Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Hunter D. It'd be cool if I did, but, well, I don't. The events in this fanfic are of my own imagination. Any similarity to any other fic is purely coincidental. But you can't help but sound similar to someone at sometime or other. This is my first fic based on my own characters (except D, of course). I hope you all enjoy it. And if you could review, I'd really like it. Now, on with the fic! :D
Just Another Assignment?
Day 1: Let's Get Ready To Rumble
The cool autumn breeze blew through his hair. As the cool air hit his face, he was snapped back into reality. He had been thinking of his childhood, perhaps the happiest time of his life.
His mother and father loved him more than life. The first of three children, a lot of responsibility was put on him. But he was always happy to be trusted. Never once did he feel unloved. In his late teens, though, he discovered what he was. A half-breed. Vampire and Human. He soon began to loath himself, and his mother and father as well. He wanted nothing to do with his family anymore. He hated his father for being what he was, and his mother, who never wished to hurt him, for letting such a child be created. He soon left his home, vowing never to return. When he caught wind of his mother's death many years later, he was devastated, but still very angry. Possibly the dumbest thing he ever did, was to miss his mother funeral.
Before he could shed a tear of anger, remorse, and regret, a desperate voice called out to him.
"Please sir! Wait! Could you possibly be of any assistance to me?! Oh please, STOP!!"
He planned to stop any way, but something in this persons voice almost halted him in his tracks. Shaking this feeling off, he waited for the person to catch up. He thought to himself how he'd heard desperate cries for his help more times than he could remember. He knew the drill. Sense a vampire; travel down a lone road; wait for someone to run out, pleading for help; agree to kill the vampire; do so; bid a fond farewell; then do it all over again. Never anything new in this respect.
As he pulled his horse to a stop, the one in need of his services bounded up to him.
"Thank you so much for stopping. I need help, and you look like you could help me. I…I've been kissed by a…a vampire. The infamous Count Rayon. I don't know what he wants with me, but I don't want to find out. I need someone like you to um…well…destroy him for me. Could you please help?"
He looked down from atop his horse to see that it was a rather beautiful young girl pleading to him. She was about 17, maybe 18. She had stunning blue eyes and long, black hair. She was also tall, and had a very athletic look to her. He quickly shook himself of her image, though. After all, he wasn't looking for love.
He dismounted and went over to the girl. He kneeled down to examine the wound on her neck. Satisfied, he stood up and gave her his answer.
"Alright, I'll help." Is all he said.
She looked up at him. He was tall. Very tall. And extremely muscular.
'Not bad. Not bad at all,' she thought to herself, happily taking her mind off of her predicament.
"I haven't much to offer, but whatever you desire, I'll try my best to get it for you." She
said as she led him to her home.
As he followed her, he mentally prepared himself for the task ahead. He couldn't help solemnly thinking, though, that this was going to be just another assignment. He would soon discover just how wrong he was.
Just Another Assignment?
Day 1: Let's Get Ready To Rumble
The cool autumn breeze blew through his hair. As the cool air hit his face, he was snapped back into reality. He had been thinking of his childhood, perhaps the happiest time of his life.
His mother and father loved him more than life. The first of three children, a lot of responsibility was put on him. But he was always happy to be trusted. Never once did he feel unloved. In his late teens, though, he discovered what he was. A half-breed. Vampire and Human. He soon began to loath himself, and his mother and father as well. He wanted nothing to do with his family anymore. He hated his father for being what he was, and his mother, who never wished to hurt him, for letting such a child be created. He soon left his home, vowing never to return. When he caught wind of his mother's death many years later, he was devastated, but still very angry. Possibly the dumbest thing he ever did, was to miss his mother funeral.
Before he could shed a tear of anger, remorse, and regret, a desperate voice called out to him.
"Please sir! Wait! Could you possibly be of any assistance to me?! Oh please, STOP!!"
He planned to stop any way, but something in this persons voice almost halted him in his tracks. Shaking this feeling off, he waited for the person to catch up. He thought to himself how he'd heard desperate cries for his help more times than he could remember. He knew the drill. Sense a vampire; travel down a lone road; wait for someone to run out, pleading for help; agree to kill the vampire; do so; bid a fond farewell; then do it all over again. Never anything new in this respect.
As he pulled his horse to a stop, the one in need of his services bounded up to him.
"Thank you so much for stopping. I need help, and you look like you could help me. I…I've been kissed by a…a vampire. The infamous Count Rayon. I don't know what he wants with me, but I don't want to find out. I need someone like you to um…well…destroy him for me. Could you please help?"
He looked down from atop his horse to see that it was a rather beautiful young girl pleading to him. She was about 17, maybe 18. She had stunning blue eyes and long, black hair. She was also tall, and had a very athletic look to her. He quickly shook himself of her image, though. After all, he wasn't looking for love.
He dismounted and went over to the girl. He kneeled down to examine the wound on her neck. Satisfied, he stood up and gave her his answer.
"Alright, I'll help." Is all he said.
She looked up at him. He was tall. Very tall. And extremely muscular.
'Not bad. Not bad at all,' she thought to herself, happily taking her mind off of her predicament.
"I haven't much to offer, but whatever you desire, I'll try my best to get it for you." She
said as she led him to her home.
As he followed her, he mentally prepared himself for the task ahead. He couldn't help solemnly thinking, though, that this was going to be just another assignment. He would soon discover just how wrong he was.