Wow.. I haven't written anything in ages, have I? Meh. Between preparing for the fall semester and writing to my BF in the Air Force, my writing energies have pretty much been pathetic!
So, I'm a huge fan of the Darkstalkers series, Vampire Savior in particular, and I had the chance to watch the enigmatic Dee's ending for the 'Chaos Tower' sequel, and it moved me completely- Poor Donovan. [ And, I was so shocked to see gloomy, brooding Anita grow into such a lovely young lady! I'm absolutely in love with Jedah, and seeing as how he has this massive obsession with our matured sovereign of the human realm.. you can see it got me thinking. But for the sake of the story, I made Anita older because, well- Jedah may be completely delusional, but he isn't a pedophile.
And the usual chutzpah:
This story is rated M for a reason. There may very well be violence, language (most likely), and sexual situations… lots of them. If that bugs you in any way, please refrain from reading any further!
All characters are the copyright of their respective owners, and I have not made any profit in the creation of it.
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Thousands of years ago in the demon realm of Makai, the youngest of the three lords ever to rule the Dohma house, Jedah, was betrayed by his advisor, Ozomu. In his greed, Ozomu sealed away his only confidant to take over the Dohma throne, and abused his power to feast on souls and otherwise took no interest in ruling his people. Makai was in uproar over the rise of Emperor Ozomu, and war broke out across the realm as vampire and demon families alike began to fight over who was to become the successor to the Dohma house, and quite possibly the Makai throne.
A century passes, and Jedah awakens to find the realm in complete chaos, and Ozomu himself has deteriorated into a defenseless gourmand. Jedah pitied his old friend, and then absorbed his soul as part of undertaking a new crusade: All souls across the dimensions were in need of cleansing, and by creating a new realm and one sentient entity, he believed that both the Makai realm and the human realm could live in symbiotic peace.
And thus, the Dark Messiah was born.
Many battles later, the incubi Aensland and vampire Maximoff houses had fallen before him, leaving him as the sole Emperor of the Makai realm. Jedah could see that the salvation of all souls was finally at hand.. all that was left was to assimilate the human world.
However.. he knew that he was quickly running out of time.. he had to accomplish his goal before the ruler of the human world was realized..
…before she, too, awakened.
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…B l e s s e d…
[A Jedah x Anita pairing fic
by endlessamberskies
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c h a p t e r. 1 A Haunting
It had been a pitiful spectacle, really, but made a sure example of the madness that would consume all souls without his guidance.
The Dhampir hunter had fought a valiant battle with the latent evil within him, but he had lost and lay dead before Jedah now, all shreds of his humanity gone save for his appearance. However, the dark lord was upset to see that Donovan had already dissuaded his young entourage from following him as he fought his vampire side to protect her, no doubt. Jedah snarled- he had hoped that he would have been able to find the girl with the hunter so that he could quickly seal her away, as she was all that stood between him and the final step to the salvation of both the demon and human realm.
The Makai Emperor created a dimensional rift beside the hunter's body and stepped through it, landing back into the silent Dohma castle in Makai. The entire estate was empty, as was much of the realm, the absorbed souls he had collected already having been transported to the gate of his newly created dimension, where they waited to be fused with souls from the human realm. He was irritable, having hoped to proceed with the final step of his plan this very night, and now he was stuck searching for that damn girl.. again.
He could clearly recall the child in his mind- a gloomy, brooding creature, with wide, soul-less eyes and always carrying about that headless doll. Quite a few years had passed since he last saw the girl, she was a young woman by now no doubt, a spindly, wiry creature; a wraith in comparison. He doubted that the miserable creature would be interested in the vanities of most young women her age, her only indication of any maintenance being the two long, neat braids that hung well down to her ankles, long bangs framing her melancholy face.
Jedah strode to his throne and sat down, closing his eyes. His breath slowed and his mind opened like an eager blossom in the sun, and patiently began to probe the minds of the people of the human realm, thousands by the second. A maelstrom of thoughts echoed within his head, and he chuckled at the trivial matters that the mortals worried themselves to death over, and frowned at the sins and secrets that they all kept. Moments passed, when suddenly a soft, quiet voice echoed within his mind, piquing his interest.
His scent emerged upon the frail mortal before any of his other senses, and he made very sure to focus solely on this particular individual. What was it about her that was so.. intriguing? Suddenly, he felt a shock- a small wave of psychic force that no human could ever have possessed, and he smirked.
It was the Sovereign.
Her name.. what was her name again? He wracked his mind briefly for any flashback, any small memory or indication as to what her name could possibly be. The vampire hunter had said it before.. Andrea. Amanda. Annette.
Anita. That was it.
He smelled the faint salt of human tears, of fragrant hair.. and something new, unfamiliar about the child. It was then it dawned on him that she didn't smell like the simpering girl from before at all.. she smelled like.. like…
It wasn't possible.
Finally, his minds eye blurred into a wash of watercolor shapes, then slowly began to focus. He was looking into a darkened room.. a simple bed lay in the corner of the small space, and an equally small window glimpsed out into a sprawling meadow, a wind picking up and blowing the long grass in a lazy fashion . The heavy scent of incense and purifying vapors clung to heavy linen curtains and hung in the air.. his vision finally traveled to a figure on the bed.. and the Makai emperor was nearly shocked out of his trance.
It was entirely impossible.
