Fic: Black Knight to White Queen (Blade the Series)
Title: Black Knight to White Queen
Rating: Mature (for language and groping)
Persons involved: Chase / Krista
Spoilers: Season 1. AU from the last 10 minutes.
Author's Notes: How I would have liked season two to start (with a few changes), in 3 drabbles: 100 - 150 -200. AU.
“That ungrateful little cow,” Chase swore under her breath. She would have screamed, but the pain from the fall had taken her breath away.
Inch by inch she crawled to the underground garage, planning to hide away in one of the pureblood’s bullet- and sun-proofed limousines until all the commotion had passed. She was lucky: Lord Rusk planned on having a snack after the meeting. A terrified and securely bound cheerleader greeted her, when she had finally pried the car door open.
Things were looking up. Soon she’d heal and she could start planning her revenge on that traitorous Krista.
xxx
Krista burst into the room, as Blade and Marcus were fighting to the death.
“Let him go!” she yelled at the Daywalker, but couldn’t muster the correct amount of anger in her voice, since she longed for nothing more than to see the blonde die in agony.
Marcus suddenly understood how he’d been betrayed and Blade used his distraction to slay him.
“Damned,” Blade cursed. “We still needed him.”
Krista stared at the ashes of her ‘creator’: “Whatever for?”
“Vampires abhor a power vacuum. Without Marcus, there is nothing stopping the Armayans, or worse, to take over Chton’s territory".
He stared intently at her: “We’ll need a mole to observe the power struggle.”
“I’m out,” Krista spoke. Her brother was avenged, the game was over. Why didn’t she feel better?
A katana was suddenly thrust against her neck. “If you’re not with us, you’re just another vampire that needs killing.”
xxx
It had taken her the better part of six nights to travel back to Toronto. Blade’s idea, to make her story about a narrow escape more realistic.
To punish her, more likely.
She never thought she’d be happy to see Sabine again. At the secretary’s surprised cry, a mass of curious vampires gathered. Krista was surprised to see everyone looking the same, as if nothing had happened.
Time to start the act. “I saw him kill Marcus. I just ran,” she sobbed.
“Krista?” Another voice questioned.
It couldn’t be her! She was dead, wasn’t she?
“Chase… But how?”
Before she realised, she was engulfed in the blonde’s embrace. Her very tight embrace.
“Marcus sent me out for snacks.” Chase stated out loud. Krista could tell it was a practiced backstory and most of Chton believed it by now. “By the time I arrived back with the bodies, everyone was dead.”
‘Play along dear,’ Chase whispered in her ear. ‘I’ll make it worth your while.’
Krista made the necessary sympathetic noises for their audience and managed not to respond to Chase’s condescending pat on her behind. She’d retaliate later.
At least with Chase here, her new mission would never be dull.