DARK SHADOWS

 

CHAPTER V: BUREAUCRAT OR WARRIOR?

                                                                                                               

“Misty!” Ash Ketchum shot out of bed in the early hours of the morning. The sun had begun to rise over Lavender Town. Beams of light burst through the barred up windows. As for Ash, not being a Night Dweller, he took in the light as a sign of peace. The Night was over, as was the Watch.

    

“Misty!” he screamed again.

    

Hailen, at that time, opened the door and stepped inside. “Ash, calm down.”

    

“Misty! Where’s Misty?”

    

“You and I are the only people in the room.” She whispered softly, placing a hand over Ash’s cheek. “Just us.” She continued on.

 

At that time she placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and sat in the steel chair by his bed.

               

“You got pretty banged up last night.” She leaned in slowly and lowered her voice to a soft whisper. “Do you remember anything?”

    

He stared back at her blankly. Hailen thought he was thinking whereas he was examining her as he always did.

    

Hailen Fisker was everything to look at. She had brains and brawn. Her body was that of a supermodel. Her long blond hair, with few dirty blond streaks, cascaded down her shoulders and curved around her breasts. As for her face, the only description was beautiful; with the accent of a jewel piercing above the left side of her lip. And as for her body, she wore a white tank top that descended just passed her breasts and hugged her torso tight. On the shirt it read ‘BAD KITTY’. Black fingerless gloves were worn over her hands. And a bronze colored belt with moon and star charms held up a pair of black pants that stopped at her chrome accented black military boots.

    

“Ash? Are you okay?” she asked sweetly, touching his cheek gently once more.

    

At last he snapped out of his trance. The dirty thoughts of him and Hailen “together” were finally gone. All he was left with was her sitting in front of him.

    

“Ash? Can you hear me?”

    

“Yeah. Sorry, Hail.”

    

Hailen sighed softly. “You scared me.”

    

“How?”

    

“Well you just zoned out there. I thought you would have a concussion after being hit with that manhole-“

    

“Wha? What manhole?”

    

“You really don’t remember do you?” Ash shook his head. “Man, we got our asses raped last night by the Werewolves.” She continued with a chuckle.

    

“What happened?” Ash asked with noticeable fear in his voice. “Is Brock alright? What about Pikachu?”

    

“Both fine. Brock is resting in his room and Pikachu is being revived. But last night,” Hailen shook her head, “it was Hell on Earth. I couldn’t even begin to count how many Werewolves attacked. I believe that I saw more last night than I have ever seen in total.”

    

“How did you make it out alive?”

    

Hailen once more brought her voice down to a soft whisper like she was trying to keep what happened a secret. “There was a woman. She saved my ass. A Werewolf tried to pounce on me and it would have if she hadn’t intercepted it.” Hailen took a breath and looked at Ash shocked. “She was good Ash. Better than anyone associated with the Shadow Hunters. One woman took an uncountable amount of Werewolves out with two sais. Now the last time I checked killing more than three Werewolves in close hand-to-hand combat was impossible. But this woman, she kept on slashing through them. One after another they fell. Ash,” she cupped his hand in hers. “She wasn’t human.”

    

“What do you mean? What else could she be? When there is a full moon all humans with Werewolf blood Turn.”

    

“She wasn’t a Werewolf. I’m pretty sure she was behind this too.” Hailen reached behind her and pulled a folded note from her back pocket. She unfolded it and showed it to Ash.

    

He read it quickly, it wasn’t long anyway. But his eyes shot open when he saw who it was signed by.

    

“Night Walker? What’s that?”

    

“I don’t know. But we need to find out. We need her.”

    

And with that, she leaned in and kissed Ash gently on his lips. He kissed back, placing one of his hands behind her neck and one on her neck. This was new to both of them. Never had they shared a kiss.

 

**********

 

The Tower was quiet with only the sound of quiet assembly. Dozens of people, all pale, sat in a massive living area sipping back on alcoholic beverages...and blood. The furniture and styling of the room was classic Victorian, residing in dark shades of black and red.

    

But their conversations were soon brought to an abrupt hold. The twelve foot tall double doors to the Tower were kicked open and crashed against the walls, knocking pictures and shaking glass chandeliers that were bolted to the dark walls. And there standing with the illumination of the full moon behind her was the woman. She held her sais at her sides, her jacket was buttoned up and hugged the curves of her body, and her hair was loose behind her shoulders. And her eyes were that usual blue glow.

