I have decided to make the story a bit of a love triangle, as I adore Hannibal King. This part is mostly Hannibal, but never fear, the next part will be back to being Drake. Hope you enjoy. 🧛‍♂️🦇

(Y/n) rubbed her eyes. She was tired, not only from lack of sleep, but also from looking at Blade's blood. Everything she had tried, had failed. To (Y/n), vampirism was like a virus. An infection that our bodies needed help to fight. So, if she could try and create a vaccine using Blade's blood, then hopefully no one else would ever be able to be turned. And maybe those that were already infected, could be cured. But if not, once her job was done, she would leave the rounding up of the rest of the bloodsucking menace to Blade, Hannibal and the others.

"Any luck?" A cold voice asked. The sudden noise making (Y/n) jolt.

She was used to Hannibal trying to sneak up on her. In fact, it was sort of a game between them. (Y/n) always managing to catch her big dork before he could scare her. But she was still not used to Blade. Not used to his smell or his monotone, unamused voice.

"Er......no. Not yet anyway. Though I do have something in the machine that I'm waiting to finish running through its cycle. And I have a few more things in mind to try. I might need to draw a little more blood from you, but it will only be a couple of vials." (Y/n) replied, as she got up from her seat and stretched her aching body. Each bone and muscle protesting at having to have craned over a microscope for what, (Y/n) was sure, had been hours. The only thing breaking up the monotony of her task being Hannibal appearing periodically with a fresh cup of coffee, and a goofy grin. (Y/n) sure that the lovable doofus was the only thing that kept her going.

Blade looked over the top of his glasses at the woman before him. He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was, but there was something different about her. Something that wasn't quite like the others. It was odd, he had been told that (Y/n) had never been bitten. That she had never been a slave, like Hannibal had been. Yet there was something very.......well very vampire about her. He had noticed that she could sense things, hear and smell things that as a normal human being, she shouldn't be able to do. But she had none of the vampire's weaknesses. So, what could be the woman's story, he didn't know. Though Blade was determined to keep his eye on her. Just in case.

(Y/n) smiled uncomfortably as Blade looked over the top of his glasses at her. It wasn't that she was scared or intimidated by the Daywalker. She had met and killed her fair share of vampires. And she knew that none of them were anything that could possibly be called, well......ever be called, friendly. They were, after all, only after one thing, and that was to sink their fangs into your neck and bleed you dry. But Blade was colder than most. The Daywalker the complete opposite of Hannibal. The human vampire hybrid having a terrible habit of making her feel terribly awkward. Like she was a rare animal in the zoo, and his attention was always on her. (Y/n) was never sure whether it was intentional or not. But whichever it was, she always wished he would stop.

She had to admit, that if you ignored the "I don't take or give a shit" attitude that he had, then Blade was kinda handsome. Well, that was if you liked the mean and moody type. Personally, (Y/n) had a thing for dopey dorks that looked good in a singlet. (Y/n) sighing happily as said dopey dork, thankfully suddenly appeared at the door.

"Hey, sweet cheeks. You said to come and remind you to take a break. But it looks like the big bad bloodsucker beat me to it." Hannibal chuckled, as he jumped up and sat on (Y/n)'s desk. Swinging his legs like he was a little kid in the playground. Hannibal completely ignoring the small snarl from Blade.

"Thanks, Han. Think I might go out for a while. I need to get some air. Been couped up here with your stinky ass for too long. I think that I am starting to become accustomed to that funk of yours. Which can't be a good thing." (Y/n) chuckled, as she kissed a grinning Hannibal on the nose.

"I don't think that that's a good idea." Blade said, as he removed his dark glasses and took a look down the lenses of (Y/n)'s microscope.

"I'll have you know that my girl is perfectly capable of taking care of herself. It was really (Y/n) that helped me get away from that walking vagina with teeth, Danica. (Y/n)'s killed more vampires than a fat guy's had hot dinners. Ain't that right, my little brainbox." Hannibal butted in, as he placed his arm around (Y/n)'s shoulder. The hunter knowing that (Y/n) had never liked being told what she could and couldn't do.

