Ongoing Path – The Blade Universe
By Stargatesg1fan1
Disclaimer: I own nothing of any recognized characters or universes within. I merely play in the worlds and inside the bodies of the characters created by other writers.
Females bonded to Harry Potter in this universe:
Danica Talos is played by Parker Posey
Abigail Whistler is played by Jessica Biel
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"We still aren't quite sure what is fact and what is fiction when it comes to Dracula. We doubt he can turn into mist. But shape shifting into different forms of the same relative mass is a possibility," Abby explained. "We need Intel."
"Then let's go find a Familiar. We'll take my ride," the mage declared.
"Your ride…we broke you out of jail," Hannibal pointed out.
"You might as well get used to being surprised by me," Harry suggested.
A few minutes later Abby and Hannibal completely agreed with the mysterious human-vampire hybrid. The trio had arrived on the pier to see no vehicle. But then the hybrid had removed a small remote from his vest and pushed a button. A sleek midnight black vehicle shimmered into view. The car was better armored than any tank but one couldn't tell that from a glance. Comprised of hyper-Alteran composites the vehicle could survive anything that Earth had to throw at it.
"Nice," Abby declared, impressed. "Shotgun," the beauty added as she climbed into the passenger seat. Abby pulled her laptop out of her bag and hooked up her mp3 player. "I like to listen to music while I hunt," Abby explained.
"Whatever you need to do to keep getting the job done," Harry replied. "But that equipment can get in the way. Car, compact audio generator," the sorcerer ordered.
A moment later a door slid open in the center console and a set of tiny ear buds designed to fit the beautiful hunter's auditory canals swam into view.
"Did the car just make those?" Hannibal asked in amazement.
"Yes, this vehicle is equipped with a molecular synthesizer. It can synthesize materials on a molecular level," Harry explained.
"Where does it store the playlists?" Abby asked as she examined the devices.
"Plug this into your USB port," the mage explained as he pointed to a wireless USB adapter that Abby hadn't noticed before in the console tray. "And just load the songs like normal. Everything is built in. Just say begin playlist and then the name of the playlist title when you want the songs to begin. Say stop playlist to stop the songs."
"Wicked," Abby declared.
"What else does this bucket do?" Hannibal asked.
"You haven't seen anything yet," Harry assured with a grin. "Sage, find us a familiar."
The car fired up its powerful engines and sped out of the docking area.
"Your car is alive," King declared with a grin.
"You have no idea," Harry assured with a matching grin.
The "car" was actually the next generation of Autobot designed with the fey god's most advanced science. The next several hours were spent putting the squeeze on many Familiars. The problem was locating a Familiar that was well positioned enough to know anything concrete about Drake.
"I think this one knows something," Harry declared as he stood over an unconscious vampire flunky. "Or more appropriately his phone knows what we need to know," added the sorcerer as he plugged a wireless jack into the bottom of the phone.
"How can you tell?" Abby asked curiously.
"I can smell Danica on him. Most likely this Familiar's handler has been in contact with Danica," the warlock explained.
"Your sense of smell is that powerful?" Abby asked in surprise.
"When it comes to women I never forget a scent," the mage assured before holographically projecting the results from his Autobot's analysis of the phone.
"Wicked," Hannibal declared at seeing the hologram.
"It looks like you were right," Abby pointed out as many of the calls recorded on the phone were from a Dr. E. Vance, the same Familiar that had come to visit Blade in the police station not long ago.
"I can track his exact whereabouts via his phone," Harry announced.
"Let's go get him," Hannibal suggested.
Harry led the way into the office building where Vance was located.
"You can't just walk in here like that," a security guard said in protest before Hannibal disabled the man swiftly.
The metal detector went off as Harry passed through. The mage delivered a swift jab to the guard on his right while Abby knocked the man on the left out with a kick to the head. Hannibal dissuaded the guard at the counter from calling the police with a drawn weapon while Harry dispatched several more guards. Up several flights of stairs and the trio reached Vance's office. There was no serious resistance as the frightened receptionist stood up.
"Where's Vance?" Abby demanded.
