Darkstalkers are owned by Capcom. Nuff said. Knights of the Round are owned by myself since I developed the charecters. Ah! Megami-sama! is owned by Kosuke Fujishima. Sailor Moon is owned by Naoko Takeuchi. Happens right after the first episode of the dubbed Night Warriors when Felicia emerges into the human world and defends Lord Raptor. Overwrites most of the events containing her for quite some time. Soul Of Light by Shaun Garin She stumbled out into the street, weary and battered. Her chest heaved from exertion of the post battle and running away from more Darkstalker Hunters. She heard the shouts of angered mobs barely a street away. She gasped and leapt to the roof of a desterted building. She leapt to several other roofs, in an attempt to get away from the angry mobs. Suddenly, her foot snagged on a ledge and she screamed while plumeting down into the street. Her thoughts were in a turmoil. Perferably they could be translated as ‘Oh my god! I’m gonna be caught! Help!’ She closed her eyes for the impact...but found herself carried away in a pair of arms : a pair of HUMAN arms. “Hey!” she protested loudly, “what are you doing buster?” He didn’t reply as he set her down atop a church roof. She blushed furiously as he turned questioning brown eyes upon her form. “Rather cold in that?” he asked in a baritone voice. “What buisness of yours is it human?” she spat back. “Human?” he chuckled. “Now THERE’S a reference to my state I haven’t heard in quite some time. But for the record, yes, it is my buisness.” Felicia “Huumph”ed and crossed her arms under her chest. “So why save me human? You know I could take your soul any time.” “That I don’t deny. But I don’t think you would want to do that.” He grinned slightly. “Some higher deities wouldn’t like it if you did.” She blinked in confusion and sniffed. “You don’t smell like any human I’ve ever smelt. Even a Darkstalker has a different smell and you don’t match it.” A terrible thought crossed her mind, “are...are you a hunter?” He shook his head. “I have not hunted for demons for a long time. Ever since the last day a long time ago, I have not destroyed just because they are of a certian race. I am curious, what is your name?” “Felicia.” “I am called Sarryn Excalibur.” *** Felicia leaned her head on Sarryn’s shoulder, tired from the day. “You’re different from the humans Sarryn. You don’t fear us and have no grudge against us.” Sarryn smiled and nodded. “I know. You’re different also. You’re cute, teenaged, and curious. You’re a young girl with enough powers to level a town.” he smiled inwardly. He could level a city if he wanted to. And much more. “Mmmm. I like you Sarryn. You are one of the rare few humans who allowed a Darkstalker to get this close to him.” she cuddled up to his muscular form. Sarryn blushed slightly. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And beauty can spread to the heart. Do you want a place to stay? I... I can be very influencial.” She blinked slightly. “In a HUMAN hotel? You can do that? For a little Darkstalker like me?” “Why not? Come on, no one will bother you.” *** Heads were turned in shock as a human male wearing a set of blue and white clothes with a scantily clad girl with cat ears, walk into the hotel. Expressions of confusion turned to horror as they relalised that the girl was a Dark One. “DARK ONE!” A man yelled as he yanked out his sword. Various weapons were drawn with angry mob like fury. Felicia growled and bared her claws. She tenced and prepared to leap but Sarryn laid a hand on her shoulder. She looked around, eyes blazing. “What?!” she demanded. Her fury was quickly lost at the pleading look on Sarryn’s face. He shook his head as she lowered her claws. The first man was furious. “What are you doing?! She’s a dark one! She must die!” Felicia bristled as Sarryn pushed her behind his back. “She’s with me,” he rumbled darkly. “You can’t be serious Lord Excalibur! You are one of the most respected people in the world! We all trust your judgement!” another yelled. “And so you should. I see a good soul in her. Now, get a room for her.” The man behind the front desk nodded and handed Felicia a key. She accepted it and tipped a smile at the leering man. *** A soft knock at Sarryn’s door alerted him to a presence. He slipped on his robe and opened the door. Felicia stood there, clad in a nightgown and robe. “Can I come in?” she asked softly. “Sure.” She slipped in and sat down on the edge of the bed, sighing softly. He sat down beside her, looking at her face. “What’s on your mind?” “I don’t know. My thoughts are in a turmoil.” ‘What is this feeling? What the heck is this feeling?’ She felt herself develop a full body blush as she stared at him. “What about?” he asked. “Do you pity me?” Silence greeted her words as Sarryn thought, looking straight at the mirror at the wall. A sad reflection looked back at him and the cat girl. Felicia blinked several times. “Do...” she blushed red, “do you love me?” It was his turn to blush. “You could call it many things. But love is too strong for my condition. I have a condition that may make you...indiferent to me.” “I guess.” She sat, silent until she stood and took off her robe. She then slipped into the bed. Sarryn turned around in surprise. “What are you doing?” “I’m wary of an attack so we’ll sleep together.” She curled up in the still warm sheets. Sarryn shrugged and slipped in the other side, turning off the light. Next day... The pair strolled down the streets of the artifically lit city, Felicia drawing most of the mens stares and mostly nervous emotions. After all, it wasn’t everyday that one of the most influencial humans on this planet had a young female Dark One as a guest. Felicia was like a young girl in a candy store as her eyes dazzled at the rows of clothes, all ready to be tried on. She bounced from rack to rack, scooping up several dozen items as she waltzed into the dressing room. Sarryn grinned as she modeled all her clothes before the wealthy twenty year old man. *** A angry group of men sat around a table, conversing about the Dark One staying with Lord Excalibur. A bearded man with a long scar on his eye sat at the head of the table. “Lord Excalibur must be under some wicked Dark One spell. There’s no way he could tolerate that bitches presence!” Another man with a hawk-like expression on his face (as with his facial features), nodded his accent. “If Lord Excalibur is not going to do something about that infuriating cat girl, then we must destroy her.” A chorus of accents resounded around the table as many pulled weapons from their bodies and armed themselves with flamethrowers, guns, knives, crosses and other assorted impliments of death. The angry mob flooded into the streets. *** “Thanks for bringing me here,” Felicia was clad in a pair of pants and a longsleved yellow sweater. Her tail twitched and waved as she moved along the road, carrying a bag. Beside her, Sarryn carried a huge pile of boxes and assorted items. He laughed, “Thanks for being leniant on my wallet.” She laughed, a musical chime in the wind, “beware, there will be no mercy,” she mock threatened. “Yeah right.” Suddenly, the hairs on his neck rised as a angry group of villagers stormed into the street, holding several dozen weapons of pain. Sarryn narrowed his eyes. “What are you doing?” he demanded. “Stand aside Lord Excalibur! She is a Dark One and we must destroy her!” “Over my dead body,” he growled. The bearded man walked up to the front of the mob brandishing a double edged sword. “This doesn’t concern you Excalibur. If you don’t move, you might get killed too.” “Then I die with honor.” He shifted into a martial arts stance. “Then so be it,” the bearded man snapped his fingers and the mob charged. In two minutes, everyone was laying in pain as Sarryn towered over the masses, cracking his knuckles. “You surprise me Excalibur, I never knew you could defeat people without weapons,” he hefted his weapons, “but you’re defending the Dark One, so you have to die.” *** A lone man snuck up behind Felicia, holding a wickedly curved knife. He lunged and grabbed her hands and held the knife to her neck. “Don’t move Dark One or you will be destroyed.” He snickered, “but we want that to happen, don’t we?” *** “I can’t belive you would stoop so low to get her out of the way,” Sarryn growled fiercely. His hands clenched and unclenched with barely contained fury. “she doesn’t have to die.” “Au contrare sir,” the bearded man said while shoving him out of his path. He came up and inspected Felicia’s face while holding her chin. He rolled her head from side to side as if inspecting a side of beef. “she is a pretty Dark One. But evil enough to be destroyed.” he raised his sword to thrust it into her chest. “NOOOOOOOOOO!” Sarryn burst with a white light. The light intencified as his body was changed. His clothes formed into a white set of armor and clothing. His hair lengthened to a long silver ponytail. From his back, long feathery wings burst with a gleam of silver light. His arms formed crystal bracers and on his middle a crystal belt formed with a flash of light. Power streams coursed through his body and a fancy hilt with a ruby crystal appeared in front of himself. He grasped it and the blade formed with a shimmering wavy blade of silver energy. He settled down on his feet and took a stance. The grouped men gasped as the shimmering teenaged man settled down on the ground with a glowing sword narrowed his eyes, his wings wrapping around his form. The bearded man did the most predictable thing possible. “DARK ONE!” he screamed in terror. Sarryn glared at him. “Do I LOOK like a Darkstalker?!” Felicia gasped and winced from the bright energy. She stumbled and shuddered from the pure energy. “Augh! Please, stop!” Sarryn nodded and dimminished the