Blade
“Will you shut the hell up!” Blade snarled. There was silence from the man at his feet. For two seconds.
“Ooh, it is so cool when you do the growly thing with the fangs, like Spike or Angel from Buffy. Have you ever fought Sarah Michelle Gellar?”
“Wilson, I’m warning you…”
“Call me Wade. Or Deadpool. Or minion. You know, whatever you want. Do you need a minion? Dracula had minions. I could be your Renfield.”
Blade slammed a sword through Deadpool’s abdomen. Wade glanced down at his skewered body, then back up at Blade. “Are you hungry? You could totally bite me. I’m game for kinky bloodplay.”
Blade glanced up towards the heavens. This… thing would not die. It would plague him for all eternity, a punishment for his sins. “If I bite you, will you get out of my face and stop following me?”
Wade nodded. “Sure. Well, I’m really supposed to follow you until…” he stopped speaking, blessed silence, as Blade’s teeth sank into the scarred skin between the mask and the suit.
Wade’s eyes shut as Blade took his blood, only opening them again once the vampire was stepping away. He went to follow, but his legs were weak and he grabbed the wall for support. “Wow, erotic.” He pressed his fingers to the neck wound. “And it isn’t healing.”
“It won’t. Vampires are different. You wanted a mark, you got it. Now stay the hell out of my way.” And the dark vampire stalked out of the alleyway, into the night, with meta-blood hastening his steps.
Wade prodded the puncture holes. “Ow. Ow. Ow. Damn. Nate is gonna be so mad at me.” Then he brightened and jumped to his feet. “I’ll just get him to mark over it!”
And he bodyslided back to Providence.