Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Hunter D, which is what this fanfiction is
based upon. I do not own any of the Evanescence songs, which are what I
added into this fanfiction. I do not own the idea for this fanfiction.
Dimitrov is my muse, so the idea was his. He says that he was inspired when
I fell down some stairs today and nearly broke my shin upon the railing.
Now, I have a multi-colored bruised to show for my involvement in this
story. Demons have a strange sense of humor.
Question: If I do not own my body or mind, then why is it that I own my sins?
***
D's mind worked through the situation precisely and methodically after the numbness of her spell left him. She was out in the sun. She sang vampire magic. The conclusion he came to, however, was near impossible. He slowed his horse.
"Humor me, if you will," began Left, "but is it not true that every single time you stop the horse-"
D was not really in the mood for talking. His clenched hand made muffled cries of protest, which he placed no importance to. He bent over to see her face from where she limply rested in front of him.
If he was right, about the girl that is. . . One of his fingers gently pressed open her bloodied lips to reveal teeth. Slightly pointed teeth were tainted with red. In his surprise, his forgotten left hand also caught a glimpse of this and voiced what D had been thinking.
"Shit."
***
She was dreaming. She had to be. If not, she was dead, which she really hoped was not the case. She looked around. Everything seemed so blurred. Wait, there was one thing. . .
It was the castle.
Ah. So, she was dead. And this was hell.
After that realization, her vision swirled abruptly and then she was standing on a familiar wood floor. Slowly lifting her head, she saw the bed, the table, the lamp . . . but her eyes only focused on the little girl she knew would be there. A girl, with glossy brown hair and shining brown eyes, stared right back. They were one and the same. The older self smiled warmly, careful not to reveal her teeth. But before she could say anything, the younger narrowed her eyes. The little girl then proceeded to say, "I know who you are."
"Of course you do. You're me, well, a younger me actually."
"No, you don't understand. I know who you really are and I don't like what I see."
The woman's smile slipped from her face.
The girl continued, every word sounded too bitter for one so young, "You forgot me. You forgot all about yourself. You left me in the dark, without any lights to chase the monsters away. Who are you now? You forgot me. You left me to die."
As soon as her throat unstuck, the elder replied ardently "And you? What would you know of my world, little girl? You, in all your comforts and fancies, are just sitting there. Your life has not yet run my course. You know nothing! You are me! This is what your world will become!"
A laugh shook from the smaller girl, and her petite throat contracted. With lips parted, the girl started to sing.
"Just what we all need
More lies about a world
That never was and never will be
Have you no shame, don't you see me?
You know you've got everybody fooled."
The woman fell to her knees as her bones vibrated and her throat also constricted abnormally. But she did not sing. She shrieked, unable to think of any lyrics.
The girl sang over her desperate screams, mercilessly louder and defiant over her larger self. Her sad eyes unhappily gazed down upon the fallen figure.
"Never was and never will be
You don't know how you betrayed me
And somehow you've got everybody fooled."
The woman was no longer kneeled. Instead she lay on her side, curled and defeated.
The song did not end there.
"Without the mask
Where will you hide?
Can't find yourself
Lost in your lies"
Tears escaped the one on the floor. Tears also escaped from the tormentor.
"I know the truth now
I know who you are
And I don't love you anymore"
The same wail that the older had screamed before entering this world of nightmare almost shattered the little girl's song. Almost.
"Never was and never will be
You don't know how you betrayed me
And somehow you've got everybody fooled."
The girl's eyes gleamed with pity as she looked down upon the one on the floor. She lowered herself to the ground and caressed a strand of sweaty hair out of the wide eyes of the woman. The wail slowly quieted, and the song was then whispered softly into the woman's ear.
"Never was and never will be
Not for real that you can save me
And somehow now you're everybody's fool."
The dream ended. Hell drew back underground. She opened her eyes.
***
D was waiting for her in the reality, in a modest campsite in those same woods beside the same road. The sun was falling from the horizon and the east was darkening. As soon as the brown pupils blinked and focused upon him, he held up his left hand and let Left do all the talking he pleased.
"Hello, young lady."
She did not seem fazed by seeing a face stretching unto the pale hand. "Hello." She replied politely as possible when being acknowledged by a palm.
Left was a little disappointed by this unusual reaction, but kept talking. "Let me introduce myself, I am a parasite. And you would be?"
"Upset."
"Oh. May I ask why?"
"For starters, I am talking to the hand of my kidnapper."