"I'm sorry but Dr. Vance is unavailable," the secretary announced before Harry and Hannibal began taking out the security on that level.
"Sit," Abby ordered the much more compliant receptionist as Harry strode over to a set of double doors and threw them open.
"Can I…Can I help you?" A man who appeared to be Dr. Vance asked with a white button down shirt open at the top and no glasses.
"Stay back," Harry warned as he grabbed his two companions by an arm each and held them back. "That isn't Vance. Hello Drake."
Drake dropped Vance's form and reverted to his preferred human appearance. The first vampire yelled in rage and shoved Vance's desk at the trio of vampire hunters. Harry kicked out with his foot and halted the large desk cold before kicking it back at Drake. The desk returned to sender with much greater speed and force. Drake was caught by surprise and pushed out the window behind him.
"I'll be back," Harry declared before jumping out the window after Drake.
The first vampire had landed on his feet and was already jumping down to street level, landing on a parked car. Harry followed suit, hot on drake's tail. Drake ran into a packed caged walkway, pushing past pedestrians. Once he cleared the walkway the vampire ran out into the street, leaping over several car hoods. The ancient vampire then ran down the center of the street. Drake cut into a building by running through the glass fronted door and up a flight of stairs. The sorcerer kept up with his prey easily but stayed back far enough to allow Drake to think the chase wasn't very easy. All throughout the chase the fey reality traveler was tracking Drake with extra-dimensional senses. Drake ran past a dog and its owner. The canine began barking loudly at Drake because it sensed the powerful predator as a potential threat to its master. When Harry ran by the dog whimpered and backed away, realizing the god was something beyond its hope to defend against.
Harry almost flew up the flight of stairs and around the corner after Drake but managed to keep his flight powers inactive. Drake crashed through a wooden door of an apartment and jumped out the window to crash into an apartment across the alley. Drake turned and stared at the mage for a moment before taking off again. Harry became a blur as he used his enhanced speed to catch up with the first vampire.
"Well he's definitely evil," Selene declared as she arrived beside her mate, slightly slower than him when it came to running.
Selene's comment was in response to Drake's attempt to grab a baby as a hostage. The replicats tailing the ancient vampire had acted according to their directives and had replaced the baby with a liquid-nanite composed duplicate.
"We knew that my love," Harry pointed out. "Aristotle won't let Drake irreparably harm any innocents."
The couple could hear the cries of the fake baby as they ran up a spiraling staircase towards the roof of an apartment building. Drake was standing on a ledge at the edge of the roof when Harry approached.
"I've been told about your weakness for humans Daywalker," Drake declared as Harry stared intently at him.
"Did you get tired of Vance? Is that why you drained him or do you just not have any control over your thirst," the fey taunted.
Drake's features tightened and his eyes flashed red in anger. Harry had struck a nerve.
"Sooner or later the thirst overcomes us all Blade," Drake assured.
"I've heard that from many vampires before you," Harry pointed out. "So, the vampires of this era brought you back to gain your resistance to sunlight among other things."
"Yes," the vampire confirmed. Looking down at the busy street below Drake said, "Look at those blood bags…scurrying about like busy insects. Any knowledge of honor or living by the sword is lost to all but you and I Blade. Do you think they have any hope of grasping the reality of immortality?"
"There you go again acting all cliché. Thousands of your kind have made the same claim of immortality and they are all now dust beneath my boots," the sorcerer assured.
"Perhaps that will be my fate but I prefer to believe the next time we meet you will taste my blade," Drake replied before tossing the baby which screamed.
Harry made a show of catching the fake baby while Drake escaped.
"He was rather cliché wasn't he," Selene mused as she became visible.
"And he smelled musty," the god concluded.
"I suspect that will happen when you sleep for thousands of years in a tomb in the middle of the desert," Selene pointed out amusedly.
"I know…I'm just saying…the dude smelled musty," Harry asserted with a grin at his woman.
"You'd best be getting back to the others or they'll be worried about you," Selene suggested.
Harry nodded and disappeared, reappearing at the entrance to Vance's office.
