Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Hunter D that credit I will happily say goes to Hideyuki Kikuchi, and some other people. I could never think up something that good...HA! Don't sue me or anything…I might cry…really…I would. (AN: I have not read the novels only seen the two movies so I'm going to change the story line a little and do some improvisation…hope you enjoy!)
Thank you for the reviews for the first chapter…I love you guys...*sniffle snot*
And now…On with the story.
Chapter One: To the town of the Unforgiven
He sat atop his horse and gazed at the path. Maybe he had made an ill decision coming here. It has been so long. He didn't know if he could face her after all these years. But he was given a lot of time to think about the past and how he felt about her decision. I am so alone… He instantly banished this whining from his mind. He felt the symbiot move and stretch out of his hand. It turned his arm to face him.
"It's all right to admit that you are alone you know…" The symbiot looked genuinely concerned. It frowned, "Ya know, not healthy keeping it all inside." D clicked to the horse and continued to listen to the creature. "Not like you have to be all macho all the time. I mean…even monarchs and some of the oldest vampires have breaking points. Ya know…royalty and all…" It smirked. D had heard enough; he grabbed his glove and replaced it back on his hand gripping the reins. D had always wondered why Setau was considered such a gift. Well, of course there were times he was helpful, but did he have to be so annoying? Setau mumbled something inaudible against the reins.
As the horse clopped along, metal shoes clanked against the rocks. D's thoughts came slowly trickling through the wall of ice around his emotions. So many years ago… The chilly wind bit at his skin. He pulled his cloak's collar up and fastened it in front of his face. Listening to the pine trees swish in the breeze, he could almost hear her voice carry on the bristles, her sad but sweet face staring back at him in his mind. I left her alone… He frowned and stared down at the horse's mane.
Two hours passed; the dirt road gave way to cobblestone and irises bordered the sides. He surveyed the town, quiet and kind to the eye. The street lamps were lit and couples walked along the avenue. Houses were well kept and a few older couples sat in swings on the porches. Many waved with friendly smiles at D as he passed but he looked straight ahead, he knew where he had to go and nothing could tear his mind away from it now.
Slowly the horse began to stop as D let his hands rest on the saddle horn. Something in his mind told him to turn around now, but he was already there standing in front of the house. Near the other side of town the small cottage sat, the front yard was in full bloom. Flowers of all kinds sprouted forth to meet the night air. The smell was nearly overwhelming as he stepped from the saddle. His heart was heavy, but he walked on toward the front door. He quickly knocked and backed away. He waited a few seconds and turned his cloak billowing in the wind. He heard something behind him, "Can I help you?" The voice was softly feminine like an orchid petal floating on a gentle fall zephyr. He stopped, This was a bad idea.
Till next time,
Seraphim of The Dark Moon