Ulyena watched as Scud dug into his scrambled eggs without looking up from his plate. It kind of disgusted her, but it was kind of funny to watch. To keep herself from laughing, she went ahead and walked into the garage to mess with 'Blade's baby', as Scud had called it. She adjusted her tank top that Whistler had brought her, along with about half of her wardrobe. The top she wore showed a bit more cleavage than she intended, her jeans were tight and rode low on her hips and her boots made her six inches taller. Sure, it was odd that she wore spike heeled boots when she worked on cars, but she felt good when she wore heels, no matter how high they were.

She lay on the board that someone had put together and rolled underneath the Charger. With the wrenches that were under the car already, she began tweaking the transmission. She heard someone walk into the room, and she knew, by the creaking of the brace, that it was Whistler.

"Do all women wear heels when they work on cars?" He asked.

"Nyet," She giggled. "Only me. Could you pass me that wrench on the table?" She rolled out from under the car, grease and oil patterns covered parts of her skin and clothes. Whistler handed her the wrench, and then she rolled back underneath. "Spasibo."

"What're you doin' in Prague? You're Russian." Whistler pointed out to her, hoping to get the mysterious girl's past out of her.

"Fucking racial profiling." She joked. "I was born in Moscow. I stayed there until I was seventeen. Dad quite the backhand, so I got out of that house as quick as I could. I ended up in Prague after snagging a train ticket from a guy." She rolled out from under Blade's Charger again, and then she stood up and walked towards the table to wipe her hands off. "I thought I saw my father one night, so I hid out in Rush. They mistook me for a new dancer, so I danced and that's how I ended up there."

"Hm." Whistler nodded, and then changed the subject. "The Bloodpack's gonna be here any minute, and I think you should come out here and met 'em with us."

"Why?"

He turned and started limping out of the garage, motioning for Ulyena to follow him. "Because they might be the ones who save your scrawny little ass."

She shook her head with a smile. "Fine. Are they…?"

"Yes, so be nice." When they approached the group of people, Whistler pointed out two people that were waiting for Blade to show up. "You see that girl with the black hair? That's Nyssa. And that guy next to her is Assad. Remember what we told you about Damiskinos? They were the ones who took us to him." Blade had told her about the overlord of the vampires, and how they needed Blade's help to kill the reapers.

Ulyena noticed that Scud was waiting beside the woman that Whistler identified as Nyssa. She was thin; tan skinned and had black hair. She wore a leather suit that was all the same color black and a golden metal piece held up her hair. Her lips were a dark shade of red as she spoke to Assad, who was dark skinned, but lighter than Blade. His long, curly hair was pulled up and he also wore all leather.

There was a group of people sitting across from them. A man who had tattoos on his face was sitting in front of a woman who had red, short hair. By the way she was hanging over his shoulder and caressing his chest, Ulyena figured that they were a couple. There was a man with long, way hair that was blonde with a reddish tint and he wore rectangular shades that hung low on his nose. Another man was behind him, who looked like he was from Asian descent and he had a wild look in his eye. Next to him, there was a muscular, tattooed man with a chainmesh shirt. His hair was dark brown with a bleach blonde fauxhawk. Then, there was a tall, lanky man who wore shades and had his facial hair cut in an unusual manner. His head was bald and he stood tall, like he knew everything the world had to offer, and he wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone.

"Blade," Assad began. "Meet the Bloodpack." He pointed them out as he said their names. "Lighthammer, Verlaine," He introduced the couple. "Priest," The man with the reddish hair. "Snowman," The Asian man signed in greeting, signaling that he couldn't talk. "Chupa," The fauxhawk guy was staring straight ahead at Ulyena instead of paying attention to Assad. "And Reinhardt." He said, finishing with the tall man.

When his name was said, Reinhardt slowly walked over to Blade. "Hey, um… Me and the gang were wondering…" He put his hand over his mouth and said something quietly.

"What was that?" Blade asked.

Reinhardt leaned into Blade. "Can you blush?" It came out more like a statement; like he was challenging Blade.

Ulyena never stood for racism, so she grabbed a socket wrench that was sitting on the table near her and started walking towards Reinhardt. But before she could take two steps, Scud wrapped his arm around her waist. "Don't." He said.

"Oh, I get it." Blade said. "You've been training for two years to take me out, and now here I am. Ooh," he shivered in excitement. "It's exciting, isn't it? Okay, here's your chance." He whipped out, what Ulyena could only guess was a stake from his jacket and held it up. The rest of the Bloodpack held up guns, defending their friend. "Come on. Adolf, here, gets the first shot." He held the silver stake against his own heart, challenging the other man. Reinhardt looked at Nyssa, but Blade pressed on. "What're you looking at her for? You need permission? Or maybe you need a little incentive. Okay, I can help with that." He swished the stake in twirls in between his fingers so fast that Ulyena couldn't see anything but a blur, then his opposite hand smacked Reinhardt in the face. "What's the matter?" Blade asked as Ulyena snickered. "Missed that? 'T's okay, I can do it again." Then he repeated the action.

"Do it, Reinhardt," Verlaine yelled. "Do it!"

Ulyena shot her a dirty look, and Blade continued taunting him. "Come on. What, do you need a manual?"

The rest of the Bloodpack began encouraging him as Blade placed the silver stake in his hand.

"Fuckin' do it!"

"Kill the bastard!"

Chupa yelled in Russian. "Take him now!"

Then Reinhardt attacked. Blade, being who and what he was, was faster than him and pulled Reinhardt's arm behind his back, making him face the floor. Then, Blade attached something to the back of the other man's head. When the device began beeping, Blade began talking. "Now you've got an explosive device stuck to the back of your head. Silver nitrate; rigged to go off if anybody tampers with it. I'll have the detonator with me." He looked at Ulyena as she tried to hold back her laughter, and then lowered his head to whisper to Reinhardt. "And you, if you so much as look at me wrong…" He pulled back on his arm and Reinhardt cried out, and then Blade let him go. "From now on, we work as a unit. You'll be taking orders from me. Any questions?" No one answered. "Good."

Blade turned back to Nyssa and Assad. "You want to catch the hunter? You start with the prey. We target all the night places where vampires congregate. Blood banks, safe houses. The bigger, the better. So," his arms swung in anticipation. "What's first?"

Nyssa looked at Assad. "The House of Pain."

"The House of Pain?" Ulyena asked. "What is that? A vampire dominatrix warehouse?"

"No," Assad answered. "It's a dance club for vampires, except a lot more than dancing takes place, Iris."

"It's Ulyena." She said.

"Do you think we can get her to dance to watch over the club?"

Before Ulyena could object, Blade nodded. "Perfect. We can keep track of her and she can tell us when someone suspicious shows up."

She gave him the dirtiest look known to man. "Poshel na khuĭ." She said under her breath.

Translations:
Nyet: No
Spasibo: Thanks
Poshel na khuĭ: Fuck you