"Blade," Abigail said with a smile to announce the vampire hunter's return. "Are you alright?"
"Of course, Drake and I just had a little chat," Harry assured.
"We'd best get out of here before the Familiar cops come around," Hannibal suggested.
"I doubt we have to worry much. The vamps will want to sweep this Vance thing under the rug. None-the-less let's head back to the boat," the fey agreed.
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Abby slowly removed her gear as she headed towards her room. The young woman was recalling her father's story about his dead family and how that first vampire Whistler had encountered had toyed with that family. Abby was shaken after having been in the same room as Dracula. Even though she didn't show it on the outside Abigail Whistler had been terrified. The power of Dracula was palpable in that room. He was a super predator and it was apparent in his actions and mannerisms. Blade was also incredibly powerful but in a more restrained way. Blade didn't look like he was about to kill someone without hesitation.
Abigail's thoughts refocused on the dark hunter because thoughts of Blade were so much more pleasant than thoughts of Dracula. The young woman by this point had reached her room and quickly finished stripping off her clothes while turning on the shower. The water was just the right temperature by the time the brunette got in the stall. Hot showers felt amazing after a hunt. Something else also felt amazing. Biting her bottom lip Abby braced herself against the tiled wall with her left hand and slid her right hand down between her thighs. A moan escaped Abby's lips as she began to work her folds. Thoughts of Blade filled the young woman's mind as she pleasured her sex. Abby could imagine she felt his hard length pushing into her snatch and stroking away at her insides. Abby quickly grew lost in her pleasure but her mind snapped back to reality as she felt the unmistakable sensation of a dick pushing into her body.
Smut Scene Redacted (See hpfanficarchive or ficsite for erotic versions)
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Back at the headquarters of the vampire leaders of New York Danica was gazing out the window overlooking the bustling nightlife of the city below. The immortal female was distracted by her master's erotic experiences over the bond she shared with him so she did not at first sense Drake's approach.
"Why do you wear that symbol?" Drake asked in reference to Danica's cross.
"I wear it from an old habit. I was raised a good Catholic schoolgirl," Danica replied.
"I was there when they crucified him," said the shirtless Dracula. "He died for their sins…not mine. Take it off."
"Why?" Danica asked curiously.
The replicat assigned to protect Danica communed with the replicats monitoring Drake and sensed the first vampire's intent towards the attractive slave of their master. Without Drake being aware the Danica he saw before him was replaced with a human-form replicator duplicate complete with synthetic plasma.
"I will make you a better symbol," Drake declared as he closed the distance between himself and the decoy.
The decoy removed the cross and was rewarded by Dracula beginning to feed off of her. As the decoy fell back to the nearby bed weak with blood loss Drake towered over her.
"There is an old saying…kill one man and you are a murderer, kill a million and you are a king, and if you kill them all you are a god," the first vampire suggested before continuing to feed on the decoy.
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Sommerfield called a meeting that evening with an announcement.
"I have located where the vampires are working out of. Biomedica Enterprises has been buying tech polymerase, bone marrow growth supplement, and genetic sequencing enzymes," the biologist explained.
"Do you want a party favor?" Hedges asked Abby.
With a smile Abby instructed, "Lucky number seven, silver hollow points."
"Done," Hedges replied before going off to create the party favor.
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Harry, Abby, and Hannibal sat in Harry's Autobot vehicle under heavy cloak outside of the Biomedica facility where all of the shipments were being made. An attractive Asian vampire, Virago, sat on her car hood smoking as the Familiar Chief of Police of New York pulled up.
"You wanted to see me?" The Chief prompted.
"We have trouble," Virago replied as Harry stepped out of his car followed by his two comrades.
The female vampire had been warned that should she not comply with the hunter's demands and try to warn the chief she would be put down.
"Shit," the Chief declared as he made to draw his weapon.
"Don't even touch it," Abby warned as she held up her own gun.
The Chief wisely put his hands in the air. Virago proved that she was lacking in intelligence by choosing that moment to try to jump the famed Blade from the side. The god's hand snapped out and caught the dumb bitch by the throat. Virago flailed helplessly as she tried to pry her captor's fingers away from her throat.
