#464 - Coltish - We Three Kings - Lightning_skies - Blade/Underworld
Title: Time is a Thief
Fandom: Blade/Underworld
Prompt: 464 - Coltish
Words: 1613
Warnings: None
The final battle of the Talos, when it came was over quickly. Overall, Drake was pleased with the outcome.
Asher followed his orders and managed to keep his sister and her pet hulk sufficiently distracted during their resumed interrogation in order to somewhat protect King from injury as Drake cared for his childe’s daughter. The girl, Zoe, was delightful company, unafraid of him even after she believed her mother dead at his hands.
He considered her small form, “Do you know who I am?”
“You’re the Nome King.”
“Hah. The Nome King.” Drake considered Ana’s memories of the Oz books. The Nome King had lost his kingdom but was still considered a King by all he met. It wasn’t a completely inaccurate comparison, although the books were childishly simplistic in their morality. “How sweet. Tell me child, do you want to die?”
“I’m not afraid. I’ll go to heaven.”
“There is no heaven. No God, no angels. The only thing in your future is nothingness.” A sliver of pity entered Drake then, as he considered how misplaced her absolute faith was. As the earthborn son of La Magra he knew the truths of what lay beyond her comfortable and protected existence here in the physical realm. He knew what horror was waiting in the dark between worlds, after all, it had given birth to a creature such as him. “But what if you could change that. What if you could remain a child forever? Wouldn’t you like that? Wouldn’t you accept that gift?”
“My friends are going to kill you.” It was a pity she was too young to understand what he was offering her. Drake greatly enjoyed her fire.
Once the hunters finally entered the building, he tracked them with his senses as they made their way up through the building. Drake waited until Ana’s lover, the huntress, Abigail, approached and left the child to be found. She would be protected as he faced the Daywalker.
Drake would admit that crossing blades with the hybrid was the most fun he’d had in millenia. Even centuries before he slept, no one near to being his match could be found. It was thrilling to once again find a worthy opponent.
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Asher climbed up to the highest catwalk and took aim at Blade while he was distracted with Drake. The hybrid was a slippery fucker and Asher really didn’t want his new sire dead. For once in his life, Asher actually had faith in a cause, he truly believed that Drake could bring about the revolution that Danica and Deacon before her had tried to spark. The ancient blood demon was the key to a new world order and Asher was desperate to be a part of it.
He tried to find a good angle between the iron struts of the architecture, but before he could pull the trigger, pain spiked into his side and a silver tipped arrow bit deep between his ribs in a well executed kill shot. Asher was lucky that Whistler took his death as a given and was moving on down the hall to her next victim before he’d fully realized that his painful death had not occurred. It seemed that Drake’s blood really was a miracle cure to all the usual vampire weaknesses.
“Fuck this.” Asher tore the arrow out and made himself scarce, retreating to hide out in his office, not willing to tempt fate twice in one night. This was what he got for trying to play loyal minion. Drake could take care of himself and had warned Asher that he planned to let the Nightstalker’s secret weapon be deployed. House Talos was a lost cause.
Asher heard Drake roar and could taste the change in the air as the Daystar virus spread through the vents. The sounds of his house choking and dying around him spread slowly to encompass the whole building. With his newly enhanced hearing, he listened to Danica’s confused cries of pain from a floor away. Asher slid down the wall of his office, covering his face with his hands. She may have been insane and unbearable, but she was still his sister. “Bye, Dan. I'll see you in Hell.”
As his throat tickled and his eyes watered Asher was only half sure that he would survive the biological weapon and not follow his sister. Drake’s confidence had only extended to his own survival. Asher was still nothing more than an experiment to see if any part of the vampire race could be salvaged. He waited in his office, silent and motionless as he heard the hunters collect themselves and leave but he didn’t move until a SWAT team arrived to ‘evacuate’ him.
Asher hesitated in the doorway out to the street, taking in the rays of dawn that spilled across the front stair of the building. Hesitantly, he took his first step into the sun in decades. He winced and shaded his eyes with his hand as he looked up into the brightening sky and felt… nothing. No pain, no heat, he was a daywalker now.
