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.
Gulping, Karen injected her blood sample, watching as the solution she'd created started to be sucked in by the cells. She breathed in and out, praying, begging, hoping that this one would work. There'd been so many 'almosts' since she'd started experimenting...and this time...
Her eyes widened as before her her blood cells slowly began to transform.
A tear slipped down her cheek as she brought her hands to her face and cried.
She'd found a cure.
In the aftermath smoke hung heavy in the air, occluding the area where Frost had stood. Kal's eyes narrowed as he waited to see what would happen now, to see what exactly was on the other side of the curtain of smoke. It was high time he met this blood god Deacon had fawned over like some nerdy little fanboy.
As the smoke dissipated, Mercury and the others crept forwards, apprehensive. "Deacon?"
Frost stood with his back to them, his body trailing wisps of occult fumes, and when he slowly turned to them they caught a glimpse of the inner fire burning behind his eyes. "No longer."
Kal's eyes narrowed.
All heads turned to find Blade standing at the balcony overhead. He leapt from it, somersaulting down to the floor below, landing on his feet like a predatory cat.
Kal's eyes narrowed, wondering why Chloe wasn't with the Daywalker.
That'd been the plan.
"Who dies first?" Blade issued the challenge, something different about him.
Frost growled to his minions. "Take him."
As the vampires converged on the Daywalker Kal slipped away easily with his superspeed, racing towards the Bleeding Chamber, cursing the blonde's inability to keep to a perfectly good plan. He failed to find her in the Bleeding Chamber, but her blood had been spilt, the smell and spatter was everywhere...and there was also Lois' blood in the air.
Breathing in the scent, fangs elongating, Kal turned and supersped, quickly coming upon the two girls as Chloe dragged her cousin's body through the hall, a trail of blood behind them. The blonde was staggering under the weight, obviously about to collapse.
Kal reached her as her knees gave out under her and he caught her, snapping his fangs at her in irritation. "Stop being such a bother! Pull your own goddamn weight!"
Her neck was ripped up something badly, and she was nearing the hibernation their kind went into once having lost a certain amount of blood. "Screw...you..."
"Maybe once you're not nearly unconscious." He snorted and rearranged her weight in his arms before grabbing up Lois by her shirt and superspeeding out of the Temple of Night to the safety of the outside alley, where he let the brunette fall to the ground. "Eat." He sat Chloe down on top of a closed garbage container. "Once you're not so pathetic it'd be nice if you actually did what you were supposed to do."
"Ah Kal..." She leaned heavily against the wall of the alley. "Didn't know you cared."
He snarled, snapping his fangs at her once more before superspeeding back to the Sanctuary, finding that Blade had apparently dusted all of Deacon's minions and was dueling the blood god incarnate in a blindingly-fast sword fight that even Kal with his superspeed was impressed by. Both men, fueled by super-human speed, lunged and spun across the cavern floor in a blurred ballet of lethal moves.
Kal leaned against a column, smirking as he observed both, analyzing and memorizing their fighting techniques and styles, storing away the information.
Frost landed a powerful blow on Blade's shoulder, the sword-edge biting deep into his flesh, causing Blade to scream. The vampire withdrew the sword for another strike yet Blade saw an opening and took it, slicing Frost's left arm off at the shoulder.
The severed arm released Blade's sword, but it didn't fall.
Kal's eyes widened as it floated in mid-air, bleeding red, quivering like zero-G liquid before slurping back to Frost's arm-stump to reattach itself.
Undaunted, Blade sliced the punching dagger into Frost's mid-section, meeting on liquid-like resistance, and the moment he withdrew the dagger Frost's flesh sealed itself up again.
Kal's eyes narrowed.
Blade hesitated now, uncertain.
Frost laughed, understanding what had happened. "You're too late, Blade. I'm already changing. Don't you see? The Sleeper has awakened. I'm not just Frost anymore. I'm becoming a god now, blood incarnate."
Even as Frost uttered the words his body began to ripple and morph, bleeding red, taking on the characteristics of liquid. He didn't walk so much now as flow, becoming a three-dimensional creature of animated blood.
Kal nodded, having seen the most important thing he'd been waiting for.
This was the true form of the blood god.
Chloe could feel her organs beginning to shut off inside of her as her body readied itself to enter hibernation, but she fought to stay awake as she stumbled away from Lois, grabbing purchase on the alley wall as she headed towards the sounds of life outside of the alley. She needed to feed. She needed to feed badly. The pain was agonizing as the little blood she had left tried to circulate through her veins, her heart slowing down, beginning to skip beats. Her fangs elongated from the Thirst, her need to feed, to survive, taking over her every instinct.
A drunken guy emerged from the bar the alley was adjacent to, hiccuping as he sung a song about love and life and great sex.
