BLADE II | The Bloodpacks "Snowman" (Donnie Yen) x Female OC

This one is a more a draft from my story. I thought it would be fun to write this on from his POV. Will rewrite/update this one later on.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

The mission was simple. Lure Blade's human into isolation and take her out. Those were Reinhardt's orders the very moment they assembled our group to assist the day walker in vanquishing the parasite that threatens our kind.

For months now I've watched her, studied her, extracting anything of value from her lifestyle. Her strongest skill set was blood analysis and chemistry, making her Blade's go-to for vials that control the hunger inside him, as well as a cure that could very well reverse the symptoms of a bite. For these reasons alone she had to go.

With her dead, Blade would be one step closer to becoming vulnerable, and with the Blood pack itching into his nest, it was only a matter of time before the day walker was no more. Many of us wanted a chance at the vampire killer, myself included, but Reinhardt was the most determined and eventually declared himself the leader of our pack.

Chosen specially for this mission I followed her into the nightclub, lure her outside, I had her in my grasp...then I fucked up. In the end, I was the one who was caught off guard. Pulling away from her, I sheathed the sword that should have sliced her throat and ran.

With my own heart still pounding, the hunger for her lingered and I had to end it quickly. I had to satisfy my thirst, regain my honor and finish what I started. Spotting the redhead down the sidewalk, the woman was getting into her car just as I reached the driver's side...catching it before she could close.

I saw the fear in her eyes when she looked at me. "Sheep." I thought to myself as I shoved her further into the car and held her down. Her screams were like music that fell on deaf ears on the secluded street as my fangs sunk into her neck.

Releasing my frustrations from the previous encounter, I squeezed and bit down on her flesh harder than I have ever before. Blood gushed from her throat, feeling the warm plasma smear on my face. I jerked her around like an animal, attacking this woman with such a rage until I drained her completely.

My second opportunity came to me that following summer when our elite force joined Blade investigating a vampire nightclub in search of these new epidemic life forms, we now call reapers. She was waiting outside with information, wanting to join the fight until Blade instructed her otherwise.

The girl must be stupid to think she would last underground for more than a minute. Bringing a human female into a nest would be fatal as well as jeopardize our purpose there. She was in the midst of arguing with the day walker until she glanced over at our group. Her eyes finding mine.

It was the first time we had looked at each other since that night in the alley, immediately something unfamiliar stirred inside my chest. I didn't like this feeling, still, my eyes never left her until she physically turned from me. I brushed off whatever it was and could feel Reinhardts gaze on me closely.

We entered the establishment and split up. My hand rested on the katana at my waist while the casually lay against my shoulder, its handle firmly in my grasp. There was no doubt in my mind that I would be using it tonight and after just a few short hours the reapers made their presence known.

As the fight broke out, people scattered and screamed, and a starving reaper approached me. Mistaking me a prey was a miscalculation on his part. He suffered the steel of my sword and I impaled him to the wall.

The reaper managed to escape before I could end him with my second weapon by tearing himself through my blade. Wailing and climbing up the wall like some kind of demon, disappearing in the shadows leaving only a trail of blood.

Then I heard her scream.

Pulling me like a magnet I ripped my sword from the wall and followed the sounds of distress upstairs, out of the night club and into the more vacant parts of this historic building. The name she called for between her screams was Blades, but I arrived instead.

The stupid girl had gone against her daywalkers wishes and slipped inside from the roof, only to encounter a reaper. The creature had her pinned to the floor, its mouth ripped open as he desperately tried to bite her. Its only restraint was the bar she had pressed against its throat, leaving its parasitic tongue stretching reaching for her. Barely inches away from her skin.

Her strength was wavering, and I just stood there realizing my own job would be accomplished by letting it take her. I should feel relief, but instead, it was rage. The audacity the reaper had to think it could take what was mine.

Charging, I plunged both swords into reaper and pried it off her. Claws ripping holes in the sleeves of her jacket as I did so. Wailing like the other I reacted on a rampage, slicing and stabbing this creature before letting my feet leave the ground and kicking it into the nearest wall.

It was disfigured and gushing black blood, yet it still lived through my onslaught. How? Reapers were more immune to most things that killed my kind...then I remembered the alley.

Spinning my sword between my fingers until the sharp side was out, the reaper screamed at me in anger even as I took it across his throat. Beheading him and leaving its body's remaining nerves twitching from my sword's swift impact.

Turning around I prepared for another fight, to fix the mistake that I have now made twice. Instead, I found her arms around my waist, throwing herself against me in such a way that I dropped both swords. Her breathing was already labored as she clung to my body like a leech, her forehead pressed into my armor.

