Next chapter here for New Blood & Old Foes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Darkstalkers, nope I don't, contrary to what you might have heard.
Hell Hound awoke the next morning in an unfamiliar room, remembering the events of last night he leapt to his feet and prepared himself for the worst. Suddenly he heard some faint singing, coming from another room that appeared to be the kitchen. Hell Hound entered the kitchen and saw a true sight to behold, and hear, Felicia cooking a pan full of eggs and another full of bacon, singing slightly as she often does. Hell Hound was awestruck by the beauty standing in front of him, and stood there for several moments before Felicia noticed him there. "Oh, hi! You're that Darkstalker John saved last night, I'm Felicia!" the feline greeted happily, with a broad smile, showing her fangs. Hell Hound stood there several moments, still in a daze. "Hello, anyone in there?" Felicia said waving her hand front of Hell Hound's face. "Uhm sorry, you're just...not what I expected," Hell Hound said shaking her hand and his head simultaneously. "And your name?" Felicia asked, with a slight smile at his absentmindedness. "They call me Hell Hound," he replied with a stern look on his face. "That's an interesting name, but what's the one your parents named you?" Felicia asked returning to her cooking. "None of your business," Hell Hound replied with a low growl. "Sorry, I must've stepped on a nerve there...seriously I'm sorry," Felicia said showing the concern she has for those around her. "It's not your fault, you didn't know," Hell Hound replied this time with him showing the compassion. "Ah, it seems the newcomer is awake," John said entering the kitchen, and walked over to Felicia gave her a little peck on the cheek. "What the cripes is going on!" Hell Hound demanded. "Whoa calm down, we're your friends," John said trying to help the new wolf-like creature keep his cool. "I don't have any friends, I demand you tell me what is going on now!" shouted Hell Hound, with severe anger on his voice, like a cornered animal. "Calm down, Hell Hound, it's okay, John saved you from Jedah," Felicia said successfully calming the new comer. "Jedah, that's his name? Where is he?" Hell Hound asked thinking of the Demon with a scowl on his face. "We're not going to have any of that yet, breakfast is ready," Felicia said directing them to the dining room.
"Damn, he is under their protection now," a shrouded figure said glaring at a crystal ball depicting John, Felicia, and Hell Hound enjoying a sit-down breakfast. "I must have him to fulfill the prophecy," continued the voice. "I can't let this one slip through my hands. The gloves are off Jonathan Talbain, you have meddled in affairs beyond your comprehension for the last time," the shrouded figure said before slamming a fist into the crystal ball, shattering it.
"Why was Jedah after you anyway?" John asked Hell Hound. "I'm not sure, all I know is he was the one that killed my family," Hell Hound replied. "Who were your parents anyway? I've never seen a werewolf with batwings on his shoulders...or one that can't turn human again for that matter," Felicia asked with much interest. "Yes I am rather unusual aren't I, I'll guess I'll start from the beginning..."
It all started roughly twenty-one years ago when my parents met. I'm not talking about your standard, boy meets girl, boy gets girl thing here. You see my father was a dark hunter, in a way, he knew the difference between good Darkstalkers and the ones that saw humans as nothing more than cattle, he knew this because he was a werewolf himself. He had plenty kills under his belt, not just the evil dark ones, but a few serial murderers and rapists, the scum that disgust both man and dark one alike.
He had heard stories from a small village in Northern Ireland, of a demon that was killling local cattle, he had to discover if this was indeed a dark one or just some weird hermit who left the wilderness long enough for a midnight snack. He entered the village and immediately noticed the scent of another dark one, a demon of some sort as the rumors mentioned. After tracking the scent for half a day he saw a little shack built into a hillside, this shack was apparently where the Demon lay. My father entered the shack and saw her...my mother, a succubus. Immediately she cringed, she had multiple scars, apparently from the villagers from when she was a child; she would never hurt anyone she was to afraid to barely even defend herself, lest hurt a human being. Apparently some of the villagers had known he was indeed a dark hunter and followed him, to kill the 'Evil Demon'. My father then said to my mother "I can help you, but you have to follow my instructions to a t," to which she nodded vigorously.
The villagers had surrounded the shack and had torches ready. One of the villagers shouted for my father to leave the shack or they'd burn it down with him in it. My father exited the shack with my mother slung over his shoulder, she appeared dead to the villagers. They demanded that they burn the body but my father told them that then she would only come back twice as powerful, and ten times as pissed, he said he'd deal with the body. They reached a place far enough from the town for it to be safe for my mother to walk. The exchanged names and fell in love right there. My father William Talbot, and my mother Colleen O'Conner.
Four years later, in British Columbia, my mother gave birth to me, my father always said it was the happiest day of his life. He gave up the dark hunting and settled down in a village of other Darkstalkers, he did this so I wouldn't have to deal with the prejudice for being what I was, ha too bad it didn't work out like he planned. I grew up as you see me, more or less, minus the wings. And I got along great with my friends, no one picked on anyone else, my family was happy, it was paradise until...that night.
I was ten then and it didn't seem any different, just a pleasant summer night until, he came. The house next to us erupted in fire, I heard my best friend Josh, a ghoul, scream out in the agony of being burned alive, the sound was horrid. My father told my mother to stay there and protect me while he transformed and went outside to see what was going on. We went to the window, and there was...Jedah. Jedah was lifting my father off the ground by the throat, I saw my Father's chest swell far beyond a normal size and then it exploded. I saw my father's heart still beating, outside his body. He then looked up the window where we were, and seemed to say 'I love you', before his heart stopped and his eyes closed. My mother was enraged and jumped out the window and attacked Jedah, he did nothing more than grab the fist she was striking him with, and twist her around. She cried 'Victor, get away from here! Run!' and he slit her throat. I felt an uncontrollable pain surface in my shoulders and my wings sprouted. I ran to the other side of the house and jumped through one of the windows and flew as far away as I could go. That was the last thing I remember of my parents.
"He destroyed the entire village. And I've been wandering the world for the past seven years," Hell Hound finished. "T-that's horrible," Felicia said, shaking slightly with John comforting her. "But what would Jedah want to do to you now?" John asked in puzzlement. "I don't know, maybe he wants to finish what he started, he seems like the kind of sick bastard that would do that," Hell Hound replied. Suddenly the sound of something landing on the front lawn of the house could be heard, and then another, and another. "That, can't be good," John said getting up, and transforming. They prepared for battle.
Dun Dun Dunnnnnn. I just had to leave you with a little cliffhanger there, anyway until next time.