"Hannibal," Harry said as he drew a collar out of his tactical vest along with a small remote. "This bitch will make a nice present for you. If she pisses you press the button. If she tries to harm you or any human this collar will make sure she regrets it."
As Hannibal caught the collar Harry tossed Virago his way. The vampire tried rushing King but fell to the ground twitching in agony, unable to even vocalize her pain her agony was so great. Several moments later the vampire was released from the punishment.
"She'll learn quickly," the sorcerer assured.
"Thanks," Hannibal replied.
"Don't mention it," Harry said.
"Lead the way Chief," Abby ordered while gesturing towards the building with her gun.
"I can't do that…the vampires will kill me," the Chief announced, fear plain on his features and demeanor.
This Familiar was single and had no children that would miss him. Harry was very likely to kill the Chief of Police himself given the terrible crimes the minion had committed at the orders of his vampire masters.
"Fair enough," Harry replied before drawing his light-saber in one swift motion and lopping the crooked cop's forearm off at the elbow. As the man dropped to his knees screaming in pain and clutching his stump the sorcerer mercifully kicked the mortal in the head, knocking the cop unconscious. "We don't need all of you," the fey declared as he retrieved the severed appendage and used it on the nearby rune scanner.
As the massive doors opened to the warehouse Hannibal pointed out, "We could have just had her do it."
Hannibal was indicating his new pet.
"Where's the fun in that," the deity said rhetorically.
As Harry activated the nearby light switch Abby whispered, "God in heaven."
The sight that greeted the hunters was one of horror. Hundreds of humans were suspended between transparent sheets of thick plastic, their bodily fluids clearly visible being exchanged with the life support machines lining each blood extraction unit.
"So this is the vampire final solution," Hannibal said. "Blood farming…that's fucked up!"
There was a human female sitting on a monitoring station.
"The old hunting method is inefficient. Under optimal conditions these donors can generate from fifty to a hundred pints of blood," Virago announced with a smirk. "We have processing centers in every major city. With two or three million homeless in America at all times nobody even noticed the missing. They're all in a chemical induced coma and are brain dead."
Hannibal pressed the button on his remote and the bitch dropped to the ground twitching in silent pain. Harry walked over to the young woman on monitoring duty. She was a new initiate to the Familiar status and hadn't yet done anything truly irredeemable.
"You're going to go back to your old life and forget you ever heard of vampires. If you go back to crawling on your knees for blood suckers I will know and I will chop your head off," the deity assured, reinforcing his statement with his aura.
"Yes Sir," the woman answered with a stutter.
"Get out of here," Harry growled.
"What do we do now?" Abby asked.
"We put these people out of their misery," the warrior mage announced as he pulled a device out of his tactical vest. "This explosive will do the job. Go wait in the car and I'll be right out."
When Abby and Hannibal had left the warehouse Selene asked, "Send them to Utopia-Rebirth?"
"Yes, that seems like the best option," Harry agreed. "We'll need to retrieve the others when we shut these monsters down for good. Even the worst vampires in your universe weren't this cold. At least Victor never tried turning humans into vegetables."
"True enough," Selene agreed as the mortals in the warehouse vanished via wormhole transporter to a world in the Utopian Empire specifically designed to rehabilitate beings which had suffered terrible trauma in their life.
The warehouse exploded brilliantly as Harry's vehicle drove off.
"I always love explosions," Hannibal declared with a grin as a grumpy Virago rolled her eyes at him.
On the drive back Harry sensed his wards being used protecting the Nightstalker base. The deity's replicats informed him that the attempted attacker was none other than Dracula himself. But the first vampire was unable to locate the base no matter how hard he tried. Drake gave up shortly before the hunting team returned.
As the quartet entered the boat Harry instructed, "Get some rest. We're going after Drake in eight hours."
"Are you serious?" Hannibal asked.
"Of course he is serious. I agree with Blade. After what we just saw we need to dust these evil vamps," Abby declared.
"Well if you're onboard then count me in. Come precious," King beckoned Virago. "I have some stress I need to work off after what we just saw."
