Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Vampire Hunter D; they belong to their respective owners. There is no profit being made from this, simply borrowing the characters for my leisure.
Author's Note: This is a role-play based story, where I and a friend on LiveJournal, DravenNyteshade, are collaborating to create this story. I am playing as Doris Lang and Draven is playing as D and Dracula.
This story is rated M/Mature for a reason. If you are uncomfortable with sexual situations, gore and cursing, do not read.
At some points, you may thing that the characters will be OOC- deal with it. Don't send me a review, stating this. We try to keep D and Doris in character, and I have no control over how Draven write as D, neither does she have control on how I write as Doris.
Considering that these chapters will be in post format, there might be a few errors within the text, ones that I may have looked over while correcting. If there is anyone who will be willing to look over the mistakes with a comb, contact me and I will try to get back to you as soon as possible. For now, grit your teeth over whatever spelling/grammar/punctuation mistakes I have not taken care of.
Aching Hearts - Chapter One
Doris
The sun was about to set. The moon had risen and it was this time of day where both the sun and the moon would be suspended in the sky together. The day had been long and hard, and Doris was quite happy that it was finally over- many chores on the farm had kept her occupied, so much so that she forgot to take some of her meals today. It was just her luck that she had enough spare change to get a quick meal at one of the taverns.
While traveling down the winding path that lead to one of the few districts in Ransylva, Doris looked up at the sky and saw that it was going to rain tonight. She had no qualms about this though seeing as she had just finished planting some more pear trees in the orchard. Life on the farm, ever since her younger brother Dan left, had become tough. Dan went off into the Frontier to pursue his career as a Lesser-Dragon Hunter; his laser-rifle skills back when he was younger paid off for when he went off to commence his trade. Things had gotten quieter around the house, and without Dan around, it almost seemed like it was empty. The Lang farm was bigger now, thanks to several expansions, and the house was of a large size too. There were times when Doris did not know what to do with such a big home. Too often, she found herself feeling immensely lonely.
However, enough of that. She was heading down to the busier parts of the village, and she knew that a good, hot meal would cheer her up. There were times, when she had to come down here in order to stock up on missing supplies, which a few villagers would stare at her when they thought she was not looking. Doris knew that those few had not forgotten that she had been a vampire's victim. Count Magnus Lee, to be exact. He had bitten Doris, or given her the "Kiss of the Nobility", and had wanted to claim her as his bride. Doris could understand the forever present resentment these people had against vampires, she did too, but it had been several years since then. Doris had moved on, and she thought that these people ought to do so as well.
There was also another thing that had them staring at her. Doris had hired on a Vampire Hunter, one by the name of D. Now, D was not just an ordinary Vampire Hunter- he happened to be a dhampir- half human and half vampire. She admitted to herself once that she was captivated by his beauty, but only then found out of his mixed lineage... Shaking her head of these thoughts, Doris continued until she found the restaurant. Thinking of D would always make her sad. She had wished he would come back for one last goodbye, but she did not see him when she and Dan had been rescued from the crumbling castle of Lee.
D
"I told you not to drive it so hard. I told you to get it fixed. But no, what do you do? Sacri-"
"Enough." The youth said in a cold tone to silence the disembodied voice coming from his shoulder where his left hand held onto a fine riding saddle slung over his shoulder. Yet no cyborg horse was in sight, and it looked like the youth had been walking for some time.
The all black suit, boots, long cape and traveler's hat would give most on the frontier a heat stroke just seeing the garments even in the cover of darkness. Not to mention the only color aside from a lack of color in his skin tone was the male's eyes and the scarf around his neck. His sword- a weapon as long as the man strapped to his back.
"You know where we are headed right?" The hoarse voice spoke up again. "You are going to go see her? She should be legal now, and I'm sure she'd be more than willing to house us." The voice cackled. "I do miss that sweet ass of hers."
"Quiet..." D said in the same distant but icy tone of his. He knew where they were headed. The village of Ransylva, where Doris and Dan lived. However, that was not his destination; he was heading towards the inn, with what little money he had to get a room and pick up an odd job or two until he got word of a vampire in a town somewhere. It would happen… in due time. Moreover, time is all he and the Nobles had.
The outskirts of the town, he stopped shortly on the hill, the wind rustling the long tresses of his hair. It was quiet. In addition, he did not get any information from the wind or his senses telling him a Noble was nearby. D looked back over his shoulder; rain would be on its way tonight. So that meant he was not going far. He headed into town; he would have to find shelter for the night. Hopefully… the townsfolk would not be too unkind to him.
Doris
The meal cheered her up immensely. Thanking the owner of the small tavern, Doris paid her bill and took her leave. She noticed that the clouds were coming in faster and were lower than when she last saw them. The air was damp and cool, which meant that rain would be coming down in any second.
Her full stomach and pulsing muscles started to make her tired, and Doris thought that it was time for her to turn in. Just as she was about to walk up the path that lead to her farm, she saw someone from the corner of her eye. From her scarce view, she could make out that this person was a man, and turning her head slightly towards his direction, she could see that he was wearing a worn cloak and a traveler's hat that covered most of his face.
Her heart began to pound in her chest, and butterflies formed in her stomach. Her throat had gone dry and her palms began to sweat. If this man walking into the village was who she thought he was, then Doris could die happy. He had come again... he had come back to Ransylva. She was ready to run to him, but thought otherwise. He could have business here and would be on his way to meet his employer. Then again, from the look of him, he did not have a horse and was carrying his saddle. This probably meant that the horse was destroyed and he had to walk from where he had been stranded.
Her thriving need to go to him won, and she found herself running towards his dark figure. She stopped shy four feet from him, with a smile on her face.
"D..."
D
D stopped when Doris came up to him. He had not expected to see her… at least not this soon. He met Doris's gaze, she looked the same just as she had not too long ago. At least not long to him. How long it had actually been, he did not know. Time to him had different meaning. She did look a bit older, so it had been some time.
D tore his gaze away from Doris and to the horizon, over his shoulder. He also took note of his own horse's saddle that he had slung over his back with his left hand. D's gaze turned back to Doris.
