AN: YES. I'M INTO VAMPIRE HUNTER D.

HE'S HOT.

GET OVER IT.

Anyway, enjoy the story. :D

The moonlit mountain side, a castle nestled within it. Dark and snowy. A bone-chilling atmosphere. Most humans would cringe and shy away from it. And yet someone appeared to be forcing their way through the snow, towards the castle. A cape swirled about his feet as he climbed the mountainside, his gloved fingers tightly gripping the rock. A wide-brimmed travelers hat placed upon his had. It looked so fragile yet it never gave into the wind. Such a flimsy looking thing could be thought to be made of metal as the wind tried to break it. "Damn D! You must be crazy to climb in a storm like this!" The muffled voice originated from the man's left hand…

The dhampir said nothing as he quickly and quietly scaled the rocks. D simply looked out for the next foothold. "And, as usual, you say nothing…" his hand muttered. "You don't' even know this vampire's name! That chick Anna never told you! Plus, she says he quite the high rank amongst his kind! What if he's-"

"That's enough!"

D had finally snapped, stopping for a moment. He gritted his teeth with frustration. "A job is a job! No matter who his vampire is, I'll have to slay him!" Although the wind concealed it, there seemed to be a shaking hesitation in his voice. Even though he himself hadn't been told the being's name, D had a gut feeling that it was someone he knew…

Just then, an ear splitting howl carried though the mountains, almost making the dhampir jump out of his skin. "Werewolf." He whispered, as if the creature could hear him from his current position…

D finished his climb to the castle and slipped close to the black, stone walls, blending in easily. The great, growling beast slinked around the corner, glaring around. It shook the snow from it's glossy, back-brown coat, it's black eyes glancing around for an intruder. It pushed itself off all fours and stood like a human, striding about to investigate. Satisfied, the werewolf dropped back onto all fours and bounded back into the castle.

The dhampir kept to the shadows as he slinked towards the main door, gently pushing it open. He was surprised to find it unlocked, as if someone was expecting him. Silently, he slipped into the front of the castle grounds…

Within torches and brazens, fire burned wildly, full of hunger. The flames reached for D as he passed, like the fingers of desperate, swooning women. Before him was a smaller, wooden door, carved from a dark, auburn tree. The age of the door was obvious. Splinters occasionally protruded from it and it's edges were as smooth as the mountains nearby. D ran his hand across the smooth, brass knob and attempted to turn it, only to find it locked.

"The key…" The dhampir whipped around to find the werewolf staring at him. "It's within one of the fires. I wish you luck in finding it…" The beast stood atop one of the many low-laying walls like a human. It's lovely eyes seemed to pierce the dhampir's very soul. Up close, they looked even more beautiful than before, or maybe the beast was slowly shifting into human form. The two being's locked gazes, frozen in position.

There were quite a bit of similarities between the two. First off, their stance. The way D balanced his weight on one foot but slowly centered it when things got serious. The way he modestly held himself. The dhampir seemed to be mimicking the werewolf subconsciously. Second, D's dark brown, wavy hair seemed to be cut from the beast's shimmering, snow-powered coat. Ever their build…

Those rippling muscles just beneath the werewolf's coat was almost perfectly modeled by the dhampir. However, D was a lot thinner than the burly beast. He was indeed finely muscled, but not as much as the creature above him. Maybe it was because it had been transformed. Maybe not…

The werewolf then leapt away into the darkness, eluding D's super sight. The dhampir turned to the burning fires, cocking an eyebrow. "Within a fire, huh?" he muttered to himself. He stepped towards a brazen of fire and glanced in it. Sure enough, there was a tiny, iron a the base of the flames.

The dhampir reached for it with his right hand. "D! Are you sure about this?" his left hand cried out. "It sounds like a trap!" D simply shrugged off the warning.

"And what if it is?"

He reached into the brazen, surprised to find the fire to be cold. "Burning ice…" he muttered. "Only a VERY powerful vampire with lots of magic items at his disposal could manage this…" D rotated his hand in the fire like meat on a spit, observing how his flesh remain untouched. He attempted to reach more for the key, but found himself immobile.

"Hey D! Come on, we need to go kill this vampire guy!" The voice of the parasite seemed very far away, even though it was just at his waist. "D? D?" The voice grew muffled the more the dhampir gazed into the flames. "Damnit! I knew this was a trap!"

D felt his body teetering from side to side and, soon, the whole world was silent. All of a sudden, he heard a gentle, feminine voice. "D? D, is that you?" The 0voice seemed to low to belong to a woman, however, so he concluded it was a feminine man. "D, my boy! You've finally returned to me!" With that said, the dhampir fell unconscious.

AN: AWESOME SAUCE.

Just to warn you, Chapter 3 is LOOOOOOOOOONG.

In fact, I'm still writing it.

This is actually an edited version of the story I'm writing in school. Like pencil to paper kind of writing. Not finger to keyboard writing. That is called typing and is often used in most societies! (Pft, Wonka reference…)

Anywho… You guys know who else is in Van Helsing besides Sexy-Hugh-Jackman-Werewolf man? Sexy-Vampire-Richard-Roxburgh man. :D AND HE'S AUSTRALIAN. YAAAAAAHS. D'S DADDY IS TECHNACALLY AUSTRALIAN! HOW AWKWARD.

PS: Do you know the guy who played Dracula is blonde? :D