94I thought I might start a new series. Hope you like it! The romance comes a little later, but there will be chemistry.
Vampires never surprised her, but some reason this one did. She hadn't expected that the dead man on the autopsy table to be a vampire. She should have known. And now she was paying the price by watching Curtis die right in front of her.
She was surprised, but she was not stupid. She burst through the doors and ran down the hallway. The wounded vampire was right behind her. Her pathway was blocked by nurses and doctors. The vampire tackled her and held her down. He bit into her neck and she screamed. She summoned up her strength and threw the vampire into the wall. He looked shocked, and he should have been. No ordinary person could fight against a vampire. She pressed her hand to the bite on her neck, and tried to stand up.
She saw a man dressed in black beat the living crap out of the vampire. She sank to the floor as her vision blurred. She was becoming weak from the blood loss. The wound hadn't stopped bleeding yet. It always took longer for vampire bites to heal than regular wounds.
Blade cut off Quinn's arm. It fell to the floor inches away from the woman who had been attacked. It turned to ash immediately. The woman crawled away and attempted to get up, but failed. He almost admired her for her determination. She managed to sit up and lean against a gurney. She was breathing hard and trying to focus.
The police showed up and started shooting at Blade.
"Motherfucker! Are you out of your damn mind?" he shouted at them. They should have been shooting at Quinn, not him.
Quinn took the opportunity to run. He jumped out a window. Blade wanted to go after him, but it was too late.
He looked back at the woman who had been bitten. She looked vulnerable and helpless. He should kill her; she would become a vampire if he didn't. Then her silver eyes locked onto his. It was as if her gaze penetrated him. He made up his mind.
He walked over to her and picked her up. More reinforcements arrived and started shooting. He ran through a door, but it only led to a small room with no other exit. The only way out was through the window. He smashed it open with his fist.
The woman stirred in his arms. She was wide-awake now, and new his intentions. He changed his grip on her and threw her out the window. He could hear her curse and she sailed through the air and landed on another building.
She landed hard on her shoulder and pain shot through her body. She was not as worried about her shoulder as she was about her neck. Her shoulder was already starting to heal; all it needed was to be popped back into place.
She heard boots land next to her. Powerful arms scooped her up and help her to her feet.
"My arm is dislocated," she whispered to the man in black. He grabbed her arm and her shoulder, and popped the arm back into place. She grunted at the pain and gritted her teeth. She felt her world slip into oblivion.
Blade carried the woman to his car, and drove to the hideout. He weighed the pros and cons of bringing her to the workshop. Whistler would be mad, he was sure of it.
He looked at her while she was sleeping. Her milk chocolate complexion was turning gray. He remembered her silver eyes. They were beautiful and exotic. He quickly banished the thought from his mind. He didn't have time for feelings.
He checked her pulse to make sure she was alright. She was fine and he steered his attention back to driving.
His car entered the workshop. He parked it and got out.
"Whistler!" he called out, but Whistler ignored him. Blade took the woman out of the car and carried her towards an examination table. "Whistler!" This time Whistler came over and looked at the woman.
"So you're bringing in strays now, how delightful," he said sarcastically. Blade ignored him and placed the woman on the table. She stirred a little but was stayed asleep.
"She's been bitten," Blade stated flatly. Whistler looked from him to the woman.
"Then you should have killed her."
"Yeah, but I didn't." Whistler narrowed his eyes. He went to a shelf and pulled off some salts and a syringe. He put the salts under the woman's nose. The smell woke her up.
Her eyes snapped open. She had no idea where she was. She recognized the man in black, but she had no idea who the old man was. She tried to sit up, but as soon as she did a searing pain went through her head.
"Where am I?" she managed to get out.
Whistler peered at her and read her tag.
"Dr. Diana Thomas, you've been bitten by a vampire. We're going to burn the virus out with garlic and an essence of silver. This is going to hurt a lot." He leaned in close with syringe. That's when she started struggling. Blade hands shot out and held her arms down. She kicked the syringe out of Whistler's hand, and pulled out of Blade's grasp. She kicked the old man away and rolled off the table.
Blade was surprised by her strength. He reached out for her, but she put her hand up preventing him from coming any closer. Surprisingly, he couldn't get any closer to her. It was almost as if she made a force field. The barrier weakened and he was able to grab her and put her on the table. She still struggled, but she was getting weaker by the second.
"Hold her still, damnit!" Whistler ordered. Blade pressed on a pressure point that made her go still. Whistler injected her, and her body convulsed with pain. Blade had to use all of his strength to keep her down. She was strong.
She screamed extremely loud as the silver raced through her bloodstream. The garlic didn't do any harm to her, but the silver made her blood boil. Her body arched as the silver attacked her system. The dose wasn't lethal, but it was enough to knock her unconscious. Her body slumped down, and Blade let her go. He wasn't entirely sure that she was human.
"It was Quinn who bit her," Blade stated.
"Frost's little errand boy? Do you feel responsible for her state?" he asked indicating the woman on the table.
"No," he replied coldly. Whistler started to walk away and go back to his work.
"I'll give her fifty-fifty, if she makes it through the night," he said and returned to his walk.
Blade kept watch over the woman. She intrigued him somehow. He usually blocked his feelings.
He studied her. She looked like she was in her 20's and physically fit. She had straight her that went down her back, but the top part was in a ponytail. She wore silver hoops in her ears, and no make up. She looked fairly young, but he knew not to judge people by their looks. She could be a vampire for all he knew.
He was confused. Different thoughts and feelings raced through his head, but he quieted them down. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. He walked out without a second glance. He tried not to think about what she could be. He didn't know what to do with her.
A few hours later
Diana woke up, and instead of silver eyes, her eyes were now blue.
The next chapter will be longer. Please review.