"Doris…" D said to her after a long while. He did not know what else to say. He could not ignore her… not right away. And he knew not to ask of immortal activity for he did not sense any. D hesitated slightly before speaking again. "You're doing well now… I've heard." D stated to her, not too long ago he had heard from a traveler, in a town he was assisting with ridding themselves of a Noble, which Doris and Dan were doing quite well. Though he had also heard that Doris still longed for him, or at least the man had made it sound that way. He had even tried to capture Doris's heart… this man, but it seems the girls' heart was set on D. Something D wanted to avoid. And he knew his presence here would only further Doris's torment.
Doris
What seemed forever, he finally spoke. His voice was as cold as ever, but it had been a while since she last heard it, so to her, it sounded like music to her ears.
The awkward silence between them had her fidget, and when he opened his mouth again, commenting on her health and well-being, she gave a smile. "Yes, actually. We expanded the farm. He was a nice man, Doctor Tsurugi." She wanted to add that he was not D, and even though the good Doctor had wanted to stay, Doris made it quite clear that she had her heart set on someone else. Who knew that someone else was standing right before her.
His silence was getting to her. "I see that you don't have your horse. Do you have a place to stay?" Doris thought that D would probably find an inn somewhere within this village. She had a feeling that D would not necessarily want to stay at her house. She even admitted to herself that if he did come with her, her emotions would get in the way, and things would become complicated. But she would respect his decision to stay elsewhere if that was the case.
D
D looked over his shoulder again at the saddle before looking to Doris. "It got destroyed. I need to purchase a new one. I'll be staying at the inn, until I can gather the funds necessary for a new steed." D stated simply.
D started walking again, coming close to Doris before he side stepped her and continued on his way. He didn't have much more to say. Though he had no idea what he was going to do for an odd job. The wind wasn't telling him anything in the way of Noble activity. But that is how it went sometimes. There were periods of no activity… followed by an uproar of chaos. D was just waiting for that chaos.. and he couldn't do much else, until he had a horse. Even if he knew where most of the other Nobles were. Walking from place to place would take to long, and was quite troublesome.
Doris
"Oh... but you know that you're always...", before she could finish, D had started to walk past her. No doubt he would be heading to the inn right now. Doris did not think the innkeeper would be so keen as to let a dhampir stay within his establishment. However, if D were kicked out, he would be more than welcome to stay at her place.
In truth, she was quite hurt that he walked past her. It had been some time since she last saw him, and she hoped to get more out of him while he was here. Her loneliness also played a factor in this. Biting her lower lip, she looked towards his receding figure and decided to run after him.
Caught up, she placed herself in front of him. "I know things had been a bit awkward between us, but I'm past that. Well, that's not true. I still meant what I said back then. But I can't let a friend stay at an inn, most probably will get kicked out of and would have to sleep outside. Not in the weather we've been having. You can stay at my place for the night and I can give you one of my horses. They're all cyborg and top-notch, so don't worry about them going soft on you."
She took a breath, and waited for his answer. It would be hard to stay in the same house as him, but as she had said only a second before, she would not allow him to stay in some hostile place, not if she could help it.
D
D stopped when Doris came to stand in front of him. He hadn't forgotten about how the village here had treated him and Doris when Count Magnus Lee had bitten her... He had not wanted to create anymore issues for Doris than he already had. If they had refused him a room he would have just left and headed north to locate another town. Of course, north of here there were the cold mountains and snow.
"I can't just take a horse from you, Doris." D stated gently, before he thought about it a bit further. "One night…, " D stated to her before he turned his eyes back to the horizon and the incoming rain.
Doris
"After all that you've done for me... and I hadn't paid you..." Doris blushed crimson when she said that. Her mode of payment back then was... not the conventional way of doing business. She had offered her body to him, to do with as he pleased, but he did neither. Her first kiss with him, however, was more than she expected, and it was something that she branded into her mind and would keep with her until her last breath.
"Besides," she continued, "if they saw you, they would think something was up. Vampire Hunters only come into a village if there's a vampire. There hasn't been one since you were last here." When he agreed to stay one night, she nearly jumped for joy, but kept her giddiness in check. It would do no good to scare him off before he was even inside her home.
"Come on," she said, and took a hold of his arm and walked with him along the path that led to her house.
D
D nodded; he tensed when Doris took hold of his arm. What was she- a child? He looked at her shortly in silence before he resigned and let her lead him to her house. He did not look too comfortable but he had gotten used to such odd behaviour from women. Especially after he met Lina. She had been... very what was the word… girlie?
By the time the got to Doris's house, the sky had darkened considerably. Moreover, the threat of rain was all too close. A drop or two could be felt upon the skin. It would start soon that downpour of rain brought on by the weather controllers.
When they came upon the farm D had to admit he was a bit surprised as to how big the place was. Doris was doing much better indeed. The house was even bigger and everything looked updated for being on the Frontier. He had to wonder how Dan was fairing as well and how long had it been since they had last met.
"This has expanded." D stated to Doris. Stupid comment almost but it was a surprise to him honestly. Though he was happy, though he would never show it, that things had turned the better for Doris and Dan. "How is Dan doing?" D asked Doris.
Doris
The sky was completely covered by the rain clouds, and Doris could feel a few drops fall on her skin. The wind was picking up, which meant that it was going to be a violent storm. Thankfully, she had made sure that all the doors and roofs were secure around the farm, and that the electromagnetic gate had been secured and doubled as well.
She unlocked the door and allowed D to go in first. Walking past him, she opened up a few of the lamps and put the overall lighting to a low. She turned to him and answered his question. "Dan left a few months ago to the Capital. A new academy opened up and was accepting the first 300 applications. Dan heard of it, asked if he could go, and I said yes. I think, with many of the Nobles in decline, we are becoming stronger- in a sense that we have begun training people to become Hunters. Dan's specialty is Lesser-dragons. So, I'm alone in this house."
She looked around her home, as if to testify the last comment. She was indeed alone in her house, but now that D was here, that loneliness was not as bad as most nights. "Are you hungry? I can whip something up if you'd like? Now that Dan isn't here, you can use his bedroom instead of the one you were in last time."
