This is my second Vampire Hunter D story, so it might sound a little wierd, but this is in fact my dream I had. Something close to it. Not more then a few months ago I had a dream that I was captured by some men and sold off to a Vampire Lord. This story is mostly written off of that plotline that was my dream. I hope you like it.
I don't own anything that is of Vampire Hunter D, not sure who the owner is but I am really JEALOUS of them right now. *sighs* Althougth they own Vampire Hunter D I, however, do own this story plot. Well, I could say my dreams own it really, but that is just really weird to think about. o_O Enjoy the Story!! :P
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Written by: bchan
Story Name: A Light in the Shadows
Prologue: Fear of the Dark...
The room was dark and the stench of foul things made her eyes flutter open. Coming to her sense's she cocked her head to the side, trying to hear all the noises about her. Voices could be heard down the hall, and the crackle of the fire that she could faintly see through the iron bars of her cell. Looking up she could see her hands were tightly manackled to chains held by a large ring protruding from the wall. The darkness about her was stinging her eyes, as they were adjusting slowly to the mirky shadows. The voices were suddenly growing closer and closer as the bright fire danced on the walls coming towards her cell. Standing up, she pulled on her chains, trying to find any possible way of escaping this dungeon.
Her efforts to free herself were noted by the men as they came inside. One held a torch above his head bringing light into the cell, while the other walked over to her. She noticed then that he held the keys of her salvation, and saw them jingling at his side. The man came up to her and pulled her down to the ground, and undid the manackles at her wrists. The other came closer, as the one who released her bound her yet again with robe. He tied them tighter then the chains had been, and her wrists felt the pain of it, but she did not cry out. They pulled her to her feet and walked out of the cell and shut the door behind them, the flames from the torch fell across the wall like the dancing of a thousand gypsies.
Chapter One: Shadows that Speak...
Standing in the shadows of the buildings, people and carts could be seen meandering by them. Brown eyes looked out from under the long hat and looked on at another being also hidden.
"You called for my services?" a dark voice spoke.
"Yes. I need you to take care of something for me. If you wish to accept this task."
The figure came from the shadows and the brim of the long hat had hid the features of the man underneith it. His face was sleek and his eyes hard and searching. Long dark hair fell from beneath it and framed his pale face.
"I will accept If you first tell me the task."
The other man came from the shadows. His hair was blondish and pulled back in a small ponytail. The features of this one were not handsome, yet were fair to look upon. He stared up at the dark figure and grinned.
"Kill a certain vampire and you will receive more then this if you bring back his head." he said, holding up a bag of coins.
The purse jingled as he swung it back and forth. The one looked from under the brim of his hat and stared through the other, as if the coin purse ment nothing to him. He shifted his weight and pondered if he should accept or not.
"Yes, I will accept. Tell me who and where and I will be off to complete the task." he replied, his cloak shifting from the slight wind moving about them.
The other man smiled and handed the purse of coins over. "His name is Alasaph. He has killed many of our towns people, and we agreed to hier the best hunter to take care of this problem. Just so happens that you are the best." the man said, backing up into the shadows again, as the people from the streets still went about their business. The other was pocketing the purse and pulled his cloak more about him.
"He resides inside the ruins of an old castle just east outside of our town. There are things that lurk about those ruins that even I have never seen, but in the dark of night... who knows what is there. Be careful and make sure to return with his head, then you will recieve the rest." he said.
The other nodded and mounted the horse that lay in the shadows behind him. "Good luck!" the man said, backing from the shadows and out towards the busy street.
The mounted one stared at him. "I will not need luck." he replied, his tone almost a whisper. As the man walked out into the street ahead, he disappeared into the town along with the others walking past.
Looking back into the darkness of the alleyway, he pulled the horse about and walked it in the opposite direction, into the towns backways. "You won't need luck huh, D?" a sarcastic voice spoke. D looked down at his hand and narrowed his eyes. "If it's not luck that gets you through all the fighting I've seen you in, then I don't know what it is!" the hand spoke, its black eyes looking about. D sighed and looked back towards the road, gripping the reins with both hands, shutting out the voice of the deamon.
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The men who took her from the cell, had wrapped a thin piece of cloth about her eyes. She could not see where they were going as they stopped many times and dragged her through many doorways. At one point they stopped and left her standing alone. She felt the piercing gazes of people in the room. Was she being judged for some reason? Where they mocking her appearance? Many things ran through her mind, but she heard nothing of the ones staring at her. It sent chills down her spine to be so vulnerable, but the chance of escaping even now that no one held her were near to zero.
' I must make it out of here, somehow... I can't let my fate be left in these two mens hands.' she thought to herself, standing exactly still.
She stood there for what seemed forever before the room suddenly felt empty. The contents seemed to have disappeared or crept out some passage, but she never once heard a sound. From off to the left somewhere she felt the presence of someone very powerful and it made her heart skip a beat.
"Ahh, and who is this beautiful lady?" spoke a voice, it was dark and the power from it drove her to tears.
