Disclaimer: I don't own Blade or any of its characters. I do Max, Xavier, Rev, and Cam, so no stealing!

I'm ashamed to admit that I've had this fic finished for quite some time. Months actually, perhaps even a year. I put off posting the rest because I wanted to get to writing the sequel, which I have. It's not much, but it's a start. Between college and countless laptop failures, I actually had to buy a new one entirely after the sending the first one back four times, and I even had to send the new one back as well! Anyway, I apologize. While I haven't been posting, or doing much writing, I have spent the past couple weeks reviewing and editting my stories. Anyway, there's still another ten (eleven if you include the epilogue) chapter left but I figured I'd let y'all read these first.

Sleeping Refuge went through a massive overhall and the newly editted chapters are up and running now, and I have the third and final part written out in script format. Everything Comes Full Circle is also written out to completion in script format. Dum Spiro Spero is also written out in script format, though the last three episodes remain to be written out as I haven't seen the finale yet and have to rewatch the two before that. Uninvited I have, once again, written out in script format but not the finale as, once again, I have not seen it. Sad but true. I'm not sure if I'll continue Livewire or not, that decision is still up in the air but I do have a couple chapters written out that I plan on posting sometime tomorrow, same with Covenant: Abomination. I will more than likely be discontinuing Infinity and Keelhaul Connie, while not being discontinued, will probably be completed in a series of one-shot like chapters instead of full-fledged chapters. With all these fics I have, I know exactly how I want them to end but I just don't have the time or freedom I once had to write them anymore. It sucks, but that's life, isn't?

Anyway, enjoy the rest of this story and, fingers crossed, keep your eyes peeled for the sequel with Marcus, Chase and Shen in Detroit!

Chapter 15: Party Crashers

The group of hunters sat in Dex's van a few blocks away from the front of the police station. They dressed in the usual comfortable hunting clothes, but with some extra protection underneath: a bulletproof vest for King, and bulletproof sports bras for Abby and Max. All specially made by Hedges, and designed by Sommerfield. King, unlike Abby and Max, had an extra special something on him. A stick on nametag, which read, "Hello, my name is 'Fuck You'."

All four were waiting and watching until they saw the sleek black limo pull up. Asher, Danica, and Grimwood exited the expensive car and entered the building, followed by four vampires dressed as orderlies. The vampire orderlies were carrying a straightjacket, various restraints, and a collapsible transport gurney. The three and a half hour wait paid off.

"All that for Blade," Max commented as they watched the vampires disappear inside the building. "Now I really feel totally unappreciated."

"Don't worry, sugar butt. Maybe we'll take some of those restraints home with us," he told, wiggling his eyebrow suggestively. She smirked at him, shaking her head in amusement while the others did so in disgust.

"Enough screwing around, kiddies," Dex said jokingly but firmly. "Get your asses in there and get the big man out, got it?"

"Yeah, Dex, we got it," Abby replied in amusement. "Just don't forget who the leader is here, and whose driving the getaway van, all right?"

"Don't you worry, boss lady," he replied, "I know my place. I am perfectly happy letting you crazy ass white folks go off and get yourselves killed while I sit in complete safety here, in my baby," he explained, rubbing his dashboard affectionately.

"Nice, man," King replied sarcastically. "I'm really feeling the love."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Now, get your asses out of my ride, and I'll come get you when I see cops and hear sirens. Good luck!"

"Dex, have you ever considered going back to the real world as a motivational speaker?" Max asked as Abby and King climbed out.

"Yes, many time," he replied sarcastically. "Now get going, sparky!" Max rolled her eyes at the nickname and jumped out the van, closing it as quietly as she could to avoid drawing attention to them.

"Okay, where to now, boss lady?" she asked Abby as they walked closer to the building, sticking the shadows and the alleyway.

"The roof," she said simply, leading them even further into darkness.

"And how do you propose we do that, O Masterful One?" King questioned curiously. Abby stopped dead in her tracks, and turned to look at him with raised eyebrows. King looked at Max, who wore the same facial expression with crossed arms. "I'm sorry," he said immediately. "Please, don't hurt me."

Both girls shook her heads, and looked at one another wearily. Abby moved her left arm up to a pole above her head. She yanked on it, and pulled down an access stairwell. Both King and Max looked up as Abby started climbing. The ladders went all the way up to the roof, all fifty-plus floors.

"Damn," King breathed, looking up. "Can't we find another way in?"

"No," Max told him as she pushed past him and started climbing.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Really sure?"

"Yes."

"Really, really sure?"

"KING!"

"Coming!"

"How long are we going to watch this bitch?" Max asked King conversationally as they stood in the office that held Blade. They were looking through the one-way mirror as Danica circled Blade like a hawk.

While Danica and her posse had gained entrance past the desk sergeant with fake hospital IDs, they had successfully sneaked in through the roof, silently killing or knocking out anyone that got in the way. Abby was waiting three halls over, keeping as many civilians away as possible. Max and King, however had broken into the office as soon as the two policemen left. They weren't familiar, so they got to live, for now. As they waited for Abby's signal that things were going south, they waited and watched as Blade was put in a straightjacket. Blade thrashed madly as this went on, and the vampires just laughed at him, enjoying it.

"Just a little longer," he replied.

"Why?"

