Chapter Text
"Tell me, Daywalker, what makes you think you can kill me?"
It was a typical day, really. Breakfast was spent with listening to Abigail and Hannibal make snarky remarks toward one another as they tried to hide their mutual feelings of affection. Lunch was spent meditating and then doing inventory over the remaining amount of serum, maybe even listen to Zoe tell one of the stories her mother told her. Dinner was spent listening to Hannibal make dick jokes while Abigail filled him in on a vampire hangout spot that needed to be obliterated. The usual.
Now, in the dimly lit, foul-smelling abandoned building that was supposed to act as a nightclub of sorts, there was this fool.
"I am hundreds of years old! You are but a child, a baby, compared to me! I could rip you apart, and - "
That was all the narcissistic vampire could manage to get out before Eric Brooks, better known as Blade, sliced him in half. The nameless, unimportant, and dead vampire's lover - who had been writhing around on the floor in what was likely meant to be a seductive way - screeched in both fury and fear. If he cared, Blade would have felt sorry. But, he didn't, so he did not.
"Your turn," Blade said, turning his gleaming sword in the direction of the female, ready to slice her apart too. They'd fed on three teenagers, ripping the throats of the poor humans out, and that was something Blade would have to be in the grave to overlook. Sometimes, stupid humans deserved getting fed on for being exactly where they knew they shouldn't, but children were innocent.
The vampire leaped to her feet and hissed, her icy blue eyes narrowed. "Fuck you, Daywalker! I'm going to kill you!" She lunged, arms outreaching as if she would be luckier than her lover in this song and dance that Blade was far too adept at.
She wasn't.
As Blade wiped the blood from his Adamantium sword, Hannibal and Abigail made their way into the room. He didn't bother looking up at them. They didn't expect him to.
"Oh, c'mon," Hannibal immediately whined. "We wanted to watch this time as you turned the fang-tastic whore into ash! You know, Abby here was dying to get a peek!"
As one would surmise, Abigail didn't find Hannibal funny - at least, not outwardly. "Shut the fuck up. Let's get going. I want to actually get around four hours of sleep tonight."
"Four hours? What, are you going into hibernation? Fuck, Mama Bear..." Abigail rolled her eyes at the sudden nickname being thrown at her. Hannibal grinned. "And, ya know, Fuck Mama Bear."
Blade wondered why he bothered hanging around with these kids. He felt like the world's most deadly third wheel.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"What the - What the actual fuck?!" Kianna Jones screamed into the silent building. Blood was everywhere, coating the walls thickly as the paint must have long ago - and that was to be expected in an underground vampire club. Bodies of familiars littered the floor, necks angled in weird positions, as if snapped. Some had gunshot wounds or had arrows sticking out of them. It all just added to the red, sticky pool on the floor. Mixed into the gory mess were charred bits and pieces that would have turned anyone's stomach.
Kianna wasn't anyone.
Who the hell did this? Damn it, I was supposed to get the drop on these motherfuckers first! Professor X is going to kill me... The woman of average height with her hair pulled back in an afro-puff ponytail glared around her. Not a single one of the bodies on the floor showed any sign of life, so calling in Phoenix or the professor would be a waste of time.
"Now I've gotta go home empty handed," Kianna grumbled, turning on her heel and stomping out of the room before the cops decided to make an appearance. "Fuckin' vamps, ruining what was supposed to be my damn night off..."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Three weeks, and many kills later, it was yet another typical day. Hannibal accidentally and horribly insulted Abigail at breakfast instead of complimenting her, and Blade was pleased to see the hilarious way in which she ripped him a new one. It wasn't until lunchtime where the poor man was able to reconcile with the huntress. Blade was disappointed his entertainment ended so soon. By dinner, guess who had another spot they needed to crash into?
"These guys have been making moves to begin their own human farm," Abigail said, her voice hardening at the thought of yet another of those cruel places being constructed.
It didn't take anymore convincing for Blade. He was always ready to kill a vampire.
