Sequel to: House of Frost
Characters: Chloe, Kal, Deacon Frost, Lois, Lana, Crease, Blade, Karen, Whistler, Danica Talos, Hannibal King, Asher Talos, Jarko Grimwood, Buffy Saunders, Mercury, Vanessa Brookes
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: When Frost proves that Chloe isn't safe with him, she joins up with Kal, who refuses to be the minion of anyone. Doesn't help that Inquisitor Reporter, Lois, is searching for her cousin and getting close to the vampire secret.
WARNING: This story has a vampiric KAL EL, not Clark Kent. You know the difference. It's not just the name. So be ready for his attitude and behavior.
As Blade opened his eyes, still groggy, his face was beaded with sweat and he was feverish. His hands were bound tightly behind his back with manacles and chains, and he was too weak to even try and break them. Slight movement from the darkness of the other side of the room drew his attention and he noticed for the first time that he wasn't alone, the brunette human who'd been with the blonde vampire sat nearby watching him. For a split second he thought that it'd all been a trap and this familiar was there to gloat, but then he realized that she was bruised, having recently gone up against someone much stronger and vicious than her and obviously having lost.
He tried to sit up, but didn't have the strength.
"Are you okay?" The human finally asked.
"I've been better." He hissed, the steady rocking motion and the sounds of traffic outside betraying that they were in the back of a moving truck. "How long have we been driving?"
The girl shook her head. "I don't know. I woke up just before you did."
"Why exactly are you here?" Blade frowned.
"I don't know, I was headed towards the bus station to get the hell out of dodge when I was blindsided and knocked out." She whispered, hugging herself. "I pray to god they got me because Frost found out about my existence and wants to use our relationship as leverage over Chloe and not because he found out what she's doing."
"Relationship." Blade frowned slightly, eyes narrowing at those words.
At first the brunette clammed up, and then she sighed. "She's my baby cousin."
Were bloodsuckers really able to keep loyalty and ties to their human family?
Suddenly the truck lurched to a stop and the engine was killed as footsteps approached. A series of bolts could be heard shifting as the back of the truck was thrown open.
Deacon Frost stood there, grinning, flanked by Mercury, Quinn, Vanessa, and a half-dozen other vampire associates.
Blade noticed shock cross the eyes of one of the newer male vampires close to Deacon when he noticed the human with Blade.
The human was decidedly not looking in that vampire's direction.
The Daywalker gazed down, figuring that that male vampire must have been the one in league with the blonde, and had been the one to warn Blade about Frost having found his headquarters.
"Welcome home, children." Frost grinned, before turning to his minions. "Bring them."
A couple of the males grabbed him and the brunette, dragging them out from the back of the truck, which a quick glimpse proved to be an armored car.
The Bank of Erebus rose up before them, a towering beaux-arts situated in the heart of the city's high-priced financial distract----one of the many institutions owned and operated by the vampire enclave.
Frost started up the marble steps towards a grand, triple-arched entrance flanked by Corinthian columns, Blade and the girl dragged along after him. He led everyone into a high-ceilinged atrium, moving towards a bank of elevators, one of the doors which was outfitted with a high-tech hand-key system. He placed his palm to the ID screen, and it glowed green, acknowledging his identity. In response, the doors hissed open.
Blade and the girl were pulled inside the elevator along with the vampires, Blade narrowing his eyes as he suddenly felt that same awareness he had with the blonde vampire, but now it seemed directed towards the blank-faced male whom Blade was almost certain was her associate. The Daywalker glanced at the elevator's control panels, whose buttons had vampire glyphs rather than numbers.
Frost pressed the bottom one, causing the doors to close as the elevator descending down, he then sent the human female a look, smiling amiably. "On its surface, this building houses one of the city's financial institutions, and for over two-hundred years its served our corporate needs. Look beneath the surface, however, and you'll discover another truth entirely."