white glow. “I am Sarryn, leader of the Knights of the Round, under the orders of God himself. You are not to hurt her!” With that, he blasted the bearded man away into a pile of trash with a burst of white light. He then hurried over to Felicia and helped her to her feet. But now, she seemed to cower at his presence. Felicia was scared. Even more so that she now knew the true nature of this man. He was practically an angel. “Gomen nasai. I didn’t know about you.” “Forgiven. I knew I couldn’t hide it from you forever. I appologize, I didn’t want to hide my...angelic qualities from you for so long.” Felicia shakely took his hand and allowed herself to be pulled up to her feet. She winced as he held her shoulder in a protective hug. Sarryn knew something was wrong. “What’s the matter?” he asked. She trembled like a leaf in the wind. “You’re an angel. I can’t believe you, you idiot! What were you thinking, letting a Darkstalker get too close to you?!” with that she tried to slap him. He grasped her hand in a tight grip. “Because I care for you.” he hugged her close, wrapping his gossimer wings around her sleek form. He held her as he felt the tears fall down her cheeks. Felicia felt like she was melting inside. Her whole being felt warm as her heart warmed up inside her chest as she melted into his arms. The scent of his silver hair wrapped around her sences like a warm blanket. She cried tears of both joy and fear while being held by the angel. *** Felicia entered the room, ablit nervous since she never been in a church before. The reason being that she was a Darkstalker and he...well he was practically an angel. He stood in the middle of the barren church and clasped his hands together. With a burst of wind, he flapped his wings and hovered over the floor. Felicia stared at him as he started to emmit the faintest white glow. He lowered his head and started to pray in a barely audible voice. God above, help me and those who I care about. Life is too precious to destroy. I ask for guidence for the life above and below. Help us to be strong. Please send someone to guide our life and bring happiness. Bring us home. Amen. He settled back down on the floor. With a flare of light, the whole room was bathed in a soft white glow as three women appeared. The first one was a sandy haired girl with three markings on her face, a thin diamond, and two triangles under the eyes. She wore clothes which made her look like a angel as well with wings. The second was older, considerably more buxom, with platinum hair and a blue buisness like suit with tiger striped cleavage, armlets, and a collar. Her face had a sapphire triangle with two more triangles under her eyes. The last was considerably younger with ebony hair and a large hammer strapped to her back. Her clothing was reminesant of a lab coat and a red dress under it. She had a large rounded triangle on her forehead and two other triangles under her eyes. “Belldandy. Urd. Skuld,” he greeted each one in succession. “good of you to come.” Felicia stared at the newcomers, feelings of extreme dread welling up in her body. “Who are they Sarryn?” “Meet the Goddesses of the Past, Present and Future. They have come to help with our little... problem.” Sarryn blushed slightly. Felicia felt herself grow red. ‘What is this feeling?’ Belldandy sighed slightly in exasperation. “Sarryn you have really done it this time.” “Yeah,” Urd chorused, “the Yggdrasil is getting frustrated from processing the mixture of Dark and Holy power you’re emmitting this time.” she glared slightly at the cat girl while at the same time, smiling. Skuld typed a command into the minicomputer she carried. “You know, you two are in for it if Father decides to cut off your relationship.” “HEY! Can I help it if I’m in love?!” Suddenly, he felt Felicia’s eyes bore down on him. He turned around, ready to face her wrath. But instead, he felt compassion in her eyes. “You really feel that way about me?” she asked softly. “Um...yeah.” “Well...Wo an ni!” she glomped him, kissing him furiously. Urd stared as with Skuld. Belldandy only smiled and clasped her hands together. “Its only proper to send them somewhere safe.” Epilogue Crystal Tokyo. A group of fuku clad women watched the romantic scene unfold before them as a pair of people, one a gossimer winged man and a cat eared woman kissed atop the hill. Venus wiped a tear from her eye as she wrapped a loving arm around Ryoga. Mars leaned her head against Kurama. Ami cuddled with Glenn, Jupiter smiled and kissed David. Hotaru leaned against Ranma and Setsuna stood off to the side, Mousse standing next to her. “A love that was meant to happen,” Setsuna said while shifting her stance to match Mousse’s. “As with everything, even a Darkstalker like her needs someone,” Hotaru nodded. “And life goes on with everything in the world.” The sun set in another day in the Chronicles of the Holy Sword Saga.