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A/N: I was reading some VHD FF's and suddenly this idea came to me. I didn't see any other fics out there that had this so I finally decided to post it. Hope everyone enjoys!
~ The Hunt ~
Chapter 1 - The Pale Rider
The heat . . . the wretched heat burning through my skin. My nostrils flaring as I breathe in the essence of summer. Once green grass, now brown, banging against my legs. It grows long; looking as though it hasn't been cut in years. The howling of the wind pierces my ears with its sharp noise.
I reach my destination. Another town filled with the horror of a creature . . . a creature of the night. It haunts them, plays with them, and then discards them like damaged dolls. Creatures such as this are the true evil of this earth. Yet, I realize that I am half of one. Their blood courses through my veins and flows into my human heart. This is why I hate myself, cursed for all eternity. I am the one that vampires are afraid of, and disgusted by humans. I am the vampire hunter called D.
"You're late." An old man looks out of the corner of his eyes. He doesn't want to see the dunpeal, just glances at him. He's too afraid to look at his nightly features, too afraid to admit what he is doing. "The creature is about thirty miles away from here. Probably asleep right now, getting ready to feed on us innocents." The man gave a disgusted look; "I'm only hiring you because you're the best."
"I understand." D stood there silent, letting the older man continue.
"I hope you are able to start tonight. She'll show herself shortly after sunset."
"She?"
"Yes, she." The man turned around and saw a clear view of D for the first time. His face was as a pale as the moon, he was tall and slender, but showed great strength. He looked like the creatures, he was beautiful. "Is there a problem with that?"
D looked the man in the eyes to give him his sincerity. "No, not at all." He turned around to start walking away, "If you'll excuse me, I must receive some rest."
"You'll need it. She's very old. Villagers say she's lived for over a thousand years."
D showed the old man his appreciation for the information, and then left.
The sun reached its doom, while the moon shined down over the small town. All the villagers locked themselves in, as they knew their nightmare would soon come. D stepped out in the middle of the dusty road. A few villagers lit lanterns so he could see better, though he can see more clearly at night than during the day.
"Well . . . the townsmen are more ignorant than what I thought." No one was to be seen, not with the naked eye. Only a voice was heard. A female voice that sounded angelic, like it was singing to each word spoken.
"Come out vampire." D looked around to see if he could find her.
The vampire showed herself. Golden locks of hair flowed down from her head lying gracefully over her pale shoulders. Her eyes were a deep shade of brown, almost black. The way she moved through the air was intoxicating. She was the most beautiful creature D has ever laid eyes on.
She looked at D, astonished by his appearance. "You're a dunpeal?"
"Yes," D replied.
She continued to look at him, soaking in his beauty for she never imagined a dunpeal to look like him. "You are the one they hired to kill me, are you not?"
"I am," he replied once more.
Disappointed by his answer the female vampire let out a sigh. "I should introduce myself before I kill you, instead. I am Countess Ambrit Filenna. And you are?"
"D."
"D?" She laughed, "Just D?"
"Yes." D listened to her laugh, trying to memorize it. It was an extraordinary laugh, sounded like a soprano choir.
"Then I believe we should begin our feud." Ambrit rushed to D with tremendous force. Too fast of movement for a human to detect. She slashed her fingernails at him, trying to scratch him to see if he actually bled.
D drew out his sword, slinging it at her to protect himself from her deadly scratch. She fought well, which wasn't a surprise considering her age. He grabbed her by the arm, while she tried to attack him from behind. Unable to leave his grip, Ambrit lashed her leg causing him to fall down, but to her surprise causing her to go along with him. With his sword still in his hand, D moved on top of her and brought it to her neck.
"Go ahead, then! Kill me!" She looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. "Unleash me from this hell!"
D drew his head back as he heard her speak such words. He tried sinking his sword into her throat, but something held him back. Why couldn't he bring himself to kill her?
"Kill her! Now is the best time!" The spirit yelled in D's mind.
D withdrew his sword and rose from Ambrit's shapely form. She looked up at him in shock and planted her feet back down on the ground. "Why . . . why I don't understand?"
"Leave." D started walking away. Ambrit watched as the silent dunpeal left her in the middle of the road, unharmed.
A/N: Well that's the first chapter! Hopefully the next one will be posted soon.