Virago didn't even protest this time because she knew the remote controlled pain could be used on her.
"I have some stress of my own I would like to work off," Abby suggested sultrily with a small smile.
"I would be a fool to turn down such a suggestion," Harry replied.
"And you are no fool," Abby asserted as she took her man's hand and led him to her quarters and her bed.
The god tired his mate out and ensured she would have a restful sleep until it was time to hunt down Drake and various vampire minions. Meanwhile the sorcerer was setting up various preparations for the coming confrontation. Harry had his orbiting cruiser create body armor for Abby and Hannibal quite similar to what he had gifted to his wife Lara a few universes back in his multi-verse exploration. Hannibal wouldn't be told about many of the features of the armor and neither would Abby for that matter. But both suits of armor would protect their wearer thanks to a built in replicat class artificial intelligence. The brilliant fey blended in some Iron-Man tech into the armor to enhance the wearer's strength significantly. At least that was the case with Hannibal's armor. Abby would be told she had the same capabilities but really the suit's AI would just be tapping into her new repertoire of abilities granted to all of the sex god's wives. The AI would have to be careful or Abby would demolish any opponent she met as if they were tissue paper. A Kryptonian's full strength was kind of overkill against a run of the mill vampire.
Selene helped with some of the preparations as well. The gorgeous super-vampire synthesized quite a supply of Daystar virus for Sommerfield and then altered the mortal woman's mind to make the formerly blind woman think she had been the one to create such a stockpile. When Selene teleported onto her husband's cruiser and saw the holographic design he was putting the finishing touches on she approved.
"I do so love the way you think my love," Selene purred into her man's ear as she pressed herself against his back. "That will be skintight on Abby and she will look stunning in it."
"I'm sure you won't mind how Hannibal looks either," Harry pointed out with a grin.
"I will admit he is pleasing to the eye. Maybe later you could shift into his form and I could ride you until you pass out," Selene teased.
It was a standard joke among Harry's wives that they would ride him into unconsciousness. In fact it was always the other way around. None of the women, either alone or in groups, had managed to sexually exhaust their husband.
"I have a feeling that at some point in the future I will be jumping into one of his counterparts," Harry suggested.
"That'll work," Selene agreed. "Now send that design off the fabricators and come give your wife some attention."
"I can do that," Harry agreed, happily letting a second female lead him off to her bed for the second time in a span of two hours.
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"If Daystar works every vampire in the immediate vicinity should perish almost instantly," Sommerfield informed the team going to assault the vampires' stronghold. Blade, I don't know what this will do to your immune system."
"Don't worry, my physiology can handle Daystar," Harry assured the woman.
Sommerfield looked relieved as she nodded her understanding.
"I've weaponized Daystar into a compressed gas cylinder which can be propelled from one of the multi-barreled guns or from a bow," Sommerfield announced.
"I've already got the bolt tips and gun rounds fitted into the proper size and container," Hedges added. "They're in these ammo cases," the short man explained as he handed a case to Abby and Hannibal each.
"Let's go kick some ass," Hannibal declared.
"Not so fast," Harry replied. "First put these on," the sorcerer directed as he approached a nearby storage locker and opened the door to reveal two pairs of body armor.
"Sweet," Abby said, grabbing the armor obviously meant for her and running back to her room to change. Hannibal followed suit. The two hunters were back several minutes later. "How do I look?" Abby queried as she twirled around.
"As good as you taste," Harry assured with a wicked grin.
Hannibal did a double take at that response.
"Then let's go dust some vamps," Abby suggested with a grin as she put her gifted ear buds in and let the music role.
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When the trio arrived at the building Hannibal attached a device to the air conditioning unit of the target building which began pumping said building full of what was essentially silver dust. This wouldn't kill the vampires outright but it would certainly dull their wits and slow them down. Meanwhile Danica got the hell out of the building at her master's direction.
"It's time," Harry declared just before kicking in the heavily fortified steel door which served as the entrance to the upper levels of the building where the ruling body of vampires lived.
