DARK SHADOWS

 

DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN POKEMON, ANY OF THE CHARACTERS.

 

FROM THE AUTHOR: I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN FASCINATED WITH ACTION, CARS, GUNS, AND SEXY GIRLS WHO CAN USE THEM ALL TO KICK BUTT. AND SINCE I SAW THE FILM UNDEROWLRD, I HAVE HAD A DYING FASCINATION OF VAMPIRES. THAT’S WHY I HAVE DECIDED TO WRITE THIS FIC ABOUT VAMPIRES AND POKEMON. ALSO, I WOULD LIKE TO GIVE A SHOUT OUT TO CROW SKYWALKER FOR WRITING CREATURES OF THE NIGHT, WHICH WAS A HUGE INSPIRATION. AND PLEASE, FORGIVE ME IF THE BEGINNING SOUNDS LIKE THE OPENING OF UNDEROWLR.D I TRIED MAKING IT UNIQUE, ON ACCOUNT OF IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH UNDERWORLD.  

 

What is the night, but evil’s cover?”

-Shelby GT500

 

PROLOGUE

 

It was a dark and stormy night. The rain fell hard to the ground like tears from a young girl losing her best friend. Lightning danced across the sky and then the thunder rumbled the land. It was the storm of the century, but to those living in Lavender Town, it was a light drizzle.      Those who still dared to occupy the cold, dark, and now gothic city of Lavender Town remained indoors. The daylight was their time to run the city. No longer were the small night clubs for the night, but for the day, the only time when it was safe to walk the streets.

     It was a proven fact to all citizens and even passersby: darkness ruled Lavender Town. But why? Why was the night so dangerous? Why couldn’t the night be returned to the people and their wild escapades? Why could not one person ever sleep a good night’s sleep? That question, however, was simple. Gun shots. Screaming. Fighting. Run downs. The war.

     There was at least one person who knew the answer to this question. There was at least one person who knew why there was such devastation, fighting, death, and destruction during the night. There was at least one person who knew that sacrifice was everything...even a best friend if necessary. There was one person who knew, and that person was standing at the edge of the highest building in the city: Lavender Tower.

     “Who are you, really? What are you doing?” The voice was that of a tall and well built man. He stood as far away from the building as possible. Rain dripped off his jaw and nose and chin, even though he wore a long black cloak to shield him, his long black hair showed, and his hazel eyes. And through the rain, you could see he was crying in frustration-frustration and fear.

     He dared to ask such a daring question to the one person who knew all the answers.

     It appeared that this one person was about to jump and save them self the hardship of knowing such things. But instead, the person remained crouched down, gazing in a day dream state to the street below where few people dared to roam the streets.

     “I am a Death Dealer. For centuries out war with the Dark Clan has gone unseen by human eyes; battled deep in the darkness of the Underworld, but all that is about to change. The war grows ravenously. Soon, your world will be our battle ground. It is only a matter of time before Mortals are eliminated from the field and Turned. Only the Dark Clan and Vampire Clan will survive, but which one will dominate the world is all up to time.”

     “This isn’t your war! You aren’t a Vampire!” The man yelled.

     “There is no going back. I am now what I am. Like I said before all of this, ‘the human body is a host. Once something occupies it, it can never return to the way it was.’”

     “Please don’t do this. Come with me. I can be your daylight protector.” The man held out his hand and awaited the Vampire to accept his generous offer.

     But the Vampire showed no sign of acceptance. Just as a long black strand of hair fell to her pale cheek, she fingered it behind her ear and stood up.

     “Please.” The man said once more.

     “The war mustn’t be fought above the Underworld. All life will be destroyed. I must prevent it, at all costs.”

     “But you aren’t a Vampire. You may have the lust for blood, but you have nothing to do with this war.”

     “The Dark Clan will hunt both Mortals and Immortals just for the pride of the hunt. I can help to stop them.”

     “And if you fail?”

     “Then the world will be ravaged.”

     The Vampire cocked her head to the side for no reason. The man behind her jumped back and held on to the hard wall.

     “What?” he asked with great terror in his voice.

     “They are all ready breaching the Underworld. Dark Clan pack.”

     The Vampire stood up and whipped her long, dark blue, leather coat behind her long legs. From inside her coat, she pulls out two pistols and holds them up, just before twirling to the side and jumping off the Tower.

     The man runs to the ledge, forgetting about his sudden fear of heights. All is forgotten: the thunder, the lightning, the rain, everything but her and the War of the Dark Shadows.