A/N: Vampire Hunter D belongs to Urban Vision, Streamline Pictures, Hideyuki Kikuchi (Asashi Sonorama), etc. No copyright infringement intended; this fic is merely for the enjoyment of fans. This story is mostly based off the first Vampire Hunter D movie (1985).
Curse of the Count
Evil Overlady
- Chapter 6 -
The shadowy form Sertius recognized as D sat atop a dark-brown horse with black mane and tail and one white sock. His dark cape flowed in the false dawn sky... His wide-brimmed hat was drawn low over his eyes. Four other healthy horses were beside him, long reins drawn into his hands.
Sertius stepped confidently out of the shadows. "I knew you'd show... Terribly sorry about the blonde girl's sister. I know how you hate watching humans in your charge die..."
"Where's Stacy?" came his usual low voice.
"She'll be along... Let's talk shop..."
Dmitri clung to a stone wall corner, experienced eyes slicing the darkness. "Shouldn't be far now..." He motioned his dark-clothed companion to follow as he took the lead, crossbow at the ready.
The blue crystals forming a chandelier in an opening in the ceiling were slowly pulsing, and Stacy could feel herself getting weaker by the minute...
She ran her fingers along the chains, testing their strength.
There were key holes in the shackles.
She bent her head forward and found a bobby pin.
Numb fingers fiddled with the lock.
The guard outside made a small noise, and something heavy hit the ground.
The distraction made Stacy loose the lockpick down a crack in the floor. "Damn it..."
The door lock clicked and two men entered the room, one with graying hair and beard. The other had a black scarf tied around his face and head.
"Who are you? I'll scream. I swear I will-"
The scarfed man quickly caught up to her and clamped a covered hand over her mouth. "Stacy, it's me..." he said softly.
Stacy's eyes widened.
"I'm not interested in talking," the low voice under the hat continued. "And I suggest you tell your sniper to lower his weapon." The hat brim lifted, letting new sunlight shine on the face of a young cowboy. "I'm not really D," Colt told him.
Sertius gasped. "It's a trick!"
The man from the tower screamed as he fell to the ground.
"Very perceptive of you, Lord Sertius!" D saluted from the tower, Stacy standing beside him, his silk scarf trailing in her fingers.
"And now justice will have its way," Dmitri added.
Colt pulled out his rifle and fired, hitting Sertius right in the heart with his silver-tipped, rock salt-filled slug as the sun clawed its way over the distant horizon.
"This is for the people of Engleberg..."
Stacy averted her eyes as the sunlight turned the lord to ash.
D held her close, stroking her trembling body. "It's over..."
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