Well, folks, fanfiction.net has made me goggle with wonder lately. You would not believe the number of Harry Potter fanfics- over 9000! Holy Shit! Anyway, I wrote a piece there called "Harry's Madness", which you should read if you like HP. If you don't, that's good too- it's a free country. Here's chapter 9, ladies and gentlemen! Oh yeah- legal stuff...
I do not own Darkstalkers, and barring miracles, never will. If I did, I would be creating a RPG based around them, be very rich, and probably Japanese.
()-Indicates thoughts
A SPECIAL SHOUT-OUT TO MY REVIEWERS, AND PARTICULARLY TIGER5913 AND LONG SHOT! VIVA LA FF.NET!
Chapter 9
Sorrowful Lament
Morrigan stared at Dimitri as if he had just sprouted from the ground like some unnatural weed. The soldiers, unsure of whether to kill Dimitri or not, held their ground- and their weapons on Dimitri.
" Put yer weapons down!" she shouted at them. " 'E's a frien'!"
Dimitri noticed that Morrigan's voice had taken on a wierd accent- and that it was shaky around the edges. Glancing around, he got a good idea why- most of the soldiers were wounded, and many of the survivors- if that was what this was, as Dimitri suspected- were simply gazing about, dazed beyond their wits.
" Come alon', Dimitri," Morrigan said, looking around. " Le's go to my tent."
They walked to a private tent that looked as ragged as the men who attended it. They let Morrigan and Dimitri pass, and inside, Morrigan sat down on a small cushion- the only seat in the room. Dimitri kept standing.
" What happened here?" Dimitri said softly, his mind still reeling with the reality of what he had just seen.
" We didn' know anytin'," she began, that odd accent even more pronounced now. " We hadn't 'eard anytin' about 'n army, comin' from yer woods."
" Two days ago, they attacked. They killed my father..." at this tears came to her eyes and she broke down. " I can' lead! I'm not ready for this! Father dies and I'm left alone..."
She sobbed, her body shaking. Her larger wings wrapped about her, and she hugged her knees to her chest.
" E'en Marlin's dead! They ain' no one left..."
Dimitri, feeling a wave of unexpected sympathy and pity for Morrigan, walked forward and hugged her. He held her there, until the storm of her sorrow passed. She straitened up a bit and continued on.
" We took 'at we could, and left. The main army got smashed't. 'Is is what's left. We' been fleeing towards the Wolf Kingdoms. We've 'eard that Jedah and his supporters ar' gonna make a stand on the coast. The army attacking us 'is 'eading straight for him."
She then began laughing- a hysterical, high-pitched laugh. Dimitri thought that Morrigan was very close to a mental breakdown.
( Do you blame her?) a voice asked in the back of his head.
( No,) he answered it.
" 'An to top the whole damn thing off," she said, crying and laughing at the same time, " I'v got this accent back! I thought I got rid of it as a little girl. But 'ere it is again."
She continued her hysterical laughs until they degraded back into sobs. Dimitri continued to hold her.
" I can' rule," she sobbed.
" Morrigan," Dimitri spoke, whispering in her ear, while rocking her, " listen to me. I've went through the same thing- not on so grand a scale, but the Vampire Kingdom was very badly hurt when I took control. I was so young," his eyes dropped. " I considered running off, abandoning everything. And you know what? I couldn't. My people needed me. And now your people need you." Morrigan started to speak, but Dimitri shushed her gently. " Morrigan- you are all they have left. You won't be perfect, and no one ever is. But they won't expect that from you. They expect the best of you. And that's all any being of Makai can ask of you. You must gather them together again- try to regain a semblance of order- and then you must lead them. Take them to the Wolf Kingdom. They are untouched as of yet. And in the woods, many people can hide for a long time. All of you will be safe there." He kept rocking her back and forth. Her sobs had stopped, and only a occasional sniffle came out.
" Dimitri?" she asked, her accent noticeably weakened.
" Yes?" he asked softly.
" Thank you," she said. And in her heart, Morrigan was grateful for this man- grateful he had showed up.
" It's nothing," he said. He managed to feign a grin that, under the circumstances, looked amazingly sincere. " But I was wondering if you had any human blood to drink. I'm a bit low, you see."
She managed a weak smile as well. " Come on. We have a few captives left, if you want them."