The elevator chimed, having arrived at its destination, the doors hissing open to reveal a vast, barrel-vaulted chamber lined with recessed tombs stretched out like an underground cathedral of sorts, wrought from alabaster and marble. It was restrained, elegant, replete with dark splendor. "
"As above, so below." Frost declared as they exited the elevator. Torches burned in wall sconces, casting everything in a warm, amber glow, causing Frost to take in the beauty of the place. "Welcome to our hall of ancients. We call it the Temple of Night."
Two vampires were going over something in the middle of the room, where a stone altar rose up from a dais, and when Frost spoke they turned, one proving to be the vampire from the church. She opened her mouth to say something when her gaze fell on the human in their midst, unable to hide the look of utter horror.
Frost turned to her. "Darling, look who's come to visit."
Chloe hadn't really thought much about the fact that Deacon had sent her ahead to the Temple of Night without him. She'd been key in translating the Book of Erebus concerning LaMagra and it would make sense that he send her ahead to make sure that things were ready for him when he arrived, so when she turned at the sound of his voice and saw not only Blade in custody of the House of Frost but Lois as well, she couldn't keep the horror off of her face. There were bruises on the human, proving that she hadn't come without a fight, and that worried Chloe, knowing how Deacon's men were trained to think of humans as less than animals. God knew what they'd done to her.
Blade was roughly thrown to the ground and he knelt there, eyes cast downward, broken, his system obviously being assaulted by the devastating effects of the Thirst.
Chloe ignored him unable to look away from Lois, who was eyeing her apologetically for having been caught.
"What? No hugs? No tears? No how do you do's?" Deacon asked curiously, before his smile fell. "Oh, right. You've been in contact with her since you were turned, weren't you?"
"There's nothing wrong with that." Chloe raised her chin, turning to look at him, refusing to back down. "You never said I had to break all ties with my family." Her eyes narrowed. "I've done nothing wrong."
"Nothing wrong?" Deacon asked curiously, coming towards her. "Really? Nothing wrong?" He sent a look in Crease's silent direction. "So she and this bleeder weren't having secret meetings with Blade?"
Chloe froze in horror, her gaze going to Crease.
His head was bowed before he cleared his throat and raised his gaze to Deacon's, nodding. "Yes, they were. I saw them myself." He turned his gaze to Chloe. "You're senses are deplorable. You really should have been able to sense me."
Her heart hurt as the only person she'd really considered a new friend in the house was the one to pound the nails into her coffin.
Deacon turned to her. "You let me down, Chloe. I had such great hope for you, but it seems you need to be punished." He turned to Kal. "Take her to the Bone Pit."
Kal didn't hesitate, nodding as he went to Lois and grabbed her arm roughly, dragging the struggling woman with him.
"No!" Chloe cried, trying to hurry after them but was stopped by Frost, who grabbed her arm and held her there. "She has nothing to do with this! I enthralled her to help! Let her go!"
"You need to see what happens when you piss me off." Deacon replied in that serene way, yanking her behind him as they trailed after Kal and Lois, finally arrived in a room which housed a series of pits some forty feet deep. They were lichen-encrusted stone walls worn smooth over time, and the scent in the air was wrong, decaying, sickening.
"Where are we?" Chloe whispered, bringing her free hand to cover her nose, trying to block out the scent.
"We call this the Bone Pit." Deacon declared as he motioned Kal to drag Lois towards the mouth of a pit. "It's where we keep our mistakes, the ones who couldn't successfully make the transition from human to vampire. They'll feed on anything, given the chance---animals, corpses, even other vampires."
Chloe's eyes widened in horror as Lois' terrified glance met hers. "No." She turned to Deacon, grabbing his shirt. "Please no."
He smiled down at her, reaching down to caress her cheek gently before turning to Kal and nodding.
Kal punched Lois in her stomach, causing her to cry as she doubled over, hands going to her stomach, and then she was falling into the Bone Pit.