"Ouch, that really smarts. And I wouldn't do that if I were you." He said as he saw her lips part in a movement almost imperceptible.
Her lips closed, and she swallowed angrily. "Why not?"
"We've figured a way around that entrancing voice of yours."
"I doubt it." She smiled winningly. "What could you do to stop me?"
There was a swift flash at her words. The unsheathed sword now poised a definite threat, as the tip of it was tucked under her chin.
With as little jaw movement as achievable, she spoke. "Okay, you win."
The sword did not move.
"Aw, come on hunter! You could never kill a human!"
D finally spoke. "But you're not human."
***
She looked up at his blank eyes.
"You're right. I'm not." She tried to discern what he was thinking, but his emotions were unreadable. "But you still won't kill me."
Magic burst from her mouth in a sudden scream. The energy crashed into D, and he flew backwards to land, skidding on his feet.
She closed her lips. Her throat felt raw and burned, quite unable to summon another blast. Unfortunately he did not drop his sword, but the sword was removed from further damage to her, which was what she had been aiming for.
She just miscalculated his speed.
***
Death_Cry: I have a job for any of the readers I might have. Well, it's more of a contest, really. I have no idea what to name the female main character. So if all of you could suggest some, it would be greatly appreciated.
Dimitrov: This is stupid. Now all of your reviewers are going to know that you can't even think up one lousy name!
Death_Cry: But you're my muse, so they'll all think you're the incompetent one.
Dimitrov: Exactly.
Death_Cry: Then why don't you come up with one like you're supposed to???
Dimitrov: Your mind is too feeble for me to work with. You only have yourself to blame.
Death_Cry: Well, you're in a great mood. What happened?
Dimitrov: You happened.
Death_Cry: Sure . And I just LOVE having you jammed into my skull. Seriously, what happened?
Dimitrov: I tried to order something through the mail.
Death_Cry: And? Wait . . . where'd you get the money for-
Dimitrov: You. Don't look so murderous.
Death_Cry: Did you order something very sharp by any chance?
Dimitrov: No. . .
Death_Cry: Good. Duller objects induce a more painful death.
Dimitrov: Well, I didn't end up using any of your money because you were flat broke.
Death_Cry: I'm- WHAT?!?!?
Dimitrov: Hey- don't ask me, I sure as hell did not use up your money.
Death_Cry: You were sure about to!
Sorry reviewers! But I'm gonna have to sort this out. PLEASE REVIEW!!!
Question: If I do not own my body or mind, then why is it that I own my sins?
***
D's mind worked through the situation precisely and methodically after the numbness of her spell left him. She was out in the sun. She sang vampire magic. The conclusion he came to, however, was near impossible. He slowed his horse.
"Humor me, if you will," began Left, "but is it not true that every single time you stop the horse-"
D was not really in the mood for talking. His clenched hand made muffled cries of protest, which he placed no importance to. He bent over to see her face from where she limply rested in front of him.
If he was right, about the girl that is. . . One of his fingers gently pressed open her bloodied lips to reveal teeth. Slightly pointed teeth were tainted with red. In his surprise, his forgotten left hand also caught a glimpse of this and voiced what D had been thinking.
"Shit."
***
She was dreaming. She had to be. If not, she was dead, which she really hoped was not the case. She looked around. Everything seemed so blurred. Wait, there was one thing. . .
It was the castle.
Ah. So, she was dead. And this was hell.
After that realization, her vision swirled abruptly and then she was standing on a familiar wood floor. Slowly lifting her head, she saw the bed, the table, the lamp . . . but her eyes only focused on the little girl she knew would be there. A girl, with glossy brown hair and shining brown eyes, stared right back. They were one and the same. The older self smiled warmly, careful not to reveal her teeth. But before she could say anything, the younger narrowed her eyes. The little girl then proceeded to say, "I know who you are."
"Of course you do. You're me, well, a younger me actually."
"No, you don't understand. I know who you really are and I don't like what I see."
The woman's smile slipped from her face.
The girl continued, every word sounded too bitter for one so young, "You forgot me. You forgot all about yourself. You left me in the dark, without any lights to chase the monsters away. Who are you now? You forgot me. You left me to die."
As soon as her throat unstuck, the elder replied ardently "And you? What would you know of my world, little girl? You, in all your comforts and fancies, are just sitting there. Your life has not yet run my course. You know nothing! You are me! This is what your world will become!"
A laugh shook from the smaller girl, and her petite throat contracted. With lips parted, the girl started to sing.