FEEDBACK: Live for it!
A/N: I was reading some VHD FF's and suddenly this idea came to me. I didn't see any other fics out there that had this so I finally decided to post it. Hope everyone enjoys!
~ The Hunt ~
Chapter 1 - The Pale Rider
The heat . . . the wretched heat burning through my skin. My nostrils flaring as I breathe in the essence of summer. Once green grass, now brown, banging against my legs. It grows long; looking as though it hasn't been cut in years. The howling of the wind pierces my ears with its sharp noise.
I reach my destination. Another town filled with the horror of a creature . . . a creature of the night. It haunts them, plays with them, and then discards them like damaged dolls. Creatures such as this are the true evil of this earth. Yet, I realize that I am half of one. Their blood courses through my veins and flows into my human heart. This is why I hate myself, cursed for all eternity. I am the one that vampires are afraid of, and disgusted by humans. I am the vampire hunter called D.
"You're late." An old man looks out of the corner of his eyes. He doesn't want to see the dunpeal, just glances at him. He's too afraid to look at his nightly features, too afraid to admit what he is doing. "The creature is about thirty miles away from here. Probably asleep right now, getting ready to feed on us innocents." The man gave a disgusted look; "I'm only hiring you because you're the best."
"I understand." D stood there silent, letting the older man continue.
"I hope you are able to start tonight. She'll show herself shortly after sunset."
"She?"
"Yes, she." The man turned around and saw a clear view of D for the first time. His face was as a pale as the moon, he was tall and slender, but showed great strength. He looked like the creatures, he was beautiful. "Is there a problem with that?"
D looked the man in the eyes to give him his sincerity. "No, not at all." He turned around to start walking away, "If you'll excuse me, I must receive some rest."
"You'll need it. She's very old. Villagers say she's lived for over a thousand years."
D showed the old man his appreciation for the information, and then left.
The sun reached its doom, while the moon shined down over the small town. All the villagers locked themselves in, as they knew their nightmare would soon come. D stepped out in the middle of the dusty road. A few villagers lit lanterns so he could see better, though he can see more clearly at night than during the day.
"Well . . . the townsmen are more ignorant than what I thought." No one was to be seen, not with the naked eye. Only a voice was heard. A female voice that sounded angelic, like it was singing to each word spoken.
"Come out vampire." D looked around to see if he could find her.
The vampire showed herself. Golden locks of hair flowed down from her head lying gracefully over her pale shoulders. Her eyes were a deep shade of brown, almost black. The way she moved through the air was intoxicating. She was the most beautiful creature D has ever laid eyes on.
She looked at D, astonished by his appearance. "You're a dunpeal?"
"Yes," D replied.
She continued to look at him, soaking in his beauty for she never imagined a dunpeal to look like him. "You are the one they hired to kill me, are you not?"
"I am," he replied once more.
Disappointed by his answer the female vampire let out a sigh. "I should introduce myself before I kill you, instead. I am Countess Ambrit Filenna. And you are?"
"D."
"D?" She laughed, "Just D?"
"Yes." D listened to her laugh, trying to memorize it. It was an extraordinary laugh, sounded like a soprano choir.
"Then I believe we should begin our feud." Ambrit rushed to D with tremendous force. Too fast of movement for a human to detect. She slashed her fingernails at him, trying to scratch him to see if he actually bled.
D drew out his sword, slinging it at her to protect himself from her deadly scratch. She fought well, which wasn't a surprise considering her age. He grabbed her by the arm, while she tried to attack him from behind. Unable to leave his grip, Ambrit lashed her leg causing him to fall down, but to her surprise causing her to go along with him. With his sword still in his hand, D moved on top of her and brought it to her neck.
"Go ahead, then! Kill me!" She looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. "Unleash me from this hell!"
D drew his head back as he heard her speak such words. He tried sinking his sword into her throat, but something held him back. Why couldn't he bring himself to kill her?
"Kill her! Now is the best time!" The spirit yelled in D's mind.
D withdrew his sword and rose from Ambrit's shapely form. She looked up at him in shock and planted her feet back down on the ground. "Why . . . why I don't understand?"
"Leave." D started walking away. Ambrit watched as the silent dunpeal left her in the middle of the road, unharmed.
A/N: Well that's the first chapter! Hopefully the next one will be posted soon.
