Vampire Hunter (Darkstalkers) Fan Fiction ❯ Angel Of The Night ❯ Into The Shadows ( Chapter 2 )

Angel of the Night

A DarkStalkers FanFic

By Dr. Yorkazemzem

(Hello! The Good Doctor is back for one more round. Wow, one review in one day, that's the best I've ever done! Well, just because of that, here's chapter two! In this chapter you get to really see Morrigan's succubus side come out. Oh, Yeah!)

Matt: Wonderful!

Matt had a wonderful night! Morrigan was…. Indescribable. Her beauty, her mind, everything seemed perfect for Him. Matt was in his room unpacking his suitcase. You see he had just got back from a trip to Paris. He and a friend went to try out some wine. No joke! It started out as a joke. He wasn't serious about it. But, to his surprise he was in Paris the next day. He went to the racetrack to avoid his father. Matt's Father always went to bed at 7:00. It never understood why. Who knew that a ploy to avoid his father would result in him meeting his… Dare Matt say it? Dare he say it, and go against his own way of life? Yes, he would. Meeting his soul mate. Matt put on a smile as the butler knock on the door.

She let the tendencies take control. Morrigan let the human fall away and let the animal take over. That uncontrollable need for sex, that uncontrollable need for the hunt, that uncontrollable hunger! Yes, that was the worse. But that reason didn't matter now, all that matter was the need. Morrigan changed into her Succubus form and went looking for prey.

Old Jimmy was drowning in his own beer, and so he had for the past 10 years. Get another paycheck and blow it on a few beers. Then pass out in the streets. Yep, that was Jimmy's life. Old Jimmy was seating there in the street half past out when he saw a figure in the fog. A figure of a women, and beautiful woman. Morrigan walked up to her pray.

Morrigan: Hello.

Old Jimmy: H…Hello! Is there something you w…. want from me?

Morrigan: Oh, yes! (Grabs Jim's face and licks her lips)

Old Jimmy: Oh, I see! B…. But I ain't got any money.

Morrigan: I am not a whore, you idiot! I don't charge any thing for my thrills. (Grabs Jim's crouch)

Old Jimmy: Oh, My!

Now, Morrigan's animal totally took over. See started to swish her tough all around the inside of his mouth. Started to undo his belt buckle. Then drugged him into a darker corner of the alley.

Old Jimmy: My dear God!

Morrigan: Yes!

A fire filled Morrigan's eyes. Any humanity, any feelings, and compassion were tore from her body. She was pure instinct. Morrigan ripped into Old Jimmy's neck with her teeth, ripping always at tissue and flesh. Blood dripped down Jim's body, over his shirt, down his half-removed pants and onto the hard, stone pavement. Then after Morrigan ripped away a large amount of skin and blood she sucked a blue form of air out of him. As she did, Jim's body shivered and shrunk. Until he was like a corpse. Then Morrigan took in a final breath of the blue air, and Jim's body crumbled into dust. All that was lift of him was an empty outfit, a pile of dust, and a pool of fresh blood. She wiped her mouth, and walked away, satisfied.

Matt awoke the next day in his bed, in his suit? How did that happen? Did it matter? Matt sat up and started to remember. His butler had come in to tell him that his father wanted to see him. Now, why his father was awake at this time, he couldn't guess. Matt's father was frighten that Matt was there two hours later then he was suppose to be. Matt didn't remember much else of the fight. Just that there was a fight. He must have been very tried after it and just past out. Matt got up, took a long shower, changed into a lighter wear, and went down stairs for breakfast. It was the usually, pancakes, eggs (sunny side up), hash brown and toast. With milk as the drink. Matt look over at his butler, Winston, who was eating as well.

Matt: What happen last night, Winston?

Winston: A horrible fight with you and your father.

Matt: I see. How's he now?

Winston: Right now his asleep. Do you wise me to wake him?

Matt: No. I deal with him when his awake.

Winston: Very well. Do you have any plans today?

Matt: Yes. I plan to do a searching tonight.

Winston: Searching? For what?

Matt: For a person.

Winston: A female?

Matt: Yes.

Winston: Does your father know?

Matt: No, and besides, she only a friend.