"NO!" Chloe screamed and cried, trying to get free yet unable to, Deacon's hold too strong.
"See?" He announced amiably. "This is why you're going to behave from no on." He pulled her closer, leaning closer to her as tears fell down her cheek. "Because next time, that's going to be your dad."
She snarled and attacked him, managing to tear out a bit of his hair. "You're a monster!"
"If I were a monster I would have killed you for your betrayal." He sneered slapped her, yanking her behind him as he began to lead them out of the room.
"We both know why I'm not dead." She hissed, tears falling down her cheek.
Suddenly there was an inhuman roar and Lois could be heard screaming...and then everything went silent.
"No." Chloe sobbed. "Lois."
Kal shouldered passed Chloe roughly, joining Quinn and Mercury, who were picking their way through Blade's discarded gear, Quinn eyeing the punching dagger with admiration.
"Now, will you behave or do I have to tell Maurice to pick up daddy dearest?" Deacon sneered. "According to Maurice dear Gabe is terrible at Jeopardy."
Chloe's eyes widened as she realized the implication, they had someone close to her father, stalking him, waiting to attack whenever the order was given. Lois' horrible death still weighed on her conscience, numbing her, and she couldn't risk her father. She couldn't. "I'll behave."
"Will you?" He pulled her closer, intimately.
She glared up at him through her tears, hating him. "Yes."
"Good." He smiled before letting her go to pick up Blade's scabbarded sword. "Let's see this sword of his." Unsheathing the blade he sighted down the length of it, testing its weight. With a flick of his wrist he lashed out, slashing Blade's cheek open. "Still quite sharp, I see."
Blade feebly struggled to rise.
Deacon clubbed him on the back of the neck with the sword's pommel, causing the Daywalker to crumble.
Chloe's gaze went to Kal, who was eyeing the happenings with apparent boredom, leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
She hated him for being the one to throw Lois to her death.
Her green gaze then went to Crease, who wouldn't look in her direction.
Deacon reached down, dragging Blade's head up by his hair. "How long has it been since you had your serum? Twelve hours? More? You must be quite thirsty by now." He croched down so that he was eye to eye with Blade. "What does it feel like? Is your blood on fire? Are you burning up inside?"
Blade shivered, gritting his teeth like he was going through heroin withdrawal. "Go...to...hell..."
Deacon smiled, his eyes burning with an infernal glow. "I've got news for you, blade. We're already here." He turned to the others motioning. "Take him to the sanctuary. It's time he was bled." His gaze went to Chloe. "Take her too, let her see another colleague die."
Chloe's chin raised, and when Mercury reached for her arm she jerked it away. "I can walk on my own."
Mercury smirked and went to help the others as they dragged Blade along with them, Kal and Crease remaining with Deacon and a few others.
With her chin raised high, Chloe followed Mercury, Vanessa and her crew to the Bleeding Chamber. It was a small, elevated antechamber which was situated above the main vampire sanctuary.
Blade, now weakened to the point of collapse, was secured into a modified iron maiden. When they were finished the front of the iron maiden closed into Blade, bullet-proof glass covering where his face was to show his pain and desperation, and two other panels of glass so the vampires could watch as the blades of the cover of the iron maiden cut into the Daywalker's wrists, opening up the cephalic and basilic veins.
Blood welled up from the fresh wounds, running down Blade's forearms, collecting in a cistern beneath his feet.
"It is done." Mercury declared, turning to one of the male vampires. "Stay here and keep her here, make sure she doesn't do something stupid." With that she and the other left to get ready for the ritual of invocation.
The glass around his face showed Blade struggling futilely against his bonds, crying out in frustration, his body eventually sagging from exhaustion.
"There's no use fighting us, Eric." Vanessa, the only other vampire still there, declared.
He looked up at the sound of her voice, focusing on her. "How could you be a part of this?"
Chloe looked between them, still unable to believe that the bitchy concubine was truly Blade's mother.
"These are my people now." She replied. "I'm one of them."
