Author's Note: Hey again! Here I am…back in the saddle and writin' about Jamie again…fun times…anyway, please enjoy!
February 20th, 2005
1:39 a.m.
Miami, Florida.
All dressed up and nothing to beat to a bloody pulp.
A chill wind blew from the ocean. Jamie Parker zipped his green hooded jacket up to his throat and shivered…just a little. All right, it was February, but still, Southern Florida in February wasn't so brisk. He was tempted to pull his hood up but there was something just a little too gangbanger about that look for Jamie's tastes.
As Jamie walked along the waterfront, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt and grumbled softly to himself. His gaze darted around the wharf and the canneries and the large shipping vessels out on the water. Miami had its share of gorgeous beaches…but tonight, Jamie wasn't patrolling those beaches…he had heard of severe vampiric activity around this area of town and he was going to find it!
However, patrol had been completely uneventful thus far and it was growing increasingly late. Midnight had come and gone, and by all rights Jamie should have long since returned to his dorm. He had a class at nine in the morning and he was determined not to oversleep.
Come hell or high water, Jamie Parker was determined to become a totally badass Nephilim…and yet, manage to immerse himself in the college experience both socially and academically. He was a smart kid, managed to get all A's and B's in high school…so how could college be any different?
So far, Jamie had managed (somewhat) to balance the two together. His friends, Robbie, Maureen, and Mina had also decided to attend college at the infamous Miami University with him.
To make things a little easier, Robbie was his roommate, while Maureen and Mina lived at the other end of their co-ed dorm. His friends had wanted to help people…they said that Jamie had inspired them to do so.
As far as college life was concerned, Jamie Parker was one of the lucky ones. He wasn't too far away from home (two hours to be precise), and his best friends attended the same university that he did. Even though he was a lame-o freshman, he had to admit that the freedom he had was…exhilarating…
He had become somewhat of a campus celebrity for managing to get in the infamous King of Iron Fist Tournament (it had been broadcasted on ESPN) and for beating such infamous faces as Hwoarang, and Lee…and even withstanding a beating from Kazuya!
Jamie took all of this in stride…the campus was big enough that he could pass through his day without his newfound celebrity getting in the way…and it something that he was grateful for.
His anonymity was also a great asset in the Nephilim aspect of his life; there were so many people on campus that most of the time, he had no idea who he was saving…nor did they know who he was.
They were thankful and appreciative of course, but he didn't have to worry about suspicious rumors bubbling up around him and he didn't have to explain himself as often as he did in high school.
Or as often as he did during the King of Iron Fist Tournament…
Jamie still kept in contact with his friends from the tournament…and now, they were working with the Via de Angelus. Jamie was thrilled by that aspect…maybe now the VDA wouldn't give him so much crap about carrying on a social life and having friends help him on patrol.
So far, the VDA was excited by the new prospect…and had even wanted to hire his friends back in the 'states.
As Jamie walked down the docks, he reached a sleazy, biker bar…the flickering neon sign called to him in the darkness like some kind of sleazy, ghetto, urban siren. Jamie couldn't explain it…but his instincts were telling him that something was going to happen in this area.
And lately, his instincts hadn't been wrong.
Since the Ascending Angel Ritual, his credibility as a Nephilim soared. The ritual always called for the death of the Nephilim, as the Chosen One could not hold onto his perfect Angel Form for very long.
Essentially, when performing the ritual, the Nephilim's body acted as a sort of battery…and once it drained, you were gone…but somehow, someway, Jamie managed to survive the ordeal.
He wasn't exactly sure what happened…he thought that he had a dream where two angelic women were arguing over his body…but he couldn't be sure exactly…he awoke two days later in a Tokyo hospital (not Mishima General) and was attended to by the caring Julia.
Four days after awakening, Jamie felt well enough to go home…and then it was back to school. His brother was fine; his arm had healed enough so that he could continue on the World Destruction Tour. According to his last message he was in Germany, and had switched sides over to Bam Margera's team.
Bam was doing quite well actually; while in Tokyo, he had been arrested at the mall during Jamie's fight with Hwoarang for "lewd conduct". Officer Lei had taken him in. However, Jamie called in a few favors, and Bam was let loose three hours later.
Jamie had received a nice thank you card from April and Phil Margera (Bam's parents) when he got back to school (April Margera was like a surrogate mother to Jamie…and had been since he was fourteen…despite the fact that he had been on Bam's reality show, he could never prank April or Phil…he would feel bad about it).
At anyrate, once Jamie returned to school he began to notice a change in his stamina and strength…it was subtle at first…but he began to realize that he had begun slightly faster and stronger then ever before…he was like two and a half Nephilim rolled into one!
He found that he could take pain a lot better and he could dish it out with a lot more ferocity.
If the demons and forces of darkness weren't scared of him before…then they were now…
Jamie waited for several moments in front of the bar…this place was so sleazy that calling it a dive would be an insult to all dives everywhere.
And yet…there didn't seem to be a scuffle.
Jamie frowned. His instincts could have been wrong…but they never were…so what was up?
