This is my first fan fiction so please read and review as it will improve my writing skills.
I do not own Vampire Hunter D, Hideyuki Kikuchi does. This story is not for profit but enjoyment only.
All other characters and creatures and worlds ect, are my own original creations and hold no bearing on any created by Mr Kikuchi. Any similarities are coincidence only.
This is rated G for the time being but the rating will go up in later chapters. Action/Adventure
The End of Days.
A Vampire Hunter D Story
Chapter One
An Unexpected Encounter.
The sound of battle still rang loudly in his ears. He heard the scrapping of metal upon metal and the grating sound of shield striking shield. There were cries also, carried to him by the errant wind. Cries of pain, of triumph over a foe. All of this he could hear but his eyes saw nothing but a clear blue sky.
He was looking straight up, the lance in his chest pinning him to the earth. His faithful steed stood beside him, unwilling to leave its master's side. The sound of battle grew more and more faint until after a while he could hear nothing save for the wind that gently licked his face. He blinked a few times to clear his swimming vision only to realise that he was crying.
Time seemed to pass ever so slowly and the pain of the lance in his chest became a dull ache. He was dying. He probably couldn't have picked a more perfect place to do it. The meadow he lay in was lush and green with beautiful wild flowers filled with the scent of late spring. Yes. It was perfect here, so very, very perfect and he was so tired.
His eyes closed just as it began to rain. The Greater Leeming leaned over to shield its master's face from the rain. It was a sad scene. Such a sad scene in such a beautiful setting.
It was only a passing shower and was over before it even got started. The flowers bowed their heads under the heavy droplets and the long, green grass had a new lustre. The sunlight bounced off its surface like light reflecting on grass. The battle was far away now and there was no sign in the meadow that it had ever taken place. What was there was a strange thing in deed. It immediately stood apart from everything else. A ring of white light and through it could be seen quite plainly, a baron land muddy and bare. Here and there bodies lay as if hewn up from the wet earth by a great trowel. It was through here that the sound of battle came.
The ring began to close, slowly at first but then quickly as if it were being sown up. Eventually there was nothing of it left and the meadow was silent once more. What had it been? Who was this young man and this strange creature? Both looked out of place in this fragile setting. The creature for one looked like nothing the flowers and grass had ever seen before. It looked to all the world like a Dragon but a Dragon with the shape of a horse. It was large and fierce looking and on its large head two horns curled elegantly upwards. It was pitch black in colour and its coat had patches of scales here and there; mainly on its neck and broad back. Its tail was long and thick with what looked like serrated blades along its length and on the very tip. As for its legs, they were long and strong with muscular calves and splayed toes like a reptile. So very different. So unusual and yet beautiful at the same time.
The young man was also strange, or rather it was his attire that marked him out as different. He was dressed head to foot in a armour but not any ordinary armour. His armour was bronze in colour but intricately patterned with symbols. None of this the nature around him had ever observed before and they were connected to everything.
The grass stretched out many slender, green fingers and wrapped them around the armoured man. It was done gently, slowly. The soil had already tasted his blood and had found it strangely sweet. It wanted more of it. They wanted more of it.
The Greater Leeming watched the grass gradually cover over the corpse of its master and it hung its head in sadness. But then its keen ears picked up a faint sound. It lifted its head and looked to the far distance. Its thin red eyes were able to see further than any other creature because of its Dragon lineage. And so with its Dragon's sight it was easily able to see the figure in black riding towards it and its master at great speed.
Perhaps there was a chance the rider would stop and help its master?
The Greater Leeming leapt out in front of the rider causing the steed to rear up. But its rider did not wait to see what was the matter instead he; and it was a man, wheeled his steed back around. But the Greater Leeming was not about to let the man depart so easily, so callously. Not without helping its master first.
It dashed out in front of the steed again and this time bared its fangs. Its leap showed extraordinary agility and swiftness for such a large beast. This time however the rider drew his sword but the Greater Leeming was not afraid. Its master needed aid and there was no one else but this man who could help. But the man was obviously a fool. So the Greater Leeming appealed to the man's steed instead. The steed was strange and looked to be wearing armour but it did resemble a Lesser Leeming and that perhaps was all that mattered.
The rider gave the steed a swift kick but the creature remained where it was rooted to the spot. It had understood the Greater Leeming's plea. It turned its head of its own accord and began to trot towards the place where the young man lay. The Greater Leeming led the way and was somewhat amused at the rider who was still tugging on the reins to get the steed to stop.
The steed did stop but only when it had reached the spot that the Greater Leeming had indicated. The man had by now sheathed his sword and had gotten down off the steeds back.
The grass had shrunk back as the man approached and it did so as if in fear.
The Greater Leeming stood by and watched as the man knelt down and placed his left hand on his master's chest, close to the lance. When the man unsheathed his sword for a second time the Greater Leeming bristled and let out a feral growl that shook the ground beneath its feet. The man put up his hands as if to calm the beast and show it that he meant no harm. He then stood up and, gripping the lance with his right hand sliced off five feet of it. It was done quickly and swiftly. The man barely moved the lance at all.
He knelt down again and this time gripped the stump of the lance. Quicker than even the Greater Leeming could see, the man pulled out the lance from its master's chest. The spear point of the lance was long and thin, almost three foot in length and had embedded itself quite deeply in the earth. But by the way the man pulled it out it was if he were removing a splinter and not an armour piercing weapon.
The wound had gone straight through the armour and was bleeding profusely. It would have to be stopped if he was going to survive.
The Greater Leeming stamped a clawed foot on the ground to get the man's attention. When he looked up it mouthed at one of the saddle bags strapped to its back. It knew for a fact that there would be medicines in there that its master would need. But perhaps the man was too much of a fool to use them?
The man got to his feet and removed all of the saddle bags. The Greater Leeming watched his closely to make sure that he didn't steal anything.
The sun was slipping away and night was closing in on them steadily. The Greater Leeming could already hear the sounds of beasts nearby. The man would need to work quickly before the beasts picked up the scent of blood.