Note: I don't have anything to do with the Blade movies, and I have no ownership over any of the characters. This story is made out of enjoyment and admiration of the movies and also for the character of Deacon Frost.

Chapter One

On a warm, sunny morning, Amy slowly pushed her white and light pink rose comforter from her body. She eased her body to sit up in the large, white night shirt that hung loosely off of her. One of her hands reached up, and brushed her long, curly, black hair away from her dark brown eyes, and the soft, fair skin on her face, as she released a yawn from the confines of her mouth.

"Oh… what a night." She muttered. Her voice sounded extremely tired yet bored at the same time. "Maybe one of these days I will actually have someone to come home to, and I won't spend my evenings passing out from reading too much of my romance novels."

Amy had been along for such a long time that it seemed to have become second nature for her, making it almost the normal thing for her to be. She didn't mind in being by herself since it gave her more time to do the things that she wanted to do the most.

Moving herself to the edge of her bed, Amy pressed the soles of her bare feet against the hardwood floor of her bedroom before the rest of her body moved to a standing position in the privacy of the room. She reached up towards the ceiling of her room with her hands, stretching and waking up her muscles. Amy lowered her arms back down to her sides, and headed towards the open doorway to her bedroom.

The soft sounds of her feet thudding against the hard wood floor greeted her with the faint noise of cars honking at one another on the busy street echoing in the background.

I wonder if one of these days I am going to find me another place to call home where it does not involve being in such a populated place. Amy moved into her kitchen, and stepped up to where her cabinet that kept her mugs was nestled. I hate being in a place where I can't even sleep in because of the noise from the world outside. I wish to be in a place where I can just sleep as much as I want to without being disturbed.

Bringing down a Hello Kitty mug, Amy brought it to rest at the counter of her sink before she closed the cabinet door back. She picked it up by the handle, and carried it over to where she had her coffee brewing. Her free hand grasped the handle on her coffee pot, and poured some into the mug before moving it back into place. Amy left the open space of her kitchen, and headed into her large, open living room. She sat herself down upon her beige colored, suede sofa with ease. Taking a sip from her mug, her free hand got the remote off the coffee table, and aimed it the television set.

"Today on the Jerry Springer show," Jerry said, talking to the camera, "vampire lovers and the people who love them."

Oh come on! Amy rolled her eyes at the notion of vampires and vampire lovers truly existing. There is no such thing as vampire. It is only a fantasy concept that exists in the many romance novels that I have possessed. Anyone that claims to be a true vampire is usually just pretending to be one. She took another swig from her cup before hitting the channel button to see what was on the next channel.

"On Maury," Maury Povich said, speaking into the camera, "we are going to be talking to some women who have claimed to be in love with true vampires, and the vampires who are in love with the mortal women that they have always wanted."

Has the world gone crazy?! Amy released a noise of frustration from her soft, light pink lips as she moved her cup to rest on top of her dark oak coffee table that sat in front of her. I mean…who in their right mind is really going to believe that there are real vampires out in the world who have urges to get with normal, hard working-

Knock.

Her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a knock at the door to her home. She stood up, and made her way towards a set of stairs that led down from the living room to the front door of her home. Her right hand reached out, and grasped onto the brass colored door knob. Not worrying about being in a knee length night shirt, Amy opened up the door. "Hello?" She asked, opening the door, and peering out into the hallway.

There was not a soul around the area at all.

This is rather peculiar indeed. A look of curiousity washed across her face from having answered the door only to find no one there. I am sure that I heard someone knock at my door. Perhaps I just imagined it and that no one was really there. She moved her eyes down towards the floor, and did a double take just as she was about to close the door to her large apartment.

Nestled on the gray carpeted floor of the hallway outside the door of her apartment, a white envelope with her name written on it was laying before her.

What is this? Amy squatted down towards the floor, and picked up the envelope from where it had been resting on the floor. She straightened up, and looked to the empty living room once more before making her way back inside her apartment.

Closing her door back behind her, Amy walked up the stairs to her living room, and headed to where her sofa was in her living room with the envelope in her grasp. Her eyes looked at the mysterious letter left for her for a moment before she eased herself to sit down on the suede piece of furniture she possessed. She turned the envelope around, and opened up the back, exposing a white piece of parchment to be inside of it. Looks like things keep getting more and more interesting by the moment for me. Amy reached inside, pulled out the piece of paper, and unfolded it to see what was on it.

Upon the paper, a written message was before her, reading:

Miss Winters,

I would like to personally invite you to my night club this evening for a night of dancing, drinking, and allowing yourself to forget the troubles of your life. I will be sending a car to pick you up at sunset for the event tonight, and it will bring you to my club with no further delays. I look forward to meeting you.

Sincerely,

Deacon Frost

Upon finishing with reading the letter, Amy let it fall on top of her lap. She found herself to be feeling conflicted about the offer that laid out before her. How is this possible? How can someone that I don't even know be inviting me to attend a night club in hopes of meeting me? She stood up, and walked over to a row of large windows in her flat that gave her a great view of the city that she called home. I am not sure about this whole thing. I have always been very careful about who I go out with, and those who I do not go out with.

Amy glanced over her shoulder in the direction of where the letter was on the floor of her home as her hands clung to her arms a bit tighter out of a feeling of concern for this whole thing. This person…this…this Deacon Frost has taken that choice away from me. He is already planning on me showing up to this party he is throwing, and has left me no room to turn down his offer.

An unsettling feeling washed over her as she pondered on the offer that she was left to take. She sighed out of frustration as her eyes looked back towards the mountains in the distance of the city, seeing that she had slept in much more than she had planned. Well…if I am going to do any kind of jogging, I better get ready right now and head on it. It looks like that I have only about four hours before I have to get ready for this party. Moving her hands from her arms, Amy went back towards her bedroom to change with the note remaining on the floor with the host's name in thick, black ink.