Hello everyone, well this is my first Vampire Hunter D fic so I hope you all enjoy it. I've never actually seen Vampiure Hunter D, I've only seen Vampire Hunter D Bloodlust so I'm sorry if I get anything off like I make D eat something and he's allergic to it or maybe some kind of weakness. I'm sorry :( Must see the first movie soon. I thought this up QUITE a while ago so it may seem Mary-Sue-ish, how sad. Please enjoy none the less, please review, and if anyone has any suggestions for the fic please send some. -Invader Nicole

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Hunter D/Bloodlust, I'm not really sure who owns it. But I do own Epiphany and Gwen.

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'Somewhere I Belong'

Chapter One: Fear of the Dark

By Invader Nicole

It was a quiet night in the calm and peaceful woods, the wind brushing through the trees was the only noise made. He was sitting on the highest branches in one of the trees'. He was contemplating about the past as usual. Should he really have let Meier go? For all he knew letting him and Charlotte leave to the City of the Night could've been a bad idea, couldn't it? If he had stopped them would it have changed anything? His thoughts were interrupted by the annoying voice of his left hand.

"Maybe you should have gone with them, D, you ARE a vampire after all." Left Hand interrupted D's thoughts with his own, it seemed he was listening in on the hunter's thoughts again. "I'm just saying if you went with them you probably wouldn't be so lonely, you could've found another Dunpeal or even a female vampire." he added.

There was that word again. Dunpeal. It was what he was afterall. Half vampire. Half human. Living a life no one else has and will ever understand. He was hated by both races, the humans and vampires. The vampires because he hunted and killed his own kind. The humans because he was half vampire and that's all they cared about, it didn't matter that he was on their side, he was still a vampire in their eyes.

The usually silent D finally spoke up, "I'm only half a vampire if you forgot, my work isn't done, there are still more vampires' here. Besides, I already know how it would've ended if I did go. I wouldn't find happiness there, not here, not anywhere."

"Do you ever find a bit of joy anywhere?!?!" shouted his hand. "I'm wondering if you think up the things you say before you go to sleep at night! All you do is kill vampires for a living! That Leila girl probably would've been right for you, but no, you just had to shut your mouth and not say anything to her! Did you ever think she might have actually liked you?!" Left Hand continued to yell.

D sighed and clenched his left hand into a fist, this was the only way to make Left Hand ever be quiet, besides putting his hand in the dirt, that always worked too. "I really doubt she did, if she did she would have said something. Anyway, she already got married, had a child, even a grandchild, and she's dead now. There's no use continuing this conversation." Left Hand made a muffled sigh and blended himself back into the skin of D's palm. D was glad, now he could think without his own hand bothering him and adding his own little, annoying comments from D's thoughts. D continued to reassure himself that it would've never worked out between him and Leila. He did admire her but he dismissed these thoughts. No one wanted him and no one ever would.

Another thing that was stuck on his mind was what Carmila had said that night, "Are you the son of the Vampire King?" Of course he was, D knew this. Even though he was part human and part vampire he still didn't have the lust for blood the way his mother and father had. His urge for blood wasn't as strong as others were. What was he? Was he more of a vampire or more of a human? He had qualities of both, but either way neither of the two accepted him as their own. He was a forever lonely Dunpeal. D looked up towards the sky, he wondered sometimes what it would have been like if he did go to the City of the Night. Sometimes he wished he could go, but it was useless. What was the point? Wherever he went he didn't belong.

D climbed down from the tree, he decided he had to visit Leila's grave. He often went there to think things through. He reached the soft earth and walked to his black horse, he untied it from a branch and climbed onto the saddle. "I knew you'd see it my way," chimed his left hand who appeared again around the cord of the horse's reign. D seriously thought cutting his hand off would really solve the problem with his left hand quickly.

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