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

Segment from my Original Fanfic: Of Blood & Snow. 2 chapters combined (Story Not Yet Published to Wattpad - Still Debating.)

    December, 11:45pm on a Saturday.

The crowd was bustling that late evening at The Black Cherry. Party goers laughed and danced, syncing to the electric music. Our blue, purple, and signature cherry lighting turned the dancers into a alluring goddess that could make even a Las Vegas showgirl jealous.

It was a good night to be alive, but for me it was just another night on the job. As instructed by my dickhead of a boss, I tried to where something a little more captivating.

I settled with a rather elegant, but sexy, glimmering, burgundy dress that stopped just above the knees and hugged me in all the right ways. With a sleek and soft polyester material from the waist down, to a looser fit around the chest and sleeves it was the perfect dress. Topped off with my "special" belt for obvious reasons.

My upper half had loose fitted sleeves that were transparent from the shoulder down, making me look like a dazzling galaxy trapped in a wine bottle. It looked professional and sensuous, perfect for a hostess. Fuck the heels though, I wore some black wedged boots in its place.

If a woman had to wear heels during a ten-hour shift or more on her feet seducing guests while prancing around with a tray of liquor her feet would be swollen the size of pancakes by morning.

Surprisingly, my shift was going quite well, more than usual. Jade was tending to the bar; Amber was in the lap of some young stranger running her fingers through his hair. Catching my glance, she gave me a playful wink before going back to her client, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

I had just reached a booth of women when the surge hit, it felt like someone was dragging an icicle down my bare back. Goosebumps hit and I shivered, almost shaking the completely full bottle of bubbly off the tray. Snatching the bottle I placed it on the table in front of me, I served them as my eyes closely scanned the nightclub.

Almost instantly my eyes found him.

On the other side of the room, he sat alone in one of the booths in the corner. Asian, medium build with jet black hair and warm olive skin. The stranger dressed completely in black, with a leather jacket and a mesh shirt revealing his rather impressive physique. My heart skipped a beat and my breath hitched, the energy I felt was definitely coming from him.

He was beautiful...extremely dangerous, but definitely beautiful. It was the small fragment of gold reflecting in his eyes that told me exactly what I was dealing with.

"Vampire." I whispered to myself.

I made my move. Discreetly, I continued to do my usual thing and talk up the clients and serve them drinks, all while moving around the room closer to him. His eyes never left me, studying me as I moved along. This not only irritated me but messed up any possible plan of catching him off guard.

Scratching off my ways of attack, I decided to do something different and approach him head on. This was unusually bold of me, nevertheless I had the advantage of being in a public place of employment and surrounded by people.

With my tray in my hand and determination I made my way straight towards him as if he were just another customer. My heart pounded with each step and my paranormal senses were tingling, my hand softly grazes over the mechanism on my belt. Perhaps that was my first mistake, I managed to get within fifteen feet of him before casually he pushed up from the booth and slipped into the darkness of the crowd.

"Fuck." I hissed. Spinning around I quickly made my way back to the bar where Jade was, still desperately scanning the room as I tossed my tray down. "Hey, I'm going to take a break."

"You're going earlier than usual." Jade checked her watch, "Getting those headaches again?"

"Yeah, I think it might be the choice of music tonight." I twirled my finger over my head, gesturing at the entire nightlife. "I won't be long I just need to step out for some fresh air, will that be okay?"

"Girl, we got full coverage tonight," Jade snapped her fingers. "Go do your thing baby."

"Thanks, You're the best Jade!"

Turning around I quickly moved into the direction he vanished in and headed towards the back. This route was famous for the vampires that aimlessly wandered here for a meal. It was too obvious to go out the front where they entered only to be spotted by the large bouncer.

No, he will try and lure me out the back exit leading into the maze of ally ways in the deadest part of this European city. Dark, reclusive, small, cornered spaces made perfect traps.

Stepping outside the cold rushed over my exposed legs, being inside a smoky, liquor infested nightclub can make you forget it's December outside. Big fluffy snowflakes cascaded onto the streets in a secret dance of their own, covering the black asphalt a beautiful silver.