Immediately half a dozen security vamps covered in full black combat suits charged the intruders. The first two were hits with a spin kick which knocked them of consciousness. The next two received sharp jabs from the warrior warlock's fists that made sure they would be out for hours. There was a distinct possibility of brain damage. Harry progressed further into the building after removing the last two minions of the initial group. Dozens of security vampires continued to rush towards the Daywalker.
As the god reached the stairs and began walking up he encountered normally dressed vampires which he dispatched with ease. Meanwhile Abby had entered the fight, moving faster than she realized. The newly made young immortal's strength was also much greater than she realized now that she possessed the abilities of one of Harry's wives. Abby's replicat escort was coordinating with her nanites to ensure she had sufficient prowess to dispatch her enemies. Dispatch them she did, with grace.
Harry switched from merely inflicting harm on the vampires in his path to dusting them. The first vampire unlucky to be view this tactical switch had his heart ripped out. The second one received a vampire killing round in the heart as did the third.
"Use your light-saber," Selene suggested, floating in the air while concealed by phase cloak and watching her man.
Harry summoned his light-saber and began leaping to and from all different levels on the network of stars that navigated the building. Whenever a vampire appeared its head was promptly sliced off via the laser-sword. Dozens of vampires were trying to flee the building when they heard the Daywalker had arrived. Harry threw his light-saber and guided it telekinetically as it flipped around the room, cutting off escape for every vampire. A vampire tried tackling the hunter from the side but was caught in a powerful grip. With a flick of his wrist the vampire's head popped off.
"I always love it when you do that," Selene declared amusedly.
Meanwhile, Hannibal had entered the building only to encounter three experiments in the form of vampire-canine hybrids. Two Rottweilers and one Pomeranian had been spliced with the vampire gene. The dogs growled at Hannibal, their lower mandible separating apart into two halves filled with teeth. A blood sucking tongue that looked like some sort of demented straw extended out.
"Fuck this," King growled and drew his light-saber.
The dogs charged. The first Rottweiler lost its head easily enough but the second dodged the swipe of the glowing blade that took out its sibling. The creature's momentum knocked Hannibal over. The body armor absorbed the force of the impact that would have normally knocked the wind out of its wearer. The Rottweiler latched onto Hannibal's left arm while the Pomeranian tried to bite his leg. The armor stopped the creatures' efforts cold. King slashed the glowing blade through the two creatures and made a mental note to thank Blade later for providing the armor.
Meanwhile Abby killed the lights while her mate reached the upper level where Drake was waiting in partial plate armor.
"Blade," Dracula said in way of greeting. "Are you ready to be ripped out of existence?"
"You first," the sorcerer replied.
With a bellow Drake jumped upon the conference table taking up most of the room and charged Harry. The Infinity blade disguised as Blade's normal weapon met Dracula's weapon. The clash resulted in Drake's inferior blade shattering on impact.
Dracula stared stupidly at the hilt of his shattered weapon for a moment before saying, "That has never happened before."
"Actually it happens with my opponents a lot," Harry asserted before tossing his blade aside and throwing a powerful right hook that sent his opponent flying into the nearest girder hard enough to bend the beam.
"You choose to fight without a sword because I don't have one? Honorable but foolish," Drake growled as he stood quickly and ripped off his armor. Several vamps tried to interfere, including Danica's brother, but Abby and Hannibal dusted them all. "In this form you just might be slightly superior. But in my true form you cannot hope to match me."
Dracula began to change into his red armored and sharp ridged demonic form. The first vampire of his universe roared as his mandible split into two along with his upper jaw as well.
"Sadly I've killed uglier than you. And you aren't the only one with a true form," Harry announced with a growl as his skin blackened and his fingers extended into long sharp claws.
The hybrid of Selene's reality was revealed.
"Kick his ass baby," Selene cheered, actually going so far as to shift her clothes into a cheerleading outfit.
