Just for those who are interested, I do not own any legal copy-rights to The Hunter D genre.  I do own lasciviousness thoughts about him however, and they are mine to share with you.  So, if you so please, feast upon these words and dare to dream as I.

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He was dreaming again.  It was always the same. There within his mind was his mother, his father.  They played with each other lovingly within an entrancing, sexual, dance.  They kissed passionately.  His father would linger on his mother's neck; his sharp teeth would scrape along her tender skin.  Then a drop of blood rose to the surface.  His father roared with desperate self-control.  His mother grabbed his father's dagger and cut her hand, allowing blood to drip freely.  His father took her hand to his mouth and drank gingerly.  Never allowing a drop to spill to the floor.  "I'm so sorry my love. . .so, so sorry", his father was saying.

His dream always faded about now, but his mother was heard to say, "It is given freely of my own free will, you did not force it from me, I am not changed." 

"I love you my Medina, I love you," and then his father cried.

D awoke with a start.  Again he was having this dream.  He couldn't recall if this was merely a dream, or a recurring memory.  He wiped the sweat from his face.  His usual calm demeanor was obviously ruffled.  "So, another dream, huh? You need a woman, I keep telling you.  It's unnatural for you to go about pretending that you never have feelings for a woman."

"Shut up," he mumbled to his hand, "just. . . shut. . .up."  D was sick and tired of the advice coming from his hand, which seemed to never cease.  What made it worse was that he was lusting for a woman.  But he couldn't take the chance.  He had never killed a human for blood, and he wasn't going to start now.  He knew that if he was to take a woman, he could easily lose control and take the blood of the very woman he was making love to.  It was a natural thing for his kind in love-making.  Which was precisely why he was, technically, still a virgin.

"Yup, you need some hot gratuitous sex.  No strings attached.  You know I'm right.  I'm right aren't I?  I can see it, I can FEEL it," hand was unable to blather on any further, because D had shoved his hands under some water.  Which he kept there for quite some time as he tried to sort out these overwhelming feelings of lust and desire.  It wasn't like him to feel such things.  Why had these emotions come upon him now?  When for so long he had been able to keep all these things in check?  What was the cause?

D looked thoughtfully through himself in the mirror on his bathroom wall.  He removed his hands from the sink, to the sputtering and "Damn you!" of his constant, though often annoying hand.  He had seen it happen to other Dunpeals before.  They fought the good fight, championed the helpless girl, and then fell madly in love with her.  All this only to succumb to the overwhelming urges to bite and suck the blood from their companion.  Thus becoming the very thing that they had fought against in the first place, a full fledged Vampire. It supposedly worked out in some cases, but those cases happened only once every few centuries.

"I know I am of the noblest of blood," D mused.  "I could control myself like my father before me.  But if I allowed myself to slip just a bit in the fit of passion," he scraped his teeth together as he imagined what might be, "I might be unable to stop. The Passion!"  He said this out loud, surprising even himself. "Then I would have to allow myself to be taken by another hunter."  He knew he could never have that on his conscious.  His honor above all else, kept him from giving in to the physical urges that painfully tugged at him.

He thought his hair brushed and silken, and it was.  His hot and cold shower did nothing to alleviate his hard manlihood.  Putting on his skin-tight suit was near to impossible, he could not fasten it about his loins.  But somehow, he managed, amid the scoffs and gafaws of his knowing hand.  His stupid hand that continued to offer his own methods of relief, D squeezed his hand until he was able to muffle out his taunts.

D could not understand why these feeling did not subside.  What was it that was making him so crazy?  He decided that he would leave from his lair, he would ride in the night to release the tension that continued to build and build.  The tension that demanded relief, that screamed out for a companion to merge fully with.

He began to release the many safeguards that surrounded the door that kept his home safe.  As he did so, he began to smell it, to taste it.  This is what was driving him to utter madness; somewhere out side his door was the flow of fresh virgin blood.  Blood that was being freely spilt to the earth.  And as an offering, but an offering to who?  To him perhaps?  It was just outside his door.  But D could no longer think, it was the animal within him that took over; that flew like the wind to her side.  The swiftness startled even his hand as he cupped the blood and brought the sweet uncontaminated blood to his lips, his fangs fully shorn, he screamed out loud with abandon.  Before he could stop himself, he had drunk freely of her spilling blood. 

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Chapter 3 is forth coming my blood lust fans. ;)