I almost questioned returning for my jacket when I heard a woman screaming. Pressing the device on my buckle I felt the belt uncoil around my waist. Grasping the hand just as it transformed, I slung the weapon outward and watched the bladed whip convert into a solid sword within seconds.

Rushing towards her voice I hope that it was a minor misfortunate of a robbery, but such screams coated by a sudden silence told me all too well that this was a vampire attack. What I saw, shook me to my core.

The creature was bald with sickly pale skin and white eyes. Its jaw split down the middle from the lips and opened like a Venus flytrap, revealing layers of teeth and a prong-like tongue that clamped down onto the prey. It was a vampire...I think.

His victim? A stunning blonde hair blue eyed beauty. She wore a baby blue sequined party dress, and an elegant, jeweled necklace now broken and hanging loosely off her shoulder. The young woman looked at me with dead eyes, laying limp as the starving creature fed on her ardently.

A small can of pepper spray lay on the ground near her hand, a common weapon that unfortunately failed to protect her.

Gripping my weapon I charged at the creature, despite there would be no one to save, I be damned if I'm going to let someone like that just live so it can claim another. I charged, but just moments before I could strike the creature ripped away from its food.

Directing its attention towards me I aimed my dagger towards that disgusting mutation of a mouth, only I underestimated this new creature's speed and was knocked back against the wall. It faced me with new determination and came at me with his jaw open, blood dripping down its neck.

Out of the shadows came the handsome stranger I tried to follow. Wielding Daisho, unsheathing only one katana, he took the creatures head off with one swift strike. The body fell to the ground, nerves still wiggling in reaction. I remained still in shock, before I could even make an effort to attack, I watched a vampire kill a variant of its own kind.

Something I have never seen before.

He nodded, quite proud of himself, making an unusual gesture with his hand before placing the blade of his sword against its hilt and sheathed his weapon. Quickly remembering my own purpose for coming out in this frigid weather in the first place, I raised my sword and engaged.

He drew his katana once more just as swiftly as before, blocking my attack before I could even reach him, leaving our swords locking against each other.

"Who are you?" I asked. Out of more of sheer curiosity, I needed to know who I was dealing with. Most vampires were cocky and beaming with self-confidence, seeing them above us humans and nothing more than cattle.

This one was different.

He was silent and moved like lightning. Even the way he carried himself showed a unique form of poise, as if he followed his own form of code of honor. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued by his existence.

"Who are you? why are you following me?" I asked again, this time more firmly.

His face remained the same solid cold expression, answering me by introducing his sword once again. He was fast, his sword expeditious, I had to think carefully and counter everything move he made in a matter of seconds of else it could be the end of me.

It was in this moment that I cursed myself for deciding to dress so exotic to please my boss and get big tips. Let alone chase a vampire outside and try to take him on by myself...A miscalculation on my part that could very well get me killed tonight.

I was only exhausting myself and this ridiculous dress was making it impossible to fight. Not to my surprise, he was able to knock my sword from my hand. Deciding that this outcome wasn't going to be in my favor, I threw my foot into his chest and knocked him back far enough to be out of the reach of his blade and took my leave.

The back door locked upon exit so going back the way I came was impossible. My plan was to go around the front just as soon as I lost this one, I decided I would live and fight another day. Zigzagging through the back streets and alleys hoping to ditch him, I ended up turning down a corner that was not only very narrow but a dead end.

"Fuck!" I cursed. This just wasn't my night, and the air was beginning to hurt my lungs, I wasn't winning.

Turning around he was on me once again, blocking my only passageway to safety. Thrusting his sword forward I shifted to the side out of its each. Snatching his wrist in my grasp I twisted and brought my knee up into his abdomen, knocking his sword from him and taking it as my own.

I'll admit I was pretty proud of myself in that moment, until he pulled the second katana from his sheath. "Seriously dude." I groaned.

Our weapons deemed useless in such a tight space, if I stretched my arms out, I could touch both walls of the ally. With a canter and an example of his strength I was disarmed, the sword flying over me and piecing the wall behind me.

