Chapter One: Abomination.
Author's Note: Alrighty, here is chappie one! Enjoy!
He sat in the darkness of the Mishima Labs…the only illumination came from the whitish glow of dozens of television sets. He had been watching the security tapes off and on for several months now…watching…studying…and waiting.
His name was Dr. Abel, and he had been inspecting these tapes for over three hours today…part of his daily rituals. His eyes remained still, unblinking, and he had seen these captions more times then he could count.
They all showed Jamie Parker…all of his fights from the Fifth King of Iron Fist Tournament. Dr. Abel, after all, was a scientist, and if he wanted to destroy the Nephilim, then he had to do it the only way he knew how…through rigorous and incredibly detailed study and analysis…scientific method really…
Looking at the tapes only made Abel angrier and angrier. After all, he was one of the most brilliant men in his field of study. He was one of the top bio chemists the world had ever known. So, how in the Hell could he and Devil's plans be foiled by some puissant, idiot, punk teenager!
Of course, Jamie Parker wasn't just any punk teenager…he was the Nephilim…a divine warrior sent to combat evil…and the fact that he had enlisted the help of the most prominent fighters in the tournament.
Jamie Parker wouldn't go down easily.
Perhaps Devil, and Abel's biggest flaw was underestimating the Nephilim (even though Abel hated to admit it). After all, three Nephilim have been involved in the King of Iron Fist Tournament, and all three had died? So, what in the Hell made Jamie Parker so different?
Baek Doo San was a crime lord…he looked threatening…Mark Baker, with his piercings and tattoos looked threatening…Patrick Horton, with his "piss off" attitude and "don't mess with me grimace" looked threatening…
Jamie Parker? Not so much!
He had ridiculously long, shoulder length, yellow hair, and looked like some kind of stoned skater half the time. At least the last three Nephilim that Abel had watched had some kind of physique to them! Jamie was slim…slender, built like a runner or a swimmer.
The Master was furious to say the least…but the sadistic doctor had been granted one more chance to destroy the Nephilim…and this time, it couldn't fail…not that it would; it was fool proof.
Dr. Abel finally turned away from the televisions and glanced over at the machine. It was a cylindrical, hollow tube used for transportation…transportation throughout the dimensions…and he was expecting a visitor very, very soon.
Dr. Abel turned back to the screens and watched the fight. It was the one against Craig Marduk…the fight was over, and Jamie had one. The Nephilim stared back at the sadistic doctor and smiled at him. He put his hands on his narrow hips and winked at the camera.
Dr. Abel clutched the arms of the chair tighter. At this moment, Jamie Parker was every handsome guy who picked on the scientist and made his adolescence a living Hell…Dr. Abel hated Jamie Parker more than words could say…and soon, he would take the utmost pleasure in watching that million dollar smile contort into an absolute grimace of pain and suffering…
Meanwhile, across the endless seas of time…space…and existence itself…in another dimension, just borne into being four months ago…The Abomination ponders…
He sat on the bed…still wearing the clothes from last night…black, silky, untucked, button down shirt…and a pair of equally black leather pants…they still carried the stains on them…the stains from last night's kill. Other then the shirt and the pants, he was naked underneath…and he loved it…it made his bare, cold, marble flesh sing.
He grinned seductively and stretched out on the black, silk sheets of his four post bed…much like a mighty lion does after it has become satiated from The Feast. He is the Hunter…and the world around him? The prey!
He could do whatever he liked now…whatever he wanted…and now, he had a whole eternity to do so! A whole eternity to discover his powers, and how to use them…it would be sweet.
He moaned in luxury, and lightly licked the tips of his fingers. As he did so, he chuckled softly remembering the kill from last night. It had been a young, supple, fifteen year old couple. They were frumpy goth kids who thought it'd be "cool" to make out over a graveyard…well, it had served the predator well enough.
However, the memories soon began to leave him…and he was left to wonder what to do with the rest of his time. It was 11:30 in the morning.
"Day time's no fun," He pouted like a little kid (he had quite a sexy pout).
He hopped out of bed, and turned to the tied up victim sitting in the chair. He had picked her up last night…her school girl uniform was tattered and ragged from the struggle she put up. A gag was placed on her mouth but her eyes were wide with terror, and dried tears stained her cheeks.
"Wanna make it better?" He asked as the fangs slid down.
She screamed through the gag.
"That's right, go ahead and scream…it's not worth it if you won't scream."
He grabbed her hair, and titled to expose her neck...but suddenly, he was rudely interrupted by the door opening. It was another vampire named Ichiro…one of The Master's main body guards.
"The Master would like a word with you."
He growled, announcing his intentions to Ichiro.
"Now!" Ichiro stated.
Angrily, he flung the girl's head back and smoothed his rumpled clothing…after all; he needed to look presentable when seeing Devil in his perfect form. He would probably want to speak with him about the latest turn of events…the fact that an SOS had been sent to them from another dimension…a dimension where Devil had been defeated…and the good guys won.
They wanted him to help. All ready, The Master had granted him power…a lot more power than ever before. Devil had injected him with an exact replica of the Devil Gene. As a side effect, the vampire's once flaxen locks had turned raven's feather black. He did miss his blonde hair…but with his wide blue eyes, he thought that he made a sexy brunette.
And now…with his vampire powers…his old Nephilim powers…and his latest, Devil Gene powers…he was the mightest vampire to ever walk the face of the Earth…and he knew it.
"Fine," He said with a dark grin. "Tell The Master that the General of his Vampiric Division, Jamie Parker will be with him shortly."
Ichiro left, to let Jamie change…that's when he turned, and his fangs slid down again.
"That was very rude wasn't it darling?" He asked the frightened girl. "I know you're nervous because it's your first time… but don't worry…I promise that I'll be gentle…for the first five seconds anyway!" Jamie buried his fangs into her jugular…the girl's screams echoing throughout the facility.
Author's Note: Surprised huh? I know! So was I! Don't worry, you'll find out more about alternate dimension Jamie later! Oh, and sorry for the R rated commentary for a bit…please don't hate Jamie though! Remember, this is alternate dimension Jamie! Not the Jamie that we all know and love! I wanted to make alt. universive Jamie completely different from regular Jamie! Please Read and Review because I luvs me some reviews!