Chapter 3, and for anyone thoroughly confused with this fic I'll explain a
few things at the end of this chapter.
The black and white werewolf grinned to himself, because he knew the pack leader watched him. She had done so quiet a number of times in the past two months, even as they both held their human shapes, but of course he had always seemed unknowing of her actions. He glimpsed up toward the four-story building that he was sure was her hiding place and laughed to himself once again. Then he smelled it, a scent he did not know, but then realized it must be a pack member he had not met. "Who are you?" he asked into the seemingly endless darkness, well endless to humans, but he was a werewolf and watched as the other appeared clear as day. "Who are you?" he repeated. The other stepped into the light of a near by streetlight and he gasped, as golden eyes like his own met his gaze.
Jon Talbain stepped from the darkness, his face a mask of rage. His blood burned and the wolf slowly snarled in his mind. "Who are you?" the other werewolf asked once again, the anger plain and seething in his voice. Talbain bared his fangs and snarled in a voice so low that humans would never have heard it. " I will kill you." he growled, his werewolf voice mimicking the sound of a real wolf. "That will not be as easy as you think my friend!" the other said baring his own fangs. "HoooWooo!" Talbain howled a battle cry as he lunged at the black and white foe before him. The other dodged away nimbly slashing at Talbain with his claws. Talbain howled once again, in pain and increasing fury. He jumped forward as if to lunge, fooling the other werewolf as he bounced from a wall, to land a heavy kick in his chest. This time it was his turn to howl in pain. This one is fast and quiet skilled. he thought to himself. He too felt the wolf rise in his mind, but for him it was simply his old friend coming to his aid. "Let us take this to the roof tops, too many people could get hurt down here!" the other werewolf said jumping to a windowsill and starting his ascent. For a moment those words stuck in Talbain's mind, why would a wild one worry about human lives? but that thought was pushed away as the wolf howled in his mind, a trick! it roared and propelled Talbain upward after the other werewolf.
The rooftop was more open, the black and white werewolf thanked God. He knew he could never have won in that alleyway; the other werewolf was just to fast. Then as if summoned by his thoughts the other werewolf sprang over the edge of the roof to face him, his eyes glowing with rage. He landed in a battle stance and the black and white wolf was now truly convinced of his skill. Claw strikes raked forward inches from his face as he dodged right, toward a cooling unit. He burst into a run and reached the unit as the other jump kicked, missing, but just barely. " Hold still and let's see what you've got!" the other taunted. Still he dodged each blow and finally parried what he could not block until the other began to breath a bit more harshly. " Is that the best you have?" the black and white werewolf asked his voice filled with arrogance he did not feel. However to his dismay the other simply smiled and said "No!" as an aura of blue-green fire erupted from his body. " Beast Cannon!" he roared. He shot forward like a bullet and the black and white werewolf knew he would not block this one.
Now to anyone wondering what on earth I've done to the Night Warrior/ Darkstalkers story line, I 'll. only say that this fic takes place in an alternate universe, where Demitri Maximov is banished to the human world where he takes control, like Night Warriors. However in this world Pyron never appeared and Demitri and Morrigan marry after their initial battle. For seven years they rule Makai and Earth, until Demitri's defeat at the hands of Jon Talbain. Shortly after this the Dark Messiah Jedah is reborn. Jedah brings together the most powerful Darkstalkers in both realms, including Talbain and Demitri for a tournament for their souls. For Jedah wishes to merge all the souls of both worlds to create ever lasting harmony, not caring that this would eliminate all individuality. However Jedah is defeated when the fighters of his tournament combine their powers in an all out effort, but the effort leaves Maximov dying. Thus the world is free, or is it, because in the world of the Darkstalkers it seems peace is always short lived.
The black and white werewolf grinned to himself, because he knew the pack leader watched him. She had done so quiet a number of times in the past two months, even as they both held their human shapes, but of course he had always seemed unknowing of her actions. He glimpsed up toward the four-story building that he was sure was her hiding place and laughed to himself once again. Then he smelled it, a scent he did not know, but then realized it must be a pack member he had not met. "Who are you?" he asked into the seemingly endless darkness, well endless to humans, but he was a werewolf and watched as the other appeared clear as day. "Who are you?" he repeated. The other stepped into the light of a near by streetlight and he gasped, as golden eyes like his own met his gaze.
Jon Talbain stepped from the darkness, his face a mask of rage. His blood burned and the wolf slowly snarled in his mind. "Who are you?" the other werewolf asked once again, the anger plain and seething in his voice. Talbain bared his fangs and snarled in a voice so low that humans would never have heard it. " I will kill you." he growled, his werewolf voice mimicking the sound of a real wolf. "That will not be as easy as you think my friend!" the other said baring his own fangs. "HoooWooo!" Talbain howled a battle cry as he lunged at the black and white foe before him. The other dodged away nimbly slashing at Talbain with his claws. Talbain howled once again, in pain and increasing fury. He jumped forward as if to lunge, fooling the other werewolf as he bounced from a wall, to land a heavy kick in his chest. This time it was his turn to howl in pain. This one is fast and quiet skilled. he thought to himself. He too felt the wolf rise in his mind, but for him it was simply his old friend coming to his aid. "Let us take this to the roof tops, too many people could get hurt down here!" the other werewolf said jumping to a windowsill and starting his ascent. For a moment those words stuck in Talbain's mind, why would a wild one worry about human lives? but that thought was pushed away as the wolf howled in his mind, a trick! it roared and propelled Talbain upward after the other werewolf.
The rooftop was more open, the black and white werewolf thanked God. He knew he could never have won in that alleyway; the other werewolf was just to fast. Then as if summoned by his thoughts the other werewolf sprang over the edge of the roof to face him, his eyes glowing with rage. He landed in a battle stance and the black and white wolf was now truly convinced of his skill. Claw strikes raked forward inches from his face as he dodged right, toward a cooling unit. He burst into a run and reached the unit as the other jump kicked, missing, but just barely. " Hold still and let's see what you've got!" the other taunted. Still he dodged each blow and finally parried what he could not block until the other began to breath a bit more harshly. " Is that the best you have?" the black and white werewolf asked his voice filled with arrogance he did not feel. However to his dismay the other simply smiled and said "No!" as an aura of blue-green fire erupted from his body. " Beast Cannon!" he roared. He shot forward like a bullet and the black and white werewolf knew he would not block this one.
Now to anyone wondering what on earth I've done to the Night Warrior/ Darkstalkers story line, I 'll. only say that this fic takes place in an alternate universe, where Demitri Maximov is banished to the human world where he takes control, like Night Warriors. However in this world Pyron never appeared and Demitri and Morrigan marry after their initial battle. For seven years they rule Makai and Earth, until Demitri's defeat at the hands of Jon Talbain. Shortly after this the Dark Messiah Jedah is reborn. Jedah brings together the most powerful Darkstalkers in both realms, including Talbain and Demitri for a tournament for their souls. For Jedah wishes to merge all the souls of both worlds to create ever lasting harmony, not caring that this would eliminate all individuality. However Jedah is defeated when the fighters of his tournament combine their powers in an all out effort, but the effort leaves Maximov dying. Thus the world is free, or is it, because in the world of the Darkstalkers it seems peace is always short lived.