This is my first fanfic, so I hope it is accept well. I really am interested in what you have to say, so e-mail me your response, be it flame or praise. By the way, I of course do not own any copy-rights to Vampire Hunter D. I just drool over him.
It wasn't worth it any more. Life was always kicking me in the heart. I couldn't take one more day. If I didn't take my life now, I might chicken out and never do it again. So I proceeded to the place that I decided to perform my ritual, the White Cross Cemetery. I figured I was going to join the dead anyway, why not? My dagger was razor sharp, and I was mentally ready.
Once I arrived at the cemetery, my resolve was trying to fade. But all I had to do was to think back on the last year, it was a living hell. I couldn't handle these feelings of worthlessness anymore anyway. It was as though these feelings were alive. They fed upon my living flesh. It made me hurt so bad inside, I could not go another hour being devoured by these feelings.
So I proceeded to a gazebo within the cemetery. It had a narrow little staircase, which lead to a door below the gazebo. I had tried many times, but I was unable to open that door. But there was plenty of room in the foyer just before it. The door was a strange door. It was very ornate with strange writing upon it. I didn't recognize any of it. Except for one thing, the capitol letter "D". As a matter of fact, it was this letter that made me decide to die here. "D" stood for death. I fantasized that this was Death's door.
You see, I had fallen in love with Death. Life was so hellish that I had conjured up an image of Death. He was loving, and he wanted me. Do you see? Death wanted me. Life did not. So, now I was going to give myself to Death, that beautiful but strange creature of mystery. I unwrapped my leather backpack. I took out my candles and set them around me. I lit the incense that I chose for my demise, vanilla mint. I thought that it would be nice for a send off. My hair was piled up on my head with curls falling down as usual. I chose to wear my black underwear and bra. My skirt was comfy and my black shirt was full of buckles up and down the arms. I finally felt ready to do this. I was ready for the release. Finally, I would go to meet my beautiful Death, my savior from this life. All it took was one fatal blow to my heart.
I knelt down facing the door. I ran my finger through each candle flame, and then I did the same with the blade. I did it! It hurt, but not as much as the flesh eating feelings that had plagued me. I no longer had feelings, they were fading away. I think that the blade was warm. But I don't know. As I looked down, I could see the precious blood spilling out of me. It was mesmerizing, just pulsing out slowly, rhythmically. Then I imagined that the door in front of me was opening, and out stepped the most gorgeous creature I had ever seen. He was dressed all in black, was it my beloved death? He was very much like I had imagined him to be.
He came closer and closer, his face was right in my face. His beautiful eyes gazed into mine from beneath some huge hat like thing. Then he did the strangest thing, Death began to catch my spilling blood in his hands, then he proceeded to drink it! His lips were quivering, and he was careful not to suck directly from my wound. I started to laugh. And that is the last thing that I remember. But why am I able to tell you this? Aren't I dead now?
