Title: Real Blood
Summary: Meet D's opposite: a girl who hates all humans, and protects vampires. What would happen if they met?
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Hunter D or any of its characters. I do not own the Phantom of the Opera, from which I randomly quote from. Hec, I don't even know if I own my own mind anymore thanks to these stupid disclaimers! Alright, carry on reading.
Chapter 1: The Hunt
"Down once more
to the dungeon
of my black despair!
Down we plunge
to the prison
of my mind!
Down that path
into darkness
deep as hell!
Why, you ask,
was I bound and chained
in this cold and dismal place?
Not for any
mortal sin, but the
wickedness of
my abhorrent race!"
-From the Phantom of the Opera (the last word had been changed from "face" to "race")
"Yet again, you choose to remain an idiot, a complete fool of an idiot." It was D's ever-present presence in left hand. The parasite had been taking residence within his Dhampire host for a long, long time, and still, it did not know when to shut up.
D tightened his hands on his reins, an attempt to silence any further unnecessary discussions. Unfortunately, Left had learned to maneuver its mouth around the strip of leather.
"You really ought to listen to me, for once." Left managed a muffled one-sided conversation. "I'm serious, D. Listen! You almost died, you lousy excuse for a hunter, and you damned near took me with you! And about that girl. . ." That was all Left had exclaimed until D wrapped the cyber-horse's reign firmly around the talking hand.
True, D could not stop thinking about the girl either, but unlike his "friend" he did not want to talk about her. She brought too many thoughts that cluttered his mind, and took up space within vital senses he needed to hunt with. He knew he was taking a risk when not paying attention to his prey, which at the moment, seemed to be traveling abnormally fast.
His prey... those two words brought him back to reality. He checked the ground once more, to make certain that he was indeed following the same horse's tracks. The right foreleg's hoof had a crack on the left side. This particular vampire was stupid. The horse's imprints on the dust were like its owner's signature for a death contract.
D almost chuckled to himself, was he underestimating his quarry? After all, it would not have been the first time a vampire had tried to kill him. Of course, none of them ever succeeded but that did not mean that he could afford to become so arrogant.
He urged the horse faster, while sliding his gaze across the horizon. The tracks lead westward. It was quite logical, owing to the fact that the sun was to rise any minute now. Perhaps the vampire had panicked when seeing the first colors of sunrise. Stupid vampire. A cloud of dust became visible from the direction D was heading in.
The speed at which the cyber-horse flew across the ground was, to say in the least, incredible. A black cape silently swirled around the blur, giving an illusion of wings. A soft sheen of moonlight danced wildly alongside the figure.
It was time to hunt. . .
She was cold. She was dirty. And she was inexpressibly upset.
She had lost her goddamned horse. She had fallen into the goddamned river. And she lost the goddamned scent of her goddamned prey. She therefore reasoned that she had the goddamned right to be goddamned upset.
Her brown hair was matted with enough mud, leaves, and blood to make her appear savage enough to be reckoned with. Usually, her brown eyes and hair hindered her in her work. They made her seem to plain and weak, when in actuality, she was completely the opposite. Still, it came with some advantages. She didn't attract as much attention as the rest of her kind did and most men didn't take much notice of her, which was exactly the way she liked it, so she didn't complain...much.
She opened her mouth, tilted her head way back, and gave an agonized, silent scream. This day was definitely not going according to plan. First of all, she had been too busy with her food to see D come into town. No, instead of killing her worst enemy, she sat seducing some idiot in a grimy hotel room! Then, when she felt his presence, she became too distracted to finish her meal! The same meal she was trying to track down now, instead of D. She hated not getting a job done once it was started. Even more, she detested turning humans to vampires. They did not deserve to exist in such a manner.
And her hair was only making it worse. It was heavy with mud and water's slime. She attempted to tie it back once but it proved quite unsuccessful, like tonight. Rage filled her mind, pushed back all the sanity left within her, and she removed a small dagger from its sheath (the only physical weapon she had). With a lot of curses and twists, she managed to cut her hair to shoulder length. Triumphantly she discarded a foot of hair upon the ground and returned her dagger to her belt. Her head felt lighter than it had for decades. Even her thoughts became clearer.
Her first thoughts, as the rage and self-contempt left her, went something like this: I'm going to kill them, the horse, the prey, and that hunter. Where the hell is my horse anyway? Of all the overpriced, incompetent. . . which reminds me. . .all right. . . concentrate. . . where would I hide if I was the mayor's son and a bloodlusting vampire was after me? Damn it. It would have saved a hell of a lot of time if that stupid human had stayed still. . .
She opened all her senses. An explosion of color, scents, and sounds bombarded her. She welcomed all of them, carefully identifying each one. After a few seconds, she found a tendril of the scent she was looking for. Fear.
Her face smoothed into a catlike grin. Bingo.
It was time to hunt. . .
Author's Notes:
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