D
"No husband? Or children?" D asked her, before he shook his head to the comment about food. Of course she couldn't see him because he had disappeared into the other room to survey it. He set his saddle near the couch in the living room where he had ended up. He had rested here last time, which had suited him fine. Or had he stayed in a room, now he couldn't remember. He did remember the couch. Lying upon it and seeing Doris's curvy form as she came out of the shower. She had let the towel drop and straddled him, pouncing on him like cat. In addition, in a moment of weakness he had…
"Just some water," D stated as he snapped from his thoughts. He turned to look out the living room windows. A crack of lightning and a roar of thunder before the wind started to pick up and the rain began to come down heavy. Going to the window D just watched the rain and the storm outside.
Doris
Doris looked at him with an inquisitive look. He should have known better about her social life. Ever since she had been the Count's victim, no man would want her. "I don't think- after what had happened to me last time- that a man would want me as a wife, D. I think you, above all people, should know that." She was not referring to him being half a vampire himself, but to when the village of Ransylva had wanted to throw her into the asylum for being bitten. Once a victim, always a victim.
As she had been talking, D went looking around the main floor to her house. Not much went into the decor, but there were some modifications that were made, and she was quite happy that she had been able to see them through.
She went into the kitchen to get him a glass of water. She had remembered the last time he had been here, after his first night she had fixed them breakfast and noticed how D had eaten so little. She guessed this was a factor for having vampire's blood within him. He was standing in front of one of the larger windows in the living room, right besides the couch where he stayed for most of the nights. That couch... she remembered when she had walked out of the shower and came to him. It was the night where she decided to give him his payment. Her naked body was flushed against his, her breath ticking his nose and her hair falling down, curtaining their faces from the moonlight. Her first kiss.
Breaking the silence. "Whether you came here intentionally or not, I'm glad you did all the same."
D
D broke his gaze away from the window and looked to the water Doris held for him. His pale fingers wrapped around the glass and he took it from her. He did not drink it, not yet. He had something he needed to put into it first. Only a few left. And like last time he did not want Doris to see that other side of him. Even though she had, one day, behind the house. When she said she would not mind if he drank her virgin blood. No lovers… that meant she was still a virgin.
D blinked and dismissed those thoughts before he turned silently back to the window. "Dan heading to the Capital is a commendable thing." D stated. He would not say it outright but he was happy for the boy. But what else could he say on it. It sounded like the two were well off and did not need him around. Which was well enough for him. Come Daybreak he would leave, with or without a horse.
"You should get some rest..." D stated to her after some time. It was not that late but the clouds outside made it look that way. Reunions such as these were always awkward. Nostalgia filled him as he drew in the scents of the house. Some were new while most others were old and familiar. He had stayed here too long, and even now he wanted to leave. He was causing Doris more torment and heartbreak than he wanted.
He had left the way he had for a reason. Doris needed to move on, as did he. Nevertheless, he was not going anywhere with the rain coming down like that. His abilities would drop considerably. His muscles would become ridged, and it would become difficult to breathe let alone move or fight for that matter, should the occasion arise. Death. Battle… it followed him, hunted him like he hunted the Nobility.
In his silence, D ignored the state his clothing was in. The dust and mud and even some blood. His- maybe someone else's. The edges of his garments were frayed but they had been before.. now it was even more present. Even his hat looked like it had seen better days. And yet D's beautiful visage was just that, such a contrast to the dark beaten clothing he had on.. which was becoming more dark brown then the true ebony it was.
Doris
"You look like you need the rest more than I do." She took a slight offence that D would tell her to get some rest. She no longer had vampire marks on her neck and she was not worried if some monster would come barging in. She had taken care of herself before and after D had come into her life, and even though she saw in him a man she could depend on, she had learned that depending on oneself was the better way.
Doris did a once over on his attire, and was about to comment if she could wash some of his garments for him, but he was a Hunter, and Hunters would never let other people handle their things, not on their life. Even D, who was no ordinary Vampire Hunter or human for that matter, could not, and would not allow Doris to handle his possessions. She understood this all too well- for her father was a Hunter, a Werewolf Hunter.
But aside from the caked on dirt and congealed blood, his countenance stood out and seemed illuminated. The moon was well hidden behind the dark clouds, and the rain was coming down hard and fast. Doris used to hear stories from her father about vampires and the rain; how their bodies would become immobile and their biorhythms would be at an all-time low. He would tell her that Hunters and regular humans would try to draw out the vampire while it was raining, giving them a considerable advantage. But she knew that Nobles were not that dimwitted to allow humans to bait them when the elements were against them.
She looked over at the clock, and the time read 10:30PM Night, Frontier Standard Time. This was usually the time she started getting ready for bed. But first, a bath was in order. Before anything though, she would need to show D where he would be sleeping. "I'll show you to Dan's room." She led the way upstairs and opened up the door. The room was large and had a double bed, a few dressers, and a large bookshelf. Dan had wanted one when he first began to read. The boy was a lover of knowledge and would always change his mind about what he wanted to become when he grew up.
"If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. Make yourself at home." And with that, she left D to draw herself a bath. Tomorrow would be another day, and hopefully this time, she could send D off with a goodbye.
D
D nodded to Doris and once she left he entered the room. The boys smell was saturated here. All the same, he surveyed the room before shutting the door. He set the glass down on one of the dressers. There he looked at a few pictures that Doris and Dan had of one another, and their parents from long ago when they were very small. Doris's father looked to be a strong man, and her mother was beautiful. It seemed Doris had gotten her looks from her mother but her skills from her father.
D shed his hat and tossed it onto the bed along with his cloak that went once he took his sword off his back. He always looked so much lankier without the cloak and hat. In addition, you could see more of his gorgeous visage and long hair.
D pulled something from one of his belt pockets and slipped it into the water. The water immediately began changing color; it turned the color and smell of blood. Picking the glass up, as the rim of it touched his lips, D's eyes blazed crimson. Closing them, D breathed in the scent of the liquid and opened his mouth to let it glide over his tongue and down his throat.
Letting out an easy breath D slung his cloak over his arm and put his hat back on his head. Still with his sword in one hand, D held the glass in the other and exited the room. D looked around, but Doris was not in sight. Not like that mattered he could find the laundry room on his own... so he started walking peering into rooms trying to find said room he was looking for. The place had grown so he was not having much luck. Or maybe he was just that tired.
