Disclaimer: I don't own Blade or Chase or Krista. Qué sorpresa.
Notes: This is not -in any way, shape or form- meant to be serious. Please treat it as such (grins)
"Remember what happened last time you played the 'holier-than-thou, messiah-complex-obsessed martyr'?"
"Yes, you fainted like a weak little girl right in the middle of the fight! And I had to carry you back!" (sotto voce) "You're lucky you've got a great arse..."
"What was that?"
(a petulant pause, followed by an impatient sigh)
"Drink, or I will kill the first person I come across tonight and make you feed off them."
"-Wouldn't? Oh Krista, your naivety is so…endearing. Or it would be if didn't fill me with the desire to drain you dry and finally rid myself of the headache your presence gives me!"
"Y'know what Chase? Fu-"
(a long, tense silence follows, then- there come loud slurping sounds)
"-Hah. Satisfied? I drank it all, so let's damn well get moving."
"…You just downed eight pints of AB negative."
"That's what you wanted isn't it? For me to lose even more of my humanity. Go ahead and get your kicks you sick bitch."
"…You ignorant little- no one knocks back that much blood at once you stupid newborn! That was my dinner too!"
"I said 'drink', not gulp the whole lot down like a frat boy with his first kegger! Half of it was for me!"
"Save it. I'll stop and get someone on the way, but you…you are really going to be regretting that later tonight…"
"Use your imagination Krista, although I know that it is difficult with the empty jarhead the army left you with."
"I just can't win with you people, can I."
"And where would the fun in that be?"
"You call tormenting me fun?"
"Oh look, you missed a spot, you messy eater, you."
(there come loud -enthusiastic- slurping sounds...and several low moans...)
Later that night...
"Not now Krista."
"I said 'not now'."
(a long-suffering sigh)
"Yes, oh irritating fangling of my unbeating heart?"
"...I...need to- to uh, leave for a minute."
"I really need to leave Chase."
"...In the middle of a stakeout."
"In the middle of a highly sensitive stakeout."
"In the middle of a highly sensitive stakeout where if we lose our target Marcus will personally stake us to crosses and then leave outside until the sun rises and we get crispier than Peking duck."
"In the middle of a-"
"Dammit Chase, for the love of God YES!"
"I said 'no', a word, in this case meaning; 'absolutely under no circumstance can you leave this car'."
"Ooh, say that again about an octave lower, with a low moan on the end. That really turned me on before."
"...I hate you."
"Keep telling yourself that darling, but bear in mind you'll be the one paying the therapy bills in the end. I hear denial is especially expensive -watch out for psychiatrists, they can bleed you dry."
(an amused chuckle follows the unintentional pun while Krista emits a low growl of frustration)
"Do my ears deceive me? Did my grumpy fledgling actually request something for once?"
"Please Chase. I'll be gone only a minute, I swear. It's an emergency."
"...Krista, you really need to learn to take care of these sexual frustrations before you get in such close quarters with me. Granted, it is flattering you're so affected by my presence but really, it's so...unprofessional. What would Marcus say?"
"Alright, fine, go have your fun. Although I do think it's rather rude you haven't invited me along to help, seeing as I am the one you're going to be fantasising about."
(a car door slams, shortly followed by angry footsteps stomping away)
(sound of an electric car window winding down)
"Don't forget to wash your hands."
Author's note: Come on. All that blood doesn't just disappear into the ether once they drink it!
Btw: Sotto voce (literally "under voice"), an Italian expression, means to speak under one's breath or to speak confidentially. Actual translation means "Soft Voice".