"You don't have to be." He whispered, which they probably wouldn't have heard if it wasn't for vampire hearing.
"You don't understand." Vanessa shrugged. "I've killed, I've hunted, and I've enjoyed it."
Chloe had to admit that she couldn't argue with that. Once she'd been sired things had changed, morals had been dashed, and now nothing seemed more comforting than a feed.
Vanessa drew closer, caressing the iron maiden, a touch of creepy eroticism in her actions, a dash of incest. "I wish you could see the world as I do. Deacon's opened my eyes. There's no turning back from that."
"I don't believe that." Blade hissed, his eyes going to Chloe's. "She doesn't seem to believe it."
Vanessa turned to Chloe, derision in her eyes. "Don't let whatever she told you confuse you, she's killed and fed and loved it. What that little upstart wanted was to take over after Deacon, his slight attention to her and compliments on her intellect having gone to her head. But then again we're an ambitious lot looking to further ourselves." She smiled, viper-like fangs showing. "So I guess her little ploy just proves how much of a vampire she really is."
"She still cares about her cousin. Her human cousin." Blade hissed.
Vanessa shook her head. "You're never going to get it, Eric. We're not monsters." She sighed. "You are."
In the Bone Pit Lois rose, wary, clutching tightly the silver dagger Smallville 2.0 had passed her during his punch before sending her flying down onto the heaps of humans bones that were piled against the pit walls. Skulls, rib-cages, femurs, tibias---all picked clean of flesh. Some of the skulls had large, canine-like fangs, the remnants, no doubt, of long-deceased vampires. Or maybe werewolves. Did werewolves really exist? If vampires did werewolves should too, right?
Shaking her head, Lois kept her gaze on the dimness around her, knowing that the second she let her mind grow distracted that another of those things would come at her. They were like vampires but wrong, some deformed, all of them seeming half retarded acting more on instinct like rabid animals than rationally thinking things through. The good thing was that like vampires they had a weakness to silver, and the dagger Kal had snuck her had saved her life three times already.
There was at least one more out there, of that she was sure, she'd heard a shuffling sound towards the darkness where her gaze couldn't penetrate, so she just tightened her grip on her dagger and kept her back to the wall.
"Loisssssss." A voice whispered.
Her eyes widened in horror as a face emerged from the darkness. It was pallid, cadaverous, shedding its desiccated flesh. Lidless eyes like black marbles slick with vaseline and a mouth like a raw wound were deforming and yet she could still make out the face of the man she'd met but once. "Curtis?"
What used to be Curtis snarled, knocking Lois back into the drift-pile of bones, pinning her to the ground, kneeling above her, gurgling through its gutted trachea. "Tell me, Loisssss, does Karennnn ever have second thoughts---about ussssss?"
"I'm sorry Curtis." She whispered. "But Karen's over you." Shifting in his hold, she brought her knee up and managed to knee him, slipping out of his grip, tightening her own on the dagger as she turned and stabbed him through his back, the silver causing the creature to howl as the wounds left by each stab caught on fire. "You really need to move on!"
Falling on her ass, Lois hurried away as he turned towards her and lounged. She raised her dagger and it pierced his heart as he fall against her, his whole body bursting into ashes.
Coughing, Lois hurried to her feet, ready for another attack, but the silence in this pit was deadening. She waited a beat before hurrying to the pit wall, running her hands over the lichen-slick surface, searching for a way out. The mortar between the brickwork was ancient, crumbling. She gazed down to the ground, searching for two femur bones amongst the many and finally found them, slamming them against the wall a couple of times until they fractured.
Taking in a deep breath, dagger held between her teeth, fractured femurs in each hand, Lois pounded the bone into the mortar between two bricks, and it held, working as a makeshift piton.