"I wouldn't put it quite that way, Hannibal. But as I have never been bitten. Never been a slave, and I'm still alive, I would say that I can take care of myself. Yes." (Y/n) added. Now more determined than ever that she was going to leave the confines of her lab.

"And I won't be gone for long. I just need a quick walk. Some fresh air. I'm going crazy couped up in here. Anyway, the last test I was conducting with your blood will be done soon. I have to be back for that. Now, if you don't mind. I will leave you two to your MENSA meeting." (Y/n) explained. Kissing Hannibal before pushing past Blade and making for the door. Determined to show the Daywalker that she could more than look after herself.

"That's my girl. Stubborn as all hell. We really have to work on your reverse psychology, big guy. Either that, or your technique with women. Cos from where I'm sitting, your pretty woeful." Hannibal laughed as he jumped off the desk and followed after (Y/n). Blade not sure how someone like Hannibal King had ended up with a woman of undoubted intelligence, like (Y/n).

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"I will go for her, myself. You are all fools. I should never have trusted any of you with this in the first place. I will find my queen." Drake growled as Danica told him that they knew who his lady was, and that she was working with a group called the Nightstalker's, as well as Blade.

"But.............."

"There are no buts! She should already be with me. She should already be by my side. Yet here I am, still alone. And as you all seem to be incapable of accomplishing the simplest of tasks, I will have to take matters into my own hands. When she is with me, this Daywalker of yours will no longer be of concern." Drake interrupted with a disdainful hiss. Danica, Asher and Jarko cowering back, as the great vampire bared his teeth. The three watching as the first of their kind made his way out of the room.

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(Y/n) sat on the edge of the dock. The night air was warm for the time of year, and the soft breeze that blew gently across the water, made (Y/n) hum happily. It was nice being out. Even if she hadn't gone far, it was still nice. A much needed respite from her work, from the others. From Blade. And despite knowing that she was going to have to return soon, she was going to make the most of the moment.

She couldn't remember the last time that she had some time to herself. Even though she loved Hannibal, he could be a little full on at the best of times. (Y/n) sure that he was little more than an overgrown schoolboy. And at the moment, he was using all his best lines to try and really get under the skin of Blade.

Suddenly she sniffed at the air. A strange odour catching her attention. It wasn't the usual smells that they got around there. The overpowering scent of the fishing boats, normally making it almost impossible for her to smell anything else. Yet this odour was different. It seemed to drift along with the breeze. Seemed to surround her. And in the back of her mind, (Y/n) was sure that she had smelt it before. A long time ago.

(Y/n) took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Reveling in the musk that now seemed to have filled her every sense, and she couldn't help but smile. It was somehow making her feel safe. Protected. Loved. Her thoughts filling with images of her nightmares.

"A beautiful night. Is it not?" A deep voice asked. The warm honey like tone that kissed her ears, causing her to turn around quickly. Her eyes growing wide as she looked up at the large handsome man behind her. A man that looked every inch like the one in her dream. And as much as she wanted to move. As much as she wanted to run. She knew that she could do nothing but stay. That she didn't want to be anywhere other than with him.

"Hello, my love. I swear that you are even more beautiful than the last time I saw you." The man said, holding out his hand for (Y/n) to take. A smile pulling at the corner of the man's lips as she took it, and he helped her from the floor.

"Who.......who are you? Why do I see you in my dreams?" (Y/n) asked hesitantly. As the man gently kissed her hand. Her heart almost bursting from her chest as she saw his teeth. The vampire biting down his own wrist and letting the blood drop onto the floor.

"I will show you everything. Tell you everything. All you need to do, is take this." The man told her as he brought his blooded wrist up to (Y/n)'s lips. The world around her fading into black, as the first drop touched her lips.