Flustered, I kicked his sword from him and let it bounce off the pavement somewhere in the ally. With both now disarmed, we continued this fight with our fists. Bodies crashing into each other, punch, kick, block, repeat... all while confined in this small space.

My martial arts were on key, but he was better, and I was reaching my limit. Snow countered my last attack and pinned me back into the wall behind me.

Now trapped helplessly against him I awaited my demise.

Now breathless and shaking.

The rush of the heated fight was finally wearing off and re-exposing me to the worlds current weather while pinned against my greatest enemy. Looking up, the sky was black with night and snow fell from the sky. Thick flakes fell gracefully, occasionally catching glimmers of the neon red and blue from the nightclub signs lighting that tiny nook in the alley.

He followed my eyes and glanced upward as I watched the snowfall around us, thinking it would be the last beautiful thing I will ever see. Looking back at the man in front of me, I realized how wrong I could be. Unlike myself, he remained calm and every so still, showing no submit to the frigid temperatures.

"Who are you?" I asked once more. "Why won't you say anything?"

The vampire directed his gaze back to me. His lips parted slightly; he never said a word. Reaching up I brushed my fingertips against his lips, just enough to get a glimpse of those fangs.

"You can't speak, can you?"

No voice came from him, but his eyes spoke volumes. Suddenly he reached up and clutched my neck, forcefully lifting me until I was on my toes. I winced although I never pulled away from him. He snarled, baring his fangs close to my skin to bite me.

"Don't." I barely managed to whisper as his fangs pressed into my skin. Shutting my eyes, a disturbing image from years ago haunted me briefly. "Please...don't bite me."

He hesitated.

I hated how much my voice was shaking. I was trying so hard to be fearless but was failing miserably. Remaining still like a deer in headlights, a damsel trapped under his silent spell. No one spoke, no one made the first move, and you could cut the tension with a blunt knife. It was killing me.

Swallowing hard, I trembled against him as something else ignited within me. My breathing became heavy with insecurity as I watched a conflict build within him. Was he trying to intimate me or hold back a hidden urge of his own?

When fueled by thirst a vampire's eyes would grow dark with want like a half-starved animal. His were the normal honey golden hue of a well-fed beast. I felt his grip loosen, although his hand never left my neck when he lowered me back down. His teeth grazing against my skin, tracing along my jaw to my cheek and ending at my mouth.

There he remained; his breath warm as his lips hovered over my own. I was shaking from both the cold and this situation; my heart was pounding by the odd sense of hysteria that he gave off. I found myself pushing myself closer to him for even an ounce of warmth. Even a vampires fifty below temperature was better than the bare cold.

We stared at each other for a long moment before the most unthinkable thing happened. I shuddered against him when his mouth pressed against mine without warning.

My mouth seemed so dry and urgent with thirst; he became the brisk river waters that satisfied my desire. His lips were soft like velvet as was the kiss itself. Moving slowly in an experimental sort of way before pushing into my mouth, letting his tongue slid along mine like silk.

It was such an unexpected turn of events, from sword fighting rage to making out with the enemy in a deserted back ally. I felt something inside of me ready to burst as he pulled me flush against him. His hand left my neck, slipping past my collarbone and caressing my skin. His fingers tucked under the soft fabric of my dress before pulled it off my shoulder and ripping the seam along the front. Exposing the fact that I spend way too much money on lingerie.

I gasped when his lips suddenly left mine and clamped down against the crook of my neck, sucking and playfully dragging his fangs over my newly discovered flesh...and I didn't stop him.

Was I that desperate? So lonely and touch deprived that I was going to let this stranger, a vampire no less, have his way with me in a deserted ally behind a bar? Yes, I was. Only because I felt something stir inside him as well. That his intentions, no matter how much I fret, were not to harm me.

It was a complicated situation, a provocative sensation, and I wanted more of him. Fueled by my own hunger, I slid my hands up his chest and around his neck. Rubbing those magnificent shoulders before pulling his leather jacket down revealed biceps that would make a Norse God jealous.

I grabbed at him, gently scratched my nails over his exposed arms, seeing just seeing how he would react to my arousal.