Suddenly, a muffled laugh came out from the back corners of the alley. Something was going on back there…in a place where things let out small giggles weighed down with sinister intent and gleeful perversity. It was amazing all the evil a laugh could contain.
Jamie ran the length of the alley and found himself face to face with a single, solitary vampire. He held a woman in his deadly embrace. She looked forty and had absolutely no business wearing the Aerosmith t-shirt and cut off denim jeans…and she was more than likely, judging by her pallor…dead.
The vampire grinned lecherously at Jamie (mouth smeared with blood) and dropped the body. It landed with a sickening thump on the ground. The vamp had short, spiky hair, and wore all black. Perhaps the thing that stood out the most was his black, leather trench coat.
He reminded Jamie of Neo from the move The Matrix…and had it been any other circumstance, he probably would have made a crass comment about the creature of the night's wardrobe choices.
"So, this is the Nephilim huh? I almost didn't recognize you with your," He gushed in a mock, gay voice. "Shiny, flaxen locks."
"What the hell?" Jamie asked.
Jamie didn't have time to think about the comment, and he wasn't about to let the vamp know that he was somewhat unnerved by it. The Nephilim leapt through the air and landed a high jump kick to the creature's face. Naturally, he stumbled backwards…but didn't grimace in pain like he thought he would.
Instead, the creature grabbed Jamie, and took advantage of the fact that he was temporarily off balance. The vampire flung Jamie into the dumpster, and fireworks exploded behind the Nephilim's eyes.
The vampire was fast…way too fast for Jamie…even with his heightened powers. He grabbed at the stunned warrior, and pulled at his hair…a sound, not unlike Velcro ripping assaulted Jamie's ears. Some of his hair gave way, and he could feel his scalp bleed. He hauled Jamie backward to expose his throat.
Jamie desperately tried another move…and slammed his head up into the vampire's face, splintering his nose, and causing him to stagger backward.
"What, are you kidding? You go up against me, you go for the kill, moron. That Nosferatu intimidation crap doesn't work on me!"
Even as he spoke he moved in, fists flying. The vampire tried to defend himself but it wasn't going to happen. Jamie had the upper hand and he wasn't going to give it up. Jamie landed, a punishing side kick, and his heightening hearing heard the sound of ribs splintering. Jamie unsheathed his incredibly sharp wakazashi (not the same one he borrowed in Tokyo…this was his own…it's make was similar to that of Go Go Yubari's from the movie Kill Bill, minus the dangly key chains on the hilt…instead, his was anointed with Holy Water)
Jamie pressed the dagger firmly against the vampire's neck…and unleashed a litany of statements.
"I don't like you. I don't like the fact that you're so quiet. I don't like the fact that you say you know me. I don't like the fact that someone has apparently embellished the vampire formula here. I want answers. You can tell me what I want to know now and die easily, or I'll tie you to the roof of one of those concrete bunkers buck naked and let the sun come up and torch you inch by inch."
The vampire flinched, as Jamie pressed the dagger closer against its skin.
"You may've won the battle Nephilim! But the war is coming! Soon Devil will come, kill you, and slaughter all of those whom you love! Mark my words it will be a glor-"
Jamie chopped the vampire's head off then and there.
"Never a big fan of long, drawn out conversations."
The corpse of the vamp's victim was sprawled against the back of the club. Her Aerosmith shirt rucked up under her arms. Jamie knew she was dead but he knelt down beside her and felt for a pulse. He couldn't walk away without checking. But there was nothing…of course.
Jamie sighed, shook his head, and walked away. Earlier he had been cold, but now he was too warm, so he unzipped his hoodie and tied it around his waist. He wore a simple tank top underneath the hoodie, and the breeze felt refreshing on his exposed arms.
The salt air felt good…invigorating…and yet, Jamie couldn't help but feel somewhat unnerved by the vampire's cryptic comment.
Soon Devil will come and kill everyone he loved? How could that be? Devil was gone, and had been for over a month now…he couldn't come back…there was no way…and yet…and yet…Jamie couldn't help but feel that this wasn't the end…that this was only the beginning…the beginning of a war…and that soon, he would be engaged in a true battle of Angels and Demons…
Author's Note: Whew…so…whattya think? Was it good? It's hard to believe that this is my last chappie…this story took up two months of my life…I only really started it though because I was bored…I'm so glad that a lot of people enjoyed it…this was my first fan fic so I hope it was good…anyway, I'm actually thinking of writing a prequel…or a sequel…tell me which one is more interesting. The prequel would cover Patrick Horton's ordeal in the Tekken tournaments…but a sequel would feature Jamie again. Either way, I'm gonna write both, but which one should I write first? I'm kinda leaning towards a prequel but...Please let me know via some reviews! Anyway, much love to everyone who took the time to review my story and place me on their fav. List's! Shadowsin, Chlover Goddess, Element6, krappkarmin, skipster chic, karisan-karisan, skittle extreme, frump slayer 350, a-block, shadowsonic137, hunterZ, lady eliwen…and all others…thanks so much for your love and support! ONCE AGAIN, PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHICH STORY YOU WOULD ENJOY NEXT! READ AND REVIEW!