    

She walked causally through the living room, attracting all the glances from the members of the assembly. And they continued staring on until she was veiled behind the set of doors at the end of the area.

    

As the woman walked down the long, narrow corridor past the living area, she was met by another woman, Mercedes.

    

“Where have you been all night?” Mercedes asked worried.

    

“What’s it to you?” the woman replied harshly.

    

“What’s with the attitude? It’s never like you to act like this.”

    

“Yeah, well maybe I had a rough night.”

    

Mercedes sighed. “Why does all the shit happen to you? I mean first your friends and then the war growing at a massive level.”

    

The woman bit her bottom lip, revealing her fangs, something she didn’t do in most people’s presence. “Must you bring that up?”

    

“Sorry.”

    

With that, the woman began walking back down the hall. But just before she took the first turn she heard Mercedes cry out to her.

    

“Tristan wants to see you.”

    

The woman swiftly spun around and glared at Mercedes with her glowing blue eyes.

    

“You told him?”

    

“Forgive me, please, Misty. I had no intention to.”

    

Again, Misty continued down the hall. She sighed softly, “Like I had no intention of Tristan finding out.”

 

**********

 

“How could you do this to me?” Tristan stood up from behind his desk and slammed his fist on his desk, hoping it would make Misty jump. But she didn’t. She was too well trained.

    

“I didn’t do anything to you.” She replied cockily. “If anything I helped you. I helped this war. Because of me there are dozens of Lycans lying dead-“

    

“Exactly!” Tristan sounded even more furious. “You know the Code, Misty! Why don’t you ever follow it?”

    

“Because this war won’t end if we don’t do our share. The Mortals need out help-“

    

With that Tristan raised his hand and silenced Misty. “What have I always told you? Fuck Mortals. They give one contribution a century. We don’t need them.”

    

“How can you say that?” Misty inquired softly. “You, like me, used to be a Mortal!”

    

“But now I know how much pleasure there is in being immortal. I never have to worry about death-“

    

“Except by murder.” Misty added swiftly, making Tristan cock a brow.

    

“How were you able to leave the premises without being detected?”

    

“My training. That’s all I’ll say.”

    

“It seems your training is everything to you now. Too bad you didn’t have it back four years past. Maybe you could have saved your friends. Instead now you’re fucking with the Code to get back at the Lycans for stealing you from your friends.”

    

Now Misty slammed her fist on the desk and glared at Tristan. “First off, fuck the Code! It’s not like the fucking Lycans abide by it! And second, I couldn’t just leave the Lycans to kill the Mortals-“

    

“So you were protecting Mortals?”

    

“Damn right!”

    

“O-“

    

“It was my friends!”

    

Tristan stared back at Misty with wide eyes that said he couldn’t believe her.

    

Misty spoke through her gritted teeth. “You Turned me, saying that I could have the power to avenge them. I gave up my life with them by trusting you.”    

    

“They won’t be alive for much longer. Mortals fall like flies in Lavender Town.”

    

“Not any more. And what was I supposed to do about the attack? Either fuck my friends or fuck the Code! I chose the Code and because of that I slaughtered dozens of Lycans.”

    

“You interfered in a pack hunt!”

    

“No filthy Lycan dog is Turning my friends! It’s hard enough knowing they’re Mortals and I’m an Immortal. We’re different species now! And if they Turn my friends then we’ll be warring species too. Now I don’t give a damn what codes I have to break, how many Lycans I have to kill, or how many pack hunts I interfere with. No fucking over-sized dog is biting my friends!”

    

Misty whirled around and proceeded toward the door, only to be stopped by Tristan’s voice. “You’re not a Death Dealer. You’re eighteen, your training isn’t complete.”

    

She peered over her shoulder and smirked at Tristan. “You’re right. I’m not a Death Dealer.”

    

And then she was gone, leaving Tristan alone to go through the recent events. Never had he heard Misty talk with such attitude or disrespect against him. This couldn’t stand.

 

**********

 

Brock had finally awoken in his bed room. His head body wasn’t in any serious condition, but it still hurt. As he sat up he felt his head begin to spin as if he were experiencing a treacherous hang over of some sort. His arms ached and his ribs felt like they were piercing his organs.

    

“What happened last night?” he asked of himself out loud, though he knew full well there was no one in his room with him.

     He decided to get out of bed, realizing it being three in the afternoon. So with that he threw the covers off himself and set his feet on the hard wood floor. The cold wood floor sent a freezing sensation up his legs and tingled his spine.

