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The Color of Night
Chapter two: The vampire problem and what D will have to endure to catch him.
Clarra stopped at a white two floor house. It looked a little run down but clean. D dismounted and followed Clarra and her daughter up the steps and on to the porch. While Clarra unlocked the door D took in the surroundings. The wooden porch was a bit worn and worm eaten. It creaked when walked on. On the end of the porch there was a swing that hung from two chains. Also wooden it was painted green. On the other side there were two green rocking chairs. Clarra opened the door and the three went inside.
"Please make yourself comfortable," Clarra stated indicating the living room while she headed the other way to wash Milly's face. There were two chairs and a sofa. All three were white with purple flowers. On the floor there was a purple rug that looked like it had seen better days. Behind the sofa was a fireplace and on top of the mantel were several pictures of the woman and child. There were no pictures of a father or any other family. This seemed a bit strange to D.
"Cozy isn't it. Nice way to meet the client. Have their kid run out into the street. Saves time in finding the person. We should tell all our clients to do that."
"Quiet"
"Just commenting you don't have to bite my head off or your hand"
D closed his fist to shut up the snickering symbiot as Clarra and Milly returned. D sat in one of the chairs as Clarra and Milly sat on the sofa. Milly squirmed a bit and seemed to be studying D. D wondered briefly what the child found so interesting. There was something strange about the child D thought. He was about to extend his vampiric senses to study the child when Clarra spoke up.
"I assume you are the hunter known as D?"
D nodded his head. He gave Clarra his attention but was still aware of the child watching him.
"I had a lot of trouble finding any information on vampire hunters out here. But a werewolf hunter came though and recommended I try and find a vampire hunter called D. Said that you were the best." D said nothing so she continued, "I suppose you are wondering what I have hired you for," seeing that D was not going to reply again she cleared her throat and went on, "Well you see there is this vampire called Count Trevlin. I thought he had gone a few years ago but it seems he is back and well.it's."
While Clarra tried to sum up her thoughts D returned his attention to the child. Milly was watching D like he was some key to her universe or something. Almost like her life depended on it. Then it hit him. D would have slapped himself if it was in his nature to do so. D interrupted Clarra's stuttering with his cool and collected voice.
"The child is his."
Clarra's eyes shot up in surprise, "how did you know that. No one else has been able to tell that she is a dunpeal."
D mentally cringed at the mispronunciation. Damn westerners and their translations.
"I mean I keep her ears covered and my skin is fair by nature so hers doesn't seem so different. Her eyes are bright I know but no one around here has really had much contact with vampires and the like so they don't know the difference. but I guess you would know wouldn't you being a hunter. That's it isn't it. Will others be able to tell? I don't want her in any trouble. She won't hurt anyone."
D thought for a moment. Most hunters wouldn't notice the child. They tend to focus on vampires and since damphires walk in the daylight they can easily be missed if they are in human form. He had an edge on finding vampire blood being a half breed himself but he didn't think the lady needed to know that.
"The child should be fine."
"You think so. I hope you are right. Well I guess you know the big problem then. Count Trevlin wants to take my daughter and me with him. He means to turn me and use Milly as a guard for the day. I don't want to go with him. I don't want anything to do with him. You see I moved here right after Milly was born. I was attacked by the Count in my old town. I couldn't stay there they all knew what had happened and what Milly was. So I came here and told everyone that I was a widow. I thought we had got away but I guess I was wrong."
A couple of tears ran down Clarra's cheeks even though she tried to fight them back. Milly finally broke her gaze from D to look up at her mother. She hugged her mother and looked back at D. D wondered if the child knew what he was. She must have known he was different but may not have known exactly what he was. Obviously she had not been taught anything about her nature yet.
"So will you help us? I know that a hunter like you probably gets paid several million but well I don't have but so much but I can offer you one million dollars. I have been saving since the attack just incase. I was beginning to think I wouldn't have to hire a hunter after all until Trevlin came again. Please will you help?"
D nodded his head, "Where did you last see the Count?"