Chloe's eyes went red with bloodlust as she reached out and grabbed him, flinging him into the darkness of the alley, against the wall, and muffling his screams with her hand as she attacked, latching onto his neck and drinking. She could feel the blood gushing into her body, filling her veins once more, jump-starting her organs. She drank and drank, emptying him before picking off another passerby and another, and another, and only when the fifth victim was dead at her feet was she fully healed and feeling normal once more.
Taking in a deep breath she purred, before frowning down at the dead bodies around her.
Now she was going to have to drag these all to the safety of the Temple of Night, then she'd have to stash her Sleeping cousin somewhere safe...and then she needed to get started with what she was supposed to be doing.
Kal needed her.
She was the only one who had the knowledge of how to send the blood god back to sleep after all.
Deacon towered above Blade, swaying back and forth in his new, liquid-like form.
"You cant hurt me anymore." He taunted as he rose upwards on a spiraling column of blood, a howl of laughter escaping his lips as he just as suddenly splashed back to earth, spreading out in a widening pool. In the blink of an eye he streamed through Blade's feet, re-solidifying behind the Daywalker.
Blade spun, swinging his dagger.
Once again, Deacon morphed into blood-form. Racing around Blade in a series of spouting arcs, he turned from blood-form to solid and back again in a series of split-second transformations.
Blade whirled around, striking with his dagger, missing every time.
Deacon suddenly dissipated, splashing away into a million blood bubbles, vanishing.
Blade spun around, unnerved, trying to pin-point his foe's next manifestation.
"Where are you?" He yelled around him.
Deacon's voice answered from all directions. "Everywhere."
A droplet of blood spattered on the floor at Blade's feet and the Daywalker looked in time for a shower of blood to rain down from above, coalescing into Deacon as he swept down on Blade like a giant bird of prey, crushing him against the temple floor.
"You want my blood so much?" Deacon chuckled, sounding insane. "Take it!"
Deacon's arms elongated and liquified, flowing into two snake-like spouts of blood while the rest of him remained solid. The blood-spouts twisted around Blade's neck, melding together, completely encasing Blade's head in a bubble of blood.
Blade clawed at the blood-bubble as if it were a solid object that he could dislodge, but his finger simply passed through it.
He was trapped, and running out of air.
"So nice of you to join us."
Ignoring Kal's sarcastic drawl, Chloe's eyes narrowed as she reached his side, watching as Deacon slowly drowned Blade in his blood. "That's interesting."
From where he was leaning back against the wall, arms over his chest, watching the fight with apparent near boredom, Kal nodded. "He's been showing off like that for a while now, like a cat with a mouse." He smirked. "Or a boy with a new toy."
She could imagine that, eyes on Deacon before shaking her head and turning to Kal. "Do you have it?"
He smirked and pulled out a small vial of collected blood. "I went in and out there so fast while he was raining down that I don't think they noticed me." He then motioned to the goblet resting on the ground next to him. "You ready to do this?"
"Come on." She motioned with her head. "Blade doesn't look like he's going to be much of a distraction for much longer."
Kal surprised her by reaching down and picking her up bridal style in his arms.
She gasped, eyes wide.
He smirked down at her. "We've wasted enough time."
Chloe hid her face in his leather jacket as the world raced passed her in a blur, before seconds later she was deposited in the Bleeding Chamber.
Kal disappeared and reappear, returning with the goblet. "Don't want to be forgetting this."
"Thank you." She took the goblet him and gazed inside, following the stain of the blood to determine where the blood had been drunk from, and once done she went to now closed grid beneath the iron maiden, where Blade's blood was still pooled. She scooped up the blood through the same direction the blood had been drunk by Deacon previously, swishing the blood inside the goblet as she reached into her pocket and pulled out the bit of Deacon's hair she'd been able to tear out during their altercation at the Bone Pit.
Kal was suddenly by her side, uncorking the vial with a flirtatious little smile sent in her direction as he emptied LaMagra's blood in the mixture. "Doesn't all this blood get you going?"
She smirked, reaching with her free hand to push him away slightly when he leaned in closer. "Eyes on the prize, big boy."
His smile twisted into a cocky grin as he continued to gaze at her.
Rolling her eyes, Chloe spoke the words she'd memorized before deleting to show Deacon the translation, Kal watching with interest. The mixture of the DNA of the three main players began to simmer and bubble as she chanted, before suddenly the contents in the goblet caught on fire, the flames black. In seconds the flames died down to nothing, leaving behind a nearly transparent crimson liquid.
"That it?" Kal made a face.
"That was the easy part." Chloe scoffed, turning to him. "Now we actually have to get him to ingest this."
Kal sneered before grabbing her. "That's all I needed to know."
Blade was drowning in Frost's blood, his eyes bulging out, oxygen bubbles streaming from his mouth. He couldn't breathe, was hardly keeping onto consciousness. With the blood from the brunette he was stronger, yes, but he was no match for a blood god whom he couldn't even touch! Yet he refused to give up, to just die. Frost had taken everything and everyone from him, and Blade would not let him take his life away from him so easily! He'd been born fighting for survival and he'd die the same way!
