Mika Jade Chance Nyte

[Mika Jade Nyte]

"Elijah, what did you do to me?"

Mika sat upon the top of the Statue of Liberty. It was pretty late, and Ellis Island had shut down, which was good. She wanted time to herself..something she was finding herself wanting more and more.

She had spent the last gods knew how many centuries trying to avoid thinking of her past. She rarely even touched up on that small bit of detail. Why? All it would do would put her in a foul mood, and people couldn't handle that Mika.

No, they liked the current one... the one who looked for fun and caused trouble. The one who never got depressed, the one who wasn't afraid to speak her mind, the one who rarely ever hesitated.

Okay, so there was the small drug addiction problem a few weeks ago. But seriously..who could remember a time she had ever been other than who she was now?

Not even Royce knew that part of her life. Royce was a hell of a lot younger than she was. As was Sora. Belle may remember bits and pieces, but the only others would've been her mother and father.

Both were gone. Were they dead? Who knew. Did Mika care? Well yeah..she cared about her dad. Her mom, however, had been an alcoholic more concerned with all the guys she was fucking. Mika was bitter over the fact that her mom left her dad and went running off with another guy. Then there was the fact that Mika had twin siblings out there somewhere. Supposedly one was the kid to one dad, and the other was her own dad's kid. How that happened? Who the hell knows.

Growing up she had been a mommy's girl. She idolized her mother, being that her own father wasn't about for awhile. But he had come back, and in doing so, doted his time on her. Starved for the affection, she was constantly running wild, without the discipline, enjoying when her daddy came to the rescue.

He had warned her against Jack. Jack had been a strange being..a mix of human and a Tom cat. She had been young, and innocent. Jack had, to his credit, ignored her attempts at her naive flirtations. Her father had tried standing between them, trying to control his daughter, but she was determined. She wanted him, in ways she didn't even understand at the time. And the fact that he suddenly became forbidden, well, that didn't help.

She didn't view Jack as the drunk alcoholic that everyone claimed he was. He was an enigma, a force that she wanted to reckon with. Eventually...slowly...she managed to break her way to him. Within a week of losing her viriginity, she moved in with him. She was, despite his constant warnings, falling in love with him.

Bliss didn't even last a month. Jack was constantly drunk, and would ignore her. Even worse, she could come home to finding the paraphenalia...the drugs. And then the women.

She hadn't been willing to give up though. She tried everything. Becoming a docile wife-type, even though they weren't married. She cleaned, she cooked, she pampered and she tried to ignore. That didn't work. She moved on to being the bitch, arguing, yelling, and even fighting. No matter what she tried, it never worked.

Then one day, Jack was gone. A single word on a piece of paper. Bye.

Mika fell into one hell of a depression after that. She withdrew into herself, and began to smoke and drink excessively. She became her mother, in a sense. No one took her seriously, they all whispered behind her back. She didn't care, so long as she got her next drink in.

And then Elijah had come. He had sweet talked her, woo'd her. He offered her things..to teach her how to use the angelic demonic blood in her system. He offered to show her magic, like her Aunt Belle could do. He had given her a cause to fall out of the depression, a motivation to step back into the world.

He also had tried to use her. At the time, she had still been rather naive towards a lot of life. Eli had taken that, and had went to manipulate her, forcing more of the evil out in her, suppressing the good. She had begun to hallucinate with the spells he placed on her. Her father had found her once huddled in a box, staring at nothing. When she had snapped out of it, she had been embarassed, and refused to answer him.

Elijah had continued to mess with her mind, twisting it, molding it. She had tried several times to get rid of him, but he always seemed to find her. But see, everyone has a breaking point. Eli had misjudged hers, and she had rebounded a particularly nasty spell right back at him.

What had happened to him after that, she never stuck about to find out. She fled. She left.

She was free. Taking up the Harley her father had given her, she had set off, travelling, thinking, planning. She began to mold herself, creating a fail-proof brick wall. She kept everyone out, only letting certain people in to a certain point. No one knew Mika Jade. No one.

That suited her fine. And when people did began to know her, it was out of fear she caused. Oh the men came and went. She used them just as easily as she had been once used. But that's where it ended. Most men who managed their way into her bed would find themselves dead...well others would find them dead anyway. She became a black widow of sorts, choosing her mates, then destroying them by any means necessary.

But things get boring after awhile. Languages learned, new skills perfected, all sorts of professions tested. There would be years of lounging, then years of killing. She was never satisfied to just sit ...never did she have an urge to call any place home.

Everything was temporary.

"Wait...yer not Elijah..who are you?"

