Disclaimer: I don't own Darkstalkers, Darkstalkers and everything associated belong to Capcom, you know.
Genre: Action/Romance
Setting: A few years after the ambiguous Dimitri fight with Jedah after Vampire Savior
Canon: Game, mixed with anime slightly, and in a fanmade slight-future
Pairing: From the exposition, it should be obvious.
Author's notes: Please tell me if I got ANYTHING wrong.
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Hey, baby! I'd die for you!
Raptor was not what one would call a 'loser'.
He still had a big label even after his death [that was where he got most of his income of both money and souls, after all], and folks loved him. Women loved him.
Women.
In his attitude towards women, he wished to say nothing besides the fact that 'he was a rock star'. He wouldn't admit it, but he was embarrassed by that. He didn't think exploiting women was something to be proud of, so he kept such things to himself.
After that fateful play of his song 'Sacrifice', and Ozomu entered the scene, Raptor's secret desire to kill anything he came across had finally been answered. Promises of power, even with slight servitude, had never looked so appealing to a rockstar.
After he entered the Majigen, and Ozomu vanished, Raptor worked on killing Jedah. That'd give him more power than that fat ol' gourmet Ozomu could ever think of, and the ability to create and destroy entire worlds. The chorus of screams and the earth turning red with six billion people's worth of blood.
Too bad that failed, too.
Jedah was beaten by that one playboy vampire with troll-hair, and everything was normal, though Raptor and Le Marta had no master. Freed, able to kill anything, able to eat souls without Ozomu demanding a taste... due to his living appearance, he was even able to walk amongst the living [though people questioned his, err, blue-colored skin], and, like said, was still able to perform. His public wanted more of him, even if he had murdered a hundred of them in public.
He wasn't interested in that right now, though.
Raptor had met a certain… young girl who had caught his eye, and he kept on seeing her here and there, but she had always eluded him [and his not-so-subtle advances], talking to that seal on her head. He thought this was strange, until he realized that someone was helping her; after all, he could CLEARLY see a body emerge from that prayer-slip when he was utterly destroyed by her. And, as Raptor noticed from fighting with her, she had spunk. Nobody these days, when subjected to the harsh ways of the world, had such brimming confidence and cool. Even Raptor himself was nervous at some moments, but she overflowed with composure.
A sixteen-year-old girl displaying more poise than an adult man was disquieting, but Raptor viewed it as attractive. He liked his women to have fight in them, to have a backbone.
His weeks of searching had turned into months. He would find her… Them, really, as there was that weird scroll-twin with her.
Raptor would find that adorable Lei-Lei, his jiang-shi sweetheart.