The moon was high in the night sky when he left his sanctuary. Dressed all in black with his dual katanas sheathed at his side, he had a mission to accomplish. He had been tracking this particular animal for the better part of the night. He knelt closer to the ground to get a more intense look at the tracks left behind. It wasn't long before there was a change in these tracks. They started off disjointed without rhyme nor reason. It was like the person was in some sort of agony. Not long after the disjointed steps ceased, these human tracks changed to that of an animal. This was a werewolf, a Jinrล.
The undercover of the canopy of trees in this forest had brought little solace to the Jinrล. The hunter was on his trail with a ferocious intensity that the instinct to survive mattered more than anything else. The galloping of the Jinrล as it ran from the hunter could be heard from miles around. The flight for freedom began.
As a long time member and trainer for the Maigo no Akuma, Nakahara Riku had killed many of these monsters. The one he wanted dead most of all was Himura Taka. That hatred ran deep through his body and soul. For now, this one he was tracking would have to do. Nakahara slowly stood to his feet. Digits aching for the upcoming slaughter, rested on the hilts of both weapons at his side. He could have used a pistol but he preferred using his katanas. There was something more satisfying when he killed a Jinrล using his katanas.
As he grew closer to his target, his eyes turned a pure onyx color. The veins near his eyes darkened. Nakahara had a secret. It was a powerful secret. It bore the reason why he hated Himura as much as he did. He could hear the rustling footsteps of the Jinrล as the beast attempted to flee from him. He used speed so fast that the human eye could not see him to cut the distance between them in half. The Jinrล knew it had been cornered. It roared loudly when the glint of the blade reflected the moonlight. With a speed that could not be matched, katanas etched in silver began to hack away madly at the beast until nothing was left but blood and fur. The screams of the dying filled the forest.
~*~
At the edge of the forest was a cabin that was not very rustic at all. It had all the modern conveniences available. This included a master bedroom that was fully air conditioned with a king-sized bed. The bed was covered in the finest silk money could buy. In the middle of this bed was the unconscious form of Jubilation Lee. All around her the decorations in the room were from the Meiji Era of Japan's history. Jubilee herself was dressed in a floral kimono that dated back to the Era as well.
An older looking Japanese woman who appeared to be in her mid 40s was dressed in a similar style kimono. She had been attending to the style of the Era. Ichiro Okada approached the doorway of the bedroom. “ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใฉใใงใใ๏ผ ็ๅญๆงใฏใใใใๆปใฃใฆใใใงใใใใ” [How is she? The Prince will be returning soon.]
The woman bowed to him. “ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅ
ๆฐใงใใ ๅฝผๅฅณใ้บป็พๅคซไบบใซใฉใใปใฉไผผใฆใใใใฏๆฌๅฝใซๆณจ็ฎใซๅคใใพใใ” [She is well. It is truly remarkable how much she resembles Lady Asami.] She gazed in admiration of the beautiful girl asleep on the bed.
Nakahara was finally standing in the doorway himself. He was lost in another place and another time. His mind drifted to another place far from here.
~*~
1884 Tokyo 
The day was finally here. He stood in excited anticipation of what was to come. He was dressed in the most elegant traditional robes attended to by servants who were preparing him for the greatest day of his life. Standing with him was an outsider to Japan but a known associate of his. The outsider was Kol Mikaelson. He'd been in Japan for the better part of 5 years studying with Okada Ichiro. Okada was the uncle of the boy standing here wearing the most regal robes. Nakahara Riku was getting married.
Mikaelson did observe Japanese traditional dress for this wedding. “Nakahara, lad you look fantastic!” Kol blurted out in English. The boy was all of 17 not unlike Mikaelson himself with a notable exception. Kol Mikaelson was a 900 year old vampire who had come to Japan to learn more about the arcane arts.
It was Nakahara's uncle who was a powerful sorcerer and respected for this proficiency by Emperor Meiji himself. After all, the Emperor had sought Okada's permission to take his younger sister as one of his concubines. It was permission that Okada-Sama heartily granted. Now here he and Mikaelson now stood in the presence of this handsome young man who was a son of the Emperor. The boy was beaming. He spoke in English to his Uncle's friend. It was Kol Mikaelson who taught this Imperial Prince how to speak English. “Thank..You.” He couldn't stop smiling.
There was a caravan bringing his bride to him. Konoe Asami was being brought to Tokyo to become the bride of this handsome prince. They had been permitted to see each other and allowed to marry without it all being arranged. The gentle spirit of Lady Asami and her classic beauty had won his heart without question. He couldn’t wait to marry her.
The happiness of the moment was drastically turned to sorrow. Screams came from outside the wedding venue. Kol knew the smell of blood and the cries of the dying when he heard it. Using his vampire speed he was outside in no time at all. Nakahara and Okada were quick to follow. The entire Bridal Party had been ruthlessly slaughtered. Nakahara had made his way through the bodies and the attendants who were trying to protect him. His heart was shattered when he saw his beloved laying there. He raced to her side to cradle her bloody and broken body in his lap. She was struggling to breathe but it was a losing battle. “็ก็ใใชใใงใใ ใใใๆใใไบบใใ ใใฃใจๅคงไธๅคซใ ใใ” [Don't push yourself my love. You're going to be alright.] Tears fell from his eyes.
She tried her best to smile again but she'd lost so much blood. There was a gaping wound in her abdomen that exposed part of her large intestine. It was a miracle she was even alive at all. Her pale lips moved slowly. Her body rattled in a way that he would never forget. He felt her stop moving. The light of life had left her soul. She was gone.
He cried out in utter despair. His happiness had been snatched away from him in such a vile manner! “ASAMI!!!” He cried in a loud voice sobbing. He had lost everything that truly mattered.
“็งใฎ็ๅญ๏ผ ใใใใใฃใใฎใฏๆฅๆๅ
ๅผใฎไธไบบใ ใฃใใ ็ซๆ้ทนใฏไบบ็ผใงใใ ๅฝผใฏใขใตใๅคซไบบใๆฎบใใพใใใ” [My Prince! It was one of the Himura Brothers who did this. Himura Taka is a werewolf. He killed Lady Asami] One of the guests to the wedding had witnessed this slaughter.
A werewolf? How was he supposed to kill a werewolf? Kol stepped up to squeeze his shoulder. “Don't worry Mate. I can help you have the power to kill this bloody bastard. Just trust me.” Nakahara nodded through tears. He cursed the day that Himura Taka was born.
~*~
Present DayHere he stood 140 years later. That was the day that the Prince became a vampire. He learned how to kill Jinrล of all shapes and sizes from Kol Mikaelson and Okada Ichiro. He left a bloody path behind him that wound up in Beverly Hills California when he saw
her for the first time. Jubilation Lee was the image of his beloved. She wanted nothing to do with him which angered him. He was even further infuriated when she fell in love with that DOG Himura.
He finally had her away from him. She would finally be his. He'd taken her all the way to Ouareau Forest Regional Park to be far enough away so that Himura and the X-Men would not be an issue. If the state police back in New York thought Himura had done something nefarious to Jubilee… oh well. If he was caged, then that made him easier to kill.
It was finally going to go his way after all these years. How could it not?
Everything was falling apart and he didn't understand why. Nakahara was racking his brain. He had her away from the mutt. His female servant Akiko was the great granddaughter of the female servant that Asami had all those years ago. Yet Jubilee didn't recognize her and still still didn't recognize him. He had not laid a hand on her except to place the nullifer around her neck so she couldn't use her mutant abilities to get away from him. Akiko had dressed Jubilee in that kimono. He had been the perfect gentleman in his eyes.