"Just what we all need
More lies about a world
That never was and never will be
Have you no shame, don't you see me?
You know you've got everybody fooled."
The woman fell to her knees as her bones vibrated and her throat also constricted abnormally. But she did not sing. She shrieked, unable to think of any lyrics.
The girl sang over her desperate screams, mercilessly louder and defiant over her larger self. Her sad eyes unhappily gazed down upon the fallen figure.
"Never was and never will be
You don't know how you betrayed me
And somehow you've got everybody fooled."
The woman was no longer kneeled. Instead she lay on her side, curled and defeated.
The song did not end there.
"Without the mask
Where will you hide?
Can't find yourself
Lost in your lies"
Tears escaped the one on the floor. Tears also escaped from the tormentor.
"I know the truth now
I know who you are
And I don't love you anymore"
The same wail that the older had screamed before entering this world of nightmare almost shattered the little girl's song. Almost.
"Never was and never will be
You don't know how you betrayed me
And somehow you've got everybody fooled."
The girl's eyes gleamed with pity as she looked down upon the one on the floor. She lowered herself to the ground and caressed a strand of sweaty hair out of the wide eyes of the woman. The wail slowly quieted, and the song was then whispered softly into the woman's ear.
"Never was and never will be
Not for real that you can save me
And somehow now you're everybody's fool."
The dream ended. Hell drew back underground. She opened her eyes.
***
D was waiting for her in the reality, in a modest campsite in those same woods beside the same road. The sun was falling from the horizon and the east was darkening. As soon as the brown pupils blinked and focused upon him, he held up his left hand and let Left do all the talking he pleased.
"Hello, young lady."
She did not seem fazed by seeing a face stretching unto the pale hand. "Hello." She replied politely as possible when being acknowledged by a palm.
Left was a little disappointed by this unusual reaction, but kept talking. "Let me introduce myself, I am a parasite. And you would be?"
"Upset."
"Oh. May I ask why?"
"For starters, I am talking to the hand of my kidnapper."
"Ouch, that really smarts. And I wouldn't do that if I were you." He said as he saw her lips part in a movement almost imperceptible.
Her lips closed, and she swallowed angrily. "Why not?"
"We've figured a way around that entrancing voice of yours."
"I doubt it." She smiled winningly. "What could you do to stop me?"
There was a swift flash at her words. The unsheathed sword now poised a definite threat, as the tip of it was tucked under her chin.
With as little jaw movement as achievable, she spoke. "Okay, you win."
The sword did not move.
"Aw, come on hunter! You could never kill a human!"
D finally spoke. "But you're not human."
***
She looked up at his blank eyes.
"You're right. I'm not." She tried to discern what he was thinking, but his emotions were unreadable. "But you still won't kill me."
Magic burst from her mouth in a sudden scream. The energy crashed into D, and he flew backwards to land, skidding on his feet.
She closed her lips. Her throat felt raw and burned, quite unable to summon another blast. Unfortunately he did not drop his sword, but the sword was removed from further damage to her, which was what she had been aiming for.
She just miscalculated his speed.
***
Death_Cry: I have a job for any of the readers I might have. Well, it's more of a contest, really. I have no idea what to name the female main character. So if all of you could suggest some, it would be greatly appreciated.
Dimitrov: This is stupid. Now all of your reviewers are going to know that you can't even think up one lousy name!
Death_Cry: But you're my muse, so they'll all think you're the incompetent one.
Dimitrov: Exactly.
Death_Cry: Then why don't you come up with one like you're supposed to???
Dimitrov: Your mind is too feeble for me to work with. You only have yourself to blame.
Death_Cry: Well, you're in a great mood. What happened?
Dimitrov: You happened.
Death_Cry: Sure . And I just LOVE having you jammed into my skull. Seriously, what happened?
Dimitrov: I tried to order something through the mail.
Death_Cry: And? Wait . . . where'd you get the money for-
Dimitrov: You. Don't look so murderous.
Death_Cry: Did you order something very sharp by any chance?
Dimitrov: No. . .
Death_Cry: Good. Duller objects induce a more painful death.
Dimitrov: Well, I didn't end up using any of your money because you were flat broke.
Death_Cry: I'm- WHAT?!?!?
Dimitrov: Hey- don't ask me, I sure as hell did not use up your money.
Death_Cry: You were sure about to!
Sorry reviewers! But I'm gonna have to sort this out. PLEASE REVIEW!!!