She loved the man she grew to know as her father. Of course Donovan was of no relation to her, but after years of hearing kind natured strangers tell them just how much they looked alike she just got used to the feeling. The both wore their long brown hair in long braids, and they both had the same stoic faces, with small yet dramatically beautiful features that could melt hearts and crush souls with a single look. She even took to dressing in a similar "Asian-inspired" fashion, with similar beads and flowing ribbons of fabric.
Donovan and Anita were one and the same. Of course that only made the pain worse; knowing she would one day loose him. They were held up in an abandoned hotel in what used to be a city; far enough away from life but close enough to a refugee camp, so they would not starve. As a child Anita had pale doll-like skin and soft hair; all of which made her look like she came from another world then her traveling companion; but the years of trenching through the heat and storms had left her skin an exotic tan and her hair stiff and rugged. She now wore it pulled back in a single braid, making her look even more like him.
She did not try to convince him to use his powers to save his body from death; it would be too much to ask of him. So she watched; battle after battle; if they were lucky someone would come to his aid with food or water and sometimes medicine. But most of the time they were on their own to deal with stab wounds, burns and other results from taking on the most powerful of gods, immortal spirits and fellow darkstalkers. "Donovan.." she kissed his cheek as he rested on the remains of what used to be someone's bed. The thought crossed her mind; the possibility the previous occupant died in this very bed.
She kept his sword close to him; knowing that if he was in danger the sword essentially had a mind of its own to protect him. "I need to go in to town to get some supplies. She said as she went through the door. (Quickly so he could not stop her or insist she take one of his weapons.)
She did fine on her own; her own powers had rescued her from many jams but to Donovan she was still his little girl. In the nearby refugee city there were neon lights and rundown buildings; appropriate to the post apocalyptic age. But something caught her eye. A poster nearly ruined by a previous night s rain, a poster for Lord Raptor. A shy smile snuck across her face. He was one of the legendary ones; one of the ones she heard stories about as a child; one she would give anything to meet in person. He would be there in just a few hours, probably arriving in one of the few cars left in the world; as was his style; Lord Raptor was a superstar.
Anita waited outside the small concert house; it was bigger than the outside let on. Since they arrived too late into town she would have only a few minutes to wait before the show started. And she could always use her power to shop around when the rest of the city slept. She rested against the side of the building until she heard the sound of a car approaching and a crowd of screams and cheers.
"Odd.. I didn't see that many people out here before." It was as if they were drawn from their homes by an unholy force. Anita knew she needed to get back stage to investigate further. It was of course against her better judgment but she just had to see of the legends were true; a rock star so powerful, so sexual, too astonishing, to be believed. And of course she managed to run right in to him.
"Well aren't you a pretty little thing." said a male Australian accent coming from a hot, muscular body (even if his skin was an odd shade of grey-blue). Yes, Anita tripped over her own feet and fell to the floor in front of the mighty Lord Raptor. His voice was thick and luscious; it was as if he could speak all the pleasures of the world with just the tone of his words.
"And you.." she said softly; she dared not look him in the eyes. "You re the one." She knew he had the ability to look human; to look presentable to the masses; after all who would want to go to a concert if they KNEW the singer was an undead creature of darkness. "I hear you're the soul eater." She said, as she started to make her move.
"A darkstalker fan? Don't see many of those around." He said, walking away.
"How do you know I'm not human." she shouted.
"Ok you're either a darkstalker or a really stupid human." He muttered as he made his way to a room he claimed as his dressing room. (It was a random storage room.) Each word, each breath filled Anita with such lust for him. There was part of her that knew this was crazy but another part was falling under his spell (and he wasn't even singing yet.) against her better judgment she kissed him; even in his human-like form his lips felt like dry leather and smelled of decaying flesh.
"Wait a second- I know you!" he pushed her back and looked her over. "Little Anita; daughter of the slayer: if you came here to trap me you are doing a fine job. His body started to shift in to what he normally looked like; a distended skull of a face with glowing yellow eyes-he was preparing to fight her. "If I was here to do that you would be cut in half already; right down the middle." With the last line she seductively traced her finger down Raptor s neck, and rested it on what was left of his chest. "You think you re so bad; show me how bad you can be." She stroked her hand over his guitar, "show me." Again this was against her better judgment; such a display of power could very well kill her.
She took a step back and he looked at her strangely. Worse case; he would take her soul, best case; she had a crush on him so he already had her soul. He blasted his guitar aiming the full force right at this strange girl. Anita s body rippled with energy. She gasped; it was the most intense pleasure she ever felt (and she still had her soul.)
"That was nice," she licked her lips, while taking deep breaths, "I need to go now, but I'll find you again."
"Wait-that's it?" Lord Raptor was a little peeved she would not stay for the show.
"He needs me; although I now know I cannot live without your beautiful voice; I cannot abandon my father." She said as she disappeared out the fire exit, vanishing in to the night. But Lord Raptor knew of her power, and how her strength was what allowed Donovan to defeat Pyron all those years ago. Her strength had the power to heal and bring hope. Perhaps it was what was keeping her savior alive?