Frost leaned in close, his face a twisted mask of insanity. "I was wrong about you, Blade. You were never one of us. You're a traitor to your race."
"Deacon!" Someone called.
Frost looked up to see that male vampire pulling in the struggling blonde.
"Stop it! Let me go!" She yelled, fighting against him viciously yet unable to get lose. "How could you?"
Frost tilted his head, letting go of his hold on Blade, causing the Daywalker to take his first breath of air, fatigued and near lifeless. "What's going on here Kal?"
"She's trying to stop you from remaining LaMagra." Kal declared. "I've known and have been pretending to be her accomplice to see what exactly she knew."
"You bastard!" The blonde snarled at him, tears in his eyes. "I thought I could trust you! I thought you had my back!"
"I am not Clark Kent!" He snarled down at her, giving her a vicious shake. "When will you get that?"
She slapped him.
He backhanded her, the force sending her flying to the ground before turning to Deacon. "There's a way to make LaMagra Sleep once more."
Blade held onto his consciousness at this.
Frost tensed. "What?"
"She didn't tell you, but there was a section of the texts left out of your copy which detailed how to send LaMagra back to sleep for at least another millennia."
"Kal don't!" The female begged, still kneeling on the ground, shoulders slumped in defeat. "Please."
"What is it?" Frost narrowed his eyes.
"A mixture of LaMagra's blood, the chalice, the Daywalker's blood, your hair, and an ancient chant." Kal replied, face and voice blank. "My job was to make sure you drank it once she created it, which would send LaMagra back into slumber and leave you vulnerable. I waited until she disclosed how it was to be used before bringing her to you."
"Good job." Frost seemed to forget about the Daywalker as he stormed towards the blonde and grabbed her by her hair, raising her up. "You ungrateful bitch!"
Blade kept his ground, breathing in and out, feeling his strength beginning to return to him.
"I was going to make you my Queen and you do this to me?" Frost's eyes were so red you couldn't make out the pupils, his voice low and like a multiple different voices in one. "You have disappointed me for the last time. You will watch as Vanessa drains the life out of your bleeder father before she has the pleasure of ripping you apart. I am LaMagra, I don't need you anymore! I am god! I don't need anyone or anything!"
"Well, you'll need a new executioner." She hissed at him, raising her chin in defiance although there were tears of fear in her eyes. "I drank the life right out of Vanessa and then I staked her." Her eyes flashed with her defiance. "She tasted good."
Frost snarled before grabbing her hair and yanking her head viciously to the side before biting down on her neck, obviously deciding to give her the same treatment. He drank in deep, ignoring her struggles and screams and pleads for help.
The blonde slowly began to cease her struggles, her gaze first going to Blade in a look he couldn't decipher, and then her gaze found Kal's, her Judas', and her lips twisted in a smile.
Blade's eyes widened as he turned to look at the other vampire, who was eyeing the duo with narrowed eyes.
He was concerned.
Suddenly Frost yanked his fangs from the blonde's neck and dropped her, body beginning to spasm as he coughed. "What-what's happening?"
"I did tell you my job was to get you to drink, didn't I?" Kal smirked as he picked up the injured blonde as the Temple of Night began to tremble.
Blade's eyes widened as he realized what had happened.
The female had ingested the potion, or injected herself with it maybe, and this whole spectacle had been an act to get Frost to drink from her...and thus her spiked blood.
"You dare betray me?" Frost snarled at Kal, trying to walk towards him, only managing to collapse.
"On the contrary, I'm following your orders." Kal shifted the female's weight in his arms. "You told me to treat with extreme prejudice anyone who touched her. I'm doing exactly that."
The female, obviously weak from blood loss, rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes.
Kal gazed down at her, silent for a moment, before turning to kick Blade's sword towards him. "How about you finish it this time?"
Blade grabbed his sword and used it to help him stand, turning to Frost.
The vampire's body was spasming violently as suddenly a shadowy wraith seemed to tear out from inside of him, causing a scream to erupt form his lips as it circled above him. One by one those creatures tore out of him causing agony to escape his lips, twisting his body in terrifying ways, joining the ever-increasing group flying like a tornado above him.
Finally the last ghostly spectral tore itself lose, joining its brethren in their circle above.
Frost stumbled to his feet.
Blade moved, racing towards the vampire and slamming his silver sword deep into the vampire's heart. "Seems I'm not the one at the wrong end of the fang, huh?"
Frost looked up at him, horror and confusion on his face, before with a scream of frustration and pain he went up in flames and ash.
Above Blade the shadow wraiths shrieked and raced back to their tombs as the Temple of Night began to crash down all around him.
He turned to where Kal and the blonde were but found them gone.
Taking in a deep breath, Blade began to stumble out of the place started falling down all around him.