Doris
Doris entered the washroom and began taking off her clothes. Drawing the bath with hot water and putting in some bubble soap, she let the water rise to the top of the tub before she got in. She could hear the slight sound of the floors creaking. This probably meant that D was exploring her home. She did not mind; he was no stranger.
Getting into the water, she sighed in contentment when the water enveloped her skin, which was taking on a rosy hue. Submerging herself completely under water, Doris stayed there for several seconds before she rose back up, her hair pulled back and out of her face. The hot water was doing wonders to her sore muscles. Playing with some of the soap subs in the bath, she mulled over the day's events. She had gotten quite far in the orchard and had succeeded in planting more trees and cultivating more fruit. The grass had been mowed and the cows had been milked. She made sure all the animals were fed and groomed. She tended to the stables and the horses. It was a lot of work for one person, and there were times when she regretted letting Dan leave for the Capital. But she could not live with herself if she refused him what he wanted out in life.
Then there was D. Whether he came to Ransylva intentionally or not, which was not any of her business, was in her life again, even if he was just staying for the night. There was an attraction to him, one that she kept with her all this time. Even when Doctor Tsurugi had come here for several months, she noticed he tried to woo her, but she clearly said her heart belonged to someone else. This was another issue: D was not the one to just settle down like that. He was a Vampire Hunter. Men like him could not rest until the job was done. To her knowledge, there were not that many Vampire Hunters to begin with. She did not blame them- they would need to have nerves of steel and a sane enough mind to go hunting those damned Nobles.
Giving a great yawn, Doris did not realize how tired she was up until now. Unplugging the drain, she got out of the bath and grabbed one of the plush towels that was folded on a chair that was apart of the vanity. Tousling her hair so that it was not too wet, she wrapped her wet, glistening body in the towel and proceeded towards her bedroom. Once inside, she let the towel fall to the ground, her naked form walking across her bedroom towards the wardrobe, and opening up a drawer to take out a pair of white, semi-transparent panties. In another drawer, she took out a shirt that reached the middle of her thighs. Doris did not like to wear thing that were too constricting while she slept. For whatever reason, in case if something happened or there was a breech, Doris liked to have fluid movement and not have to bother with a nightgown or pajama pants that would constrict her mobility.
D
D ended up finding the bathroom Doris had just left, moments after she had entered her room. He shut the door behind him, her smell and the damp scent of a recently used bathroom hit D's sensitive nose right away.
Now seemed as good a time as any to wash his clothes as well as take a little bath himself. So after filling the tub with warm water and adding some soap. D submerged his cloak into the water. His sword rested against the sink in the bathroom. His hat in the sink.
From there the youth did something, not as uncanny as you would think. Even the most brave and skilled hunters needed a bath at some point. So in the sanctity of the closed bathroom, D removed his upper body armour and the shirt underneath that. He submerged both into the water along with his cloak that was still soaking. The water now looked like liquid black ink, and more of D's pale lanky body could be seen. Not a scratch on him, despite all the battles he had been through. Such was the benefit of having half immortal blood.
D then got busy, washing his clothing scrubbing it out himself carefully. He took his time with such a task, washing garments by hand always took a lot of time. Washing well cared for garments that your life depended on took even longer.
Soon D's boots came off as well and rested besides his sword. His pants went in, and he sat on the edge of the tub. D was solely clad in form-fitting black boxers.
Doris
Doris looked into the full-length mirror that was propped against one of the walls in her bedroom. She did this right before going to bed, and it had become some sort of ritual for her. She went over to the vanity to grab her brush and came back to stand in front of the mirror once more. Languidly, she ran the brush through her still damp hair, getting out all the knots and brushing it until it became silk, smooth and straight. Her dark red locks fell just shy of her bum in layers, while a few strands framed her face.
With that finished, she was about to get under the covers when she forgot to brush her teeth. Fluffing up her pillow beforehand, Doris left her room and walked to the washroom. Not paying attention as to why the door was closed, she walked right in, her head was downcast as she was surveying a loose thread on her panties; lifting up her shirt, she pulled the annoying threads off, letting them flutter to the ground. As she did this, a view of the undersides of her breasts could be seen.
Bringing her head up, she saw that D was sitting on one of the arms of the tub. He was clad only in his undergarments, while all the rest were in the bath tub. From her full-frontal view, she could see his sinewy muscles and his pale skin with even the light at a low, seemed to illuminate. His hat was off, and she could see his face properly, which to her, looked more beautiful when it was exposed and not hiding under the wide brim of his hat. His long, black hair fell to the middle of his back, and she could see his pointed ears peek out from the ebony locks.
Despite him being a Hunter, she could not see any scars on his god-like body. Her eyes wandered like those of a lech, and she found herself getting hot and rubbing her knees together. She could feel her desire start to pool in between her legs and her mouth was going dry. Her nipples, which she was sure he could see from underneath her shirt, were erect and poking behind her night shirt. No doubt he could smell her thick arousal in the air.
D
D stopped scrubbing his garments when the door opened. He looked to his sword and was about to grab it when he saw Doris come in a very scantily clothed, night time outfit. He froze when the scent of her arousal hit his senses. He watched her eyes. Her smell was potent and would fog any immortals mind, let alone what the sight before him would do to any mortal man. The fabric hung onto her curves for dear life, her large bosom was perky and her cute little nipples were painfully erect. Her breathing had increased only calling more attention to her curves and her arousal. Her soft creamy skin was flushed and even D couldn't help it as his own blue eyes trailed down Doris's neck and to the spot in between her legs. He could hear her heartbeat already and it was going to drive him nuts if she stood there much longer, even though a few seconds had only passed since the time she had walked in.
That's when he realized his own nakedness- well, near nakedness. "Ge-.. get out!" D almost stammered, his eyes narrowed at her. D got up and came towards Doris. He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, pushing her out the door in a rush. No one had seen him naked- half-naked before! It was... it was.. he didn't have a word for it. He didn't know how to feel. Or what the appropriate response was. He could cut down mortals and immortals without a second thought, without loosing sleep, without hesitating.. but this was... this was.. out of his realm. It was.. strange to him.