They got up and walked out of the tent, and in her heart, Morrigan felt a twinge of some emotion she had never felt before.
(What is this?) she wondered. ( What do I feel?)
Though she did not know it, she was feeling the first faint beats of love.
I do not own Darkstalkers, and barring miracles, never will. If I did, I would be creating a RPG based around them, be very rich, and probably Japanese.
()-Indicates thoughts
A SPECIAL SHOUT-OUT TO MY REVIEWERS, AND PARTICULARLY TIGER5913 AND LONG SHOT! VIVA LA FF.NET!
Chapter 9
Sorrowful Lament
Morrigan stared at Dimitri as if he had just sprouted from the ground like some unnatural weed. The soldiers, unsure of whether to kill Dimitri or not, held their ground- and their weapons on Dimitri.
" Put yer weapons down!" she shouted at them. " 'E's a frien'!"
Dimitri noticed that Morrigan's voice had taken on a wierd accent- and that it was shaky around the edges. Glancing around, he got a good idea why- most of the soldiers were wounded, and many of the survivors- if that was what this was, as Dimitri suspected- were simply gazing about, dazed beyond their wits.
" Come alon', Dimitri," Morrigan said, looking around. " Le's go to my tent."
They walked to a private tent that looked as ragged as the men who attended it. They let Morrigan and Dimitri pass, and inside, Morrigan sat down on a small cushion- the only seat in the room. Dimitri kept standing.
" What happened here?" Dimitri said softly, his mind still reeling with the reality of what he had just seen.
" We didn' know anytin'," she began, that odd accent even more pronounced now. " We hadn't 'eard anytin' about 'n army, comin' from yer woods."
" Two days ago, they attacked. They killed my father..." at this tears came to her eyes and she broke down. " I can' lead! I'm not ready for this! Father dies and I'm left alone..."
She sobbed, her body shaking. Her larger wings wrapped about her, and she hugged her knees to her chest.
" E'en Marlin's dead! They ain' no one left..."
Dimitri, feeling a wave of unexpected sympathy and pity for Morrigan, walked forward and hugged her. He held her there, until the storm of her sorrow passed. She straitened up a bit and continued on.
" We took 'at we could, and left. The main army got smashed't. 'Is is what's left. We' been fleeing towards the Wolf Kingdoms. We've 'eard that Jedah and his supporters ar' gonna make a stand on the coast. The army attacking us 'is 'eading straight for him."
She then began laughing- a hysterical, high-pitched laugh. Dimitri thought that Morrigan was very close to a mental breakdown.
( Do you blame her?) a voice asked in the back of his head.
( No,) he answered it.
" 'An to top the whole damn thing off," she said, crying and laughing at the same time, " I'v got this accent back! I thought I got rid of it as a little girl. But 'ere it is again."
She continued her hysterical laughs until they degraded back into sobs. Dimitri continued to hold her.
" I can' rule," she sobbed.
" Morrigan," Dimitri spoke, whispering in her ear, while rocking her, " listen to me. I've went through the same thing- not on so grand a scale, but the Vampire Kingdom was very badly hurt when I took control. I was so young," his eyes dropped. " I considered running off, abandoning everything. And you know what? I couldn't. My people needed me. And now your people need you." Morrigan started to speak, but Dimitri shushed her gently. " Morrigan- you are all they have left. You won't be perfect, and no one ever is. But they won't expect that from you. They expect the best of you. And that's all any being of Makai can ask of you. You must gather them together again- try to regain a semblance of order- and then you must lead them. Take them to the Wolf Kingdom. They are untouched as of yet. And in the woods, many people can hide for a long time. All of you will be safe there." He kept rocking her back and forth. Her sobs had stopped, and only a occasional sniffle came out.
" Dimitri?" she asked, her accent noticeably weakened.
" Yes?" he asked softly.
" Thank you," she said. And in her heart, Morrigan was grateful for this man- grateful he had showed up.
" It's nothing," he said. He managed to feign a grin that, under the circumstances, looked amazingly sincere. " But I was wondering if you had any human blood to drink. I'm a bit low, you see."
She managed a weak smile as well. " Come on. We have a few captives left, if you want them."
They got up and walked out of the tent, and in her heart, Morrigan felt a twinge of some emotion she had never felt before.
(What is this?) she wondered. ( What do I feel?)
Though she did not know it, she was feeling the first faint beats of love.