    

“God damn, I need carpet.”

    

It wasn’t long before Brock left his room, dressed in camouflage jeans, and a brown t-shirts. His hair was still messy and he looked tired. As he walked down the hall toward Ash’s room his boots thudded with each step he took. It was the downside of military boots, anyone could hear you coming.

    

As he approached Ash’s room just down the hall he placed his ear to the door to hear if Ash was awake. He would probably still be sleeping after a night like the previous. Hearing nothing, he quietly opened the door and peaked in, but no Ash.

    

“Ash? You in here, buddy?”

    

“Excuse me, are you looking for Commander Ketchum?” asked a soft female voice.

    

Brock closed the door behind him and looked over the young dark haired woman wearing a red dress and a white doctor’s coat.

    

“Yes I am.” He said smiling.

    

“Well, he was taken to the urgent care.”

    

“What happened? I remember leaving him in his bed last night.”

    

“You did, but Miss Fisker ordered that he be placed in urgent care, in case anything should have gone wrong during the night. Plus, we decided to stitch him up to help his wound heal faster.”

    

“Hailen put him in urgent care?”

    

“That’s right. Would you like me to take you there?”

    

Brock looked down the hall back to his room. Only his room was down the hall. “Were you coming to brig me down?”

    

“Yes sir.”

    

“Hailen’s orders?”

    

“No sir. I just knew you didn’t know about the Commander’s status.”

 

 

It wasn’t long before Brock and doctor reached the urgent care. In the short time he had managed to find out her name, Amelia Trent, and he had managed to get a date with her-something that never happened with Brock.

    

He entered the room that was designated as Ash’s. It was a typical room too. Except for the fact that people never kissed in the medical rooms.

    

“Whoa!” Brock shouted caught off guard.

    

Immediately Hailen pulled herself off of Ash. The two looked at Brock shocked.

    

“What are you doing here, Brock?” Ash asked embarrassed.

    

“One of the doctors’s brought me here.” He replied smiling.

    

Ash noticed this. So did Hailen.

    

“Why are you smiling?” she asked.

    

“How do you always get the hot girls?”

    

“Brock!”

    

“Thank you Brock.” Hailen said high pitched.

    

“How do you get the hot girls, Ash? I mean you got them all the time on our journeys. And you had Misty; you were just too stupid to see it.”

    

“Who’s this Misty you guys are always talking about? I mean I have never seen what she looked like.”

    

Brock again began to smile at Ash, and then he began chuckling when Ash tried to cover up his uncontrollable blushing.

    

“Ash? Was she that cute?” Hailen asked, giggling at his rosy cheeks.

    

“When she turned fifteen.” Brock replied.

    

“So she was a late bloomer?”

    

“Oh yeah. Really scrawny, short orange hair tied in a side pony tail-“

    

“Side ponytail!”

    

“Yeah. But she got rid of it and let her hair finally grow. And when she turned fifteen she got her figure. She wasn’t scrawny anymore.”

    

“Do you have a picture of her? I’d love to see what Ash’s girlfriend looked like.”

    

“She wasn’t my girlfriend!” he retorted.

    

“Okay, sorry. Your crush.

    

Ash growled at that shot.

    

“Don’t worry Hailen, I’ll get you one later.”

    

“Thanks Broco.” With that she turned to Ash and looked into his eyes. “She sounds nice. Sorry you lost her.” She whispered softly. And then she kissed his forehead and left the room.

 

**********

 

It was nightfall once more. The full moon and the white stars sparkling in the open skies shined down over Lavender Town, giving it an unearthly beauty that could rarely be found these days.

    

Only a few people were enjoying the night sky. And those few people were either Immortals or the Shadow Stalkers. All other Mortals were locked behind there doors and hiding in their basements.

    

One of the people gazing up at the night sky was a beautiful woman, with pale skin, glowing blue eyes, and long black and orange hair that blew gently in the wind that caressed her cheeks and dried the soft tears that cascaded down her cheeks.

    

“Misty?”

    

She gave no answer. But instead she continued gazing up at the stars, and being perched on the black railing that were surrounding her quarter’s balcony.

    

“Misty? I’m sorry.”

    

Still she didn’t look. But it wasn’t like her to not be friendly to Mercedes, one of the only Vampires that understood her. It was because both shared the same invitation into the Vampire community. Both lost there friends to Werewolves and they were bound and determined to avenge their friends.

    

“I guess you want to be left alone.” And she took that as her leave.

