A contrived love story: Darkstalker's style
John walks down a dark name-less street in the middle of a nameless metropolis late at night. Why is he wandering, what is he looking for? Not even he can say. He sees a large billboard at the street's corner promoting a singing act at a local club, it has her on it. 'What!' he thinks to himself, it had been a few months, nearly a year since Jedah's defeat, since he had last heard of her. He had known she had joined a convent but was honestly not surprised that that hadn't worked out considering her personality. 'Felicia,' he thought remembering fighting by her side and that longing to be more than an ally. He knew that she would never love him, she was a feline; he a canine, I mean do the math. This never stopped his love for her, not for a second. They had fought, yes, he looked to hate her more than one could imagine, but that was his façade, his mask. The sign said she would be starting an act in a half-an-hour or so and he was close enough to get there in time. The club was the 'Concrete Jungle' and was a fairly classy joint and John had brought his good clothes and with a wardrobe change, plus a little of that animal magnetism, managed to get in. He sat down just in time. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Felicia and the alley cat 8," said the announcer. And there she was, in a sparkling white silk gown. She went through a set that lasted about an hour and a half. John was reminded of one of the features that made him love her so...her voice. Afterwards John proceeded back stage until a bouncer stopped him. "Sorry bub, can't go back stage without a signed invitation," the bouncer said holding John back with hand to the shoulder. "I suggest you let me by if you want you're neck to stay in one piece," John said lifting the bouncer off the ground by his throat. John tossed him lightly to the ground and continued to Felicia's dressing room. "Mack, what did I say about coming in without knock..." Felicia said as John entered the room and saw his face. Her eyes dilated as she recognized, which took a few seconds considering the fact she has only seen him only a few times in his human form. "Hi...Felicia," he said. "Humph ,what are you doing here?" she mumbled. "What, the fact that we saved each other's asses out of the fire from Jedah's demonic hordes doesn't mean anything?" he said. "I have a life beyond that now, unlike you who wanders around depressed because he's a sad, wittle, werewolf," she said with a snarl. "Look, I thought I could come here and maybe apologize for being an ass to you all those times before but then you go and remind me why I was an ass," he said in rage. "You know what? Don't apologize, that's your problem, you're always sorry!" she screamed in return. John stomped out of the dressing room, and then the club. 'Why do I love such an idiot. I have it all, money, some fame, everything yet...something's still missing,' she thought as she brushed her hair.
'Great, what do you do now genius,' John thought to himself as he wandered aimlessly and found himself at the docks. "How you doin' Johnny?" came a voice from the edge of the pier. "Not so good Rikuou," John said as the fish man exited from the shadows. "What's the matter man?" Rikuou asked. "I went to see Felicia and...just a lot of things related to that," John said. "Man, you've got to stop eating yourself inside out over her, she's not worth it," Rikuou said in desperation. "I don't know man, it's just...it's just that when I'm around her, and we're not fighting of course, that's really the only time I can remember being happy. It's when I forget my past and get lost in her eyes, that life is good," John said nearly to the point of tears at the first part. "That's it, you're coming with me," Rikuou said grabbing John by the arm. "What the hell are you doing?!" John asked hysterically. "I'm taking you to the club where she works and you are going to confess for her and get this shit out of your system," Rikuou replied dragging John towards the city.
"Felicia, can I come in?" asked a lumbering German voice from out side Felicia's dressing room. "Sure, Victor," Felicia said at the point of tears. The large Frakenstein-like man entered the room and put a hand on Felicia's shoulder at seeing her tears. "What's wrong?" Victor asked sincerely. "I-I-it's John," she said sobbing uncontrollably. "Now what did he do?" Victor said with a little bit of frustration arrant in his voice. "N-no, it wasn't him, I was a callus bitch to him, no wonder he hates me," and, at that, she cried even harder. "Felicia, please stop crying, he isn't that important," he said trying to soothe her. "Not worth it, Not FUCKING worth it?!" she cried slamming her fists onto Victor's shoulders. "I'm sorry I didn't mean..." he said but was slapped a cross the face before he could finish. "No you didn't mean, my ass!" she shrieked before running from the room and exiting the club through a back door. "Here we are man," Rikuou said as the two stood in front of the Concrete Jungle, oh and so you know Rikuou can adapt a human form for a period of time; explaining the lack of mass panic. "I can't do this!" John cried. "Oh, no you don't. You are doing this now no if's, and's, or but's, got it?" said Rikuou giving the ultimatum. "Felicia! Felicia!" shouted Victor as he exited the building. "Wait what happened?" Rikuou asked. "Felicia just ran out of the club," Victor responded. "I have to find her!" John said before running off, tracking her smell. "Wait...why did she run off?" Rikuou asked. "I don't know Rik, she was just crying about how she loved John and left," Victor stated with a puzzled look. "Whoa, hold on a sec there Vic. did you say she loves John," Rikuou queried. "Yes, she has since, god, I don't know when," Victor answered. "So, all their heartache, all that pain, was for absolutely no reason?" Rikuou inquired. "Yeah I guess so," Victor said and they stood there slack-jawed for several moments. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!" they cried in unison slapping their knees.