"He came here to the house about a month ago and said that he would be back once he finished some business to take us with him. I don't know where he went or when he is coming back."
"Tell me more about him"
"Well um Trevlin is tall. Not as tall as you maybe he would come up to you chin I think. He has short dark hair and his eyes change color. If he is mad they turn sorta reddish other wise they are a yellow-green color. Last time I saw him he had white streaks in his hair and it was spiked. He has a narrow nose and high cheek bones. Usually he wears a suit of some kind and a black cape that is green inside. I don't know how old he is maybe around two thousand. I don't know if that is old by vampire standards or not but it's pretty old to me."
D could hear the symbiot saying something about knowing trees older but didn't say anything. D did agree with the symbiot that the vampire wasn't that old. Well at least compared to him anyway but he could still be very powerful at that age with the right lineage.
Clarra watched as D seemed to be contemplating. "I don't know where to tell you to look for him so maybe the best thing to do might be to stay here since I do know that he will be coming for us."
D thought about it and it did seem like the only option. He had never heard of a Trevlin before and had no clue where he might be. And if he left Trevlin could come back for them when he wasn't here. D didn't really like the idea of staying in this small town. Everybody seems to know everything about everybody else in small town. And D certainly didn't what everybody knowing everything or even anything about him. D's forehead was slightly furrowed as he agreed with Clarra.
"Well then it's settled then you can stay in the guest room. Now Milly go fetch some clean linins from the closet for Mr. D ."
"I am sure that a hotel will be fine." If Clarra and Milly had known D better they might have recognized the hint of desperation in his voice.
"No no I won't hear of it. It's my doing that you're here the least I can do is to keep you from having to spend your money on hotel fee. We will just tell the townspeople that you are my cousin or something. Wouldn't want them to find out what is really going on if I can help it. Now just follow Milly up the stairs Mr. D and she will show you your room. I hope you like beef stew."
D was about to protest again when there was a knock on the door. Clarra opened the door after looking through the window.
"Why hello Martha. What brings you here?"
"Good afternoon to you Clarra I couldn't help but notice that you had a visitor and was wondering who it was. After all I don't recollect you having many visitors com'n from other places before. Just wanted to make sure everything was ok."
"Everything is just fine. This is my cousin D come to visit me."
D balled his fist to keep the symbiot from saying anything as Martha came over. She stopped in front of D and raised her head.
"Hello D. It's so good of you to visit Clarra. My you are tall aren't you." Martha giggled a bit. D politely inclined his head in greeting to the woman while she continued to talk on. "You don't look much like Clarra but little Milly seems to have taken after you a bit. Got the same color hair. Well all three of you got fair skin but you really look pale. I say Clarra is your whole family like that."
"Afraid so though not all as pale as cousin D," said Clarra noticing really for the first time how pale D was.
"You have eyes like Milly too different color but just as clear. I say D if you ain't got someone back home for you just come over sometime and meet my daughter. She a pretty thing she is and smart too." "I hate to interrupt you Martha but we really need to get D settled in for his visit."
"Oh yes of course. Just look at me a babbling and keeping you away from getting company settled. Well I will see you later Clarra and Milly. You too D it was nice to meet you."
Clarra escorted Martha to the door and closed it behind her. She didn't worry about anyone else dropping by for a while. Martha would fill the whole town in on who D was. By the end of the day the whole town would be convinced that D was Clarra's cousin. It was a good thing he looked a bit like Milly to help smooth over the story. Clarra jerked her head up and took a good look at D. His hat was overshadowing his eyes but Martha had said they were like Milly's and he was defiantly pale. He was extremely pale in fact especially for someone who traveled as much as he did on horse back in the sunlight. Clarra's hand shot up to her mouth and her eyes got wide as saucers at the realization of what that could mean.
End of chapter two
Ok please review and tell me if you like the story and if you would like me to continue. I will have some more chapters ready to go real soon if you want to read my story. I know D's thoughts may be OOC but we really don't know what he thinks about. I figure if he isn't a talker then he is a thinker. And just like everyone else weird things run through his head sometimes.