She had been on a job with Sora, out in the deep recessess of Mongolia. Sora was about five miles away tracking one of the targets. Mika was on the trail of the other. She had never seen what had stuck her from behind, or who.

She had woken up in a perfectly sterile room, strapped down. She never had been weak, but she could tell something was keeping her sedated. Her vision blurred in and out. Sometimes there was a man with white hair standing over her, looking like a doctor, checking her vitals or adding something to the IV she was hooked up to. Othertimes she was alone for what felt like days...days where she screamed out for someone to let her out..where she wore herself trying to struggle out of the bindings holding her to the operation table.

How long she had been there, she never knew. Her memory was blurred from the point of the job up until she was released. Doctor Lyre. He finally let her up, guiding her to the nearest town, and telling her she was free to go and to make him proud. She didn't understand. Even though he explained to her that she was no longer what she once was..that she was now human again.

That had taken quite a bit of getting used to. She wasn't quite human...she was still faster and stronger than most. Her abilities took a few steps back, and within a few years she had retrained herself with her hinderances.

She had never really been the same, putting on that mask for people. People knew Mika to be one way, and that's the way Mika would remain. Live for the day...the hour..the minute.

Okay, so the drug addiction..the painkiller addiction..had been a setback. And perhaps she had let others in way too close, but she let them remain, ignoring the fact that loneliness was always threatening to overwhelm her.

But she was the same Mika everyone knew. The happy -go-lucky bitch. She refused to show any other side of herself. She refused to let herself weaken..refused to let her defenses down.

Even to Azrael.

Those browns stared out across the bay, as she continued to sit high up there on the Statue on Ellis Island.

America. The land of the free, the home of the brave. No where did it say the weak were welcomed, the depressed were honored.

Step two continued to battle on.

[Mika Jade Nyte]

"Damnit Mika. You're not safe here."

Mika stood at the small stove, doing her best not to roll her eyes as she flipped over the pancakes on the griddle. "An' yer over reactin' dad. Look..what's th' worst they can do ta me? I'm not afraid of ghosts."

Jaded Plantations...2,115 years into Mika's past..

Jaded Plantations was the name of the old slave plantations run by a Captain Ruark Tribuante. 32,000 square acres of land, or nearly fifty square miles, made it one of the largest plantations in the area. Tribuante was quite wealthy, enjoying to splurge his money on his entertainments, wild parties being held on a near nightly basis. Thousands of slaves were under his rules, being forced to work the many fields that kept Tribuante's place going strong.

Not only was Tribuante a selfish man to enjoy blowing his money on foolery, but he had a darker side to him. Torture, rape, and even cannibalism were the rumors outside the plantation. Within, it was fact. Nightly slaves were taken and misused, forced to copulate, or simply whipped until they died. Many were put into strange contraptions to see how long they could last; females were brought to Tribuante's bed; children of mixed blood were killed...then eaten.

Tribuante was very twisted. And as with the case of all monsters, the local residents and slaves finally could take no more. They charged in on the mansion, and slaughtered the Captain, slowly, using his own torture devices.

The plantation since had remaiend empty. Many have tried to move in, and many more have run off screaming with the fear of the poltergeists that roamed the place. None had stayed, no matter how cheap the land had become.

That is, until Mika came along.

No one warned her. She never figured out why the land had been sold so cheap. They seemed happy to get rid of it. Her first few night's there were uneventful.

It wasn't until Six days later that the twin girls popped out of nowhere. Mika couldn't see them, however. She didn't know they were there. All she knew was..plates began to float around, things being picked up, dishes were being done..and there was no one behind all the work.

[Mika Jade Nyte]

Jaded Plantations (con't)[/i]

Mika was pregnant at the time. Pregnant with twin girls. The father was a hated bastard. Elijah. Though she was with child through rape, she didn't loathe the children she carried at all. In fact, she was determined to give them a good life....a better life than she, herself, had come to know.

So when she had found out about Jaded Plantations, and came to visit the place, she fell in love and immediately set out to buy it. It came cheap, given its past history. She had wondered why such a huge place was so cheap, but she hadn't pressed her luck any. Her father, however, wasn't at all happy about it. He felt something strange, and he had seen the little ghost girls as they moved things around.

It wasn't that they got in the way. Oh not at all. In fact, if anything, they seemed to help with cleaning the small town hall that Mika had turned into a tavern. It had taken Mika by surprise at first, and a bit of trepidation, but soon she had grown used to the almost amusing antics she was allowed to witness.

"Little girls. Two of them. If they can move things, who is to say they won't do damage too? Besides, you need to be where someone can help when you give birth."