Doris
Doris sidetracked him and released herself from his hold. She turned around and went to the other side of the washroom. Rational thoughts be damned, this was all instinct, and now that Doris had a taste of it, she would not leave until she had her fill. Besides, she had a burning love for the Vampire Hunter, and since he would be leaving in the morning, she wanted to have one last memory of him.
"No, I won't leave", she said, defiantly. She would see this through, even if it meant making D uncomfortable. "You're going to leave at the first strike of dawn... and I might never see you again." She did not know where she was going with this, but if it would appease the desire that was building in her lower stomach and in the junction of her legs, then she continued on.
Doris knew that D would do something to escape this situation, but his clothes were in the tub, he was half naked and it was pouring rain outside. He didn't have anywhere to go, not at least until the rain let out- and as for his clothes- she didn't have anything that could fit him. There were, however, her father's clothes, but she was not going to let him have them, not until she got what she wanted.
Becoming bolder with each passing second, Doris removed her nightshirt, her breasts bouncing slightly with her movements, and discarded onto the floor. She stood before D, her breasts in plain view and her skin taking on a rosy tint. Her arousal was still thick in the air, so much so that she could even smell it. The dampness between her thighs became wetter to the point where a dark spot could be seen through the crotch of her panties.
"Come here, Hunter", she whispered huskily. Biting her lower lip, she waited for D to make the next move.
D
D turned when Doris slipped past him, he was taken aback by her sudden forward nature. No she had done something like this before, he just didn't want to- D's thoughts went out the window momentarily as Doris tore off her shirt and revealed her beautiful breasts. His lips parted as if to say something but that's when he noticed the wet spot on Doris's panties. Only his eyes could take note of the subtle lines of arousal starting to drip down her inner thighs. And dear god could he smell it; intoxicating him, enough to the point that he had forgotten why he was half naked for a moment.
When she spoke any mortal or immortal man would have jumped on Doris and ravished her until dawn.. But D, whose own heart was starting to race -for a dhampir-, knew he had to get out of this and fast. He wouldn't let himself… not with Doris. He'd loose himself and let his bloodlust take over... or worse.. impregnate her. He was half human.. a child coming from his loins wasn't scientifically impossible.
What was he doing? Oh yes.. getting the fuck out of here.. before ALL of the blood in his system rushed southward. Already his own boxers were becoming.. uncomfortable. This whole situation was. D backed up instead of coming closer to Doris.
One second D was gazing at Doris's form, battling with his inner desires and moral standards. The next... his head hit the bathroom floor and sent a shock of pain through his system. Well... that is what happens when someone over 6 foot slips on a puddle and goes down without realizing it. Of course he didn't yell, just opened his mouth in silence before closing it again. In his sights now was the ceiling of the bathroom.
Doris
It took a moment for Doris to realize that D had fallen on the floor. She saw that he had slipped on a puddle, most probably from his clothes that were still in the tub. Shaking herself out of her inebriated state, she rushed over to him, forgetting that she was topless and crouched beside his prone form.
She wasn't sure if he had hit his head on the tiled floor, but she gingerly took his head and placed it in her lap. She willed herself to calm down at having him so close to her, and so close to her most private areas. But the thought was soon dispelled from her mind, and she went to work massaging his scalp and the base of his neck.
Words were useless now. There was no way she could apologize to him for the discomfort he was in, standing in the same room as her, both of them equally undressed and exposed. As seconds passed on, she became more comfortable with him being this close to her, and her position shifted from tense to relaxed, and her fingers in his hair went from massaging one area to caressing his entire scalp and brief touches to his ears. She would try to keep this contact at a minimum. Doris figured that she bit off more than she could chew, with her undressing in from of him, and inviting to indulge her fantasies.
Her mind began to wander elsewhere, thinking of what could have happened had these turn of events had been avoided. She thought of what D would do to her if she could make him bend to her will. Such thoughts had a blush spread across her face and she noticed how her fingers were lightly caressing his face; tracing his ears and lips and jaw line, until they played down his neck and over his chest.
Her arousal spiked again and Doris found her hands wandering lower his body, playing on his stomach and tracing weird, intricate patterns on his skin. They ventured lower until they reached the hem of his undergarments, her fingers brushing against the seams.
D
"No wait- I'm fi-" D was about to protest when Doris's delicate fingers started touching him. At first it was just his head, which helped to ease some of the discomfort down below. He hadn't been touched like this in a long time so when she started working on his neck he didn't protest too much. His muscles were tense, they would always be.
But what started off as a simple massage went into something more. "No! Doris, stop-" D gasped lightly and contained a shiver as best he could as Doris went from touching his scalp to caressing his face, ears and chest, the latter which were extremely sensitive. .
"I...," D tried to protest a third time but Doris's potent arousal hit his nose and before he knew it. Her hands were at his stomach, he tensed part of him wanted her to go further.. part of him didn't. When she reached his undergarments and her delicate fingers brushed against the seams of his fabric.. D couldn't hold back the gasping moan that escaped past his lips.
His arousal was painfully clear, pressing up against the thin fabric of his snug boxers. Not to mention that her breasts were practically pressing against his face, and her own arousal all too clear to him. "Doris…," D breathed like a like summer breeze. His hand took hold of hers and he pressed it against his aching member. He unsuccessfully tried to bite back a moan as pleasure ripped through his body.
Removing his hand. D took hold of Doris's waist from above him and moved her so that she was above him. She would be know kneeling over him, with her head towards his aching lower half and her womanhood in his face. Doris's knees would be on either side of D's head and her hands on either side of his hips… if she chose to keep them there.
With D's sights on Doris's wet panties he reached up and slipped them off of her, his long fingernails brushing against her skin as he did so. The smell was killing him enough that his eyes had become fogged over with lust. He just had to taste it, he had to taste her virginity. When Doris was free of the last shred of garment she had on, D reached up and gently parted her folds so he could see inside. The proof was right there, as was the sensitive mound of her clit. Extending a finger D lightly pressed against it waiting for a reaction from Doris.