She did not reply to him and he walked towards her, the evil in him seemed to burn her skin as he came closer.
"Can she not speak? I want to be able to hear the screams of my prey!" he said to the two men who seemed to have come back into the room. "She can speak M'lord Alasaph, she is being sneaky and sly!" one of them replied.
Their lord turned back towards her and grabbed her chin lightly, but the force behind his grip could change at any second, and she knew this by the power she felt infront of her. "Speak fair one, or I shall make you as mute as you are pretending to be." he whispered into her ear.
She began to breath heavily as she felt his breath on her tingling cheek, but the words he said made her fear rise. "I... I can speak." she whispered, her words slurred from fear.
Alasaph walked about her and nodded. He approved of this morsal they had brought him tonight. She was lovely to look upon, with fair skin, high cheakbones, long cascading hair past her waist. The beauty that was her radiated from every part of her body, but the scar that went from just above her left brow down to her left ear. It was an old scar, but he still looked back at the two guardsmen. They looked back up at him with innocence in their eyes, and he knew that they had not put it upon her skin.
"So you can I now hear. What is the name that is one so beautiful?" he said grabbing the rope that bound her wrists, tugging at it playfully.
Taking a slow gulp she lowered her head towards the ground, which rewarded her with his grasp that pulled her chin back up to look into his face. She somewhat wished that he would remove the blindfold that covered her eyes, but somehow she thought that being blind to this evil would be better then truely being faced with it.
"Safren." she spoke. Alasaph narrowed his eyes and pulled her closer to him. "What did you say?" he growled. She looked up towards his face with hidden defiance. "I said, my name is Safren." she whispered, hoping he would not detect her defiant tone. Alasaph, however, did and pulled her so close that their bodies touched in places she wished they were not. His face was inches away from hers, and he smelled the wafting aroma that was a mortal and his senses were honed to only her and nothing else. Safren could feel his breath on her, and his tightening grip made her cringe with fear.
'What is he doing to me?' she thought over and over again. He tipped her head over to the side and Safren could feel his breath growing hotter and hotter, as he drew his fangs and scrapped them along the skin at her neck. She started to fight with him, but he hugged her so tightly that she felt her lungs exhale all the air inside them, and then fainted as small dots filled her vision and turned to blackness. He smiled, and with a vampires finesse he sank his sharp fangs into the flesh of her neck.
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What's going to happen to dear little Safren? Is she going to be turned into a vampire, sucked dry of all her life-blood? Well if you want to find out what IS going to happen next then you will have to come back after I finish the next chapter. I post when I finish the chapter, so here is chapter one? How did you like it? If you have comments or questions, please send them to me at sakura_blossom@hotmail.com... Thanks! :)
I don't own anything that is of Vampire Hunter D, not sure who the owner is but I am really JEALOUS of them right now. *sighs* Althougth they own Vampire Hunter D I, however, do own this story plot. Well, I could say my dreams own it really, but that is just really weird to think about. o_O Enjoy the Story!! :P
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Written by: bchan
Story Name: A Light in the Shadows
Prologue: Fear of the Dark...
The room was dark and the stench of foul things made her eyes flutter open. Coming to her sense's she cocked her head to the side, trying to hear all the noises about her. Voices could be heard down the hall, and the crackle of the fire that she could faintly see through the iron bars of her cell. Looking up she could see her hands were tightly manackled to chains held by a large ring protruding from the wall. The darkness about her was stinging her eyes, as they were adjusting slowly to the mirky shadows. The voices were suddenly growing closer and closer as the bright fire danced on the walls coming towards her cell. Standing up, she pulled on her chains, trying to find any possible way of escaping this dungeon.
Her efforts to free herself were noted by the men as they came inside. One held a torch above his head bringing light into the cell, while the other walked over to her. She noticed then that he held the keys of her salvation, and saw them jingling at his side. The man came up to her and pulled her down to the ground, and undid the manackles at her wrists. The other came closer, as the one who released her bound her yet again with robe. He tied them tighter then the chains had been, and her wrists felt the pain of it, but she did not cry out. They pulled her to her feet and walked out of the cell and shut the door behind them, the flames from the torch fell across the wall like the dancing of a thousand gypsies.
Chapter One: Shadows that Speak...
Standing in the shadows of the buildings, people and carts could be seen meandering by them. Brown eyes looked out from under the long hat and looked on at another being also hidden.
"You called for my services?" a dark voice spoke.
"Yes. I need you to take care of something for me. If you wish to accept this task."
The figure came from the shadows and the brim of the long hat had hid the features of the man underneith it. His face was sleek and his eyes hard and searching. Long dark hair fell from beneath it and framed his pale face.
"I will accept If you first tell me the task."
The other man came from the shadows. His hair was blondish and pulled back in a small ponytail. The features of this one were not handsome, yet were fair to look upon. He stared up at the dark figure and grinned.
"Kill a certain vampire and you will receive more then this if you bring back his head." he said, holding up a bag of coins.
The purse jingled as he swung it back and forth. The one looked from under the brim of his hat and stared through the other, as if the coin purse ment nothing to him. He shifted his weight and pondered if he should accept or not.