Her father had been worried, very worried. But Mika shrugged it off. "Dad..they're not causing trouble. They're helping. You should see some of the things I come into. Cleaned dishes, dusting, and hey, they've even made my bed fer me..an' as for me, I'll just summon Aunt Belle. Yanno she'll help."

It wasn't until her fifth month into her pregnancy, her third month there, that things began to grow weird. She had been going down the stairs, when it felt something pushed her from behind, sending her skidding down the stairs. Mika's hands shot in front of her, a blast of air shooting from her hands to stop her impending fall. Old spells and tricks she had been taught from Elijah and her Aunt Belle came immediately to mind. A good thing too, for a nasty fall like that could've really done some harm.

She had growled, and went to the chalk board she had set up to be able to talk to the girls.

"Katie! Sarah! Which one of you pushed me?" She had demanded.

Slowly, a piece of chalk rose up and began to screech over the board. It wasn't us.

Mika stared at the message a moment, then shook her head with a sigh. "Alright..then who was it?"

The bad man.

Something about that had sent a chill up her spine. Those soft browns narrowed as she looked around, waiting, tense...as if something was going to be thrown at her. Her father's words had come back at her. Something bad might happen.

"Okay..so where's he at now?"

Back to his home. He doesn't want you here. He doesn't want us being reborn through you.

Mika swallowed hard, reading that, her hands moving to rub at her swollen belly. Over the last couple of months after finally being able to speak to the girls through the board, they had asked to be able to transfer into the babies, who had yet to gain their own souls. Mika had fallen in love with the ghost girls, and had agreed. Seeing that message, really began to shake her up.

Over the next month, things became more and more unstable. Things would indeed fly out at her, or the sounds of heavy footsteps sounded along the halls. An erie feeling filled the tavern, a malicious feeling. Mika was stubborn though. She didn't want to leave the little girls, though they were almost always absent when the bad man was around.

The final straw came when she woke up, three knifes hovering over her stomach above her, dropped. She had sent a blast of air just in time to send them back. Now....now she was pissed.

Leaving the building with a growl, she headed over for the grand manor that stood in the middle of everything. She had yet to visit it, having decided to wait until the babies were born. But it was the last straw. Little pranks, malicious acts...nothing compared to the fact that her unborn babies, and her little ghost girls, had just been threatened with death.

The strange and angry feelings surrounded her the closer she got to the place. The gates blasted out as she approached, her own energy building with more and more intensity at the anger she had felt. Up the stairs on the porch, and to the door, which also blasted open.

She stepped into the foyer, those browns burning with hate. "TRIBUANTE! I have had ENOUGH! SHOW YER FUCKIN' SELF!"

A shadow did appear in front of her, of a lithe man, wearing a wide brimmed hat.

It was the last thing she remembered.

When she woke up, she was in her father's home, the family doctor looking over her.

Confused, Mika stared up at him, reading the sadness in those eyes. As her father stepped up next to him, he also looked devistated, and slowly Mika shook her head, her hands moving to her stomach.

It was flat. The babies, were gone.

[Mika Jade Nyte]

Elijah was back. That didn't sit well with her at all. Not in the least. She found herself more and more hanging closer to Az's loft, and she hated it. She hated feeling like this.

Then this past week dealing with Royce. And Kenji....the damn dog boy....as she calls him.

Between Eli and Royce, she was mentally drained down. She needed a break. She needed to refuel. So that's exactly what she went to do.

After sending Azrael a text that she was headed down towards Baltimore, she hopped on her bike, and sped off in that direction. What a better place to refuel? The clubs, the excitement of the harbor, the uniqueness of the people...it was a change. The fact that she even let Azrael know ahead of time...was curteousy. Afterall, she never really answered to anyone else before.

She lost herself in the club scene down there. She lost herself in the rhythmic swaying and the beat of the musics. She lost herself in the sounds of so many beating hearts. And later...she lost herself in the tastes of a particularly mouthy hood rat out in the deserted streets of Reisterstown Road.

And then, she lost herself to her own mixed up memories as she sat upon the dome of the Science Center's Planetarium, staring out towards the east, waiting for the last of twilight to fade and dawn to begin.

Jack. Elijah. And there was one other. Ironically..his name had been Azrael. Azrael DeMarius from Alenstad.

She had arrived in Alenstad just about as anti-social as Royce has always been. It was a whirwind of emotions, and she had remained closed off towards Azrael...but he had been patient, and soon had coaxed her from her shell. Things had actually been going good. Too good for her tastes, and after enjoying the brief spell of peace....she had run. She left him, simply over the fear of another betrayal. However, she had come back. She had turned back, and after a lot of emotion from both sides, had moved back in with him once more. He had given her everything, treated her like royalty. And she had fallen in love. She had almost married him.

