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Blood Ties	By : cheryl64 Category: 1 through F > Blade (All) > Blade (All) Views: 2006 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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From the Journal of Robert Frohmeyer:

My talk with Drake made me curious to know more about him. Josh has been avoiding me, so it was left to Eric to fill me in. LaMagra, The blood god. I have to admit it is ironic that a man who has hated vampires all of his life now finds himself the father in law to the first vampire. The one they all descend from.
And yes I believe father in law is the correct term. Josh and Drake share a bond that can only be broken through death.
*****
“Pendragon has a large estate 5 hours away from here by car.” Blade said. “Somewhere in the neighborhood of 30 vampires and God only knows how many familiars serving him. His followers are babies. There's only a handful over 100 and only one over 500.”
Drake nodded his head, “Pendragon is ancient. A little over 5000, but still a child compared to me.”
“Right now all we have to worry about are the familiars. The suckheads have to stay under cover until nightfall. That gives us about 9 hours.” Hannibal said looking at his watch. “We can be there in time to do a lot of damage before sundown if we take the helicopters.”
“We are going to take the fight to him.” Blade said. “Hannibal you're coming with me. Abby I want you to stay here.”
“Blade I'm better in the field than Hannibal.” Abby said.
“That's why you're staying.” Scud said. “Familiars can still do a hell of a lot of damage. Besides all the Frohmeyers are going to be here. But there's always the chance that some of his vamps are holed up somewhere near here. I don't want anything happening to Eric.”
“What about that fancy security system of yours?” Hannibal asked Scud. “Are you going to turn it on?”
“I never turned it off. Hassan waasn't the only vampire out there with ambition.” Scud answered. “I already spoke to Minns, He's briefing his men now.”
“Good. We'll leave within the hour.” Drake said.
*****
Scud buckled the last strap in place on Drake's shoulder guard and stepped back. “Damn babe you look hot. Barbarian chic never looked so good.”
Drake was dressed for battle. Leather pants were tucked into leather boots. He wore a shirt of chain mail and a leather shoulder guard. A leather scabbard holding his sword was slung diagonally across his back, the hilt of his sword peeking over his shoulder.
“You like this look?” Drake asked with a smirk.
“Oh yeah. If you weren't getting ready to ride off into battle I'd jump your bones right now.” Scud answered before pressing his lips against Drake's.
“Well when I get back, I'm going to remind you off that.” Drake said before turning serious. “Be careful, love. Remember that they want you, don't let your guard down.”
“I won't. And if they are stupid enough to come here I'll just go all demonic on their asses and have them for a midnight snack.” Scud said.
Blade soon joined them lower level entrance way in his own black leather and sunglasses. Hannibal was right on Blade's heels dressed in a pair of jeans, T-shirt and a jacket.
“Jesus Christ!” Hannibal exclaimed. “You two look like a crackhead version of The Dark Knight meets Conan the Barbarian.”
“Wait!” Eric came running up carrying the auto injector that Scud had invented for Blade when he faced the Reapers. “I did some research. I realized that silver may not be exactly lethal on the older vamps so. I changed the solution. It's a mixture of Garlic, silver nitrate and ferrous sulfate. It seems that most older 'entities' have a problem with iron. Maybe it will do something to Pendragon.”
“I've briefed our men Mr Drake. They know Pendragon's glyph now. We're on high alert.” Minns said. “If they show up here, we'll be ready.”
Drake nodded. “Just remember, Pendragon marks his familiars the way I do. Also we don't know if his vampires have created familiars. If they have, we don't know those glyphs. Be suspicious of any unknown glyphs.”
“Yes sir.” The guard said.
Blade looked around and said “Let's do this.”
*****
Abby and Robert were downstairs with all of the people that called the lower levels home. Everyone seemed to understand what was going on and preparing. Irene was overseeing the laying in of food and water. Almost everyone had some weapon made of silver.
“These people are unbelievably organized.” Robert said as he loaded a gun with silver bullets. “They all seem to know exactly what to do.”
“They've been in this position before.” Abby said as she loaded her quiver. “A little over a year ago a real ancient called Hassan got it into his mind to kill your son. That guy was the second oldest vampire in creation.”
“I take it he's dead?” Robert said.
“Threatening Scud is right up there on the list of all time stupid things to do.” Abby said. “Tug on Superman's cape, spit into the wind, threaten Josh Frohmeyer.”
Eric and Scud soon made their way downstairs.
“Eric you stay with your father. It's safer down here and I'm not going to let anything happen to you.” Scud told him giving him a shove in Robert's direction. “Okay other than Ingrid, there's no vamps down here and Ingrid is going to stay with Joseph. I'm going back up now.”
“Josh, you aren't staying down here with us?” Robert asked.
“On the outside chance that things go to hell, no. I don't want Pendragon's people getting their hands on Eric.” Josh said turning heading back down the corridor.
“He can take care of himself.” Abby assured Robert. “He doesn't like to fight but he can and other than Drake, I don't think that there's a vampire that can stand up to him.”
*****
The Old one was with the Master in the study which left the rest of Pendragon's vampires to their own devices. Many of them were uncomfortable with the situation. The insanity of Pendragon's actions and obsessions was the current topic of discussion. More than a couple were appalled at the death of the child and the knowledge that Pendragon had two more in his custody.
Others were concerned by Pendragon's mood swings and tendency to change his mind. Since Joseph had disappeared, Pendragon had flip-flopped between bring the old man home safely and butchering him on the spot.
Pendragon had not held himself back from harming his own people, three vampires had been turned to ash at Pendragon's hands and no less than triple the number in familiars also dead. Some of those familiars were Pendragons and others were not.
The only constant in the whole mess was Pendragon's obsession with Joshua. He had the painting moved back into his study where he could be found more often than not staring at it stroking his finger's over the canvas image. Vampires and familiars alike found his actions...creepy. It was one of the younger vamps barely even 70 years old that brought up the most troubling point. Pendragon was talking about going up against Drake.
This vampire had not been turned by Pendragon, he had been turned by a vampire named Jarko Grimwood, enforcer for Danica and Asher Talos. This vampire knew exactly what Drake was. He knew first hand the destruction Drake was capable of. Drake was a god walking the Earth and crossing a God never ended well. Just ask the Egyptians how well they liked those 10 plagues.
“If you want to see tomorrow's sunset, I suggest you get the hell out of Dodge when the sun sets this evening. Drake will kill us all if we stay. He is not just another vampire; he is the one that created us all, LaMagra, The Blood God. I don't owe any great loyalty to Pendragon and I'm not going to commit suicide for him.”
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