    

“Wait.” Misty said softly. “Don’t go.”

    

“Please forgive me. I never meant to tell Tristan.”

    

“There’s nothing to forgive. You did nothing wrong.”

    

“But I did. Because of me Tristan is furious with you.”

    

“He always is.” Misty corrected. “Since the day I told him I wanted to be a Death Dealer.”

    

“Why is that?”

    

“Because he’s a bureaucrat not a warrior.”

 

Mercedes stepped forward and leaned up against the railing looking out over the right side of the balcony. “Forgive me for saying, but Tristan must have really been furious to make you like this.

    

“No. My friends are alive.”

    

“What?” Mercedes asked flabbergasted.

    

“They were the ones I saved; them and a woman.”

    

“But you can’t do anything to help them. Well, you shouldn’t. It’s against the Code.”

    

“Let me tell you the same thing I told Tristan. Fuck the Code. That’s not what upsets me. What upsets me is that I gave up my mortality to fight for them, to avenge them, with me being under the impression that they had been killed. Now, they’re fighting in the same war I am, though we’re on separate sides.”

    

“Mortals aren’t aware of our presence here. You are the only one who knows of us vampires.”

    

“Yes.” Misty acknowledged stoically. “And now I am one of you.”

    

“So now what are you going to do about your friends? The plan we Vampires have been waiting to execute for centuries is silence. We sweep in the night and take out both Lycans and Mortals and rule the world. Think about what Tristan will do if you ruin a plan that has taken centuries to plan.”

    

“The Mortals won’t find out. And as for the Lycans, they know we exist. They just don’t openly acknowledge our presence.”

    

Mercedes’ jaw dropped and her blue glowing orbs grew wide. “How do you know this?”

    

“Because when I attacked the first Lycan the others left the Mortals alone. Not one went for the Mortals. They wanted me either dead or captured.”

    

“Are you sure?”

    

“Positive. Now I just need to know why.”

    

“Why what?”

    

“Why they don’t hunt us like they do the Mortals. It makes no sense. I know damn well that they are fully aware of the Death Dealers’ presence in Lavender Town.”

    

“You should tell Tristan.”

    

“Fuck him. He wouldn’t do anything about it anyway. He lives by the Code. He’s no warrior. He’s a gutless dog, just like them.”

    

“Misty, you know I don’t favor Tristan, but you need to uphold some respect for him!” Mercedes beckoned, now facing Misty. Her black hair flapped over her face and her blue eyes shone through with an eerie presence.

    

“I’ve done my research on Tristan.”

    

“How so?”

    

“Please forgive me.” Misty said yet again stoically, looking finally away from the sky to her friend.

    

“For what?”

    

But she received no answer. Within the blink of an eye Misty had jumped well over one hundred feet in the air, over the trees, over the tower. Mercedes watched her small figure as it descended outside of the premises until it was blocked by the trees.

 

**********

 

Other than Misty, Ash was also looking up at the same full moon that illuminated Lavender Town. His short spiked hair wavered so little in the calm and cool breeze that swept over the Town, and he couldn’t help but smile as it brushed his face-the same breeze that brushed against Misty’s.

    

As he gazed up at the clear sky, with not more than two small clouds in the sky, he couldn’t help but think of Misty.

    

“There you are, Ash. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Hailen announced wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him. Then she looked out over the city and at the night sky. “It’s beautiful.”

    

“Yeah.” Ash replied with a soft whisper. “Misty would have loved to see this.”

     Hailen looked up at her team partner and one of her closest friends who now had a tear trickle down his cheeks.

    

“She loved nights like this. It would have been romantic to her.”

    

“Are you sure you didn’t have a thing for this girl.”

    

Ash stepped away from Hailen, allowing her arms to fall down to her sides. “She was my best friend, and she was taken from me by those animals. Misty was only fifteen. There were so many things she never got a chance to do.” Then, Ash pulled up his shirt a foot and pulled out two new pistols: dual two-tone, with nickel plated slides, Beretta M93Rs, with the ended barrel and extended grip.

    

“Ash. What are you going to do?” Hailen asked shocked and for some reason with...fear.

    

“Misty was taken from us four years ago this night.”

    

“Please no.”

    

“I’m going to kill as many Werewolves as I can. They’ll have to kill me to stop me.”

 

A/N: There’s the end of chapter 5. Please send me in reviews, I appreciate everything I get, even if they are flames. And good news for all of you, the next chapter is already up and so is the next. So enjoy the next chapters, which are so far definitely the best.