"I wanna see what Kitten does."

"Oh, of course. How foolish of me not to realize," she retorted sarcastically, scoffing.

"Oh, don't be jealous, sugar butt," he told her seriously, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. Max just looked up at him and knew he was teasing as he grinned at her. "You know you're my favorite."

"Is that why you're such a pain in my ass?" she questioned jokingly, her eyes going back to the conversation in the other room.

"In more ways than one," he retorted suggestively.

"Is it just me, or are you hornier than usual tonight?"

"I'm hornier than usual. Maybe it's the prospect of kicking Danica's ass," he thought to himself.

"Whatever, but I get to go in first and ash what I can. You wake up B," she ordered firmly.

"No way! You wake him up! He's your partner! I wanna kill the stupid flunkies," he argued childishly and Max pulled away from him, crossing her arms.

"No way! It's my turn! You got to go in first last time," she argued back.

"Okay, okay, fine!" King shifted his gun to his other side and held out his fist. Rolling her eyes, Max did the same. Rock, paper, scissors – that's how Nightstalkers, or King at least, solved their problems. After the traditional three shakes, King won with paper to her rock. "That settles it. This time, I go in first and ash the fucking idiots while you revive your doped up partner, and you go in first while I revive a doped up Abby or whoever next time."

"This is bullshit," she said begrudgingly, pouting. "You so know it was my turn to go in first."

"It's divine intervention, sweetness," he said enthusiastically. "If I wasn't supposed to jump in first, I wouldn't have won. This is a sign, we must respect it."

"Keep talking like that and I won't put out tonight," she threatened. King, chastised, nodded and they both trained their eyes on Danica.

"Don't make this any harder than it has to be," Danica told Blade. "You're all alone, Blade. No one's gonna help you now."

"Who the hell are you?"

Max and King turned to see one of the vampire orderlies.

"May I?" Max asked her politely, and King just sighed heavily with an eye roll.

"Fine, if you must," he told her, as if it were such a bother, and backed away as she smiled at him.

"Thank you," she said graciously. Still smiling, Max turned to the vampire, who looked utterly confused. Stupid. Danica needed to find better help. Before he could even blink, he was dead with a Sun Dog between his eyes.

BA-BOOM!

The one-way mirror shattered, exploding outward in a shower of glass fragments. The body of one of the vampire mental health flunkies was carried through with it, ashing in mid-air as he sailed into the room. Seconds later, King vaulted through the blown-out window, simultaneously drawing two high-tech electronic pistols. Behind him, Max waited to jump in, with her newly repaired guns strapped at her thighs. King was going to get to do the killing for starters and she was the back up, as agreed and planned. But Max knew that nothing when as planned.

"Evening, ladies," he greeted the group with the usual irrepressible grin.

"HANNIBAL KING!" Danica screeched, enraged as she recognized King instantly.

The light suddenly went out. That was Abby's signal. Almost immediately, the backup lights came on, followed by fire alarms. That, sadly, was also Abby's signal for trouble. King and Max had to hurry. In the ensuing confusion, King aimed both pistols at Asher, who dropped, allowing one of the vampire orderlies behind him to take the hit and turn to ash. But, unlike Blade's victims, he disintegrated from the inside out. That was because of Hedges' Sun Dog bullets. Max just loved the explosive rounds that gave off concentrated UV light. Hedges' was a genius!

As Max jumped onto the floor and ran to Blade, King whipped around and fired at Danica, who leapt behind the table. She quickly upended it, using it as a shield while flinging it at King. He ducked and fired off his gun again to kill another orderly, and Max pulled out the inhaler Sommerfield made with one hand and a gun with the other.

"Wake up, B," she ordered forcefully, injecting the serum for him. "This is your rescue!"

Blade shifted his weight, trying to break his arms free from the handcuffs as Max and King fired off rounds, back to back. Blade suddenly kicked out and up, connecting with Asher's mid-section, and sent him flying backward – straight through the wall into the next room.

As King tried to get a clean shot on Jarko, neither he nor Max noticed Danica slip out. Behind her, the last orderly was ashed by Max, and the handcuffs holding Blade down started to break off. King, unable to shoot the walking diaper stain, ended up having his guns knocked away and pushed into the wall. Max had been hauling Blade up from the ground at the time, and nearly dropped him when she saw King being strangled.

"Hannibal!" she cried out fearfully, but he just gasped and shook his head at her as he continued to hit at Jarko's massive shoulders.

Blade, growling, looked up from the floor to Jarko and sneered. Pushing himself away from Max, he strode over to Jarko and beat the shit out of him until King was free, gasping and sputtering on the floor. Max dodged Blade and Jarko's fight and slid over to King, checking him over quickly.

"You all right?" she asked fearfully.

"Just peachy-fucking-keen," he replied. "You see that? I had him right where I wanted him, and the big guy just had to take all the fun out of it." As Max looked up, she saw Jarko fly through the same wall as Asher. Blade took a deep breath and looked at the two of them as they stood up once again.

"Let's go," he ordered and walked out of the room purposefully, ignoring the annoying alarm and blinking lights.

"Well, he's just a big bowl of fun, ain't he?" King asked her as he grabbed his discarded gun.

"Let's get the fuck out of here," Max commented, and King nodded breathlessly.

P.S.: Five pages total.