The Color of Night
Chapter two: The vampire problem and what D will have to endure to catch him.
Clarra stopped at a white two floor house. It looked a little run down but clean. D dismounted and followed Clarra and her daughter up the steps and on to the porch. While Clarra unlocked the door D took in the surroundings. The wooden porch was a bit worn and worm eaten. It creaked when walked on. On the end of the porch there was a swing that hung from two chains. Also wooden it was painted green. On the other side there were two green rocking chairs. Clarra opened the door and the three went inside.
"Please make yourself comfortable," Clarra stated indicating the living room while she headed the other way to wash Milly's face. There were two chairs and a sofa. All three were white with purple flowers. On the floor there was a purple rug that looked like it had seen better days. Behind the sofa was a fireplace and on top of the mantel were several pictures of the woman and child. There were no pictures of a father or any other family. This seemed a bit strange to D.
"Cozy isn't it. Nice way to meet the client. Have their kid run out into the street. Saves time in finding the person. We should tell all our clients to do that."
"Quiet"
"Just commenting you don't have to bite my head off or your hand"
D closed his fist to shut up the snickering symbiot as Clarra and Milly returned. D sat in one of the chairs as Clarra and Milly sat on the sofa. Milly squirmed a bit and seemed to be studying D. D wondered briefly what the child found so interesting. There was something strange about the child D thought. He was about to extend his vampiric senses to study the child when Clarra spoke up.
"I assume you are the hunter known as D?"
D nodded his head. He gave Clarra his attention but was still aware of the child watching him.
"I had a lot of trouble finding any information on vampire hunters out here. But a werewolf hunter came though and recommended I try and find a vampire hunter called D. Said that you were the best." D said nothing so she continued, "I suppose you are wondering what I have hired you for," seeing that D was not going to reply again she cleared her throat and went on, "Well you see there is this vampire called Count Trevlin. I thought he had gone a few years ago but it seems he is back and well.it's."
While Clarra tried to sum up her thoughts D returned his attention to the child. Milly was watching D like he was some key to her universe or something. Almost like her life depended on it. Then it hit him. D would have slapped himself if it was in his nature to do so. D interrupted Clarra's stuttering with his cool and collected voice.
"The child is his."
Clarra's eyes shot up in surprise, "how did you know that. No one else has been able to tell that she is a dunpeal."
D mentally cringed at the mispronunciation. Damn westerners and their translations.
"I mean I keep her ears covered and my skin is fair by nature so hers doesn't seem so different. Her eyes are bright I know but no one around here has really had much contact with vampires and the like so they don't know the difference. but I guess you would know wouldn't you being a hunter. That's it isn't it. Will others be able to tell? I don't want her in any trouble. She won't hurt anyone."
D thought for a moment. Most hunters wouldn't notice the child. They tend to focus on vampires and since damphires walk in the daylight they can easily be missed if they are in human form. He had an edge on finding vampire blood being a half breed himself but he didn't think the lady needed to know that.
"The child should be fine."
"You think so. I hope you are right. Well I guess you know the big problem then. Count Trevlin wants to take my daughter and me with him. He means to turn me and use Milly as a guard for the day. I don't want to go with him. I don't want anything to do with him. You see I moved here right after Milly was born. I was attacked by the Count in my old town. I couldn't stay there they all knew what had happened and what Milly was. So I came here and told everyone that I was a widow. I thought we had got away but I guess I was wrong."
A couple of tears ran down Clarra's cheeks even though she tried to fight them back. Milly finally broke her gaze from D to look up at her mother. She hugged her mother and looked back at D. D wondered if the child knew what he was. She must have known he was different but may not have known exactly what he was. Obviously she had not been taught anything about her nature yet.
"So will you help us? I know that a hunter like you probably gets paid several million but well I don't have but so much but I can offer you one million dollars. I have been saving since the attack just incase. I was beginning to think I wouldn't have to hire a hunter after all until Trevlin came again. Please will you help?"
D nodded his head, "Where did you last see the Count?"