Doris
Her mouth was slightly open and her breath came in deep and laboured pants. Her fingers were dancing delicately over his skin, but when he took her hand and placed it on his undergarments, she could feel his evident arousal. She was licking her lips as she could feel him beneath her hand. Doris had wanted to remain as such for a while, but D grabbed a hold of her waist and positioned her over him, her upper body in the direction of his member, and her legs were straddling his face.
Her hands were on the tile floor, and her fingers were itching from this vulnerable position. Her breasts were pressed against his hips, and her nipples were brushing up against his skin. Soft mewls and moans escaped her mouth, and Doris found herself gyrating her hips to try and appease this primal pleasure that was slowly driving her insane.
She gave a slight jerk as cool air assaulted her womanhood. She felt D slide off her undergarments and waited with baited breath for what he was going to do next.
"Hnnnng", she moaned as D parted her folds, her upper body falling onto his legs, her hands still on the floor, although clenching and relaxing as this newfound pleasure washed over her. She could feel his finger press against her clit and she let out a loud gasp and a drawn out moan. Gyrating her hips faster, she silently begged for more. Her face was pressed against his right thigh, her hot breath creating a moist area around her mouth and on his skin.
Propping herself up a bit, she brought her left hand to the hem of his undergarments and snaked her hand inside, caressing and massaging his member. She licked her lips and inched his remaining clothing off his body, his erect member bobbed slightly once his boxers were completely off.
D
When D heard Doris's moan it was like an angel singing. Her movements, her body begged for more, there was no question. Placing his cool hands on her hips. D held Doris still and raised his head up so that his mouth and nose just touched Doris's beautiful pink pussy. He let out a cool breath and a low moan as Doris released him of his final piece of clothing. Her touch on his aching lower half was pure bliss.
D's eyes remained that deep fogged over blue, even as his lips touched her inner thigh in a light kiss. D started tending to Doris's flesh; his eyes closed as he kissed and licked the inside of her thighs. She was already wet and wanting, but he wanted to wait. If they satisfied one another this way, he could keep her a virgin and hopefully control his bloodlust. Though, there was a major artery that ran through the leg just below were D was caressing her flesh with his cool tongue and lips.
She felt so warm to him and he could hear her heartbeat, pounding in his ears. How far could he go with this before the temptation to feed from her became too much? D shifted his head and leaned up slightly to let his nose and lips grace the sensitive flesh between Doris's legs. His tongue snuck out and ran along Doris's clit through her folds and then darted into her opening for a taste. He did that again, and again, loosing himself in the pure act of pleasuring a woman. All the while reason had giving away to lust and love a long time ago, and D's fangs were lengthening as if preparing for sinking themselves into flesh. But they didn't.. for now, if anything, they would occasionally brush against Doris's sensitive skin as D licked at her virgin pussy.
Doris
She looked behind her, and even though she couldn't see him, Doris could just imagine D lying there, beneath her, with her legs straddling his face, her virgin folds exposed and her centre dripping with honey. She could feel him as he placed kisses along her inner thighs and this only made her hotter and wetter. She could feel her impending orgasm washing over and a few drops of that sweet nectar escaped her body, most probably landing somewhere on his face.
Her right hand went to massaging his thigh as her left went to his member, tending to it with long, hard strokes. His cock had swollen considerably and was pulsing in her hand. Her thumb caressed over the head of his penis, toying with it. She opened up her mouth and let a string of saliva pour from her mouth, coating the head of his cock, in which she used her hand to pump up and down to get it glistening wet.
She was so occupied with her task that she did not feel D parted her folds once more and brought his mouth and nose to her dripping sex. Gasping out from this new contact, she moaned a score, her voice resonating throughout the washroom. Her body had broken out into a light sweat, illuminated slightly in this dim light. Her mouth was open as she continued to moan.
Something else brushed against her most intimate parts, and it wasn't his lips or nose. It felt hard and smooth. Propping herself up on all fours, she looked beneath her and saw that his mouth was open, and a glimpse of his fangs could be seen. Lust clouded her judgment of what she saw. His elongated fangs only made her mewl for more.
Doris lowered her upper body once more on his thighs and picked up his aching member. Licking her lips, she brought her lips to the tip of his cock and placed a soft kiss against the swollen head. Her movements became bolder and she allowed her tongue to dart out from her lips and she languidly caressed his member with the muscle.
D
D was loosing his damned mind. Doris's delicate fingers, a woman's fingers on his hard swollen member were indescribable. When she kissed it, he let out a moan and sounds continued to leave his lips as she stroked him and then started to give him the same treatment he was giving Doris.
Why hadn't he done this years ago? Why hadn't he taken her up on her offer? Her body just like this... maybe it was more meaningful with Doris. Or maybe it had just been that long...
Either way D was lost to lust. He continued his licking of Doris's womanhood. Her heat was so welcoming, the hot, wet nature of her mouth and of her lovely pussy. He had to see what it felt like inside. While her tongue and lips were working his lower half, D slipped a finger inside Doris. Just one, but it was all he needed to go in deep and feel her hot pulsating insides. God he wanted to fuck her; to take her virginity from her and make her scream in pleasure. Make her scream his name.. his true name.
D's eyes had gone crimson, his finger caressed Doris's insides, in and out deeper and deeper. Her juices dripped down her legs and some onto his tongue and lips where he just drank it all down like some kind of leech. With his own arousal peeking, releasing pre-cum and adding to Doris's own saliva as lubricant, D started letting out soft growls, light gasps, moans and groans of pleasure. It was probably the most vocal he had ever been before.
Thump, thump, Doris's heartbeat, the veins in her legs and her entire body became all to evident to D. As he neared his orgasm his bloodlust surfaced and threatened to take over. Even as he kept fingering and licking Doris, a battle was already brewing.
Doris
This was sheer torture. His tongue penetrated deeper into her wet, dripping womanhood, while his mouth fastened around her labia. Her hips were moving on their own accord and she found herself nearly sitting atop his face.
"Ooh yes, yes...," she moaned. Her body was coated in her sweat, and her thighs were drenched in her fluids and the saliva from D's mouth. She stopped her oral assault on D's appendage and just pumped her hand up and down. She needed more- wanted more. His tongue and mouth were wreaking sinful havoc on her body, but she needed something inside her. It was only then that D inserted his finger into her dripping cavity that she let out a pleasurable shriek. His finger penetrated deeper and deeper into her body that she began to move her hips, meeting the trust of his fingers.