"Thank you." her voice broke. I could practically smell her fear, seeping from her trembling body as she realized the mistake she made coming inside.

Part of me desperately wanted to kill her, for the sake of avoiding Reinhardt's wrath and completing his mission of hate toward Blade. The other part of me wished this armor of mine were removed so I could have her warmth, to feel her heart beating against my chest.

I took the wrath instead.

One of our own became a mercy killing after being bitten by a reaper, Reinhardt blamed me for not being there. Back at the lair, there was a dissatisfied silence, yet everyone moved forward. Starting with the examination of a dead reaper captured by Blade's eldest human, whistler.

I stayed with the group by the weapons table as we readied for our next fight. Unlatching my armor and pulling it over my head, I tossed it onto the counter, feeling relieved of its protected weight. Then I sensed something, just as my group's head snapped up, I turned to find her standing behind me with a sword.

Everyone flinched, ready to attack when she quickly pulled it from its sheath. Unexpectedly she turned it sideways and turned it over to display its craftsmanship. It was a uniquely formed Chinese sword, its double edges converted from black steel to a strange yet beautiful blue opal-like material.

"I designed this sword myself." She began. "I infused the blade with reflective steel and reconstructed the hilt with a device the gives off ultralight." Turning the handle upright she revealed a small trigger. "You squeeze this bad boy when slicing or stabbing it will give off a UV charge that will burn up a vampire from the inside without the use of a sun...Just don't do it otherwise or the light it radiates could take you out as well."

Why was she telling me this? The others around me shared the same confused expression. "It's my favorite sword...I call her Vera." she smiled at the blade once more before sliding it back into its sheath and holding it out to me. "She's yours now. Consider it a thank you for saving my life, even though I know you didn't want to."

I remained stunned as the others watched me. I searched her eyes trying to understand the motive behind her actions and what would happen once I received this generous gift.

Unfortunately, my mind was made up for me when she forcefully took my hand and place it on the sword. "Just take the fucking thing already." she hissed, shoving the sword into my chest before walking away.

The situation afterward was awkward with all eyes on me, including Blades. I brushed everyone off and turned my attention back to the weapons on the table, given her sword one last glance before sitting it with my own.

"Even though you did want to." An hour passed and those words still itched at me, irritated me even. How could she possibly register what I was thinking at the time, let alone feeling? No one could, not even the blood pack that I fought with.

To them, I was the fast one. The silent swordmen that could speak no words. For that reason alone, no one held their attention with me for too long, and I cherished that... until now. For the first time I wanted to say something, I wanted to talk and tell her exactly what I thought. To a pathetic human of all things.

Studying those around me, the group had gone off to do their own thing and Reinhardt had joined Blade with the remaining few to examine the anatomy of the dead reaper. I took this moment to slip away, vanishing down from the open and down the same dark hall I saw her exit.

Exploring more of the area, I followed her scent to one of the bedrooms and into the bathroom she was currently in. Breaking an entry and unchallenging every lock to get me there. "What the hell dude?"

I threw my hand over her mouth as I slipped inside, closing the door and relocking it behind me. Placing finger index finger, I assured her silence before removing my hand over her mouth. Backing her I took a look at the woman in front of me.

She wore a soft burgundy kimono-style robe, and her hair was still damp. I had caught her shortly after a bath, probably desperate to wash away the filth from the nightclub and her almost fatal encounter with a reaper.

I almost felt bad for interrupting her time of privacy. I was a pureblood vampire, but I still had morals...my own code to live by when it came to women who weren't exactly my victims. I exhaled and used my hands to express the words I wanted to say. To correct her of what she said earlier and how wrong she really was. "I wanted to save you."

"I'm sorry," she shook her head. "I don't understand what you're saying...yet."

Yet. Another word fell from her lips and lingered on my mind. She didn't understand my hand gestured, but she wanted to. I repeated my words, speaking with only my hands before quickly realizing it was still useless. The more I signaled and repeated myself the more I wanted her.

I sighed in a frustrating defeat and approached her. Slowly this time, showing her that this wasn't an attack. Despite this, she still backed away until she bumped against the counter behind her. I used this leverage to show her what I wanted, closing in on her and kissing her hard.

There was some restraint as expected. Still, she moaned against my lips and took me in. Slipping my hands around her waist and locked her against my body. Her human warmth was like a fire that engulfed my core, with this an undying hunger grew. One that couldn't be satisfied with her blood.