"He came here to the house about a month ago and said that he would be back once he finished some business to take us with him. I don't know where he went or when he is coming back."
"Tell me more about him"
"Well um Trevlin is tall. Not as tall as you maybe he would come up to you chin I think. He has short dark hair and his eyes change color. If he is mad they turn sorta reddish other wise they are a yellow-green color. Last time I saw him he had white streaks in his hair and it was spiked. He has a narrow nose and high cheek bones. Usually he wears a suit of some kind and a black cape that is green inside. I don't know how old he is maybe around two thousand. I don't know if that is old by vampire standards or not but it's pretty old to me."
D could hear the symbiot saying something about knowing trees older but didn't say anything. D did agree with the symbiot that the vampire wasn't that old. Well at least compared to him anyway but he could still be very powerful at that age with the right lineage.
Clarra watched as D seemed to be contemplating. "I don't know where to tell you to look for him so maybe the best thing to do might be to stay here since I do know that he will be coming for us."
D thought about it and it did seem like the only option. He had never heard of a Trevlin before and had no clue where he might be. And if he left Trevlin could come back for them when he wasn't here. D didn't really like the idea of staying in this small town. Everybody seems to know everything about everybody else in small town. And D certainly didn't what everybody knowing everything or even anything about him. D's forehead was slightly furrowed as he agreed with Clarra.
"Well then it's settled then you can stay in the guest room. Now Milly go fetch some clean linins from the closet for Mr. D ."
"I am sure that a hotel will be fine." If Clarra and Milly had known D better they might have recognized the hint of desperation in his voice.
"No no I won't hear of it. It's my doing that you're here the least I can do is to keep you from having to spend your money on hotel fee. We will just tell the townspeople that you are my cousin or something. Wouldn't want them to find out what is really going on if I can help it. Now just follow Milly up the stairs Mr. D and she will show you your room. I hope you like beef stew."
D was about to protest again when there was a knock on the door. Clarra opened the door after looking through the window.
"Why hello Martha. What brings you here?"
"Good afternoon to you Clarra I couldn't help but notice that you had a visitor and was wondering who it was. After all I don't recollect you having many visitors com'n from other places before. Just wanted to make sure everything was ok."
"Everything is just fine. This is my cousin D come to visit me."
D balled his fist to keep the symbiot from saying anything as Martha came over. She stopped in front of D and raised her head.
"Hello D. It's so good of you to visit Clarra. My you are tall aren't you." Martha giggled a bit. D politely inclined his head in greeting to the woman while she continued to talk on. "You don't look much like Clarra but little Milly seems to have taken after you a bit. Got the same color hair. Well all three of you got fair skin but you really look pale. I say Clarra is your whole family like that."
"Afraid so though not all as pale as cousin D," said Clarra noticing really for the first time how pale D was.
"You have eyes like Milly too different color but just as clear. I say D if you ain't got someone back home for you just come over sometime and meet my daughter. She a pretty thing she is and smart too." "I hate to interrupt you Martha but we really need to get D settled in for his visit."
"Oh yes of course. Just look at me a babbling and keeping you away from getting company settled. Well I will see you later Clarra and Milly. You too D it was nice to meet you."
Clarra escorted Martha to the door and closed it behind her. She didn't worry about anyone else dropping by for a while. Martha would fill the whole town in on who D was. By the end of the day the whole town would be convinced that D was Clarra's cousin. It was a good thing he looked a bit like Milly to help smooth over the story. Clarra jerked her head up and took a good look at D. His hat was overshadowing his eyes but Martha had said they were like Milly's and he was defiantly pale. He was extremely pale in fact especially for someone who traveled as much as he did on horse back in the sunlight. Clarra's hand shot up to her mouth and her eyes got wide as saucers at the realization of what that could mean.
End of chapter two
Ok please review and tell me if you like the story and if you would like me to continue. I will have some more chapters ready to go real soon if you want to read my story. I know D's thoughts may be OOC but we really don't know what he thinks about. I figure if he isn't a talker then he is a thinker. And just like everyone else weird things run through his head sometimes.