Blade!

A castle in Eastern Walachia...

Gunfire flashes sparked through the old windows of the ruined castle, the occasional snarl or hiss of some creature in the dark echoing out only to suddenly be silenced with said gunfire, or the flick of a silvery blade. Smoke and ash littered the halls and corridors of the castle, a snarl echoing out from someone lunging towards their attacker with bared fanged and clawed fingers, only to have his head and hands severed with a single swipe of the razor edge of a sword. A whirling of swipes, jabs and thrusts bisected several other vampires around the trench coat wearing man, reducing them all to charred dust and bone meal.

"Mutherfuckers ALWAYS forget who they'd be fucking with..."

With a flourish of his wrist, the one-handed sword was sheaved back into its holster behind his coat. The sounds of more vampires heading his way in the shadows. They still thought he couldn't see them, still thought that all this time he was human. Well, they were half right. Pulling open his trench coat and freeing his automatic pistols, he sprayed down the hall with silver nitrate bullets, all of them dipped in a formula of garlic salt when they were cooled. The results were a fiery lightshow as each bullet made the undead creatures burst into flames screaming as they were perforated by the holy ammunition.

Charging ahead and still firing until his clips were empty, Blade jumped over the last standing vampire in his way, pulling free a kukri knife from his vest to slit his throat when he landed, the vampire's severed head falling off his shoulders as the rest of his body disintegrated into ash. By now the castle had become completely barren save for himself and his primary target. Blade had been hunting the man for months through Europe. Casually walking down the stone steps to the deeper reaches of the castle, Blade cast down one hidden attacker after the other until he finally made his way to a grand chamber, lit by torches where a single man stood waiting.

"You think you can face me in my sanctum? My personal abode?"

"You're a hard man to hunt down out in the open." Smiled Blade, unsheathing his sword and drawing a line in the ground at his feet. "Figured I'd knock on your front door, see if you were home so I can burn the whole place down."

"You... You face the darkness of Dracula himself you insipid fool! My minions are but pale shadows to MY shadow."

"Yeah, yeah... Just keep those fangs where I can see'em, I need new beads for my charm band."

Like a blur, the two collided in a flurry of strikes and stabs, the vampire brandishing an ancient saber to counter Blade's manufactured sword. Sparks flew and the air current in the chamber changed and shifted with each sword parry until there was a small whirlwind surrounding the two. They looked equally matched until Blade slapped something over his wrist and the entire chamber was flooded with ultraviolet light, blinding the vampire just as his legs were taken from under him, literally. Collapsing on his back with his legs severed at the knees, Dracula dropped his sword and scurrying back as best he could until his arms were taken from him at the wrist with the same fiery bite of the silver sword in Blade's hand.

"H-how? HOW?!"

"UV lights under my jacket, figured they'd be a dirty trick to blind a few blood-suckers before I stuck'em."

"C-COWARD! You DARE use such tactics against the king of all..." Silenced with the tip of Blade's sword at his forehead, Blade finally gave the chamber a better look and found there was something there.

"Pretty sparse for a home away from home, what you hiding down here anyway?"

Darting his eyes over to the lone coffin in the room, the limbless vampire's face twitched in fear. "You... You cannot question me on..."

Putting his sword away, Blade marched towards the center of the room to the lone coffin to get a better view of the thing. It looked... Ancient. Centuries old if not much older. The entire coffin was made of a smooth and polished black marble not found in Europe, and it was covered in etchings, carvings, wax seals and ribbons of scripture in half a dozen languages. But none of the vampire languages. Something that surprised Blade as he read each stripe of aged parchment wrapped around the stone obelisk.

"Funny... Never knew you blood suckers to use HOLY artifacts to keep your boxes fresh, who's in here?"

Squirming impotently on the ground as if trying to escape, the limbless vampire looked to the coffin with dread and back at Blade. "Sur cha'nogra, cha'nu frash kan gara'seth medro ah fala sur frash..."

Listening to the panicking Dracula swear at him in vampire language, Blade raised an eyebrow. "The darkness in the shadow that feasts on other shadows? The branded one? First murderer? Killer of ghouls? Well... Enemy of my enemy is sounding pretty good to MY ears." Grabbing the lip of the stone coffin, Blade pushed the lid clean off, sending the other vampire into a screaming, panicking fit.

"NO!!! You must not open the..."

Too late, an explosion of **** erupted from the coffin, sending Blade across the chamber as darkness and shadow flooded the room and poured out like oil. The flames of the torches all around the room turned a sickly green and grew in intensity until they were unlike the strength of road flares burning phosphorous in their intensity. Looking up from where he landed, a hand grabbed Blade by the neck and hoisted him up until his feet dangled from the ground. Piercing red eyes glared into his, the type that seared into the sour and read Blade's mind like an open book. All Blade could see was rage, and blood and fire race through his mind until it slowly calmed and he could see the withered being looking into his eyes.

"Ant... Hill tetard olik al-thain ysknon fe al-zalami ant anna sajenb." (You... You hunt those who dwell in the dark? You I shall spare.)

Gently lowering Blade to his feet, the creature turned his attention to the vampire squirming to make his escape.

"Ayha al-hashra ant arif almot aghabek ola akhth asem dracola kasim khass beck." (You insect, you are a disgrace, **** is your punishment for ever taking the name of Dracula as your own.)

Lunging for the screaming man, there was nothing left of him when the creature was done, no remains or blood left. Looking over his shoulder back to Blade, this otherworldly vampire straightened himself to his full height and made his way back to stare down at him.

"lem yad pemkani an acon hanal al-kathir minn al-waqqat daeeh yegeb an ore ma idha can althib qud ad." (I can no longer be here, so much time lost, I must see if the wolf has returned.)

Raising his hands over his head, the being erupted into a column of fire and shot out through the roof of the chamber, shooting into the sky and disappearing into the night. Looking up and out into the hole in the roof where the creature in the coffin made his escape, Blade made a face and sheathed his sword.

"Something tells me I just woke up a big fish in a small pond."