Breaking the kiss, I lifted her chin back and sucked on her neck. Her heart was already pounding so hard, and the sound of her breathing was enticing. The lack of trepidation she displayed only made me more eager to have her. Finding the fold of her robe I yanked it apart and off her shoulders. Her exposed flesh looked absolutely delicious, and I became more impatient.

I pulled the soft cloth down, palming one full breast in my hands. Feeling the wake of her arousal and her back arch while I firmly caressed her. Kissing her once more, I nipped at her lips while my free hand traveled lower.

She gasped against me when my fingers parted the folds of her sex, stroking her clit in a steady, circular rhythm before plunging two of my fingers inside. Without hesitation, I pumped into her as I did when we first met. Fast, rough, and without mercy.

It was glorious watching her unravel as she clutched onto my clothes, throwing her arms around my neck and wrapping one of her legs up around my waist. Kissing me deeply, feeling the hard heat of our tongues sliding together. Gasping and moaning out simultaneously, I swallowed her cries and refused to stop until I had broken her.

Biting my lower lip, I stared into those pleading eyes of her as that sensation finally hit. I didn't stop as her head fell back and her body spasmed against my hand. Giving her that orgasm I rightfully owed her from last time.

"Snow..." she sighed. I stopped her with a lingering kiss. Once I knew she could still stand my lips traveled down. Taking her breast into my mouth I suckled, gently biting her as I pulled away and continued lower.

I dropped to my knees and threw her leg over my shoulder. She held her breath, knowing what came next as I tilted her hips forward and ran my tongue along her swollen flesh before diving inside her. Her knees trembled from my stimulations as I fed on her, tasting her sweet nectar and teasing her with my fangs.

Still so surprised that this human would let me near her in such a way. I could literally feel the blood pulsing through her even here. Nothing, not even she could stop me from biting into the main artery of her inner thigh and draining her of all life.

She trusted me. Trusted that I would bring her nothing but pleasure even if there was that small fear of being bitten and that drove me over the edge. The realization hit that I was falling for her, this forbidden fruit that I now took to satisfy myself when I should have ended her life months ago.

In doing so I have brought great dishonor on myself, as well as the shame of the pureblood vampires. She would be a secret I would gladly keep. Making her a victim of my divine strength all while suffering my gentility. Only her.

Lost in such thoughts I tipped her over the edge a second time. Grabbing a fist full of my hair she cried out, nearly collapsing onto me. I lifted her up as I stood, throwing her helplessly over my shoulder, and brought her to the bedroom.

I tossed her on the bed quite roughly before removing my shirt. She propped up on her elbows and watched as I undid my pants, freeing my desire. I gestured for her to come closer, one at which she did by shaking her head no.

Snarling at her and showing my fangs, I snatched her by the ankle and yanked her to the edge of the bed. She yelped with a soft smile growing on her face...she was enjoying this. The fact that she liked making me bare my fangs made me more than willing to give them to her.

Leaning down I quickly sought to bite her, something that was supposed to scare her, only this time she gasped and extended her neck to me. I responded by licking up her neck toward her chin, letting my fangs lightly drag over her skin. Teasing her yet warning her to never tempt me.

Grabbing her legs and pressed her knees far apart so that she was spread wide, flourishing in front of me. Without any further warning, I plunged right into her. She moaned loudly I surely thought the whole blood pack heard as she took in the intense sensation.

She closed her eyes instinctively as I pounded into her, dominating her hard and fast. I had my hands firmly on her hips, pulling her to me with every raging thrust. She lay in absolute bliss beneath me, I loved witnessing the blood rush to her face I left her breathless.

Her hands reached up and held onto my biceps, arching he back to me so that I sink in deeper. I grunted, satisfied and amazed at how she was taking my full power and loving it rough. I bent over her, pressed her knees into her shoulders, and held her there with my face hovering over her own.

I was close and I wanted to look at her, I needed her eyes on me. Lowering my head, I nudged her softly. She opened her eyes and reached up and cupped my face. I growled, baring my fangs once more as the tension overcame me.

Releasing her legs, she lowered them as I lazily sunk down against her body. I remained inside of her still, slowly rocking out hips in a soft rhythm, our bodies somehow giving away to this secret pleasure between us.

She slid her hands around my waist, "Not running off this time?" she whispered as her fingertips ran along my back. I smiled and shook my head, then kissed her. Feeling quite confident that I got my original point across. 

Forming a taboo in the process.

Length again, I know. lol My apologies, but these are short stories after all. I just gotta remind myself After Dark is meant for "Sexy" encounters and not fight scenes. Sometimes I can't resist adding a little plot to the porn I'm writing. I'm that kind of weirdo. 

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