This sexy sight distracted the mage for a moment, allowing Drake to charge. As he drew the red skinned being drew the black skinned warrior to the ground the red tried latching onto the black with a four way split mandible and sucker tongue. A sharp jab into the vampire's temporal lobe staggered the creature enough for it to release its mandible. Moving swiftly the lycan-vampire hybrid was standing behind Dracula as the dazed being attempted to climb to a standing position. Harry's foot sped forward and smashed Dracula in the back of the head, right in the cerebellum, further disorienting the first vampire. The kick also served to impart a great deal of momentum into Dracula, sending the vampire crashing through the window and over a wide gap to smash face first into a steel girder across the walkway. Dracula dropped to the ground with a thud that crackled the floor deeply.
Harry jumped through the now destroyed conference room window and dropped to the floor next to Drake. The sorcerer reached down and grasped Drake by the throat, channeling a magic similar to a full body bind into the first vampire. Drake wasn't as stiff as a board and could move but only slowly. Abby had her shot lined up. Unknown to the beautiful vampire hunter her bow had been enhanced by her replicat bodyguard. The enhanced bow accelerated the arrow containing a dose of Daystar to such speeds Hannibal couldn't even see the arrow passing through the intervening space between Abby and Drake. Abby's enhanced physiology had no trouble following the projectile which drew a satisfied grin from her lips when she saw the arrow embed itself into Dracula's back. Drake roared in pain as the compressed cocktail flooded his system and began to eat away at his organs.
Harry released the dying creature from his magical grip and let Drake drop to his knees. The fey watched as a cloud of now highly effective Daystar was breathed into the atmosphere by the dying Dracula. The virus rapidly attacked any cells infected with the vampire virus of this universe. Selene and Harry had no trouble with the virus. Native vampires throughout the building were not as lucky as they died swiftly and painfully under the thrall of Daystar. Dracula returned to human-form after he managed to extract the arrow from his back. But the damage had already been done internally. Harry switched back to his human-appearing form as well.
"I find it ironic that all this time my offspring were striving to create a new kind of vampire when a perfect vampire already existed. I don't need to live on when the future of the vampire race rests with you Blade. You fought with honor and strength that I can respect. Allow me a parting gift. Sooner or later the thirst always wins," Dracula declared with a feral grin.
With a painful expression on his face Dracula then collapsed to the ground and died, his cellular structure indistinguishable from that of a normal human's when analyzed by scientists of the level that Earth was at.
"Boy was he wrong," Selene declared as she made herself visible to Abby and Hannibal.
With a snap of her fingers Drake's body vanished.
"Let's be off," Harry suggested as he floated up to the walkway Abby and Hannibal stood on.
"What the hell is going on?" Hannibal demanded as Selene touched down on the walkway next to him.
"Just relax handsome," Selene purred with a grin. "Just go with it."
"This is one of my wives, Selene," Harry introduced.
"You're married?" Abby asked as sadness and anger flooded her system. Then the implied plural sank into the young woman's consciousness and her intelligence kicked in. "You're not exactly from around here. Are you an alien?"
Abby's mental capabilities had drastically increased with her physiological upgrade and her powerful mind focused in on one possibility.
"That and so much more, dear," Selene assured with a warm smile for the newest wife. "I will be taking you through orientation. For now let's start with flying."
With that Selene took Abby's hand and pulled the younger woman into the air, phasing through the roof of the skyscraper and flying higher until they were out of sight to mortal eyes. Abby's startled cries still had the ears of the two men ringing.
"Wicked," Hannibal declared. "I take it there was more involved than just that collar keeping Virago compliant," the mortal man suggested, no idiot himself.
"You would be right my friend," Harry replied.
"What about Daystar? Don't we need to collect a sample of the enhanced virus?" Hannibal inquired.
"My replicats are taking care of that," the fey replied as the nanite composed beings became visible to Hannibal. "Already the finalized form is being replicated and transported into the vampire hotspots via teleportation. The days of the vampire race are numbered if they don't fall in line. They will learn to feed upon only donated blood or synthetic blood which I am also selling via a newly created company."
"Tell me more," Hannibal requested.
"Over a drink of course," Harry replied with a grin. "I will introduce you to a little something called Fire-whiskey. Are you afraid of heights?"