He had to play off his gleeful laughter as a hysteric response when it gained him odd looks from the emergency response team members around him. Luckily, as the few surviving Talos familiars noticed exactly who was standing in full sunlight in front of them, there were plenty of others suddenly suffering the symptoms of shock for the EMTs to worry over.
Asher played the part of the traumatized businessman to the hilt, clutching his orange shock blanket and watching the emergency crews mill around with a sharp eye. There were enough injured and dead familiars in the building that despite all the ash, his presence and survival wouldn’t be the least bit suspicious. He just had to dodge a few well meaning EMTs as they attempted to care for him until he found refuge with one bearing the sigil of House Chthon. The gloved fingers stuttered on his silent pulse point but a flash of fang scared the young woman into silence.
Asher suspected the continued exam was less for show and more an attempt to determine how he was surviving in the sunlight. He smirked cruelly at her, let her bring the information of a daywalking Talos to Marcus Van Sciver. It would positively burn the other man up if he thought that the scutwork cleanup job he had gloated about the Twelve dumping on House Talos lead to Asher discovering the secrets of daywalking. Van Sciver was another turnblood in the vein of Frost and Danica, constantly seeking to raise his status over purebloods. Being able to frustrate the man with the knowledge that Asher was daywalking soothed the sting of embarrassment that the EMT familiar would also be reporting that all of House Talos had fallen to a trio of hunters and a single well placed arrow.
Asher kept an eye out for the spies of other houses, and one of his pale brows rose in interest as Blade’s sheet covered dead body was wheeled past him on a gurney. The same Blade that he had heard King and Whistler drag out of the building long before the police had arrived. He smirked at the pull of his blood towards the prone figure and noted who else was watching the body as it was loaded into the back of an ambulance and taken away. House Talos may be dead, but they would be known as the house that brought down Blade, at least until the man started acting up again.
Asher waved one of the FBI agents over and spun a sob story about how he would have to contact the families of his dead personnel and at what morgue might they identify and claim the bodies? As soon as he had the address Asher made his excuses and slipped away. There was nothing left for him here.
Fandom: Blade/Underworld
Prompt: 464 - Coltish
Words: 1613
Warnings: None
The final battle of the Talos, when it came was over quickly. Overall, Drake was pleased with the outcome.
Asher followed his orders and managed to keep his sister and her pet hulk sufficiently distracted during their resumed interrogation in order to somewhat protect King from injury as Drake cared for his childe’s daughter. The girl, Zoe, was delightful company, unafraid of him even after she believed her mother dead at his hands.
He considered her small form, “Do you know who I am?”
“You’re the Nome King.”
“Hah. The Nome King.” Drake considered Ana’s memories of the Oz books. The Nome King had lost his kingdom but was still considered a King by all he met. It wasn’t a completely inaccurate comparison, although the books were childishly simplistic in their morality. “How sweet. Tell me child, do you want to die?”
“I’m not afraid. I’ll go to heaven.”
“There is no heaven. No God, no angels. The only thing in your future is nothingness.” A sliver of pity entered Drake then, as he considered how misplaced her absolute faith was. As the earthborn son of La Magra he knew the truths of what lay beyond her comfortable and protected existence here in the physical realm. He knew what horror was waiting in the dark between worlds, after all, it had given birth to a creature such as him. “But what if you could change that. What if you could remain a child forever? Wouldn’t you like that? Wouldn’t you accept that gift?”
“My friends are going to kill you.” It was a pity she was too young to understand what he was offering her. Drake greatly enjoyed her fire.
Once the hunters finally entered the building, he tracked them with his senses as they made their way up through the building. Drake waited until Ana’s lover, the huntress, Abigail, approached and left the child to be found. She would be protected as he faced the Daywalker.
Drake would admit that crossing blades with the hybrid was the most fun he’d had in millenia. Even centuries before he slept, no one near to being his match could be found. It was thrilling to once again find a worthy opponent.