Not rejecting my invitation, He responded by pressing me into the wall and kissing more vigorously. Wedging his knee between my legs and pulling one up around his waist. Without even breaking the kiss his hand slipped down between us and under the fabric of my dress. I hissed, clutching his shirt as two of his fingers found core and slipped inside me unexpectedly. Not even taking the time to tease.

"You asshole!" I cursed, but obviously loving it as I fought back every moan while trying not to squirm.

For him I was easy to read, my reaction got a smirk out of him along with a burst of confidence. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I grabbed a fist full of his hair and yanked back. Getting a good look at those fangs and beautiful golden eyes as his fingers aggressively stimulated my most sensitive flesh.

Overwhelmed and without thinking, I pressed my face into his shoulder and gave him a taste of his own medicine, biting him in the neck hard. With a jolt and broke away from me. Apparently, doing so stirred something else within him. As quickly as his fingers left me, he ripped my underwear from my body before undoing his belt.

Sliding me into the corner of the nook, forcing my legs further apart and raising one higher to meet his shoulder. There were no words, no threats, or any means of rejection as he entered me and touched his hips to mine in a steady, insistent rhythm.

The only sound I managed was an involuntary yelp when he slid his hands under my ass and lifted me to him. His rather "gifted" member pierced me like a virgin again, A sweet devilish stab that sent tingles to the tip of my toes. My breathing became arduous, moaning rather loudly with each given thrust while his fingertips dug into my thighs.

I braced one of my arms against the brick wall as the other remained gripping his hair, forcing those beautiful dark eyes on me. He felt absolutely amazing, remaining ever so silent as the snow falling thickly around us.

My now aggressive lover lowered his head on my shoulder and for a brief time I felt his audacious behavior fade, allowing himself to be lost in the moment. Although I was missing the burning embers of his eyes, I was doting this new, more loving position.

Resting his head close to mine I consumed the masculine earthy scent of his damp hair, his laborious breathing, the exotic feeling of his heart pounding against me. Even his touches were becoming gentler and more affectionate.

Two beings completely vulnerable to each other, engaging in a malicious, forbidden act between predator and prey in a deserted back ally. Both wanting to feel that sense of fulfillment and relief. Blade himself could come around that corner and my only anguish would be that he and I separated.

I didn't want this to end.

Both of us were drunk from lust and ecstasy. I just clung to him, watching the snowfall on his shoulders, the frozen crystals melting instantly against his heated skin. Gasping incoherently as he mated with me, my beautiful stranger suddenly grunted and clenched against me, finding his release.

His eyelids grew heavy as he lazily propped his forehead against mine, his body throbbing from exhaustion. Yet, he remained pressed tightly against me, still holding me off the ground and cornered in the little nook. I liked it, being held so fully in his arms, feeling every muscle flex.

As our bodies relaxed, my mind unfortunately made its way back to the reality of things. Grasping the situation we were currently in, and a strange sense of fear eluded me. There was nothing more painful than pulling my eyes away from the alluring creature in front of me and directly at the sword still lodged into the wall.

His eyes followed mine and in an instant before catching its handle. Snatching it from its stone prison, goosebumps rose over my skin as he pressed its chilled steel against my throat. I realized I fucked up by looking away and reminding him to finish what he started.

I shut my eyes and expected to die choking on my own blood in the freezing cold. Suddenly the sword left me and so did he, along with whatever warmth his body held. I gasped, opening my eyes and sliding down the wall onto the ground.

Snow continued to fall from black void above city skylines, his leather jacket tossed in my lap and immortal swordsman... gone. Finding the feeling back in my legs, I recollected myself and navigated out of the secluded ally.

Slipping into his jacket I shielded myself from the cold as I began my rather unique walk of shame. Pulling it close I inhaled his scent combined with the tarnished leather. This would be my souvenir, a rather beautiful reminder of what happened that evening.

© L.E.Chesser

Thanks for reading! - sorry if some of these may seem a bit long. I do love writing depth. Let me know what you think and whether or not you'd like me to do more! Part 2 and 3 already planned.