I do not own Blade, yadda yadda yadda. Nor Do I own Deacon Frost, Karen Jensen, that Dumbass Quinn, and so on and so forth.
Zoe's watch beeped at exactly one AM. She shoved the covers off of her. She was already dressed in some flexible black stretch pants and a black baby T. She grabbed her backpack and snuck downstairs. She checked on Piper, and then snuck out the door. She started the car, pulled out, and started for the docks.
David was waiting for her. She parked the car and shrugged her pack back on her back. "Thanks for coming," she said gratefully. "Here," she said, handing him a band of silver stakes. "Silver, tipped with garlic." She handed him a pair of night vision goggles. "We're going to need those where we're going."
Zoe and David walked down the busy New York streets, catching their cab. It took them as far as possible, and David and Zoe started down the less crowded streets again. "Here's the plan," Zoe said. "We get into the temple, lace the place with bombs, and get out. The Vampires can't resurrect anything if there's no temple to do it with."
David nodded. "Sounds like a plan. . ."
Zoe took a deep breath. This was it. This was her plan, her mission. And it would work.
It had too.
Zoe hadn't known what to expect – but with her luck, it figured the whole damn temple was crawling with the vampires. She looked at David, who nodded, and they started scaling the walls. They stopped on the roof, opened the hatch, and slid down the ladder. "We'll start in the main chamber," Zoe whispered. David nodded, and they started for the bottom. They slowly approached the chamber around a corner, and Zoe gabbed Davids arm, signaling for him to stop.
Vampires filled the chamber, and they were chanting quietly. Zoe looked around. It was as though time had stopped here: Ash still littered the floor, as did silver stakes. There was a large blood stain in the middle of the chamber, glass gathered around it.
The torches dimmed and finally went out as the chanting grew louder. Zoe watched in horror as the torches erupted again, and the spot where the blood stain was boiling. The blood staining the floor was in the air, as though gravity didn't exist, and Zoe's stomach clenched as pieces of skin and bone flew towards the blood, covering it. It started to take the shape of a man. Zoe looked around the chamber, and was horrified to see the same thing was happening all over the chamber. Bodies were reforming: A burly man's head was being reattached, his braids flinging around his head; a blonde, fair woman was gasping for breath as she looked around frantically. All around them, vampires were reforming. Right in the middle of it, a man with brown, messy hair and shinning eyes –and fangs – was embracing his body again. He smiled, his fangs gleaming, as he clapped the vampires that had been chanting on the backs.
"Wow, you guys are just so fuckin' thoughtful," he said, his arms draped around two of them like they had known each other for years. Zoe looked at David to see his face reflecting her own horror.
"Is that –?"
"Uh-huh," Zoe said, and just then she felt like vomiting. "Forget the mission; we have to get back to the base a report this!"
"Hell-o, what have we here? A couple of young vampire hunters?" Zoe jumped, startled, at the voice right behind her. She turned her head to look at him. The man had a sarcastic smirk, and there was a lazy air about him.
He leaned forward towards her neck. Zoe was frozen, petrified, as he ran his nose across her bare shoulder and up her neck, inhaling deeply. "Smells like Blade." He took her head in his hand and looked her in the eyes. "I'd guess Vampire by the way you dress, but you smell human."
"Vampirism is a disease!" She spat.
"It's a blessing," he whispered to her.
"Keep your blessing, Frost. Get your damn hands off me."
He smiled, his fangs gleaming again. "I'm flattered. What's your name, kid?"
"None of your business!" She snapped, and shoved him. Frost allowed her to do so; she knew he could have held her there. But instead, he allowed her to take a few steps back.
"I like your spirit. Take the boy, do what you want. I'll take the Hunter myself." Frost grabbed Zoe by her upper arm and pulled her along. "I expect to have a full chamber ready for me when I return!" He shouted as he pulled Zoe out the door. He stopped, shaking his head. "A Porsche. I guess they could have done worse . . ." He shrugged and pushed Zoe into the frost passanger seat, then got around to the driver's seat and had the car started before Zoe could even blink. "I've evolved a bit since last time I was here, so you know," he said, revving the car and speeding out of the area. "So, you know, if you try and run or anything . . ." Zoe glared at him, leaning her head against the window. Plan, plan, need a plan . . .
"So tell me, Zoe," Frost said, and Zoe looked at him. His eyes drifted to her wristband, the one that had her name in curvy letters that her mother had given to her. Frosts eyes went back to the road. "Zoe. Why is such a beautiful young lady hunting Vampires of all things?"
She just glared at him. After a moment, he tried again. "Guess you're working with Blade, huh? Hey, outta curiosity, did Whistler ever turn? I mean, I bet Quinn like three hundred dollars he would, and –"
"They cured him," Zoe said blankly. "They found Whistler, and they cured him."
Frosts lip curled. "Oh, right. Karen Jenson's miracle cure. Guess it works, huh? So what's the old man up too these days?"
"Guess the cancer finally caught up to him, then?"
"He died doing what he was best at: Fighting."
"Well, that's a bright side," Frost said, narrowly dodging a cab. "Now I don't have to put up with him; he was half the threat."
Zoe smiled a bit.
Frost looked at her, then back at the road. "What? The old man was a crazed jackass with a shotgun."
"You haven't met his daughter, then."
The car screeched to a stop, and Frost was suddenly on her side of the car, yanking her out of the car. Zoe looked at the building they were in front of. It was the Nightstalkers base!
"You're not going to kill me?" She asked.
"Nah," Frost smirked. "But, I want you to give Blade a message from his old buddy D." He grabbed her by the neck so hard it lifted her off the ground. She coughed, clutching at his hand as he brought her face inches from hers. "Tell Blade that we're back on top, and if he has the good grace to give it up, we'll spare him and his friends." He released her, and Zoe fell to the ground, coughing and choking. Frost dug his fingernails down her arm and her stomach, and she screamed. Frost calmly got in the car and drove off, leaving Zoe on the ground with her arm and belly gushing blood.
Things were getting hazy when she saw Blade running out the door, getting closer to her. She lifted her head at him. "B-Blade . . . help me." Blade leaned down, taking her in his arms. She let her head loll onto his chest. A trickle of blood was coming from her mouth as he walked towards the door. He kicked it shut behind him, and Abby came running downstairs, tying her robe.
"What in the world is going on – Zoe . . .!" Hannibal came in behind Abby, heat and anger surging in his eyes.
Karen was clearing a medical table. "Lay her down here," she demanded. "Shes losing to much blood."
"Zoe," King said, stroking her hair back from her face. "Baby, who did this to you?"
She tried to talk, and nothing came out. She coughed for a minute before shuddering. "D-Deacon Frost."
Karen stiffened, exchanging a look with Blade. He frowned. "He's dead."
"Vampires b-brought him b-back. . . him and others . . ."
Karen shook her head, muttering something about motherfucking vampires, as she cleaned Zoe's wounds.
"Did Frost bite you?" she demanded.
"No. He wanted me to tell Blade . . . That he would spare us if he gave up."
"So what do we do?" demanded Abby.
"What else can we do?" Blade replied. "We hunt."