deacon stood that I realised he had a little girl with him. I watched horrified as Deacon threw the little girl into the path of an oncoming bus so he could make his escape. Blade luckily managed to snatch the little girl up just before the bus hit. I hadn't realised how fast my heart was beating until I saw the little girl was safe. And that made my mind up. I had never seen Deacon harm a child and that snapped something inside me. I headed to Cho Xin's he owned a store I often frequented due to his unique selection of Bo staffs and made a purchase.
"Where's Deacon and the others?" I asked Autumn as I walked back into the penthouse. Lyxia was laid out on the couch, she'd taken a beating from Mercury, for me beating her and not being present when Dante tried to attack Deacon last night.
"They went to capture the Daywalker, Mercury found their hideout." Autumn smiled not realising the severity of what she had just told me. I quickly changed into something more suited for combat.
"And where do you think you're going?" Lyxia growled from her place on the couch.
"None of your damn business, so keep out of it." I took the keys to one of the motorcycles and with my Bo staff strapped to my back I took off back to Whistler's workshop.
It was dark as I walked into his workshop. I couldn't see much till my eyes adjusted. I headed further in listening intently to anything and anyone. I could hear heavy and pained breathing so I followed it to its source. When I reached the source of the sound I could see and what I saw wasn't a pleasant sight. Whistler was strung up, beaten, broken and knowing Deacon and the others like I do, I'd bet bitten just for Blade to find. Otherwise they wouldn't have left him there.
"Oh my god…I'm so sorry…" I whispered, knowing full well had I acted sooner I could have prevented this. Whistler twitched at the sound of my voice.
"W-who's…there?" He breathed out. I didn't know what to say, so I turned to get something so I could climb up and help him down.
"WHISTLER!" I froze to the spot. Blade would think I did this, he would know I am Deacon's familiar. But I had nowhere to run. Whistler groaned in pain and suddenly Blade was there. He cut Whistler down cradling him in his arms.
"Jesus, Whistler, what did they do to you?" Whistler coughs and turns his head to Blade.
"Frost took her…" He coughs again and winces from the immense pain he is undoubtedly in. I knew I should take this time to flee, but I couldn't I wanted to help Blade. Deacon needed to be stopped.
"Don't try to talk…" Blade started, but Whistler cuts him off.
"Listen. You have to… finish me off. You don't want me coming back." Blade shakes his head. All I knew of Blade said he was calm cold and calculating and seeing the pain he was in over Whistler was sad sight to behold.
"No, we can treat the wounds…" But Whistler shakes his head.
"Too far gone, you know that." I watch as the realisation of what he has to do hits him. And I hate Deacon for it.
"Whistler, I can't." But Whistler just stares at him.
"Yes you can. Now get on with it."
"Whistler I…" Again Whistler cut's him off.
"I know." His voice is gentle yet weak, then he forces a smile. "Just be quick about it, will you. Do it right." Blade pulls out a stake and fighting back tears he stabs Whistler. He holds on to him as the life drains from him rocking him back and forth. I take a slow step from where I'm stood stupidly wanting to console Blade. And suddenly Blade has me pinned against the wall.
"No please! Wait I can help you find Frost!" His grip on my throat loosens.
"Speak."
"I'm…I was Deacon's familiar…his pet. But I can't do this anymore. He intends to bring about LaMagra's return and that will be the end of the world as we know it. I can take you where he plans on doing it."
"And what makes you think I would trust you?"
"I've been here twice before and you know it. My scent is familiar to you. Twice I've been here to lead you to Deacon. To end him. And both times I convinced myself that he could change. But he is a cruel sadistic son of a bitch and it took what he did to escape you earlier for me to finally realise it. It's time Deacon died a true death." He stares at me long and hard before turning away, I see it the same time he does a tape. He sticks it into a camcorder and out spills Deacon's voice.
"Hello, Blade. By the time you watch this Whistler will no doubt be winging his way to Heaven, thanks to your capable hands. If it makes any difference to you, he put up quite a fight." I move behind Blade seeing Deacon touch a gash on his handsome face. "Now, I'm sure you're wondering about Ms Jansen's well-being. She's alive and kicking "ambulatory", as they like to say in the trade. Whether or not she remains so is entirely up to you. I'll make this as easy as possible for you, Blade. You can find us at the Edgewood Towers. We'll be waiting with baited breath." He stopped the tape and looked at me.
"That's where he stays, where I lived. Mercury and Quinn will be there. We're talking a least twenty other vampires with in the building. But if he knows you're coming which I'm guessing he knows they'll up the security. And he's rebuilt the temple of LaMagra which is where I thought they had gone. No one but the other familiar's were in the penthouse when I left." He nodded and went further into the workshop starting up the furnace. I watched as he made his sword red hot and then dipped it in a blue liquid. When it was cooled his sword gleamed the same bluish colour.
"You aren't coming with me." Blade said moving back to the entrance.
"What are you talking about? You don't know you're way around. I can help you." He pulled out a small device.
"You aren't coming in. You can stay outside. Listen in on this. If they move then you come, but not before. If it's true you want Frost dead, then you'll stay out of my way." I nodded, I guess I understood. I wasn't to be trusted.
"Fine." I followed him on my bike and stopped behind his charger by building on the other side of the street. He motioned me to his car.
"What?"
"You stay in here. You'll be less conspicuous in here than on that bike." I nodded took off my Bo staff and placed it in the back, but kept my hands to myself so he couldn't cuff me to the steering wheel. He shook his head and got out into the wrong building I didn't question him. Just let him go. I would be in for a long wait now. It was day and they wouldn't move anyone just yet. I just hoped that Blade could kill Deacon, if he couldn't I may as well end my life. It would be quicker and less painful than what Deacon would do to me now.