DISCLAIMER: I do not own Darkstalkers(which sucks), Capcom does. Don't sue me over
anything in this fanfic, please.
Hello everyone! This is my first fanfic, so be nice with the reviews. As you'll see soon enough,
it's mostly about Dimitri... I don't follow the Darkstalkers storyline exactly, but I think I've done
a better job than Capcom did. Basically, the characters are nowhere near as old as the
Darkstalkers game states, since anybody that old would have severe personality changes that
don't fit with the characters. Demitri is about 150 years old (young for a vampire). On with the
show!- SilverLocke980
note: Words in italics are thoughts.
Tales of Eternity:
Deeping Dream
Chapter 1
Ways of the World
Dimitri looked outside his window. Night had fallen over Romania, and a bright moon
had started to rise. Time to get up, he mused sourly. Since his father died when he was little,
Dimitri had dreaded the coming of another night- another night of listening to advisors whose
sole goal was to strip him of power, another night of attempted assassinations, another night of
warnings of human encroachment and imminent war, of pain and suffering... sometimes it was
too much to bear.
Allowing himself a single sigh, he quickly adopted the mask he had made when he was
little, told by one of his father's advisors that the best face was a stern one. The man had greatly
impressed young Dimitri, with his stony face and seeming control of any situation. Dimitri had
also learned the hard way that no matter what he felt, he was a symbol. The vampires of
Romania, part of Makai, the Realm of Shadows, were in desperate times when Dimitri's father,
Vladmir the III, was assassinated and young Dimitri took the throne. God, he thought, I was only
50...
His people needed a symbol of strength, and young Dimitri had to be that symbol, as the
last surviving member of the royal family. No matter the pain in his mind or heart, no matter
how weary he was, he must be strong.
They had recovered slowly under Dimitri, and prophecies of doom regarding his ability
had been left unfulfilled. It was generally agreed he was a good ruler, although rather harsh at
times.
But that was now, after 100 long years. In the early days, it had been nothing but
assassination attempts that claimed both his mother's life and those of his closest advisors- his
only friends. And after that, the duels. Fight after fight as nobles and young dukes attempted to
strip Dimitri of his throne and rule themselves. He had learned the art of the spear and fist, and
he had killed all who attacked him. But every time he felt another life bleed out by his hand, he
lost a part of himself...
Enough, he told himself. It was time to start the night. He heard his servants knock on
the door, just as he finished dressing. Dimitri considered it a matter of pride to dress himself,
without having servants do it, like most nobles. For tonight, he'd chosen his favorite undershirt,
blue in color, which was covered by his overcoat and cape, which was accompanied by his boots
and the single piece of jewelry he wore- the Anubis ring, symbol of House Maximov.
"Lord Dimitri," a servant said from behind the door, " the ambassador of House Aensland
is here, along with his entourage."
"I will be arriving shortly. Direct them to the Great Hall," Dimitri told the servant.
House Aensland was the most powerful house of Makai, ruled by the incredibly powerful
incubus Berial. It was a house that Dimitri found both useful- and frightening. The incubi and
succubi were strange creatures that required little physical food- for they fed on emotions,
particularly strong ones like love and hate. They knew one's emotions just by looking at you-
unless one built up a psychic wall. Dimitri had been practicing that just for this meeting.
Dimitri walked down the hallway that led from his room to the Great Hall, the meeting
place of Romanov Castle. He opened the great doors and stepped into the Great Hall. A long
table was spread out, filled with various meats and foods. Most of it would not be eaten- but a
show of opulence was expected at these meetings.
The ambassador of Aensland, a old incubus named Marlin, was arguing with a succubus
to his left. The beautiful succubus had odd green hair, and purple batwings that right now were
angrily raised up. She was clearly mad about something.
"Morrigan..." Dimitri thought. That brat here? She was infamous for her spoiled,
arrogant attitude towards politics(and life in general), and was known to run off to the human
kingdoms to find males to taunt and tease. She could care less about the people of Makai and
their problems, she just wanted to be carefree. And her father, Berial, indulged her. There was no
reason for her to be in this castle...
Wondering about this strange occurrence, Dimitri spoke. " Ambassadors of House
Aensland, I am honored at your presence here, in my humble castle." He bowed slightly to
Marlin as he spoke.
" And we are grateful to you for allowing us inside your castle, Duke Dimitri," Marlin
replied, impressed with Dimitri's manners. In his mind, Marlin made a note to tell everyone
back at Castle Stonehand that the young vampire lord had impeccable tastes in everything from
his wine and his manners. He decided to do a emotional check on the man as Dimitri sat down-
And met a wall. Marlin raised a eyebrow, then quickly checked himself. The vampire
knew how to throw up a psychic wall! His opinion of the duke was going upward. Few
creatures could maintain the calm and control necessary to throw up a shield. The vampire also
had one hell of a poker face, Marlin decided. His face betrayed none of his thoughts.
Meanwhile, Morrigan was sitting there sulking. She was forced here because enough of
her father's advisors had ganged up on the issue and demanded she begin her training to be the
next ruler of Makai. Berial begrudgingly agreed, and here she was, at the table of the Lord of
Vampires.
At least he's handsome, she thought to herself. Though I've heard he's a stony man, I
think I can break him...
She smiled at the fun she could have before the night was over. After all, they were
staying for a while, weren't they?
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SilverLocke980's Notes:
Yes, I know I've changed a bit of the storyline, but most of it didn't make sense to me, so here
you go. Send me reviews! This is going to go far beyond the little banquet here, so tell me what
you like! Constructive criticism is always appreciated. Flames will be used to light my barbecue.
I thank God for giving me life and happiness, my family for their love, and my friends for
supporting me!
