Fan Fiction ❯ Blade III: Return Of The Blood God ❯ History and Meeting ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1:

16-year-old Autumn Summers walked through the old part of Bible city. Crossing the railroad tracks, Autumn brushed a stray piece of hair form her eyes as she came up to a local club. No point in trying to get into that place. Autumn thought as she stared at the club sign. A loud single shot echoed throughout the club and stared through the ground level windows. She watched a black man kill the majority of the vampires, while staking on to the wall. Autumn turned away from the club and began walking away from the club, when the doors burst open and a vampire ran through. Spotting Autumn, the creatures eyes turned a blood red and he let lose a low growl. Every bone in Autumn's body screamed at her brain to run, but fear held her in place. The vampire advanced on her and pinned her against the wall, with a large amount of force, leaning forward the creature bared his fangs and sunk them into her throat, drinking deeply. Pulling away when autumn reached the point of death, the vampire left her on the ground, dying. Drifting in and out of consciousness, autumn tried to stand up, but fell into the tides of darkness, her body going limp as her mind closed it's self off. Deacon walked up from the shadows. Picking up the girl in his arms, he used his own blood to bring her over to the dark side, and then brought her to the hospital.

***** 2 Years Later *********

Thorn walked out of her apartment, as the sun was setting. Thorn figured out a year ago that, things where not normal when she knew not even her real name. She decided to go with the name Thorn in the hospital and she kept the name ever since she got out of the hospital. Thorn wrapped her long duster around her as she stepped away from the building, ignoring the shiver that ran up her spine, which usually meant that something supernatural was around or something to that extent. Crossing the railroad tracks she headed for the club that was down in this part of town. Once she reached the club, Thorn ducked inside, and headed to the bar. Ordering a pina colada she sat down and played with the gold ring on her finger. Ever since she woke up from the hospital she had kept it on her. She had no idea where it came from, or from whom it came form, but she felt safer with it near her. Muttering her thanks when the bartender slid her drink down the table, she turned around and faced the crowd. Most of the crowd were vampires, but a few humans where present two. Not a big surprise now a day. Closing her eyes she saw the door being blown off, before it actually happened. Too shocked by what happened, Thorn didn't move and stood right in the path of the intruder. The new comer looked at Thorn with disgust.

"You Fucking blood suckers are all the same." He said as he raised his gun and fired at the two approaching vampires. The stakes hitting their hearts and clamoring to the floor as the vampires turned to dust. Thorn looked around her, trying to find a place to escape, when a cool voice broke her out of her mad thoughts.

"Now let me tell you something sister. We're at the top of the Fuckign food chain." The voice said, but then stopped when he noticed the piles of ash on the ground. Looking up he saw the one responsible for this massacre. "Day walker." The voice growled, addressing the man with the gun.

"Frost" the man replied with equal hate.

"Is this how you treat an old friend?" the one called Frost called to the man with the guns.

"I killed you once, I can do it again." The black man said as he turned around and walked out of the club. "You might want to put Quinn out. I'm sick and tired of dicing him up, so I thought I'd try fire this time." He called over his shoulder, as the doors swung shut. Thorn looked around and finished her drink. The vampire called frost walked over to her.

"Who the fuck are you." Thorn asked as she stood up to face Frost. Frost smiled, showing the tips of his fangs.

"Frost, Deacon Frost."