"Not really," Hannibal answered with a shrug of his shoulders.
With a grin Harry replied, "Good."
With that the two males rose up through the ceiling rapidly and shot higher and higher until they were several thousand feet in the air. A glowing energy shield formed a semi-transparent barrier beneath their feet. Under the control of a cloaked probe a bar formed and drinks were transported in.
"This is fucking amazing," Hannibal declared.
"My friend, you haven't experienced anything yet," the god assured.
Hannibal got the feeling that he would soon find out how right the powerful hunter was. Over the next hour Hannibal became roaring drunk. Then Abby and Selene returned with Abby exhilarated by all she had learned. The rest of the Nightstalkers were teleported in for an impromptu celebration for Dracula's defeat. Zoe of course was being entertained by a replicat. As parties tended to do when a sex god was present, this one devolved into an orgy where Hedges actually managed to lose his virginity. As the trio of immortals present enjoyed themselves with each other the mortals did likewise together. One thing was for sure, if not for the effects of Harry's aura Sommerfield would have been one sore woman in the morning.
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Rev 0 Posted 2/2/2014
I almost said the hell with it and took Path down after the review I got last week from a person who calls herself Lydia_Hood on hpfanficarchive. Her review is as follows:
Reviewer: Lydia_Hood
Date: January 29, 2014 11:13 AM Title: Chapter 60 - OP - Blade Verse P1
Another chapter for this story, nice its been a while... hopefully it will mean we'll see more in the close future. However their is somehing I have about to criticize about this story. While the entire story is entertaining and was one of my favorite for a long time, their is a massive flaw that is pretty much present in every chapters and that flaw is this: the female characters.
Now I don't know if the writer has a girlfriend... but... I would normally assume he doesn't based solely on the fact that otherwise his interaction with his girlfriend would have given him insight on a real female perspective and he might create better female characters, if he does have one and he inspired himself from her... well he found one of the few most depraved girls I could ever imagine, because he seriously fail at providing a good rendition of females in his story.
Let's take a look at how he write his girls... inevitably every girls in this story are dirty talking, sodomy loving, depraved nymphomanics... EVERY single one of them. Whatever shred of unique personality they might have had before Harry first sexed them then disappear entirely and they all become the same thing... I usually read his story from because of that nowadays, to avoid seeing the horrible sex scene which are extremely redundant and just the very same thing slightly twisted... all of them end up with every single girl becoming a sodomy fanatic and having anal sex by the end of virtually every sex scenes.
Look, first thing he probably doesn't seem to understand, that the girls don't get off anal sex like guys do, for guys it might be fun either being the one doing it or receiving it, but for girls... its not a particularly sensible area like for the guys, sure they might get a orgasm after the guy was able to spend himself several times inside her or if he provide some stimulation with his fingers of her sex and breasts, but otherwise? Unless one has some weird fetish of this, it won't get them off, and its FAR from the majority of the girls that have anywhere near this fetish. So I don't know where that convulated completely delusional idea that virtually every girls would love anal sex came from, but its wrong, completely wrong, the girls would prefer by FAR sexual intercourse than anal.
So yea, that is my major complain about this story, the lack of imaginativeness in the sex scenes and the lack of distinct personality of Harry's legion of lovers, and the unrealistic sexual mindset of the girls. Now this been going on for a long while, I might have complained before, but as I reread part of the story along with this chapter it hit me again how shallow and identical the personality and mindset of the girls are, so I decided to complain about it possibly again, I know it won't probably change, the author is far too set in his ways, but I felt that it should still be said and people that might think of reading this story should be aware of its problems.
I asked myself after reading this review why I bother posting my story online and sharing it with people when I get this much hatred. I clearly mark the smut scenes so people who don't want to read them don't have to. If she reads from why is she bothering to message me with this hateful message? I don't get that. For those of you who left me non-hate filled reviews I thank you. They somewhat make up for the trash I get from others.
Stargatesg1fan1
P.S. Check out the interview J.K. Rowling gave to Emma Watson in this month's issue of Wonderland Magazine where Rowling talked about the Ron/Hermione pairing.