Winston: (Rolling his eyes) Of course she is. I've known you to long. There's not much you can hide from me. I can see it's someone special. (Finishes eating, picks up his plate and heads to the skink)

Matt: Okay, it is someone special. Just don't tell dad.

Winston: Why's that?

Matt: You know how uptight he is. He wouldn't approve of it. (Finishes eating and hands Winston his plate. Winston starts to wash dishes)

Winston: Good luck searching today.

Matt: Thank you.

Morrigan opened her eyes. Where was she? A room. Where? She never remembered much after she let the other take such control. She looks around and was sock. There was a dead body of a man on the floor. What had she done! She must've of killed him so she could have the room. She couldn't stay in the human world for much longer. If she let the other half take such control the humans would hunt her down and destroy her like the murderer she was.

Morrigan was cold. It was cold in the room, so she peeled the coat off of the dead man's back, and slipped it on. She walked out of the hotel like nothing had happen, and she did it as quickly as she could. Now she was on the streets, in the crowds. They couldn't get her here. She would just blend in. She was just another face in a crowd. She wasn't a monster, she wasn't a killer, she wasn't a demon, she was just another face in the crowd.

Then Morrigan's thought turned toward the young man she meant last night. He was very nice to her. It was nice to see some kindness here. She wanted to see him again. Her human mind wanted to see him again, and be in his company again. Her succubus mind wanted to have unholy, vicious, sex with him, then kill him and drain him of his life force. She couldn't do what either half wanted. She could never do what the other wanted. She hated being what she was. But you can't help what you are. You just are.

In the deep ration of the demon world, of Makai. A male figure sits in a floating castle. This male figure is an incubus. This male figure is Berriel, the incubus king of the Aensland clan. He had lost his daughter again. Morrigan was always running off. Berriel couldn't stand it. Lilith was so obedient, and Morrigan just…. Isn't. Nonetheless, she was his daughter, and he must look after her.

An old robed figure came up to the table that Berriel was sitting at. Corpse the Azarath, Berrial's royal adviser, and friend.

Corpse: What's troubling you, Sir?

Berrial: My daughter.

Corpse: Lilith's death, or Morrigan's disappearion?

Berrial: Both. What do you suggest I do, old friend?

Corpse: I suggest you send flower to Lilith's grave, (A dead rose appears in Corpse's hand) and send a search team out for Morrigan. (A milk carton with Morrigan's face and the word's "MISSING" appear in his hand)

Berrial: Why do you always know what to do?

Corpse: Oh, I wouldn't say I do. I just have good advice sometimes.

Berrial: And I thank you for all of it.

Corpse: Your welcome sir.

Corpse walked off and left Berrial alone. Berrial soon got up and walked down the stairs, passing the slow moving Corpse. Berrial walk down the stairs into the room of Elders. He knocked on the table to catch their attention.

Elder 1: What is it, sir Berrial?

Berrial: I want to send out a search team for Morrigan.

Elder 2: Wonderful idea, sir.

Berrial: Also, send roses to Lilith's grave.

Elder 3: Yes, sir.

Elder 1: Sir would you like the team to search both Makai and the human world?

Berrial: Yes. You can never tell where that girl might go. Always out on adventures.

Berrial walked out of the room. He walked through the twisting and widening hallways of the castle. His footsteps where the only thing Berrial could hear. It always added an eerie feeling to the hallways. Berrial walked on some more until he reached the very underbelly of the floating castle. It was a ledge. It had no banister to hold you back if you feel. Berrial didn't have to worry, like any incubus, he had wings. This was also the perfect place to jump if one wanted to have a flight. Yes that was what Berrial was going to do. He needs to clear his head. He jumped off the ledge and free-feel for a few minutes before he started to fly.

(I'd like to thank everyone who review my story. Those who lift there email address will be getting a friendly letter soon. So, do you like Berrial being added to the cast (If you have pics of Berrial send them to coolmax_zero@hotmail.com) do you think I went overboard with the whole Succubus thing? Is there any other question you might have? BTW A Azarath is a lower demon. It is shown as looking like a skeleton with horns, wings, and either wearing a large black hood or carrying a sword and wearing a crowd. There a demon of greed, just incase you wanted to know)