"Yes, I will accept. Tell me who and where and I will be off to complete the task." he replied, his cloak shifting from the slight wind moving about them.
The other man smiled and handed the purse of coins over. "His name is Alasaph. He has killed many of our towns people, and we agreed to hier the best hunter to take care of this problem. Just so happens that you are the best." the man said, backing up into the shadows again, as the people from the streets still went about their business. The other was pocketing the purse and pulled his cloak more about him.
"He resides inside the ruins of an old castle just east outside of our town. There are things that lurk about those ruins that even I have never seen, but in the dark of night... who knows what is there. Be careful and make sure to return with his head, then you will recieve the rest." he said.
The other nodded and mounted the horse that lay in the shadows behind him. "Good luck!" the man said, backing from the shadows and out towards the busy street.
The mounted one stared at him. "I will not need luck." he replied, his tone almost a whisper. As the man walked out into the street ahead, he disappeared into the town along with the others walking past.
Looking back into the darkness of the alleyway, he pulled the horse about and walked it in the opposite direction, into the towns backways. "You won't need luck huh, D?" a sarcastic voice spoke. D looked down at his hand and narrowed his eyes. "If it's not luck that gets you through all the fighting I've seen you in, then I don't know what it is!" the hand spoke, its black eyes looking about. D sighed and looked back towards the road, gripping the reins with both hands, shutting out the voice of the deamon.
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The men who took her from the cell, had wrapped a thin piece of cloth about her eyes. She could not see where they were going as they stopped many times and dragged her through many doorways. At one point they stopped and left her standing alone. She felt the piercing gazes of people in the room. Was she being judged for some reason? Where they mocking her appearance? Many things ran through her mind, but she heard nothing of the ones staring at her. It sent chills down her spine to be so vulnerable, but the chance of escaping even now that no one held her were near to zero.
' I must make it out of here, somehow... I can't let my fate be left in these two mens hands.' she thought to herself, standing exactly still.
She stood there for what seemed forever before the room suddenly felt empty. The contents seemed to have disappeared or crept out some passage, but she never once heard a sound. From off to the left somewhere she felt the presence of someone very powerful and it made her heart skip a beat.
"Ahh, and who is this beautiful lady?" spoke a voice, it was dark and the power from it drove her to tears.
She did not reply to him and he walked towards her, the evil in him seemed to burn her skin as he came closer.
"Can she not speak? I want to be able to hear the screams of my prey!" he said to the two men who seemed to have come back into the room. "She can speak M'lord Alasaph, she is being sneaky and sly!" one of them replied.
Their lord turned back towards her and grabbed her chin lightly, but the force behind his grip could change at any second, and she knew this by the power she felt infront of her. "Speak fair one, or I shall make you as mute as you are pretending to be." he whispered into her ear.
She began to breath heavily as she felt his breath on her tingling cheek, but the words he said made her fear rise. "I... I can speak." she whispered, her words slurred from fear.
Alasaph walked about her and nodded. He approved of this morsal they had brought him tonight. She was lovely to look upon, with fair skin, high cheakbones, long cascading hair past her waist. The beauty that was her radiated from every part of her body, but the scar that went from just above her left brow down to her left ear. It was an old scar, but he still looked back at the two guardsmen. They looked back up at him with innocence in their eyes, and he knew that they had not put it upon her skin.
"So you can I now hear. What is the name that is one so beautiful?" he said grabbing the rope that bound her wrists, tugging at it playfully.
Taking a slow gulp she lowered her head towards the ground, which rewarded her with his grasp that pulled her chin back up to look into his face. She somewhat wished that he would remove the blindfold that covered her eyes, but somehow she thought that being blind to this evil would be better then truely being faced with it.
"Safren." she spoke. Alasaph narrowed his eyes and pulled her closer to him. "What did you say?" he growled. She looked up towards his face with hidden defiance. "I said, my name is Safren." she whispered, hoping he would not detect her defiant tone. Alasaph, however, did and pulled her so close that their bodies touched in places she wished they were not. His face was inches away from hers, and he smelled the wafting aroma that was a mortal and his senses were honed to only her and nothing else. Safren could feel his breath on her, and his tightening grip made her cringe with fear.
'What is he doing to me?' she thought over and over again. He tipped her head over to the side and Safren could feel his breath growing hotter and hotter, as he drew his fangs and scrapped them along the skin at her neck. She started to fight with him, but he hugged her so tightly that she felt her lungs exhale all the air inside them, and then fainted as small dots filled her vision and turned to blackness. He smiled, and with a vampires finesse he sank his sharp fangs into the flesh of her neck.
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What's going to happen to dear little Safren? Is she going to be turned into a vampire, sucked dry of all her life-blood? Well if you want to find out what IS going to happen next then you will have to come back after I finish the next chapter. I post when I finish the chapter, so here is chapter one? How did you like it? If you have comments or questions, please send them to me at sakura_blossom@hotmail.com... Thanks! :)