Author's notes: In this story D is a Dhampir, not a Dunpel as in the movies, that was a mistranslation on the part of the writers for the Bloodlust movie, and will not occur in this story save as an insult.

Disclaimer-I do not own Vampire hunter D, this character and whole concept is owned by Hideyuki Kikuchi, nor do I make any money off of this, if I did there would be more than just two movies, and last but not least the movie Bloodlust, the VHD books, and manga are also not mine, it belongs to someone else. In short I don't own anything at all, let's leave it at that.

Key-

"Spoken words"

'Thoughts'

Chapter One: Beautiful

The distant future...

It is the year 12,090; after the leaders of the world took aim at one another; the human race was all but destroyed; with no one to lead them and no defense against the creatures that were thought to be a part of myths and folktales, mankind became livestock to their new rulers, forced to live in conditions not seen since the middle ages. Without any challengers, the Vampires rule the earth in what seemed to be an everlasting night. However, as all things must, their reign of fear came to an end. Their numbers slowly dwindling, as those they once preyed upon took arms. With huge bounties on their former masters' heads and the heads of their servants, many mortals have taken up their weapons to hunt their hunters. However, only those with the skill, the intelligence, the strength of body and spirit, and without fear of those who governed them, can become the most elite class of hunters, the Vampire Hunters. Of this class, there is one hunter that is unlike any other, he is a dhampir; a half human half vampire, at war with himself, feared by all, tortured, and alone, he is Vampire Hunter D…

The Moon, up close it does not appear to be all that impressive, little more than a dusty rock stuck in orbit around the earth, and directing the tides. However, from the earth the beauty of the cold risen full moon knows few challengers, its pale light passing through the night, to create mystery and danger within the shadows. Its silvery light revealing an ancient structure of a noble's castle, jutting up like a knife stabbed in the earth, the old building once majestic, now long fall in disrepair. The ancient keep casting a shadow over the fields covered with simple wooden, solid stone and artful metal crosses, not unlike a grave yard in ages past.

The moon's light cast everything into dark silhouettes as its face gazes farther into a small human settlement. Standing alone in the shadow of the noble castle, the moon light reveals to all that every home and every building to has at least one cross on its roof, as if to ward of the evils the night brings.

The settlement, reminiscent of England during the 1800s is silent, its residents lost in their dreams. However, for some, their dreams slowly became colder and dark, becoming nightmares as a powerful presence approached. Through the faint mist covering the city streets like a gentle blanket, the sound of a dog snarling can be heard as the homeless mongrel slowly pokes its head out of a metal grate, to glare down the street, toward the intruders who would dare enter its domain. Even as it stares, the mutt listens intently as it hears a faint whirling sound, and continues to watch as the many structures the human's placed in the street to protect them from the night, that surround the street breaking and twisting, bent by some unseen force.

The animal paused in its growling as a sudden chill swept across the avenue, as many of the living plants it used to mark its territory, rapidly crumbling as if struck with a sudden frost. The dog stopped making a sound as it sensed a presence as dark as the night itself, getting closer…too close. With a near silent whimper the animal quickly slinks back where it came. As two pale lights quickly race up the street. If anyone was awake, they would have just watched in silence as a team of six pure black cyber-horses with gleaming red eyes, pulling a gold and black lacquered carriage flew up the street, turning the water pouring from a stone fountain into solid icy streams as it pasted. Despite all that is taking place, the townsfolk remain in their beds, their dreams although strange lets their sleep continue undisturbed, as the carriage pulls in front of a richly appointed mansion.

Inside the dark and silent home amid the many rooms, filled with family and servants, one girl lays awake despite the late hour. She stared across her bedroom into the darkness cast by the moon light with large unblinking eyes. The girl is indeed a lovely creature by any standard, with pale skin, brown eyes flecked with gold and long wavy brown hair that if she were to stand would reach passed her waist. She is in a word beautiful, and has an easily seen gentle spirit. Her still form makes no move as the window to her bedroom slowly turns, unlatching itself, and gently opens a crack, allowing the darkness from outside to enter. She does nothing but stay still as the blood red roses beside the window wither and dry, she quivers as the mirror above her vanity cracks with a sharp snap, still she does not move save to curl her hands into a fist. However, as her window is thrown open with a burst of cold wind and mist, her past stillness is forgotten, as she sits up and turns with a gasp.

Looking through the mist and whirlwind of rose petals, there outside of her window dark figure hanging like a creature of the night, with a snap, massive wings open, and the dark shape enters her room. With a flash of red the girl passes out and the intruder picks her up, cradling its prize to its chest, as the source of darkness turns to leave it pause briefly in front of the cracked mirror to look at the figure of the young girl wearing a white sleeping gown, she appears to be held by nothing but air. What thoughts go through this creature's mind as it gazes at the mirror? However, whatever its thoughts were, they did not show them- the intruder turns and leaps out the window without a word, disappearing into the night with only the moon and a skinny dog as witnesses, as the bedroom door opens and a male voice cries out into the night.

"Charlotte!"

Author's notes- don't kill me just yet; this is my first time ever writing a fan fiction so be nice. This is basically my interpretation of the Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust movie, along with my interpretations of the Manga and the book: Demon Death Chase, tell me if you like it or if I messed up somewhere. –Silemara

P.S. Flamers are welcome to give me helpful hints on how to improve my story, however if you are one of those people who say that 'so and so story sucks', then I will use you review to make a paper Mache piñata so I can beat it with a stick, whilst envisioning you.