See ya, FanFiction.net readers!
anything in this fanfic, please.
Hello everyone! This is my first fanfic, so be nice with the reviews. As you'll see soon enough,
it's mostly about Dimitri... I don't follow the Darkstalkers storyline exactly, but I think I've done
a better job than Capcom did. Basically, the characters are nowhere near as old as the
Darkstalkers game states, since anybody that old would have severe personality changes that
don't fit with the characters. Demitri is about 150 years old (young for a vampire). On with the
show!- SilverLocke980
note: Words in italics are thoughts.
Tales of Eternity:
Deeping Dream
Chapter 1
Ways of the World
Dimitri looked outside his window. Night had fallen over Romania, and a bright moon
had started to rise. Time to get up, he mused sourly. Since his father died when he was little,
Dimitri had dreaded the coming of another night- another night of listening to advisors whose
sole goal was to strip him of power, another night of attempted assassinations, another night of
warnings of human encroachment and imminent war, of pain and suffering... sometimes it was
too much to bear.
Allowing himself a single sigh, he quickly adopted the mask he had made when he was
little, told by one of his father's advisors that the best face was a stern one. The man had greatly
impressed young Dimitri, with his stony face and seeming control of any situation. Dimitri had
also learned the hard way that no matter what he felt, he was a symbol. The vampires of
Romania, part of Makai, the Realm of Shadows, were in desperate times when Dimitri's father,
Vladmir the III, was assassinated and young Dimitri took the throne. God, he thought, I was only
50...
His people needed a symbol of strength, and young Dimitri had to be that symbol, as the
last surviving member of the royal family. No matter the pain in his mind or heart, no matter
how weary he was, he must be strong.
They had recovered slowly under Dimitri, and prophecies of doom regarding his ability
had been left unfulfilled. It was generally agreed he was a good ruler, although rather harsh at
times.
But that was now, after 100 long years. In the early days, it had been nothing but
assassination attempts that claimed both his mother's life and those of his closest advisors- his
only friends. And after that, the duels. Fight after fight as nobles and young dukes attempted to
strip Dimitri of his throne and rule themselves. He had learned the art of the spear and fist, and
he had killed all who attacked him. But every time he felt another life bleed out by his hand, he
lost a part of himself...
Enough, he told himself. It was time to start the night. He heard his servants knock on
the door, just as he finished dressing. Dimitri considered it a matter of pride to dress himself,
without having servants do it, like most nobles. For tonight, he'd chosen his favorite undershirt,
blue in color, which was covered by his overcoat and cape, which was accompanied by his boots
and the single piece of jewelry he wore- the Anubis ring, symbol of House Maximov.
"Lord Dimitri," a servant said from behind the door, " the ambassador of House Aensland
is here, along with his entourage."
"I will be arriving shortly. Direct them to the Great Hall," Dimitri told the servant.
House Aensland was the most powerful house of Makai, ruled by the incredibly powerful
incubus Berial. It was a house that Dimitri found both useful- and frightening. The incubi and
succubi were strange creatures that required little physical food- for they fed on emotions,
particularly strong ones like love and hate. They knew one's emotions just by looking at you-
unless one built up a psychic wall. Dimitri had been practicing that just for this meeting.
Dimitri walked down the hallway that led from his room to the Great Hall, the meeting
place of Romanov Castle. He opened the great doors and stepped into the Great Hall. A long
table was spread out, filled with various meats and foods. Most of it would not be eaten- but a
show of opulence was expected at these meetings.
The ambassador of Aensland, a old incubus named Marlin, was arguing with a succubus
to his left. The beautiful succubus had odd green hair, and purple batwings that right now were
angrily raised up. She was clearly mad about something.
"Morrigan..." Dimitri thought. That brat here? She was infamous for her spoiled,
arrogant attitude towards politics(and life in general), and was known to run off to the human
kingdoms to find males to taunt and tease. She could care less about the people of Makai and
their problems, she just wanted to be carefree. And her father, Berial, indulged her. There was no
reason for her to be in this castle...
Wondering about this strange occurrence, Dimitri spoke. " Ambassadors of House
Aensland, I am honored at your presence here, in my humble castle." He bowed slightly to
Marlin as he spoke.
" And we are grateful to you for allowing us inside your castle, Duke Dimitri," Marlin
replied, impressed with Dimitri's manners. In his mind, Marlin made a note to tell everyone
back at Castle Stonehand that the young vampire lord had impeccable tastes in everything from
his wine and his manners. He decided to do a emotional check on the man as Dimitri sat down-
And met a wall. Marlin raised a eyebrow, then quickly checked himself. The vampire
knew how to throw up a psychic wall! His opinion of the duke was going upward. Few
creatures could maintain the calm and control necessary to throw up a shield. The vampire also
had one hell of a poker face, Marlin decided. His face betrayed none of his thoughts.
Meanwhile, Morrigan was sitting there sulking. She was forced here because enough of
her father's advisors had ganged up on the issue and demanded she begin her training to be the
next ruler of Makai. Berial begrudgingly agreed, and here she was, at the table of the Lord of
Vampires.
At least he's handsome, she thought to herself. Though I've heard he's a stony man, I
think I can break him...
She smiled at the fun she could have before the night was over. After all, they were
staying for a while, weren't they?
******************************************************************************
SilverLocke980's Notes:
Yes, I know I've changed a bit of the storyline, but most of it didn't make sense to me, so here
you go. Send me reviews! This is going to go far beyond the little banquet here, so tell me what
you like! Constructive criticism is always appreciated. Flames will be used to light my barbecue.
I thank God for giving me life and happiness, my family for their love, and my friends for
supporting me!
See ya, FanFiction.net readers!