The Hunt begins

Faster than any human.

Stronger than any human.

Almost impossible to kill.

And yet the three men ran through the dark alleys as if **** itself were after them. In a way, that was true.

"Fuck! How did that bum get us... Argh!" screamed one of the three as he was pierced by a small silver disk. His body immediately caught fire and was burned from the inside out by a devilish fire. The two others screamed out. They had once roughed up a gang for fun and had been riddled with bullets, but this... This could really kill them. And so one of the two did the only thing he could think of. He drew his pistol and shot his buddy in the leg. As he fell to the ground screaming, he ran on. Behind him, he heard his friend's **** cry, but he didn't care. With a superhuman leap, he shot upwards and clawed at the wall with his bare fists, making his way to the roof. But that wasn't enough against this enemy. He immediately ran on and jumped down on the other side.

When he landed in the dark side alley, he looked up and waited to see if he was still being followed. Only when he was sure that this was not the case did he put on his jacket and mingle with the people. After 20 minutes, he reached his pack's hiding place and knocked. When the peephole opened, he gave the right code word and entered the den. In the living room, he saw some of his kind using a young female, but even though his hunger was palpable, he went to the leader first. He was already waiting for him impatiently.

"Have you got lazy? Where are Dave and Conrad and more importantly. Where's the fucking blood?" he shouted immediately.

"bad luck. We ran into Blade."

"Blade? Shit . Then why are you still standing in front of me, mh?"

"Because I got away from him. The others weren't so lucky." he grinned broadly, but his boss growled angrily.

"You fuckhead. Nobody gets away from him. You led him straight here."

As if on cue, the shooting started outside and 15 minutes later an imposing figure stepped outside the door. A dark-skinned man in his mid-30s, wearing a long black leather coat and carrying a long sword on his back. Although it was darkest night, he wore black sunglasses and walked up to a black Mustang. As he opened the trunk, he took off his coat and revealed an arsenal of weapons.

"Yo. Whistler. What's up?" he asked into his headset, apparently in a good mood, where an older man's voice answered him.

"You seem to be in a good mood. I take it the hunt was successful?"

"Yup. Those were the last ones here. Prague is now vampire-free."

"That may be so for now, boy, but the vampires keep coming back to Prague. And you can't stay."

"What, no time for sightseeing? What have you got for me?"

"A tour to New York. Supposedly the vampires have big plans there?" his mentor said quietly.

"Really now? New York. I thought they were avoiding the city since those Martians attacked."

"Well. There's been unrest everywhere since Stark died. The battle in Wakanda shook the world and you've been away for five years my good man!" Whistler said softly. He himself had survived the Blib, but Blade had vanished into thin air before his eyes, as had half the humans. Even the vampires had been affected and it was only thanks to the Avenger and her sacrifice that they had all found their way back.

"I don't have time for this old man. I'm very close to Dracula here." Blade reluctantly disagreed, but Dracula had eluded him time and time again. It was finally time to kill this creature. His mentor was silent for a while before he said quietly.

"Deacon Frost is in New York, Blade!

His face immediately darkened and he slammed the trunk lid shut. "Book me on the next plane old man!" he growled as his pointed teeth protruded.

Scene changes to Whistler's hideout in a small cabin near the Hudson River.

Whistler stood in his hiding place and held his cell phone to his ear, even though Blade had hung up a few seconds ago. His body, although looking old, was still very spry, apart from the leg that had been smashed by a vampire. He stood there silently and looked at the two red pulsating dots in front of him. He was completely naked and showed that he was in good shape despite his proud age. Years of vampire hunting had kept him fit. Most noticeable, however, was the fact that he had been jerking off constantly, slowly but surely, throughout the conversation and was now stiff and hard.

"He'll come here," he said quietly in a monotone. Then he slowly sank to his knees and stared upwards. The breathtaking woman with dark hair, full breasts and a hammer body looked down at the man with red glowing eyes. Not all vampires possessed the hypnotic gaze, but Angelina had mastered it since her creation and owed almost everything to it. When this aging vampire hunter had hunted her three years ago, it was only thanks to her hypnosis that she was still alive.

"You did very well, my faithful ****. Through you I will set Blade on all those who stand in the way of my power. He trusts you and would never expect you of all people to be a loyal **** to a vampire. With him as my tool, I will soon rule New York!" she laughed loudly and at the top of her lungs.

"He'll realize it sooner or later." Whistler pointed out.

She slowly leaned down to him and smiled broadly, her pointed fangs clearly showing. "Oh, that's what I love about you, Whistler. After all these years, you're still trying to fight me and hoping for your little boy. But you can't break free. You know why."

Whistler swallowed hard when she said that and felt his cock grow hard. As hard as only her voice could make him. So hard he almost cum.

"Tell me, my faithful ****. Do you want me?"

"Yes Mistress!" moaned Whistler, catching himself a kick.

"You men are such pathetic creatures. If I didn't control you with my eyes then you would have been slaves to my body. You are mine, old man! And you will do everything I ask of you." she grinned as she slipped the dress off her body and walked seductively towards Whistler.

"Yes my goddess!" he moaned as she pushed him to the floor and laughed at how horny he was.