Chapter 2
It wasn't till near Sunrise when D managed to reach the nearest inn. He was lucky he even got a room. The owner it was plain to see hated Dunpeals, but when the gold was placed into their hands, they gave D the keys to a decent room, and with that he headed up the flight of stairs to his room, with Irisa in his arms.
Once in the room, D placed Irisa on the bed and removed most of her things on her except for some dark black pants and a white silk shirt. Her auburn locks lay under her as a pillow, her eyelids hid the beautiful violet iris's of her eyes.
D placed the covers over her, and he did the same stripping himself off his amour till he was in nothing but black tight pants and a white silk shirt with a white gem on the neck collar. The necklace he wore was still on, that was something he never took off, it was all he had been left with from his father, The Vampire King, and his hat, he for once took it off and placed it on the rest of his things.
Maybe it was another hour before Irisa did awaken. The pain had lessened. For that she was thankful, but what about the other Hunter? The one who had saved her. She went to sit, but felt a hand gently push her back down onto the bed.
"You need to rest."
Irisa turned her head to see D. "Who are you?" She asked.
"I am, D."
"D? I've heard of you. You are one of the best Dunpeal Hunters known." She was amazed really to have had D of all people save her.
D smiled faintly, so his name had spread more. "So it seems. What is your name?" He asked.
"Irisa."
"Irisa, if you don't mind me asking why were you taking on that whole group of vampires alone?" He asked.
"I was hired to kill them, I needed the money, but I didn't think I would run into the killer's of my only friend I ever truly cared for." She sighed. "I let my mind get clouded in the fight with old past hate, and grief. I thought I would kill Mel, but it nearly cost me my life tonight. I thank you again for saving me. If you stay with me, I will give you half of the money, it's only fair. You killed all of the other six vampires."
D didn't really want to take her money, but like her, he needed it as well. "You are most kind, and again you are welcomed." He said, relaxing in his seat.
Irisa couldn't help, but let her eyes follow the outline of his body, he was beautiful, yes, but she couldn't risk falling in love with him, not anyone. The last time she cared about someone a whole lot, they wound up dead.
"Irisa, another question, who is this...Horatio De Cannon, the one named Mel spoke of?"
Irisa shut her eyes to hold back the tears, that so wished to fall at Horatio's name. "He is the one who took me in, raised me, cared for me, when I had nobody else to turn to in my younger days." She said opening her eyes again, as a silent tear fell.
"Would you tell me about him, and how you both came to know each other." D asked her, he knew from the painful look in her eyes and the tear she carried a burden on her shoulders.
"Very well, but please forgive me if I begin to weep...It is hard for me to talk of Horatio, let alone speak his name." She said, looking up at the ceiling.
It wasn't till near Sunrise when D managed to reach the nearest inn. He was lucky he even got a room. The owner it was plain to see hated Dunpeals, but when the gold was placed into their hands, they gave D the keys to a decent room, and with that he headed up the flight of stairs to his room, with Irisa in his arms.
Once in the room, D placed Irisa on the bed and removed most of her things on her except for some dark black pants and a white silk shirt. Her auburn locks lay under her as a pillow, her eyelids hid the beautiful violet iris's of her eyes.
D placed the covers over her, and he did the same stripping himself off his amour till he was in nothing but black tight pants and a white silk shirt with a white gem on the neck collar. The necklace he wore was still on, that was something he never took off, it was all he had been left with from his father, The Vampire King, and his hat, he for once took it off and placed it on the rest of his things.
Maybe it was another hour before Irisa did awaken. The pain had lessened. For that she was thankful, but what about the other Hunter? The one who had saved her. She went to sit, but felt a hand gently push her back down onto the bed.
"You need to rest."
Irisa turned her head to see D. "Who are you?" She asked.
"I am, D."
"D? I've heard of you. You are one of the best Dunpeal Hunters known." She was amazed really to have had D of all people save her.
D smiled faintly, so his name had spread more. "So it seems. What is your name?" He asked.
"Irisa."
"Irisa, if you don't mind me asking why were you taking on that whole group of vampires alone?" He asked.
"I was hired to kill them, I needed the money, but I didn't think I would run into the killer's of my only friend I ever truly cared for." She sighed. "I let my mind get clouded in the fight with old past hate, and grief. I thought I would kill Mel, but it nearly cost me my life tonight. I thank you again for saving me. If you stay with me, I will give you half of the money, it's only fair. You killed all of the other six vampires."
D didn't really want to take her money, but like her, he needed it as well. "You are most kind, and again you are welcomed." He said, relaxing in his seat.
Irisa couldn't help, but let her eyes follow the outline of his body, he was beautiful, yes, but she couldn't risk falling in love with him, not anyone. The last time she cared about someone a whole lot, they wound up dead.
"Irisa, another question, who is this...Horatio De Cannon, the one named Mel spoke of?"
Irisa shut her eyes to hold back the tears, that so wished to fall at Horatio's name. "He is the one who took me in, raised me, cared for me, when I had nobody else to turn to in my younger days." She said opening her eyes again, as a silent tear fell.
"Would you tell me about him, and how you both came to know each other." D asked her, he knew from the painful look in her eyes and the tear she carried a burden on her shoulders.
"Very well, but please forgive me if I begin to weep...It is hard for me to talk of Horatio, let alone speak his name." She said, looking up at the ceiling.