John walks down a dark name-less street in the middle of a nameless metropolis late at night. Why is he wandering, what is he looking for? Not even he can say. He sees a large billboard at the street's corner promoting a singing act at a local club, it has her on it. 'What!' he thinks to himself, it had been a few months, nearly a year since Jedah's defeat, since he had last heard of her. He had known she had joined a convent but was honestly not surprised that that hadn't worked out considering her personality. 'Felicia,' he thought remembering fighting by her side and that longing to be more than an ally. He knew that she would never love him, she was a feline; he a canine, I mean do the math. This never stopped his love for her, not for a second. They had fought, yes, he looked to hate her more than one could imagine, but that was his façade, his mask. The sign said she would be starting an act in a half-an-hour or so and he was close enough to get there in time. The club was the 'Concrete Jungle' and was a fairly classy joint and John had brought his good clothes and with a wardrobe change, plus a little of that animal magnetism, managed to get in. He sat down just in time. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Felicia and the alley cat 8," said the announcer. And there she was, in a sparkling white silk gown. She went through a set that lasted about an hour and a half. John was reminded of one of the features that made him love her so...her voice. Afterwards John proceeded back stage until a bouncer stopped him. "Sorry bub, can't go back stage without a signed invitation," the bouncer said holding John back with hand to the shoulder. "I suggest you let me by if you want you're neck to stay in one piece," John said lifting the bouncer off the ground by his throat. John tossed him lightly to the ground and continued to Felicia's dressing room. "Mack, what did I say about coming in without knock..." Felicia said as John entered the room and saw his face. Her eyes dilated as she recognized, which took a few seconds considering the fact she has only seen him only a few times in his human form. "Hi...Felicia," he said. "Humph ,what are you doing here?" she mumbled. "What, the fact that we saved each other's asses out of the fire from Jedah's demonic hordes doesn't mean anything?" he said. "I have a life beyond that now, unlike you who wanders around depressed because he's a sad, wittle, werewolf," she said with a snarl. "Look, I thought I could come here and maybe apologize for being an ass to you all those times before but then you go and remind me why I was an ass," he said in rage. "You know what? Don't apologize, that's your problem, you're always sorry!" she screamed in return. John stomped out of the dressing room, and then the club. 'Why do I love such an idiot. I have it all, money, some fame, everything yet...something's still missing,' she thought as she brushed her hair.
'Great, what do you do now genius,' John thought to himself as he wandered aimlessly and found himself at the docks. "How you doin' Johnny?" came a voice from the edge of the pier. "Not so good Rikuou," John said as the fish man exited from the shadows. "What's the matter man?" Rikuou asked. "I went to see Felicia and...just a lot of things related to that," John said. "Man, you've got to stop eating yourself inside out over her, she's not worth it," Rikuou said in desperation. "I don't know man, it's just...it's just that when I'm around her, and we're not fighting of course, that's really the only time I can remember being happy. It's when I forget my past and get lost in her eyes, that life is good," John said nearly to the point of tears at the first part. "That's it, you're coming with me," Rikuou said grabbing John by the arm. "What the hell are you doing?!" John asked hysterically. "I'm taking you to the club where she works and you are going to confess for her and get this shit out of your system," Rikuou replied dragging John towards the city.
"Felicia, can I come in?" asked a lumbering German voice from out side Felicia's dressing room. "Sure, Victor," Felicia said at the point of tears. The large Frakenstein-like man entered the room and put a hand on Felicia's shoulder at seeing her tears. "What's wrong?" Victor asked sincerely. "I-I-it's John," she said sobbing uncontrollably. "Now what did he do?" Victor said with a little bit of frustration arrant in his voice. "N-no, it wasn't him, I was a callus bitch to him, no wonder he hates me," and, at that, she cried even harder. "Felicia, please stop crying, he isn't that important," he said trying to soothe her. "Not worth it, Not FUCKING worth it?!" she cried slamming her fists onto Victor's shoulders. "I'm sorry I didn't mean..." he said but was slapped a cross the face before he could finish. "No you didn't mean, my ass!" she shrieked before running from the room and exiting the club through a back door. "Here we are man," Rikuou said as the two stood in front of the Concrete Jungle, oh and so you know Rikuou can adapt a human form for a period of time; explaining the lack of mass panic. "I can't do this!" John cried. "Oh, no you don't. You are doing this now no if's, and's, or but's, got it?" said Rikuou giving the ultimatum. "Felicia! Felicia!" shouted Victor as he exited the building. "Wait what happened?" Rikuou asked. "Felicia just ran out of the club," Victor responded. "I have to find her!" John said before running off, tracking her smell. "Wait...why did she run off?" Rikuou asked. "I don't know Rik, she was just crying about how she loved John and left," Victor stated with a puzzled look. "Whoa, hold on a sec there Vic. did you say she loves John," Rikuou queried. "Yes, she has since, god, I don't know when," Victor answered. "So, all their heartache, all that pain, was for absolutely no reason?" Rikuou inquired. "Yeah I guess so," Victor said and they stood there slack-jawed for several moments. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!" they cried in unison slapping their knees.