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!)

Chapter 2:  Orchid of a Blood Color

He could feel the warmth of her hand through his armor.  Just the warmth of her hand...the thought of it made him feel guilty.  For so long he gave her nothing, leaving her alone.  Now even unknowingly she offered warmth while even thinking him a stranger.  "May I help you?"  She repeated the question.  For once in D's life he stood frozen by her voice.  He was so afraid of what she would say when she found out it was him.  His thoughts raced as he stood there; dark contempt of his past spiraled through his mind into a flood of fright.  Lost in thought the woman made her way around him.  She peered around his shoulder and to gaze upon his face but only to find lapels of his cloak hiding all but his eyes.  A deep ageless blue looked back at her.  He studied her face for a moment; long auburn hair like his cascaded down her back.  She had soft pale blue eyes, and the face of an angel.  He quickly backed away and started to walk towards his horse before he lost bearing. 

"Please, don't leave.  You look troubled."  She rested her hand on his shoulder once again.  "Come inside, I will make you some tea."  She smiled warmly, her eyes shined bright.  She knew this man needed help and she could feel something deep tormenting him. 

He turned to her and gazed into those smiling eyes and nodded. 

I have to do this; I cannot avoid her another thousand years.  She took one of his hands and smiled at him nodding. 

He never let anyone get this close.  Much less take his hand in kind gesture.  It was as if in a trance so in shock of seeing her again.  He ducked into the small cottage and let her lead him over to a sage green couch.  Standing in front of him and blocking his way of sitting down she gestured towards the cloak.  "Would you like me to take this for you?"  He nodded but did not move.  Some strange feeling told her she could trust him, like she had known him before; so familiar but so distant at the same time.  Something plucked at her heart when she looked into those deep eyes.  He stared back at her not breathing.  She squinted her eyes and slowly reached up and undid the lapels of his cloak.  She folded them down gently and stared at his pale skin.  She blinked her eyes as if in a dream state ready to wake up.  "D?  My baby…" Tears began to fill her eyes and she put a hand to her heart.  Quickly she hugged him not letting go for a few minutes.  He struggled to hold back emotion but found it to no avail as something warm slowly ran down his skin leaving a trail of red in a sea of pearl white.  She looked to his face once again amazed at how her son had grown.  The blood that streaked his inexpressive face made her heart break, "Why have you came back to me?"  She spoke in a whisper. 

"I'm so sorry…" He replied just as quiet.  The silence in the cottage was near deafening.  The red tear dropped from his chin onto his armor.  She smiled through her tears and put her hands on the either side of his face. 

"All that matters to me now is that you have came back.  Please, stay for a while?"  He nodded in response, and began to remove his cloak.  She tenderly took hold of his hat and removed it with a kind smile.  "You look so handsome after all these years."  She noted his long shining hair and strong face, his eyes were tired, and with the underlie of thousands of years of loneliness.  He laid his cloak over his arm and watched her turn and then placed his hat on a nearby hook close to the door.  She walked back and took his cloak from him placing on the hook beside his hat.  D wanted so bad to stay here, to not let this end.  For so long he went without another caring for him; that maternal attention that he never received and tried to tell him self that he did not need.  He sat on the sofa and she seated her self in a chair across from him.  Another awkward silence fell, obvious that each other knew not what to say D's mother stood and smoothed her dark blue dress.  "Would you like some tea?" 

"Please." His voice sounded so foreign in her ears.  Deep and cheerless his tone had developed.  She wondered what he had been through all these years.  Of course his legends spread far and wide, Diana wondered if there was a land in that world not touched by his presence.  She turned and headed into the kitchen occasionally peeking around the corner to make sure he was still there.  He roamed around the living room as she thought he would and took an intrest in a sword that lay across the mantle of an extinguished fireplace.  He ran his fingers over the hilt.  Memories came back to him…

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D watched his mother begging and pleading she now lay on the ground at his feet.  "Please, don't leave me, I'm so sorry…" She fought back sobs as he pulled away from her.  A terrible anger showed in his eyes it bit at her heart when he whirled around his hair wrapping around his porcelean face.  His teeth were bared and his eyes glowed with the night moon.  He gripped the sword hard; blood began to ooze from his fist.

"How dare you beg for my forgivness…when you left us to die…alone!"  His voice, although young, echoed off the cemetary walls…

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D felt a warm hand on his shoulder.  "Let's sit down and have some tea."  She smiled at him again and went to the wrought iron coffee table sitting down a Yixing pot in the shape of a dragon.  "I'll be right back with the cups.  Have a seat sweetheart."  Diana hopped off into the kitchen.  D felt the strangest thing on his face.  It happened slowly and strangely…he found himself smiling.  He sat on the couch; maybe this comfort will last a little longer. 

AN: Don't worry, action soon enough!  Thank you for the reviews.  I will update hopefully a little more rapidly this time.  I was sick so… More to come!