* Shards of Glass *
* Chapter 2: Vow Against Destiny *
* Diaz *
A/N: Sorry I've been working a lot. Socializing. Oh yeah, and trying to get my voice back from a cold. Thanks to another sick day I'm actually working on my fics. Go me!
Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Hunter D!
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Seventeen years later.
The ice clinked in a cool damp glass of the drink as a finger tapped against it. Leering eyes studied the young female that had entered their lair seemingly defenseless. Being in the sun had brought out her natural auburn highlights in her dark hair. Petite body clad in form defining black pants and a sleeveless midriff top of the same color. Hazy green- gray eyes stared off into the distance. The men in the tavern kept an eye on her and the gun strapped to her side. Conversations floated around her in the smoky room.
"Whose the looker?"
"No idea. They say she's a hunter."
"Her? Isn't she young?"
"That famous Dunpeal hunter is around."
"Shit, what are they all doing here?"
A cloaked figure moved in heading towards the bar counter.
"D, I've been waiting for you. We need to talk."
"Here?"
"No."
The young hunter stood up heading towards the door where dusk was coming upon the town.
"How do you know my name?"
"I thought everyone knew of the great vampire hunter D."
"Depends who you ask."
"Oh."
"Who are you?"
"Hmm?"
"What is your name? You know mine."
"Raine."
Silence.
"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
Click. The sound of the trigger clicking into place as a gun was pointed at his head with a steady hand.
"I can't let you leave this place alive."
"A vampire hunter?"
"More or less. This time it's a more personal matter. It's a favor to a friend."
She lowered the gun keeping steady eye contact with him.
"Be ready to die."
"I won't die easily."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Catch you later." Turning her back to him and walking off.
"This should be interesting."
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A black moon hung in the silken black night velvet sky. Crickets chirped in the heavy fragrant air of the forest. The whole night scene was tranquil. Sitting by a clear brook bubbling over smooth water polished stones was a cloaked feminine figure. A cool blade slid against the pale white skin catching quickly and drawing crimson blood that pooled in her palm dripping over the edge to the stone with a sick wet sound. The torn skin mended itself together covering the gash leaving not a trace of a scar.
"You're one of us."
"Hello, D."
"Why didn't you mention it?"
"Would it change anything?"
"No."
She slid the dagger out of sight and turned to look at him.
"You're young, but have so much hate."
"Life dealt me a harsh hand from an early age."
The crickets continued their nightly moldy filling the silence between the two. A cold hand touched her shoulder.
"Why do you desire to be enemies?"
"You will know. before you die. Stick around maybe you'll find out what you want to know."
Standing abruptly she headed back to town. The hints of pale pink mist caught the light as the sun rose to claim another day.
***
* Chapter 2: Vow Against Destiny *
* Diaz *
A/N: Sorry I've been working a lot. Socializing. Oh yeah, and trying to get my voice back from a cold. Thanks to another sick day I'm actually working on my fics. Go me!
Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Hunter D!
***
Seventeen years later.
The ice clinked in a cool damp glass of the drink as a finger tapped against it. Leering eyes studied the young female that had entered their lair seemingly defenseless. Being in the sun had brought out her natural auburn highlights in her dark hair. Petite body clad in form defining black pants and a sleeveless midriff top of the same color. Hazy green- gray eyes stared off into the distance. The men in the tavern kept an eye on her and the gun strapped to her side. Conversations floated around her in the smoky room.
"Whose the looker?"
"No idea. They say she's a hunter."
"Her? Isn't she young?"
"That famous Dunpeal hunter is around."
"Shit, what are they all doing here?"
A cloaked figure moved in heading towards the bar counter.
"D, I've been waiting for you. We need to talk."
"Here?"
"No."
The young hunter stood up heading towards the door where dusk was coming upon the town.
"How do you know my name?"
"I thought everyone knew of the great vampire hunter D."
"Depends who you ask."
"Oh."
"Who are you?"
"Hmm?"
"What is your name? You know mine."
"Raine."
Silence.
"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
Click. The sound of the trigger clicking into place as a gun was pointed at his head with a steady hand.
"I can't let you leave this place alive."
"A vampire hunter?"
"More or less. This time it's a more personal matter. It's a favor to a friend."
She lowered the gun keeping steady eye contact with him.
"Be ready to die."
"I won't die easily."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Catch you later." Turning her back to him and walking off.
"This should be interesting."
***
A black moon hung in the silken black night velvet sky. Crickets chirped in the heavy fragrant air of the forest. The whole night scene was tranquil. Sitting by a clear brook bubbling over smooth water polished stones was a cloaked feminine figure. A cool blade slid against the pale white skin catching quickly and drawing crimson blood that pooled in her palm dripping over the edge to the stone with a sick wet sound. The torn skin mended itself together covering the gash leaving not a trace of a scar.
"You're one of us."
"Hello, D."
"Why didn't you mention it?"
"Would it change anything?"
"No."
She slid the dagger out of sight and turned to look at him.
"You're young, but have so much hate."
"Life dealt me a harsh hand from an early age."
The crickets continued their nightly moldy filling the silence between the two. A cold hand touched her shoulder.
"Why do you desire to be enemies?"
"You will know. before you die. Stick around maybe you'll find out what you want to know."
Standing abruptly she headed back to town. The hints of pale pink mist caught the light as the sun rose to claim another day.
***