AN: Hi, thanks for taking the time to stop on by. I'll be doing my best to update this in a timely fashion of course as everyone knows, sometimes real life comes and kicks your teeth in. I've got this story in the works, and a sequel in the planning stages. Who knows, it might stretch out from there!
I've always been a big fan of the Vampire Hunter D series (seventeenish odd years and then some). I've written stuff before but I took a long, long hiatus. Now however I'm feeling the urges to write again and as such figure I should share with the rest of the world my work. Read and review if you like, reviews are always appreciated but on that same note I won't 'demand reviews or I won't publish more.' In the end I'm mostly writing this 'for me' but I figure others may enjoy it as well so I'll share it.
Disclaimer: I obviously own none of the characters other than original ones I've created. The whole world and any recognizable characters belong to their respective owners. I'm not making any money off this, it's purely for fun. Once I'm done I promise to put them back in their original condition, no worse for wear.
The Prodigal Son
By: HuntressOfHearts
The house was silent, the night lamps out and the fireplace filled with dimly glowing embers. The only occasional sound was the creak of a bed or the light wind outside as it rustled leaves near the bedroom windows. All in all it seemed a calm night on the frontier. Though had anyone been awake they would have noticed as the two figures entered the house and crept silently through it. One was a smaller, lither build while the other was stocky. Their features were indecernible in the darkness of the night.
Upstairs he and his partner crept toward the bedrooms that housed their prey. The elderly woman was in one alone and would pose no great challenge, or so he suspected. With a silent motion of his hands he waved the other to go after her and the werewolf nodded in response before doing as he was bid.
Once the smaller figure was sure there were no problems with the one target and his partner's 'acquisition' of her he moved to the other bedroom. Inside the moonlight spilled through the window illuminating the figures on the bed. A man and a woman lay there, deep in sleep, the Morthas.' The husband was of no concern but the wife needed to be taken. Both for the leverage she could be used for and the bit of knowledge she may have had passed down to her. Cautiously and quietly the kidnapper made his way to her side of the bed and leaned over. A quick hand over her mouth and another on her exposed right wrist both silenced and woke her up.
"My master extended his invitation to you and your mother," the creature whispered quietly as panicked eyes took in it's blue skin, black hair and solid black eyes.
"Since you declined he felt it necessary to show you how important it is that you take the invitation this time," It continued with a vicious leer, as the grip on her wrist tightened, "Should you find it in you to decline again I'm not certain your husband will see the coming morn. Do you understand?"
If possible her eyes grew wider and her heart rate increased as she nodded as much as his hand over her mouth allowed. With a grin the creature scooped her up out of the bed and disappeared out of the house with it's partner, now carrying the woman's mother.
Hours later Jonathan Morthas opened his eyes to the sunlight of another day. When he turned to greet his wife and wake her he found himself very alone, and filled with dread.