"Here goes nothing." She whispered, lodging the other femur a foot above the first, hauling her body up now, suspending her weight from the two makeshift pitons. They held. She groaned, trembling from exertion as she pulled the bone free, hanging solely from her left hand now, and although her handhold was precarious she managed to swing the right hand up again, pounding that bone another foot above the left.
In this slow, torturous manner, Lois made her ascent out of the pit.
The blood that dropped down to the cistern beneath Blade's feet flowed into a crude drain and emerged from the ceiling of the sanctuary below. The stream of blood was directed down the channels of a spiral column, where it finally pooled into a waiting chalice. The sanctuary itself was a large circular chamber, the perimeter of which was lined with recessed alcoves which housed the remains of the vampire ancients, set into the sanctuary like cells in a hive. Right about now Deacon was probably standing in the center of the chamber, changing into ceremonial regalia.
As she was held prisoner in the Bleeding Chamber, Chloe could imagine Deacon turning to his faithful, saying the first words of the ritual:
"Tonight is the night we've waited our entire lives for. Tonight, the blood-dimmed Tide is loosed upon the world. Tonight, the Age of Man comes to an end."
She was supposed to be there!
But instead she was stuck here with a vampire pressing a silver blade (with iron handle) warningly into her back, watching Vanessa make incestuous moves on her dying son.
"I doubt Deacon's gonna really want you anymore." The vampire behind Chloe declared, hand gripping her ass harshly. "I think I'll give you a go myself."
A muscle jumped in her cheek. "What is it with men and thinking they can take whatever they want?" She snarled, twirling around and pushing the blade away from her before twisting his wrist and slamming his own blade deep into his heart.
The vampire looked up at her in shock before bursting into flames, his blade clattering to the ground.
Vanessa turned from taunting her son to face Chloe, hissing. "Deacon is going to kill you!"
"Please, Deacon won't kill me," Chloe smirked, throwing Deacon's desire for her in the other woman's face, knowing that the fact that Vanessa nor anyone else didn't know about her Daywalker status meant they believed Deacon wanted her due to feelings and not necessity. "He'll kill everyone around me to punish me, but he'd never hurt me."
"You're deluded." Vanessa snarled, taking the bait, showing her ugly jealousy.
"No, I'm his One." Chloe countered, smirking evilly, using that term Lana had told her vaguely of, figuring if there was anything she could say to get a reaction out of Vanessa it was just that.
And Vanessa froze, eyes widening in horror. "No. You're lying! He wouldn't have let that fucktoy of Talos' touch you if you were his One!"
"And lose face in front of Danica Talos?" Chloe snorted. "Deacon is smarter than that...and I agreed to it." She sauntered a little closer, moving her hips. "Why do you think he's been so cold towards you lately?" She came even a little closer. "Why do you think he hasn't killed me? I conspired against him and yet other than kill my bleeder of a cousin he does nothing." She forced that smirk to go victorious, to not react to Lois' death. "You knew it all along, that's why you hate me. Because you know that the only person who could have taken your place as Deacon's favorite is his One."
"SHUT UP!" Vanessa cried, tears gathering in her eyes as she snarled and charged, letting her anger and hurt propel her movements. She jumped Chloe, knocking the dagger out of her hand and biting down viciously on Chloe's neck, not feeding but damaging, tearing at skin and veins. Chloe screamed, swinging them around and slamming Vanessa's body into the wall, scratching at the vampire's face.
Vanessa latched onto Chloe's neck tighter, ripping tissue, damaging muscles.
Realizing that as long as those fangs were embedded in her that she wouldn't get free, Chloe screamed as she yanked away, Vanessa's fangs tearing a bit of flesh away, and with the help of adrenaline Chloe surged forwards and ripped out the front of Vanessa's throat.
Blood gurgled out as Vanessa tried to scream yet was unable to, blood spurting out everywhere.