Things, however, once again felt unsettling. She was restless, and soon had herself worked up once more. It was inevitable...she thought, and so once more, she left. She left everything behind. The bikes, the relationship, the royalty treatment. She had left, and never looked back. It had stung for a long time, for he had been one that hadn't betrayed her. She had become the betrayer.

From there she had remained to herself, learning what she could, where she could. She remained on the move, never satisfied with settling down. She used men, as they had used her. And she stumbled across a Gate way.

She went through it without a thought and again without turning back. She didn't care. Over the years, she had built up that It's about me attitude....and it truly was. She found herself in the early 19th century Earth, and unfortunately had to stash her bike. Not only was it disturbing to the people who didn't know the mechanics of it yet, but there really wasn't any gas to keep it running.

She lost herself in the intricacies of court in England for awhile, before heading out and finding herself more involved in the political corruptions rooted deeper in societies all over Europe. She became known as the Black Widow...taking on lovers then killing them off. She became a highly sought after asset for her talents.

Then of course, came the occurance with "Doctor Lyre"...which left her less than she had been.

This night out in Baltimore didn't do as much for her as she thought. As the sun began to touch the sky, she found herself back on her bike, pulling on her jacket as she covered her skin, the shades and the helmet shielding her face. Another text was sent to Azrael saying she was on her way back home.

Home. What a funny concept that had become. As she sped down the streets and then caught I-95 towards New York, she realized that's exactly what New York had become to her. But it wasn't the city, and she knew it. Cities all over the world were just the same. The people were the same, and the crimes were as well.

It was the fact that she had family there....friends there. Two hours later...half the time of the average motorist...she pulled off onto the ramp and crossed over Long Island, bypassing the toll bridge and set off down the streets.

She had feared betrayals and because of it had avoided any sort of meaningful relationships. She had killed off many men with her demented misplaced rages. She never had met anyone compatible with her....or anyone who could keep her tempered.

Az was a different breed altogether. She realized as she zoomed up the street towards his loft that she had met her match. And despite her fears, she felt oddly content around him.

Step Three.

[Mika Jade Nyte]

Time between the miscarriage and Alenstad = 100 years.

Within that century, she ran. She ran away from the memories, away from family, away from everything she knew. She had attitude, with style of course, and if anything, she was more like Royce than Royce was.

When she hit Alenstad, she met Azrael DeMarius. At first, it was nothing but fun and games. Seduce the unseducable. Try and give the guy some damn fashion sense. Try and make the guy have some fun. The harder she chipped at his had "good guy" exterior, the more he was able to get beneath her own skin.

Before she knew it, she had done what she had vowed never to do again. She fell in love. She fell fast. And it scared the shit out of her. At first, she tried to fight against those emotions. She wasn't going to fall for it damnit! But then..she was forced to admit it.

She found herself doing little stuff...like cleaning a house. He treated her with kindness and affection. She found more and more, she really couldn't bite back. She tried to find little things to get on him about, but then..that faded.

Finally, she did the only thing she knew how to do.

She ran.

She was gone for months, but instead of feeling better..instead of the feeling going away, she just started to feel worse. She felt lonely for the first time in over a century. She missed those kind thoughful words and actions. So she had turned back.

"Next time, I'll give you no quarter." Those were his words when he accepted her back. She worked hard too...to regain his trust, to recreate what once was. But things were more rough. They began to ease somewhat, and things were going good. Cooking, cleaning..being a little housewife type. That just wasn't her, and deep down she began to grow...bored? perhaps..restless definitely...and again panicked. Not so much about the whole love issue, though that was one of the reasons. But because....what if this was what her life would always be??

Things were too good. Always being a badgirl, she couldn't help feeling restless.

And so this time, she left the note, and again she left out.

This time, she didn't turn back. She didn't look back, and never again when heading down the next seven centuries did she ever turn back.

It was hard the first few years. She remained quite to herself..away from people, just wandering and searching her own soul.

Finally one day, she woke up with a brillian plan. She would turn off all those nasty painful feelings...and never again turn them on. Oh no, people would never see who she was, or what a pitifully depressing person she was. Instead, they'd only know her masks.

"It's all about havin' fun baby..." And it really was. Parties, sex without commitments, killing whomever pisses her off without regret. Only very few would ever hold a special place in her heart. Her daddy, naturally, for she had always been daddy's little girl. And Royce...Royce and her were more like twin sisters than cousins. Kerwyn was like a big brother type. But other than that, who did she really need?

Until she came to New York.....she hadn't needed a damn soul.