Things that is not mine: Darkstalkers are property of Capcom. Anya is the property of William W. Johnstone, from his book, Cat's Cradle, which was published by Zebra Books. Any music and food places are not mine, but, Im sure you knew that.
author's note: I was having writers block with A Cry In The Dark, so I decided to start anew story line. Hope you enjoy
The year is 2721. Many Changes has been made since the days of the 21st century. Dark Stalkers, have been discovered at the year of 2101. At first, they were feared, but after time passed, they became the norm. Restaurants have since been established for Dark Stalkers to come and eat, whether it be manufactured blood for vampires, or a cheeseburger for humans. Grocery stores have stocked things for them as well. In short, They have become part of the race. But, There will always be hatred as long as there is fear. As racist still lives for blacks, whites, hispanics, and all other color, Hatred for Dark Stalkers still live, fuelled be the same as the others. Complete ignorance, stupidity, and fear for things that are different. Technological advancements have been improved thanks to the work of both Dark Stalkers and Humans working together. One, is the invention of the Non-Polluting factories, and safer vehicles. Medical advancements have also improved. Cancer and Aids are a thing of the past, but not all plagues have been eradicated, such as the common cold, to radiation. All and all, things are looking up for both Dark Stalkers and Human peace. Crime is still a problem, as are drugs, but that will be common in all Kingdoms, and countries. This story starts in New York City, but will soon affect the world, if unchecked.
Soft pattering of feet, and hard pants can be heard in the street ally, darkened by the night. Behind the soft patter of the feet, are loud clatters of boots, and yells of hatred can be heard from behind. Felix was running for his life. The sixteen year-old Cat-Creature was about five foot six, and weighed about 154 lbs. His fur was all white, and all over his body, and he wore only a pair of black shorts that goes down below his knee's. He ran as fast as he could to get away from his current tormentors. His Feline abilities allowed him to keep away from them, but you could not do a lot, when there is many men after you. He jumped over some boxes and took a sharp left. He came to a dead end, but over head, was an emergency ladder. He quickly jumped high into the air, and snagged it. It was an easy 12 foot jump for Felix, but for his now angry human chasers, it was too high. He climbed it all the way to the roof, but if he would have took only a few seconds to look down, he would have noticed one of the men, talking onto his wrap-around walkie-talkies. Felix jumped onto the other Emergency ladder, and ran down to a safe enough distance to jump back to the wet ground, from that days rain. He ran to the left, laughing to himself as he was almost to his hiding spot. He didn't get to laugh soon. The next thing he remembered, a black night stick was coming at him from around a corner he was about to take. He is immediately taken down by others, he did not see in his foggy thoughts. He is dragged over to a nearby door, and is sat down in front of it, his hands getting tied together over his head, to the doorknob. "So what we gonna do with the brat?" asks one man. "Lets have some fun first. Teach others a lesson of what happens when you make a fool outta us" Said another. The group smiles as Felix watches with his scared emerald eyes, breathing hard from the fear that he is going to die. Some men took out some pipes, others electric knuckles, while others just decides to use there bare hands and boots. This goes on for only 4 minutes, but its enough for anyone person, to die from. The brutal attack is soon ended, when bats ascend from the air. "Whatthe hell?" one man shrieks "Where'd the bats come from.". All of Felix attackers looks around, fighting the bats in horror, and all of them noticed the figure of a woman, walks down the large, empty street, in there direction. When she is close enough for all of them to see, they see her greenish hair, going down to the small of her back, and her slender body. Her face looked as though she was a full adult woman, in her early thirties, but was still as beautiful as anything they have ever seen. She wore a silky greenish gown, that went down to her ankles. They notice her brown sandals. They almost mistaken her for human, if not for the large wings on her back, and the smaller ones on her head. She looks at them both, and then to the Young Cat-Creature.
"Beating on a child? Now now, you boys need to start playing nice, or mommy will just have to separate you.....from your heads that is." She says in a Scottish accent, before laughing at her own pun.
"Itsa damn stalker. Get the bitch" the tallest man in the group yells out. Everyone starts to advance close to her.
"I will not have anyone calling my wife such names, fool. I will have to teach you human parasites how to properly address a lady." a voice from the darkness says. Everyone looks wildly around, searching for the source of the voice. The woman laughs as if nothing is wrong. and says "Dear Demitri, why don't you come out of the shadows, and introduce yourself to these kids"
They tallest one spins, glaring at the female. He is obviously the leader of this group, and says to her "You call me a kid woman? I don't know who the hell you think you are, but now your a dead stalker." He pulls back his weapon, a baseball bat, and swings it at her. He expected to watch her fall to the ground, screaming. He expected her to pull back. He even expected her to at the least, flinch. She did none. instead, a powerful hand, was holding the bat just inches at the woman's head. She gives him a mocking look. The leader traces the hands to beside him, and sees him. Evil, red glowing eyes, looking into his. His fangs poking through his mouth. One of the men from behind him said it before he could even fumble the words. "Jesus Christ. It's a fucking vampire!".
Demitri yanks the baseball bat, out of the leaders hand, and tosses it behind him, with his left hand, his right reaching his throat and lifting him off the ground. At this point, everyone forgot about Felix. They didn't care anymore of their fun. They only wanted to get away as fast as they can. They were not equipped enough to handle this type of resistance to their Tyranny.
Demitri felt a warm hand on his shoulder. When he looked, he saw the eyes of his wife, and she said. "It would be unwise to kill him. Maybe back in the old days, but now is not."
"You would kill anyone who would even threaten your life. Why would you spare this human, who tried to kill you? It is unlike you, Morrigan." He replies.
"That is in our realm. This one has changed since we have last came about 700 years ago. I have told you these things."
Demitri reluctantly, set the leader back on the ground, who in return, ran as fast as he could. Morrigan walked over to where Felix was tied, and looked into his eyes for a moment. "You have her eyes, you know that?" she says softly. Felix could only look back at her, before falling into the abyss of his dreams, as he losses consciousness. Morrigan cuts him from his bonds, and slumps him over her shoulder. She turns and looks at her husband, who says. "Are you sure that he is one of the warriors who can defeat him? He seems so frail, and pitiful."
"You said that about Felicia too, remember. But she turned out to by much more then you or I expected." She stops and looks at Felix again. "I can sense it. His power is untapped, but he definitely has what it takes to become a Night Warrior, just like his ancestor."
Demitri looks at his wife, and moves behind her. He kisses her neck, then says. "For both this realms, and ours sake, I hope this is true." He wraps a hand around her waist, and summons fog around them. When the fog evaporates, the three of them are no longer there.
To long. Its been to long. Revenge. I must have my revenge on the world for trapping me down her. I will destroy them. My power is growing. Soon, no one will be able to stand up to my power. No one. Not Demitre. Not Jedak. Not even the Aensland family will be able to stand up to my power. I will raise from my cell, and destroy the human race, and enslave the Dark Stalkers. Everyone shall bow to me, and do as I say. I will take whatever I want. Have whoever I want as my personal slave. My power shall be the greatest of all powers, and any resistance, will only serve as my entertainment. This is the things to come. This is the prophecy. This is my rising. My prophecy. The rising of....annihilation.