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Title: Yin-Yang (Part 2)
Author: gargyloveswolfy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Blade: The Series/Chase/Krista/all other original characters belong to Spike TV and other peeps that are NOT myself. The story and any character(s) that are not found in the original/official Blade-verse are mine.
A/N: I have not seen one episode of Blade: The Series, nor have I seen any of the movies, however I think I am going to start watching the show now just because of the potential/hope for Chase/Krista.
Subject: Marcus' ambitions and goals come back to bite him in the ass big time.
FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED!! THANK YOU!!
“What a shitty assignment, thanks a lot Starr,” Chase said while in route.
“It is not my fault that we got the asher detail,” Krista shot the blond a look.
“Oh, isn't it? You're the one that won't do what it takes to embrace your nature and I've been assigned to babysit you,” loosing her patience and calm.
“Perhaps, if you didn't get yourself blown-up by Blade, neither one of us would be in this position,” the war hero was snarling now.
“Let me assure you, my dear, that there are far more pleasurable positions that I've been in and some I could show you,” Chase watched the brunette from the corner of her eye, as she drove to their destination.
“Oh, I just bet you could,” a voice that bordered on the combative hissing she was more familiar with.
Pulling up to a deserted lot in front of a warehouse, “Don't forget your place, newborn,” the elder woman hissed as she grabbed Krista by the neck and slammed her head into the steering wheel, “I am stronger than you, I have much more experience than you, and I have no qualms with destroying you here and now.”
Getting out of the car, they took their positions with guns locked, cocked, and ready to go.
After a few minutes, Chase gave silent hand gesture count-down and the army of two crashed through the windows, surprising two ashers in the midst of just finishing up their latest score.
The battle ensued, somehow along the line Krista couldn't bare the thought of killing an innocent human so coldly as to shoot them dead, even though they were high as a kite on Vamp dust that made them about as strong, agile, and fast as she was. Chase for her part was looking for something more fun than easy kills, she wanted the exhilaration of a hand-to-hand fight. They chased, they climbed walls, and hunted as the ashers tried to escape or take them out for more of a fix for later.
“These can't be your ordinary ashers. They are way too fast and strong for being your normal everyday asher,” Krista reported as they stood side-by-side minutes later.
“Either way we were sent to dispose of them and that's what we are going to do,” Chase was eerily still so calm.
When Krista finally got her hands on her query she took a few hits and blows that really made her wish for Iraq again. Chase at her end was wishing she could enlist in the services herself. Neither of them were going to quit until this ashers were irradicated permanently or they were.
They arrived at about a quarter after 2 that morning and it wasn't until about a quarter of 3 of that morning, half an hour battle, to finally have the two ashers back-to-back as they sank their fangs mutually into each of their necks. Chase having no qualms with it and Krista too weak to resist the immense hunger shooting through her body.
The ashers had taken so much ash into their systems that they were fully juiced on the stuff that made the blood feel as if it had been turned to gravy going down their throats. Krista couldn't stop until there was not a single drop of blood left to suck from her bag-o-bones, it was like once she started she couldn't nor did she want to stop. Ironically enough, the same effect had the same conclusion on Chase.
They both look up at each other, not one single droplet escaped from their snarling mouths, as if greedily searching to find more to feed their increased hunger, but once their eyes locked onto each other the hunger took on a whole new definition. They began to fight and what wasn't destroyed in the battle with the ashers was soon obliterated. Dominance was the goal and by the time they sought out shelter from the sun and to continue their nude activities in a safe environment, fight had turned into submission of their mutual desire and love for each other. The submission bounded them together forever, and poor Marcus was about to be punished for his insulance soon enough.........
To Be Continued............
Author: gargyloveswolfy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Blade: The Series/Chase/Krista/all other original characters belong to Spike TV and other peeps that are NOT myself. The story and any character(s) that are not found in the original/official Blade-verse are mine.
A/N: I have not seen one episode of Blade: The Series, nor have I seen any of the movies, however I think I am going to start watching the show now just because of the potential/hope for Chase/Krista.
Subject: Marcus' ambitions and goals come back to bite him in the ass big time.
FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED!! THANK YOU!!
“What a shitty assignment, thanks a lot Starr,” Chase said while in route.
“It is not my fault that we got the asher detail,” Krista shot the blond a look.
“Oh, isn't it? You're the one that won't do what it takes to embrace your nature and I've been assigned to babysit you,” loosing her patience and calm.
“Perhaps, if you didn't get yourself blown-up by Blade, neither one of us would be in this position,” the war hero was snarling now.
“Let me assure you, my dear, that there are far more pleasurable positions that I've been in and some I could show you,” Chase watched the brunette from the corner of her eye, as she drove to their destination.
“Oh, I just bet you could,” a voice that bordered on the combative hissing she was more familiar with.
Pulling up to a deserted lot in front of a warehouse, “Don't forget your place, newborn,” the elder woman hissed as she grabbed Krista by the neck and slammed her head into the steering wheel, “I am stronger than you, I have much more experience than you, and I have no qualms with destroying you here and now.”
Getting out of the car, they took their positions with guns locked, cocked, and ready to go.
After a few minutes, Chase gave silent hand gesture count-down and the army of two crashed through the windows, surprising two ashers in the midst of just finishing up their latest score.
The battle ensued, somehow along the line Krista couldn't bare the thought of killing an innocent human so coldly as to shoot them dead, even though they were high as a kite on Vamp dust that made them about as strong, agile, and fast as she was. Chase for her part was looking for something more fun than easy kills, she wanted the exhilaration of a hand-to-hand fight. They chased, they climbed walls, and hunted as the ashers tried to escape or take them out for more of a fix for later.
“These can't be your ordinary ashers. They are way too fast and strong for being your normal everyday asher,” Krista reported as they stood side-by-side minutes later.
“Either way we were sent to dispose of them and that's what we are going to do,” Chase was eerily still so calm.
When Krista finally got her hands on her query she took a few hits and blows that really made her wish for Iraq again. Chase at her end was wishing she could enlist in the services herself. Neither of them were going to quit until this ashers were irradicated permanently or they were.
They arrived at about a quarter after 2 that morning and it wasn't until about a quarter of 3 of that morning, half an hour battle, to finally have the two ashers back-to-back as they sank their fangs mutually into each of their necks. Chase having no qualms with it and Krista too weak to resist the immense hunger shooting through her body.
The ashers had taken so much ash into their systems that they were fully juiced on the stuff that made the blood feel as if it had been turned to gravy going down their throats. Krista couldn't stop until there was not a single drop of blood left to suck from her bag-o-bones, it was like once she started she couldn't nor did she want to stop. Ironically enough, the same effect had the same conclusion on Chase.
They both look up at each other, not one single droplet escaped from their snarling mouths, as if greedily searching to find more to feed their increased hunger, but once their eyes locked onto each other the hunger took on a whole new definition. They began to fight and what wasn't destroyed in the battle with the ashers was soon obliterated. Dominance was the goal and by the time they sought out shelter from the sun and to continue their nude activities in a safe environment, fight had turned into submission of their mutual desire and love for each other. The submission bounded them together forever, and poor Marcus was about to be punished for his insulance soon enough.........
To Be Continued............