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Blade's eyes flickered open again. Despite his familiarity with the environment from previous visits, Blade, ever the half-human, half-vampire, maintained his constant vigilance. Hawk-like eyes scanned the ruins, a simmering murderous intent within them. In the dim light, the occasional red flicker betrayed his vampire half.
Above, the words "Vortanex Private Research Institute" clung to the dilapidated facade of the building before them. The name itself felt out of place. What was wrong with the owner of this place? Setting up a makeshift lab in a condemned New York City building and giving it a high-tech-sounding name like that...
A subtle shift in the air caught his attention. Instantly, Blade's hand went to the two swords strapped to his back, specialized weapons laced with silver.
"I'd advise you to sheath those. This is my territory. No vampires here for you to hunt." His calm tone was devoid of emotion as a young man with dark hair approached. His delicate features belied a youthful age, likely his early twenties. At first glance, he appeared as harmless as a white rabbit. That is, if one ignored the bizarre creature at his side.
"If you can get that 'little pet' to back off a few feet, maybe I'll believe you." Blade paused, then released his grip on his swords. But his gaze, hidden behind sunglasses, remained fixed on the strange "pet's" every twitch.
The creature stood roughly three meters tall, its black, streamlined body resembling countless articulated human vertebrae. Its long tail, coiled with latent power, swayed gently, the tip a razor-sharp point capable of immense penetration. Razor claws scraped against the ground, leaving deep gouges that made Blade's eyelids flicker. Most striking was the creature's head, a bizarre crown that hinted at some extraordinary significance. Blade had never encountered such a creature. Its entire form screamed of brutal combat efficiency, like something ripped from the pages of a science fiction visionary's wildest dreams. Blade's keen eyesight also noted the significantly increased amount of unfamiliar mucus coating the creature's body compared to their previous encounters.
Enzer nodded, clearly pleased with Blade's reaction. A strange look flickered in his eyes as his gaze drifted over Blade , lingering on his bulging chest muscles, lean thighs, and thick arms that seemed coiled with power...
'So beautiful.'
Blade frowned, an instinctive alarm bell ringing in his mind.
'Here we go again.'
That look made him feel like an object, not a person. Blade had every reason to suspect this strange man harbored an unusual fascination.
As if sensing Blade's unease, the strange creature beside Enzer moved with sudden speed, its tail whipping out in a swift lash.
'So fast!'
Blade's expression tightened almost imperceptibly as he raised a hand and slashed. A sharp 'ding' echoed as his palm, now slightly numb, deflected the monster's tail. A jolt of surprise shot through him. Even without exerting his full strength, he hadn't been able to cleave through that metal-like tail in a single strike...
Blade glanced up again to find the monster that had been beside Enzer now silently clinging to the ceiling above. Its long, sharp claws glinted with a terrifyingly cold light, looking capable of tearing through his skull in an instant.
"Apologies, a professional hazard, I suppose," Enzer said quickly. "You know how it is, being a researcher. It's tough running a facility like this single-handedly, so my attention tends to be...occupied."
"That thing's strong. What do you call it?" Blade asked, his inner shock masked by a calm gaze as the ghost-like assassin silently retreated to Enzer's side.
"Xenomorph ," Enzer replied simply.
"An interesting moniker. Seems like the star pupil of your institute, a weapon of war in the making." Blade was no stranger to the strange. His life had been a constant battle against various monsters, primarily vampires. Even this brief encounter was enough for him to gauge the alien's capabilities and get a read on Enzer himself. He couldn't care less if Enzer was a scientific lunatic, as long as the man could provide what he needed.
Enzer remained noncommittal. 'The best? Aside from its little...habit...of laying eggs, this particular alien's reign at the top was about to end.'
With a deliberate breath, Enzer dragged his attention away from Blade's undeniably powerful physique and produced a briefcase. "This is the highly corrosive agent you requested , diluted, of course. Otherwise, only adamantium could contain it. On certain nocturnal occasions, it's far more effective than a UV grenade. And it'll help you dispatch your targets...quietly."
Blade remained silent for a beat before producing a bag from within his coat and tossing it to Enzer. "One hundred thousand US dollars. As agreed." Blade stated.
Enzer whistled. "Vampire hunting must be a lucrative business. Right, those silver bullets don't come cheap."
"Not my personal funds. The more bloodsuckers I dust, the more their kind are willing to pay." Blade had always been pragmatic with his earnings.
Transaction complete.
"I'll be sure to put in a good word for your product. This corrosive stuff should make quick work of their accelerated healing." Blade said, stepping back with the case.
"If it's not too much trouble," Enzer added suddenly, "could you perhaps bring a few vampires back alive?"
"Oh? That's generally not considered a good idea." Blade regarded him with a surprised look.
"Needs must. Time's running out," Enzer replied cryptically.
Blade offered no further comment or questions, melting back into the shadows of the night.
"Blade, the Daywalker. Tsk, what a self-righteous zealot." Enzer watched Blade's retreating form before closing the door once more.
Vampires in the Marvel universe have a fascinatingly different origin. Forget Dracula or Cain; their genesis lies with a sorcerer named Varner, the first to encounter the "Darkhold." He used the Darkhold's power to transform himself into the progenitor of their kind. The Darkhold's author is the infamous God of Black Magic, Chthon , a being who commands one of the multiverse's three primordial forces: chaos. He is a second-generation god of the primeval World Tree, making him superior to later, "mass-produced" third-generation deities like Odin, Zeus, and the Jade Emperor. He's also the source of the Scarlet Witch's power, one of the four Chaos Gods of the multiverse.
Anything steeped in hatred, ominousness, and black magic can likely be traced back to the shadow of Chthon, the ultimate magical entity. But that was a concern for another time. Enzer figured that as an ordinary individual in this vast multiverse, barely able to keep his head above the most basic timeline, he was unlikely to attract the attention of such a cosmic power. His immediate concern was securing funds from the relatively reputable Blade.
Blade was a well-known vampire hunter in the underworld. His mother had been bitten by a vampire during his birth, resulting in him being born half-vampire. Unlike ordinary vampires, he wasn't vulnerable to silver or sunlight, allowing him to walk freely during the day , earning him the envious moniker "Daywalker" among vampires. However, this came with a drawback: he needed regular injections of suppressants to prevent the vampire bloodline from completely overwhelming him. Nevertheless, Blade's reputation was solid. As long as you provided him with opportunities to hunt vampires, he was a reliable business partner.
Enzer shrugged. He needed the money. Trading a bit of alien blood for Blade's cash was simply a temporary measure. Since his arrival in this Marvel world, Enzer had often been plagued by anxiety. This world, this universe, teemed with too many oddities and too many powerhouses. But fortunately, he wasn't entirely alone; he had the alien.
"I recall that before my...relocation...Marvel had already begun publishing independent 'Xenomorph ' comics. It was a purely high-tech setting, devoid of superheroes or anything of the sort..." Enzer counted the US dollars in his hand, his thoughts drifting.
"Hiss!"
The alien beside him sensed the shift in Enzer's thoughts. Though it couldn't decipher the specifics, its loyalty to the man before it remained absolute, and it offered a soft hiss in acknowledgment. The alien's vocalizations were never random; each sound conveyed a distinct purpose.
Enzer smiled faintly and reached out a hand. The alien lowered its crowned head obediently, allowing the man to stroke its strange skull. A man and an alien entered the research institute and descended into the secret room. In the crudely fashioned basement, resembling a space gnawed out by a large, vicious animal , or perhaps more accurately, an underground cave , Enzer slowly raised his head.
Five white, slime-covered eggs lay before him.