Their moans mixed together to create a symphony, and Doris moved her hips faster when she heard D becoming vocal. His voice urging her on to reach that peak of Zenith. His growls sent shivers down her spine and more nectar dripped from her honeyed hole.
Not ever being touched like this in her life, Doris let out loud moans and intangible words fly from her moist, open mouth. Saliva began to trickle down her chin and onto her breasts, which bounced with her movements. The pleasure was turning her into a wild animal that she sat up straight and grabbed a hold of D's hand and guided him faster and deeper into her. She remained like so for several seconds until the pleasure became too much. Letting out a loud cry, she came all over his hand and face, her sweet nectar spilling into his mouth and coating her thighs and his fingers.
She experienced her first orgasm. This feeling of great satisfaction overtook her, as if she were complete. She was slumped over D's legs, her cheek resting against his still erect member. Her breathing was still laboured, but she was far from finished. Sliding away from D, she turned her body around so that she was facing him, even though he was still on the floor. Straddling his hips, she brought the tip of his member close to her sex, brushing the tips against her folds until he was slick with her fluids.
Doris looked at D. Whether he would say something or not, she didn't wait for him to do so. With one swift movement, she lifted herself up and sank atop him. She refrained from going slowly, as she knew there would be pain. There would be pain nonetheless, but taking it slow would allow it to manifest and remain. She felt her hymn break when his cock entered her. She could feel liquid trickling down inside her- probably her blood mixed in with other fluids and sweat. Her face was scrunched up slightly in pain, and a few tears spilled from her eyes, but she would see this through.
Doris remained unmoving and sat atop D with the feeling of him inside her. She felt full and complete- even more so than when she experienced her first orgasm, only seconds before. This feeling of fullness inside her made her gasp every time she had small quakes of pleasure, which were also mixed in with some pain. Planting her hands firmly atop his chest, Doris began to move slowly, up and down, gasping in pleasure and in pain.
D
"No, don't! Doris!" D's eyes flashed back to being blue for a moment before she slammed down on his member and her tight., way too tight insides encased his cock. D had tilted his head back and opened his mouth in a half moan for her to stop but nothing came out. He had felt her hymn break, he could smell the trickle of blood and it called to his darker side.
Eyes changing back to crimson D grabbed Doris's hips and helped guide her as she moved slowly with him. He let her do what she wanted to him from this point. He was lost to his otherworldly desires. In a sense, he'd reprimand her later.
More moans erupted from him and a whole new wave of pleasure hit him. But he was too close, too close to his edge. His pleasure was building and it would soon take over, violent and without warning.
"Doris… don't.. stop. I'm going to.." D gasped as he closed his eyes that still blazed crimson, more growls left him. He didn't know what was going to come first; his orgasm, or the urge to bite her.
It wasn't long before D couldn't take anymore. Sitting up, but still keeping them connected, D wrapped his arms around Doris. In a matter of seconds D lost it all- he let out a roar and spent inside of Doris… but just as his orgasm started, his slender fangs sunk into Doris's neck and he started drinking. This only made his orgasm that much more pleasurable, and it lasted longer.
Then- clarity- horrible clarity. But, yet blissful peace. Removing his fangs from Doris's neck, D ran his tongue over the wounds and sealed them up. He hadn't taken enough to kill her, just a few mouthfuls; enough to have his body was warm as hers… momentarily. But just enough to have his Noble side laughing at him and relishing in the pure new blood. Not that disgusting dried crap or being starved. This was going to mark the beginning of the end for D. It made him sick to his stomach, regardless of how much Doris had wanted it. He rested his head against hers and closed his eyes, not moving from when he had sat up, and they were still connected, in fact he was still hard, now that fresh blood was pumping through his system.
Doris
His protests were futile. She would not stop now that she had lost her innocence to him. Her first love. There was still pain, but pleasure was growing ever increasingly, and soon that discomfort faded away to be replaced with this feeling of pure bliss. His hands were on her hips, guiding her faster and harder against him. Their slow pace was now deep thrusts and Doris found herself salivating from the intense pleasure that sang through her body.
His moans grew increasingly louder and resonated through the washroom. It wasn't long before she started to wail herself. He let her take control, but after a few moments and with a few choice words, D sat up, his member going deeper within her from this new position, making Doris gasp, and started to jack-hammer thrust into her. His arms wrapped around her, and she found herself doing the same, her mouth close to his ear, voicing her pleasure with increasing octaves.
His thrusts became wilder and harder, and her body was bouncing against his, trying to meet the pace he set. She could feel his looming climax as well as her own. Her voice became louder and louder, her head thrown back in pleasure. She looked to D through heavy lids, and saw a change within him. For a second she stopped her movements and saw that his skin had gone pale- paler than usual- and his fangs were elongated and visible from his open mouth. His moans had turned into growls, which she hadn't noticed, and before she could react to what she saw, D sank his fangs into her neck, while at the same time, released his seed within her. She had climaxed at the same time. Their fluids mixing together, the deed complete, but D was still attached to her neck, and still drinking. It seemed like forever, but he pulled away and licked at her wounds. She could feel them heal with each long stroke.
Still inside her, and still hard, Doris embraced D as he leaned into her, his head resting against her body, she ran her fingers through his matted hair. They were covered in sweat and the musty scent of sex was pungent inside the washroom. Closing her eyes, she remained this way with D, all the while thinking of what had just happened. She was a virgin no more, marked by the Vampire Hunter, and had her blood taken by him as well. She thought of that time sometime ago, where she had told him she wouldn't mind if he drank her blood- she still meant it- and tonight was no exception.
"I love you", she whispered. There was a good chance that this would complicate things between them. Doris wasn't even sure if D would reciprocate her feelings back, not to mention that he would be leaving in the morning. It would break her heart to see him leave her once more, but she could understand why he had to. But she could always hope that he would stay with her a little longer.