As typical days go, Blade was forced to listen to another speech from a vampire who thought they were going to survive. Blade already had his sword out, really to silence the female as soon as the Nightstalkers made there way to him - he was trying to compromise and allow them to question the heads of these groups. Regardless, Blade was utterly pissed about the way this particular "Queen" was acting. Did she not realize that literally all of her friend were either dead or dying at her feet? How could they be so cold and uncaring? If one of his - no. He couldn't think about that. He'd already lost Whistler.
"Shut the hell up!" Blade finally snapped, taking his sunglasses off. He pointed them at the vampire. "What is up with all of y'all going on and on? Can't y'all die quietly for once?"
"How dare you! I am - "
The sound of footsteps caught Blade's attention. They were soft, but undoubtedly there. His warm brown eyes looked around for the source. The vampire in front of him shrieked about his rudeness and refusal to, "gaze upon real power." Blade held up a gloved hand, trying to quiet her so he could hear whoever was approaching them at a leisurely pace.
Not even a second later, the vampire was made into a small pile of ash, her screams echoing longer than she remained.
Blade stared, unable to comprehend what he just witnessed. How was he going to explain this to the Nightstalkers? "What the - "
"Yeah, I know," a disembodied voice said, sounding pissed off. A sigh filled the air as Blade gripped his sword even tighter. The voice unexpectedly took on a mocking tone, "'What the literal fuck, bro? Like, how'd she die, man? Was that magic? Oh, my god, it was a ghost!' Haha! Could you imagine ghosts being real? That'd freakin' suck!"
"Who the hell are you? Show yourself!"
Another sigh. "Fine. Just don't...hack me to pieces, 'kay? Like, I just got the bloodstains from last week's battle with Magneto's goons. I ain't trying to explain to Logan that I was sent to fight some vamps without him."
Before Blade could make a remark about not giving a flying fuck about this Logan guy, his breath caught in his throat. A gorgeous black woman with thick hair pulled back into a ponytail stood before him, an afro-puff giving her a youthful look even though the grim look in her dark brown eyes showed she was far from her days of childhood. Full lips that pursed in expectation of a wild reaction from him made a surprising stirring in Blade's gut. Although she was the one to kill his target, Blade couldn't see a weapon of any kind on her. He didn't like how warm the sight of the latex suit the woman wore clung to every curve of her body. Since when did he last have these feelings?
Oh, yeah, when he last saw Karen.
"Are you the dude who has been shredding to shit all of my missions?" the woman snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. "Do you know how inconveniencing it is to have to mentally prep myself to go out and kill these guys, suit up and walk in only to find that there is no action for me? Hmm? Do you?" She didn't wait for him to answer. Blade realized his hand not holding his sword was still hovering in the air, glasses pointed in the direction of the mysterious woman. "I hate leaving the mansion, pal. Hate it! If you're going to, I dunno, wreck these bitches, and fuck up some shit all the time, can you swing a message my way so I don't have to leave my home next time?" Her right hand went into her pocket and she fished out a disposable phone. It was tossed carefully on the floor between them.
He blinked at it and then at her.
"Great, you've gone mute. What, is this your first time seeing a mutant? Screw you, you judgemental bitch! I'm a mutant and proud. You don't see me judging you for being a hybrid - that's what you are, right? Like, I am pretty sure that after looking at you, you're that Knife guy."
Blade didn't know whether to correct her about his name or the fact that he wasn't anti-mutant.
She didn't even give him a chance. The woman shook her head, gave him one last disapproving look and then disappeared as quickly as she appeared. The only sign of her presence in the room was the slow footsteps of hers that led to an ajar window in the little basement.
"Oh, really? Didn't we have a talk about this?" Hannibal's voice cut into the room. "You were supposed to wait for us before you executed Mary Antoinette!"
"...I did."
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Why do ya smell like blood?"
Kianna did her best to keep from flinching or sniffing herself. Even after a long, hot shower, Logan was still able to smell the scent of the vampires and their familiars that she had to kill on her way into the vampire club. Damn his keen senses! "Why do you smell like beer? It's only 10:00AM."
"That's late enough."
"For severe alcoholics, I guess."
"Shut up. You makin' lunch or what?"
"It's Scott and Piotr's turn to make lunch."
Logan grumbled, his attention to Kianna's scent expertly diverted. It was her second victory within the past 24 hours, and that felt pretty damn good.