Neck and shoulder a mess, body begging for blood, Chloe's eyes went red with the Thirst as she lounged forwards, grabbing Vanessa's illustrious locks and using them to tilt the older vampire's neck back viciously as she latched onto the open wound and fed. Up until that moment she hadn't known it was possible to drink from another vampire, proving to herself just how ignorant to the world of her own race she really was. The blood tasted different yet not bad as she drunk deeply, Vanessa's claws digging into her back yet growing weaker until she just hung limply in Chloe's hold. It didn't fill like a human's would, didn't have the hemoglobin or such vampires needed to consume to survive and heal, but it wasn't unpleasant and managed to lessen her Thirst enough that her eyes were only slightly pink.
When Chloe finally let go, Vanessa's body crumbled to the ground. She'd gone into hibernation, as many vampires did once they'd lost a certain amount of blood.
Neck and shoulder still messed up and throbbing, Chloe reached down and grabbed the dagger she'd dropped. Falling to her knees next to Vanessa she stared at that beautiful face. "Ding Dong the Bitch is Dead." And with that she slammed the dagger down into the vampire's heart, causing her to go up in flames and ash.
The dagger fell from Chloe's hand, clattering on the ground.
Eyes wide, unable to believe it, Chloe turned towards the doorway to see her bruised and dirty yet otherwise fine cousin. "Lois?"
"What happened to you?" Lois cried out, racing into the room and yanking off her jacket, bundling it together and pressing it against Chloe's wound, trying to stop the blood-flow. "Who did this to you?"
Chloe motioned to the ash next them.
Lois blew the ash away angrily before returning her attention to her cousin. "I came to save you."
Chloe smiled shakily, eyes filling with unwanted tears. "I thought you were dead."
"Vampires aren't the only ones hard to kill." Lois smiled back, reaching out to squeeze her cousin's hand.
Chloe squeezed back, a single tear making its way down her cheek. "How did you make it out of the Bone Pit?"
Lois pulled out a silver dagger. "Smallville 2.0 slipped this to me before throwing me in. I took care of the rest."
Chloe's eyes wide, unable to believe what she was hearing. "Kal helped you?"
"Go figure, huh?" Lois grinned. "I'd hug you but with your neck and shoulder messed up I'd only hurt you."
"Better not anyway." Chloe whispered, taking in a deep breath. "I'd probably bite you, I'm Thirsty."
Lois nodded, understanding, yet didn't let go of her hand, tightening her hold.
Chloe sighed, wondering what she was going to do about her cousin.
The woman had no sense of self-preservation.
A groan to their right reminded Chloe that they were not alone. "Oh, gods." Stumbling to her feet, pressing that bundled jacket against her throbbing, agonized wound, Chloe hurried to the iron maiden and pressed a button, closing the opening for the blood beneath his feet, causing his blood to start to pool together. She then opened the iron maiden, working on Blade's restraints until he collapsed on top of her, landing them both on a heap on the ground.
Lois was at their side in a second. "I don't think he's going to be our big secret weapon anymore."
Chloe struggled till she was sitting up, Blade half over her.
His eyes flickered open, fixing on her, inhuman as he shook like an alcoholic going into delirium tremens.
Chloe sighed as she looked down on him. "Who said he was our secret weapon?"
In the Sanctuary Temple Kal watched as Mercury handed Frost the chalice containing Blade's blood. The Head of the House of Frost lifted it up for all to see as the vampires began to chant en masse a long-forgotten invocation in the vampire tongue which they'd had to learn for the ritual. Kal mumbled the words, eyes narrowed, wondering what exactly was taking Chloe so long. He'd given the bleeder the means to defend herself and get the hell out of the pit and at least cause a distraction so Chloe, who would no doubt be under intense guard, could break free and free the damned Daywalker. Their whole plan rested on Blade killing Frost, and yet the ritual was in full swing and the Daywalker was nowhere in sight.
If things didn't change Kal could see no other choice but to intervene himself, and he didn't want to do that. Not only would vampires never trust one who'd turned on his own kind, and Kal would be working closely with vampires from hereon out, but---.