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Asher climbed up to the highest catwalk and took aim at Blade while he was distracted with Drake. The hybrid was a slippery fucker and Asher really didn’t want his new sire dead. For once in his life, Asher actually had faith in a cause, he truly believed that Drake could bring about the revolution that Danica and Deacon before her had tried to spark. The ancient blood demon was the key to a new world order and Asher was desperate to be a part of it.
He tried to find a good angle between the iron struts of the architecture, but before he could pull the trigger, pain spiked into his side and a silver tipped arrow bit deep between his ribs in a well executed kill shot. Asher was lucky that Whistler took his death as a given and was moving on down the hall to her next victim before he’d fully realized that his painful death had not occurred. It seemed that Drake’s blood really was a miracle cure to all the usual vampire weaknesses.
“Fuck this.” Asher tore the arrow out and made himself scarce, retreating to hide out in his office, not willing to tempt fate twice in one night. This was what he got for trying to play loyal minion. Drake could take care of himself and had warned Asher that he planned to let the Nightstalker’s secret weapon be deployed. House Talos was a lost cause.
Asher heard Drake roar and could taste the change in the air as the Daystar virus spread through the vents. The sounds of his house choking and dying around him spread slowly to encompass the whole building. With his newly enhanced hearing, he listened to Danica’s confused cries of pain from a floor away. Asher slid down the wall of his office, covering his face with his hands. She may have been insane and unbearable, but she was still his sister. “Bye, Dan. I'll see you in Hell.”
As his throat tickled and his eyes watered Asher was only half sure that he would survive the biological weapon and not follow his sister. Drake’s confidence had only extended to his own survival. Asher was still nothing more than an experiment to see if any part of the vampire race could be salvaged. He waited in his office, silent and motionless as he heard the hunters collect themselves and leave but he didn’t move until a SWAT team arrived to ‘evacuate’ him.
Asher hesitated in the doorway out to the street, taking in the rays of dawn that spilled across the front stair of the building. Hesitantly, he took his first step into the sun in decades. He winced and shaded his eyes with his hand as he looked up into the brightening sky and felt… nothing. No pain, no heat, he was a daywalker now.
He had to play off his gleeful laughter as a hysteric response when it gained him odd looks from the emergency response team members around him. Luckily, as the few surviving Talos familiars noticed exactly who was standing in full sunlight in front of them, there were plenty of others suddenly suffering the symptoms of shock for the EMTs to worry over.
Asher played the part of the traumatized businessman to the hilt, clutching his orange shock blanket and watching the emergency crews mill around with a sharp eye. There were enough injured and dead familiars in the building that despite all the ash, his presence and survival wouldn’t be the least bit suspicious. He just had to dodge a few well meaning EMTs as they attempted to care for him until he found refuge with one bearing the sigil of House Chthon. The gloved fingers stuttered on his silent pulse point but a flash of fang scared the young woman into silence.
Asher suspected the continued exam was less for show and more an attempt to determine how he was surviving in the sunlight. He smirked cruelly at her, let her bring the information of a daywalking Talos to Marcus Van Sciver. It would positively burn the other man up if he thought that the scutwork cleanup job he had gloated about the Twelve dumping on House Talos lead to Asher discovering the secrets of daywalking. Van Sciver was another turnblood in the vein of Frost and Danica, constantly seeking to raise his status over purebloods. Being able to frustrate the man with the knowledge that Asher was daywalking soothed the sting of embarrassment that the EMT familiar would also be reporting that all of House Talos had fallen to a trio of hunters and a single well placed arrow.
Asher kept an eye out for the spies of other houses, and one of his pale brows rose in interest as Blade’s sheet covered dead body was wheeled past him on a gurney. The same Blade that he had heard King and Whistler drag out of the building long before the police had arrived. He smirked at the pull of his blood towards the prone figure and noted who else was watching the body as it was loaded into the back of an ambulance and taken away. House Talos may be dead, but they would be known as the house that brought down Blade, at least until the man started acting up again.
Asher waved one of the FBI agents over and spun a sob story about how he would have to contact the families of his dead personnel and at what morgue might they identify and claim the bodies? As soon as he had the address Asher made his excuses and slipped away. There was nothing left for him here.