D
D didn't respond to her words. Instead he pushed Doris onto her back, going with her. He grabbed her wrists and held them above her head against the floor. His eyes met hers, cool blue as they usually where. D had kept them connected and now he started thrusting into Doris again, slow and hard just like before. If this was going to be the last night of him being the hunter before he became the hunted then he would make it last.
"You'll hate me in the morning," D said to Doris as he made love to her a second time, this time he had control. "You'll hate me for everything I've done. And when they find out.. Noble and mortal alike will come after me. I'll be hunted," D said his breathing getting heavy once more as pleasure once again reamed through his body.
"And even after my death, you… and the child will hate me, with every fibre of your being." He didn't know if she was pregnant, but he was half human, and she was young and peeking in her fertility. There was a high chance she was or would be at the end of their second love making.
Doris
She was surprised that he had pushed her onto her back, against the floor. Even more surprised when he followed her, his body encasing hers. Still inside her, she gasped when D started to move, his thrusts, although not so urgent as before, were slow and deliberate, as if he had control over the situation. He pinned her arms above her head, his grip tight on her wrists. This gave him a good view of her breasts, as they bounced up and down from his thrusting. She closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, humming in pleasure.
His words cut her deeply. This was probably due to confessing her love for him. She knew that he could not have a normal life like hers, as being a dhampir would never allow such a peaceful existence. His harsh words mixed in with his heavy breathing, contradicting his intentions. She could feel her eyes burning, but willed her tears not to spill. But it could not be helped. He spoke of his death, how others would hunt him, and how her and her future child would hate him. I could never hate him, she thought. And if she did have a child, she would tell them that their father was a great man, a noble man who had great love for the world and the most important people in his life.
"I could never hate you, D", she whispered, bringing her thoughts to life. She looked at him, tears staining her cheeks and her voice true. "And if I do have your child, I'll tell them that their father was a great man. I'll tell them that you loved and were loved", she continued on. Her jaw was set and her eyes burned with a deep love for the Vampire Hunter that she would give her life for this man if ever she had to. Goodness knows how many times he risked his life for her.
"I love you, and I'll keep on loving you until my last breath. Nothing can change that." This was pure love speaking. She would never find another man like D, who loved her like he did, and in return, gave him love. She was so overcome by these emotions and words that she had forgotten what they were doing. His thrusts were deep and slow, but they were enough to drive her over the edge again and again. She reached her climax the third time tonight, gasping out his name, and proclaiming her love over and over again.
Breathing hard, her chest heaving up and down, she brought her shaky hands to D's face and drew him down for a kiss. Closing her eyes, she let herself be lost in this bittersweet bliss. Despite what she had said moments before, there was truth to D's words, but words be damned. She loved him, and if ever she would never find another man, she knew that D was her first and her last.
D
"That's the problem," D almost snapped back but it came out as more of a roar of pleasure as his orgasm hit him when Doris's hit hers. He collapsed onto Doris and released her wrists. A few heavy breaths later he slipped out of her and rolled off of her and onto his back on the cool tiled floor beside her.
He placed a hand to his head and closed his eyes as his breathing slowly calmed. "Doris… I do love you, I care for you, but I cant… I shouldn't have…," D sighed as he reopened his eyes. "I've gone my whole life…," D said before he frowned and sat up. Oh this was going to slowly eat him up inside. He had gone his whole life avoiding true blood, avoiding getting close with others. And now, unbeknown to Doris, D was following in his father's footsteps.
Doris
He rolled off her and was at her side, both panting on the bathroom floor. Their bodies covered in sweat, and the ever pungent smell of their love making was in the air, smothering them. He was still making excuses, ones she wished he would keep to himself. Let him enjoy this with her, as she had with him.
There... he said it. He said he loved her. But there was something wrong; he kept on making excuses, shunning his existence. She was satisfied with what he said, but Doris wanted to hear him say it like he meant those words- not just a part of an explanation.
"I know that you'll outlast me in mortality. I know that one day, I'll leave this world...," she said, and she then now realized the weight of her own words. She would die someday. Her body would grow old, her mind would go and she would slowly perish within time. Perhaps this is what D had meant before, when they were making love... could dhampirs suffer the same loss as when humans lost a loved one? Was their grief eternal as they could live on forever? The tears came again, but this time it wasn't for her sake, but for D's. She finally knew what he had been trying to say. He was who he was because he was afraid of what would happen to the other. And now, that he confessed that he loved her, this would make it hard for D to cope for when Doris did pass on.
She sat up and looked at him lying there. Taking his arm, she pulled him up and into her embrace, her arms wrapped around his neck, tears falling down her cheeks and into his hair. "I understand. I finally understand," she whispered in a teary voice. "But that won't stop me from loving you, D. After what we've done, you can't push me away," she continued on. There was a brief moment of silence, the room was filled only with their breathing and the few sniffles Doris let out. "But, for now, let's live in the moment... take what we can while we still can."
D
Now she understood! D almost wanted to hit her, but he had never hit a woman before... well not one that was unarmed, and he had just made love to. He sighed and let her hang onto him, his expression went back to its usual stoic expression, but it was softer than usual. This was going to be difficult. Did he even have the right to hunt Nobility when he had just bitten and bedded a mortal female? The same acts he was hunting them down for.
It wasn't until a good hour had passed that D spoke up, his eyes meeting Doris's. "You need to sleep. And I need to finish that," D stated as his eyes darted to the bathtub. "In the morning I'm…," D stopped himself. "I need to think… alone," he added.
Doris
There were still his clothes that he had to take care of, and so, she let him go and headed to her bed when he told her to sleep. She didn't realize how tired her body was, and sure enough, tomorrow morning, sores and aches would appear. When she had entered into her room, she left the door slightly opened, just to let D know that she would never shut him out of her life, and if he wanted, he could sleep with her. The last thought, of course, was a bit silly. Their actions would have repercussions, affecting both sides. Her wish had come true, but would it last forever?
She had a feeling when he hastily added his "I need to think alone" bit, Doris got the impression that he would leave. She would crumble if he did. Things were different between them, and come morning, it would be even harder. Turning on her side, facing the window, Doris replayed their love making in her mind, her fingers brushing against the spot on her neck- where he drew blood. She soon fell asleep.
To be continued.
