In the nearby city there was an abandoned warehouse. This warehouse was the hideout of the once-infamous Blade. After a battle with the god of blood he had to lay low to recover. He did not have anyone else there with him anymore, not after the old man died. He watched the news on a crappy television and almost snarled. Vampires had taken over the whole world and enslaved humanity. No one even really fights back anymore. They just sit there and take the abuse. It makes him sick. He had no problem with the vampires that treated the humans well, that was almost understandable. But the ones that beat and harmed their 'slaves' would die soon enough by his hands. He heads into his armory. He puts on his vest and coat, picks up his gear and stores it on his person, and gets on his motorcycle.
Blade was back
And any vampire that dared to hurt a human would regret ever being turned.