"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last," Deacon grinned to himself. "Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
Frost lifted the chalice to his lips and begun to drink.
Kal's eyes narrowed.
Where the hell was Blade?
"He's going to be no use to us." Chloe realized, gazing down at the nearly dead Daywalker. "Frost is going to merge with LaMagra and there is going to be no one to keep him occupied."
"There has to be something we can do." Lois shook her head. "Don't vampires heal?"
"With blood." Chloe replied, shaking her head, trying to think of a new plan, knowing Kal would go ahead and try take on Deacon on his own if Blade didn't arrive at the Sanctuary soon. "Human blood. Which we don't have here."
"Yes, we do." Lois whispered.
Chloe turned to her, snarling. "No."
"Why not?" Lois snapped. "I'm here, it's what you need!"
"I'm not going to let him drink you dry, which he will considering that the Thirst has taken over him, and two...even if you did survive you'd be infected."
"There's an antidote." Lois insisted.
"You heard him! It's not even 5 percent successful!" Chloe snapped at her, viper-like fangs elongating. "You'd become a vampire. I'm not letting you do that."
"If this Deacon Frost guy becomes this blood god I'm dead anyway." Lois snapped back at her, grabbing her dagger and slicing her wrist before shoving her hand against Blade's mouth.
Blade moved faster than Chloe, taken over by the Thirst he latched onto Lois' wrist, fangs deep within her as he nursed.
"Dammit Lois!" Chloe snapped at her.
Lois just closed her eyes and winced against the pain.
Kal started to move towards Frost when suddenly a force seemed to take over the Head of the House of Frost's body.
Frost threw his head back, eyes rolling to white, flinging the chalice aside.
As the vampire incantation around them reached a fevered pitch the stone tomb tablets of the vampire ancestors began to judder, as if some force within was trying to break free.
Frost shook, possessed by an unseen force, a wind picking up from nowhere, swirling about the chamber accompanied by a strange humming.
Suddenly one of the tombs burst open, a wraith-like spirit rushing outward in a fountain of light, penetrating Frost's body.
Another tomb split apart, then another, and another, until a torrent of spirit-wraiths were surging into Frost, buffeting him about like a scarecrow in a cyclone.
Mercury, Quinn and the other vampires backed away, apprehensive, humbled by what they were witnessing.
Kal narrowed his eyes.
LaMagra had arrived.
Blade moaned, sinking his teeth deeper.
Lois' head rolled back, lips parted, eyes open, glassy, unseeing, seeming as if a wave of ecstasy had overtaken her.
Chloe watched carefully, guarding. He'd drunk a lot, and if he didn't let go soon she was going to have to tear him away from her cousin.
Suddenly Blade tore himself away. "No!"
The invocation of LaMagra reached critical mass as Frost was consumed by a hellish force, unable to withstand the onslaught of spirit energy any longer.
Lois collapsed onto Chloe's lap the second after Blade had hurriedly pushed off, her breathing low. Having lost so much blood her body was entering into shock, the Sleep coming upon her. When she awoke she'd be that half-wraith that Chloe herself had been, forced with the choice to feed and live on, or starve and die. Chloe didn't want this, didn't want this at all, but Lois had made her own choice and there was nothing Chloe could have done to stop her---not when she herself was so messed up.
Blade stood at his full height, his strength more than returned, probably doubled considering that this was real blood he'd consumed and not his stupid little serum.
There was something else though, as Chloe gazed up at him, cradling the body of her cousin in her arms. His gaze...there was an animal fury in them that'd been missing before, as if Blade had taken a giant step closer to the darkness.
"You think you can manage this next part without me holding your hand?" She drawled, refusing to let him know how intimidated she was with being in his presence while so weak and injured.
Blade turned to look at her, silent, intense. He flexed his hands, fingernails lengthening to tapered points, and when he smiled at her it offered a view of his canines, which had elongated into fangs.
When he spoke, the sound was near demonic.
"I think I can manage."