DISCLAIMER: No no no . . . you're not going to do it! You sue me NOT!
FEEDBACK: Oh please! I love to read what people think, rather if it's good or bad.
Author's Note: I was thinking about making this fic into D's POV, but I decided not to. Not because it's too hard, but because I also wanted to bring out other people's thoughts on D. But, this chapter is more of D's POV.
I realize that a lot of people like to see D paired up with another guy. Though I don't mind reading yaoi fics, some of them are quite good; I just wanted to see D with a girl, and with something that he hates. Ne-who . . . enough of my babbling, let the story continue!
~ The Hunt ~
Chapter 2 - Palace of the Dark
The heat of the night is wearing down, finally. I can now feel a cool breeze lift my hair. The darkness has always been a comfort for me. It is a comfort that comes to me because of my blood . . . because of what I am. It is what keeps me alive for all eternity. I wish to die . . . not live. I cannot . . . with the knowledge of what is out there, I cannot die.
***
There it is. The horrid place where that creature sleeps. That beautiful creature, which has a voice of an angel and eyes of a monster. I could see into those dark eyes. They showed suffering, but from what? Is that why I could not kill her?
It doesn't matter now! I will kill her . . .
The castle is dark. Black, stoned walls showed chipping from being through ages of weather. The bridge was old, as well, with dark cobblestones placed across. The chains that arched over it began to rust due to rain. Eyes glowed from the entrance. Wolves or other vampiric creatures, protecting their goddess.
As I approached, their figures became clear. Yes, they were wolves, snarling and bearing their sharp teeth at me. Though they could not do anything, the door opened from within the castle. Looking through the lit entrance, I could see no one.
"What do you want?" The same angelic voice that spoke to me earlier called out. From where, though?
"You wanted to die. You wanted me to unleash you from this hell. Why?" I continued to search for her. I wanted to see her. No . . . I needed to see her.
"Yes, I did say those things. And yes, I meant what I said." She walked down the long, spiral stairs heading toward me. A black gown hung from her pale body, allowing view of her slender legs and upper chest. Slowly, she began to speak again, "I have never known a dunpeal to be near breathtaking as you are."
She lifted her hands, trying to place them on my cheeks. I could not let her touch me. I knew what she was doing, so I backed away. "I've never known a creature as yourself to long for death."
I could see the sadness in her eyes, and felt something in my gut. What was it? I've never felt it before. She turned around, no longer letting me see those black eyes that showed such emotion. "Will you not kill me? Do you only kill my kind that wish to live?"
Taken back by her words, I let out a gasp. My right hand clutched my sword, ready to cut through her. She wishes for this . . . she wishes to die. I should grant it to her.
Her eyes drifted to mine, tears forming. "Please . . . please."
Why does she want to die? Why?
Author's Note: I'm going to post the next chapter up soon, because I do realize that this is rather short. I'll try posting at least two more chapters before I go on vacation, so there might be a multiple update of chapters.
FEEDBACK: Oh please! I love to read what people think, rather if it's good or bad.
Author's Note: I was thinking about making this fic into D's POV, but I decided not to. Not because it's too hard, but because I also wanted to bring out other people's thoughts on D. But, this chapter is more of D's POV.
I realize that a lot of people like to see D paired up with another guy. Though I don't mind reading yaoi fics, some of them are quite good; I just wanted to see D with a girl, and with something that he hates. Ne-who . . . enough of my babbling, let the story continue!
~ The Hunt ~
Chapter 2 - Palace of the Dark
The heat of the night is wearing down, finally. I can now feel a cool breeze lift my hair. The darkness has always been a comfort for me. It is a comfort that comes to me because of my blood . . . because of what I am. It is what keeps me alive for all eternity. I wish to die . . . not live. I cannot . . . with the knowledge of what is out there, I cannot die.
***
There it is. The horrid place where that creature sleeps. That beautiful creature, which has a voice of an angel and eyes of a monster. I could see into those dark eyes. They showed suffering, but from what? Is that why I could not kill her?
It doesn't matter now! I will kill her . . .
The castle is dark. Black, stoned walls showed chipping from being through ages of weather. The bridge was old, as well, with dark cobblestones placed across. The chains that arched over it began to rust due to rain. Eyes glowed from the entrance. Wolves or other vampiric creatures, protecting their goddess.
As I approached, their figures became clear. Yes, they were wolves, snarling and bearing their sharp teeth at me. Though they could not do anything, the door opened from within the castle. Looking through the lit entrance, I could see no one.
"What do you want?" The same angelic voice that spoke to me earlier called out. From where, though?
"You wanted to die. You wanted me to unleash you from this hell. Why?" I continued to search for her. I wanted to see her. No . . . I needed to see her.
"Yes, I did say those things. And yes, I meant what I said." She walked down the long, spiral stairs heading toward me. A black gown hung from her pale body, allowing view of her slender legs and upper chest. Slowly, she began to speak again, "I have never known a dunpeal to be near breathtaking as you are."
She lifted her hands, trying to place them on my cheeks. I could not let her touch me. I knew what she was doing, so I backed away. "I've never known a creature as yourself to long for death."
I could see the sadness in her eyes, and felt something in my gut. What was it? I've never felt it before. She turned around, no longer letting me see those black eyes that showed such emotion. "Will you not kill me? Do you only kill my kind that wish to live?"
Taken back by her words, I let out a gasp. My right hand clutched my sword, ready to cut through her. She wishes for this . . . she wishes to die. I should grant it to her.
Her eyes drifted to mine, tears forming. "Please . . . please."
Why does she want to die? Why?
Author's Note: I'm going to post the next chapter up soon, because I do realize that this is rather short. I'll try posting at least two more chapters before I go on vacation, so there might be a multiple update of chapters.