A shapely body with smooth, creamy skin lay in the bed, a chaste white nightgown clinging lightly to defined curves. The perfect braids were loosened and brushed into long russet waves down a slender back, spilled around her body, curtained over a svelte waist. His gaze traveled lower to long legs, then back upward over a taught tummy. And wonders never cease: She still hugged the headless doll to her developed bosom as she slept. Soft, pink lips were parted and mumbling incoherently as she slept, her cheeks flushed and her bangs clung to a sweaty forehead, her brows furrowed in obvious worry- A bad dream, perhaps? His previous assumption about finding a wraith was completely forgotten, leaving this nymph in her wake before him. She truly was a sight to behold.
The Dark lord smiled, and for once envied the simple humans. As a demon, already thousands of years old, he would forever remain unchanged until the end of time.. or his death. But the humans.. even the most plain and pathetic could change, given time. The smallest or weakest among his peers could grow into their own magnificence. She was so much more than a mere mortal however.. as the sovereign of their realm, she possessed incredible spiritual and psychic power, intended for their protection when she was old enough to awaken into her destined position as their earthbound guardian. It was ultimately upon this latent power that his plans would either be realized or fail. He shook himself from his musings, deciding to visit the human world once more before retiring for the evening. This may work to his advantage yet.
Donovan..
She couldn't sense him anymore.
Even when he had turned, the darkness of his vampire half consuming his mortal soul right before her eyes, she could still feel her former guardian's careful guidance, urging her to run away, to be strong for him.
Donovan..where...?
No, not Donovan.. when he had turned into a full vampire, the darkness had named itself as Dee, a new entity.. but Dee, Donvan, whomever he was, he was gone now. She still insisted on watching over him, his guardian angel of sorts, should he ever need it.
She knew that he never would- and now it was too late.
The young woman sat up in bed, brushing damp bangs from her eyes, still breathing heavily. It had been many years since she left the side of her benevolent guardian, before he had shown her that she indeed had kept her emotions after her family had been slaughtered before her as an innocent child. After all, as she watched as Donovan died and Dee was born, she cried for the first time in years. Sometimes.. she still cried over him, even now.
A gentle breeze blew into the room, and she could hear some of the nuns across the hall spending their nighttime vigils in hushed prayer. It had been several years since the kind sisters of the convent had taken the lost, anguished child in, until she was old enough to study scripture and trained to become a sister herself, eventually.
Anita licked her lips, realizing how dry her mouth was when her tongue pulled away from her lips, sticky. She arose from her position and walked across the room, passing in front of the window when another gust blew in, the curtains enveloping her into an incensed cloud. The material lilted upward, brushing up against her face, a nail lightly grazing over her flushed skin-
she whirled around, only to have more insentient fabric suddenly blow right into her face once again.
She nervously brushed a hand through her hair. Another breeze had blown in with more fervor, lifting her hair gently from her shoulders. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, but stiffened when she felt her hair lift suddenly lifted above neck.. cold fingers running ticklish traces over the exposed skin. Startled, she fell forward and looked over her shoulder at.. white curtains that lay unsettled next to her window. The shutters had been closed. With a small, childish hope, her voice strangled out of her dry throat.
"Donovan…?"
No, not Donovan. God forbid otherwise. A pit formed within her stomach.
"….Dee?"
Water be damned- she was going back to bed, now.
She lay back down in bed, turned to her side with her knees pulled up toward her chest like a scared child. This was the most distraught Anita had been since coming here.. since..
The pillows beneath her head moved.. rose and fell, like drawing breath. She realized that a surface above her head was soft and firm.. a chest. She shuddered when she realized that her head currently lay in a lap. She gasped and struggled to get up, but suddenly a strong arm wrapped itself around her waist, whilst her hand was raised to be pressed tenderly to cold lips. A deep chuckle rumbled against her body, her hair brushed to one side and soft breath blew into her ear.
"A good evening to you, milady."
She swallowed down the bile that had risen in her throat.
"You're speechless, I see.. I am making you uncomfortable, perhaps? I know you know.. about him. Your beloved guardian. Are you sad?"
She damn near growled. He laughed as her body tensed.
"He was already dead long before now."
"Did you love him? Hmm? Your.." He paused, and she could feel the cruel smirk that graced hislips. "..Donovan..?"
She began to struggle within his grasp, and he held her down with ease. Jedah was suddenly grateful that her massive power was solely mental, and not physical. The girl continued to struggle, trying to think of where she had heard this voice before.. and quite possibly, why he was currently in her room.
Her struggles became fierce when his free hand took her by the chin, turning her face toward his.. as if to kiss her. She pleaded with him, and he quietly shushed her as his forehead brushed against hers and stayed remained there. Her mind was taken back, to once upon a time.. a small campfire blazed before her in a desolate wasteland, a small tent had been pitched across from where she sat, and sitting beside her.. oh God, next to her sat-
"My grudge isn't with you, vampire hunter," a voice chuckled darkly. "You will realize that one day, that child is far more trouble than she's worth." Donovan placed a protective hand in front of Anita, and his eyes narrowed at the shadow before him. "You will do best to leave her alone, foul demon," he spat back at him. "I made a promise to this child and to God that I will not rest until we find peace and our humanity… together."
Anita gasped, then tenderly bit her lip, and was suddenly back in her room. "You're him.. that demon Donovan chased away." Jedah growled lowly at the thought as her voice became quiet. "..and.. you wanted to kill me. Want to kill me." He chuckled, chest rumbling once more, and Anita cried out as she felt his lips press against her exposed throat, the light scraping of fangs across the fragile skin.
"Oh yes, your majesty.. and more.. so, so much more.."
His fingers gently began to run through her hair as she felt the pin pricks of his fangs suddenly sink beneath her skin.
…Anita sat up in bed, brushing away stray bangs from her damp forehead.