to feel the sun - Blade drabble - R
Title: to feel the sun
Fandom: Blade: Trinity
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for film
Pairings: past Danica/Hannibal
Rating: R
Point of view: third
Wordcount: 300
What he misses most is the strength, the speed, the stamina. He felt like a god when Danica's poison coursed through his system. He felt invincible, immortal-for all intents and purposes, he was. It was tempting, so tempting, to lose himself in the bloodlust, in the insatiable hunger, and forget he’d ever been human, ever had a conscience and hopes and fears. Most vampires did; it was how they slept at day.
And that’s what he did, for the first four years. He was her toy, her loyal servant. Indebted to her for gifting him beyond life.
For the first four years he was the perfect bloodslut. But he missed the sun. Missed dreams that weren’t filled with killing poor, normal bastards who got in the wrong place at the wrong time. Missed dreams that didn’t have screams and pleading and his teeth ripping skin apart.
For the first four years, he loved Danica. For the fifth, he spent most of his time imagining how he’d kill her. Make her scream and beg and writhe, for mercy instead of in pleasure.
In the fifth year, he met Abigail Whistler. In the fifth year, he learned of a cure.
He misses the strength, the speed, and the stamina. He doesn’t miss the servitude, the cruelty, the easy and delighted malice. He doesn’t miss always wondering if this time, she’d actually kill him-whether deserved or not, no matter how small the mistake, the slight.
Danica was fucking insane. Is still fucking insane. And he’s not as strong as he was, not as quick, not as able to take punishment. But he has the sun on his side now, warmth and life.
He has hope now. Friends. Not a flighty goddess who demands perfection and sacrifices of blood.
He has sunlight.