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affiliates or anything of the kind. I repeat it is not mine. I am poor
and work at a grocery store so if some big company wants to sue me they
won't get much. So please do not sue me. I am just expressing how much I
like the character and the stories by writing my own little piece of
fanfiction.
Responses to reviewers:
Emiri-chan: My first reviewer! ( I am glad you like the story so far. I will try not to give you too many cliffhangers hehe. Yes I am planning several fight scenes. Some more detailed than others. Look for one in I think the fifth chapter.
The Color of Night
Chapter three: D the topic of discussion. This chapter and the fourth chapter nothing really big happening so I decided to put them up at the same time. A bit of humor and some interesting tidbits.
D noticed Clarra's sudden alarm. Again he thought about how bad small towns were. If it wasn't for that nosy Martha, Clarra probably wouldn't have mad the connection or at least not now any how. D looked at Clarra and waited for her to come back to reality.
"Momma are you alright?" inquired Milly while pulling on her mother's sleeve.
"D. are you a. I mean to say. are you like," Clarra looked down to her daughter and then back to D. D mentally sighed and nodded his head once. Now Milly's eyes lit up. D noticed she was a little wary of him but Milly seemed to be excited. Other than Trevlin the child probably had never met anyone else of vampire blood much less another half breed. Clarra relaxed a bit and looked D over again wondering how she could have missed it seeing as her child was a dunpeal. An uncomfortable silence was taking hold of the room until Milly spoke up.
"You are like me?" she asked looking up at D. Her head was craned all the way back as she stood right in front of him. "I've never met someone like me before."
"But you hunt vampires." Clarra's statement was more of a question.
"The best way to beat an enemy is to be like them."
Clarra paused thinking that was the most he had said all day, "I guess so. I mean the guy who recommended you said you were the best. It makes sense that you would be if you can move and fight the way they do but what about."
"I have never killed a human."
"Oh. I see.so you live more or less like a human like Milly will," D nodded in reply. "I still don't understand why you would hunt them if they are related to you."
"Some need to be killed and I have the ability to do it."
"So you hunt those like Trevlin who act like monsters." Again D nodded.
"I suppose that makes some sense. You must have been raised well then and not by people like Trevlin. Seeing as you don't attack humans that is." D was thinking about how curious this woman was and damning small towns again when she brought up the subject of his upbringing. He supposed that had something to do with it. His mother was a very nice person and he loved her even though she didn't live very long by his standards. His father well. was his father. He wasn't a bad father or anything but being who his father was made things complicated. He was a very busy man but he tried to always make time for his wife and D. His father was a just vampire. He didn't go out on killing sprees or anything. But he was a vampire and drank blood though it was mostly freely given. He didn't always understand D since he couldn't understand D's human side very well or D's desire to live as a human. But he did try D supposed. Also he tried to keep peace between vampires and humans. That was the reason he had been assassinated. That was one of the reasons among many that D hunted vampires because his father, the first vampire, never wanted humans to be treated like cattle for slaughter. D's father emphasized this lesson highly.
D realized Clarra seemed to be expecting a reply and again nodded his head. Clarra frowned a bit at D's short answers.
"You don't talk much do you?" Milly giggled at the statement which got D's attention. He looked down at the child who was standing right under him.
"You're eyes are like mine!" Milly gasped and giggled again. D was just glad the child was not just starring at him any more.
"Well I guess that's out of the way now. I will remember not to put any garlic in your food." Clarra seemed to be back in pleasant spirits again to D's relief and bewilderment. "Now Milly didn't I tell you to fetch the linins."
"Yes Momma."
"No arguing D. By now half the town thinks you are my cousin so go on and settle in."
D relented and turned to the child again who was now at the bottom of the stairs.
"Come on Mr. D I will show you your room."
D's room was at the end of the hall across from Milly's and beside the bathroom. Clarra's was beside Milly's. After Milly brought in the linins she left to go help Clarra with supper promising to call D when it was ready. The room was roomy enough for D since he didn't really need space for luggage or anything of the sort. At the far wall was a window with white curtains with purple flowers. Under the window was a full size bed with a bedspread that matched the curtains. D wasn't too thrilled with the flowers. Beside the bed was a table and beside the door was a chest of drawers. D walked over to the window and looked around the town. Defiantly a small town.
"Nice people huh. Or should I say nice relatives ha ha ha. Wouldn't you say so COUSIN D ha ha ha ha. And how about those neighbors."
D smacked his hand flat up against the wall. "That's quite enough out of you."
"Oh but I have so much more to say. Like what about you getting a date with Martha's daughter or mmmmmmmm..."
D fisted his hand and smothered it with the pillow.
"One more word and I slice you off for good. I am right handed anyway. I can fight with my sword with out you."
The symbiot kept quiet with the exception of a few muffled snickers. A few minutes latter Milly came up and knocked on the door.
"Dinners ready."
D opened the door and was just saying that he wasn't hungry when Clarra called from downstairs.
"Now D you have been traveling a long way to get here you need to eat and I make a fine stew don't I Milly. Make sure you take you hat and cloak off its not proper manners to eat at the dinner table with them on you know."
Milly smiled up at D, "You got all that." Milly hopped downstairs giggling.
Even with his hand fisted D couldn't shut up the symbiot's laughter. D couldn't remember the last time he had been given a lecture on manners. He hadn't had to do anything "proper" since he moved out of his father's castle. At least this was just remove hat and cloak and not wear tux and cape and all the mess associated with eating at the table of the Vampire King. But still D didn't like being without his hat and cloak they were like his defenses form prying eyes and not to mention the sun. D mumbled to himself a bit as he removed his hat and cloak. D just had one question to ask himself 'Why am I doing this'. D sighed and went down stairs.
End chapter three
Next chapter D gets a little OOC but it's in an understandable situation. And since he broke his silence to talk with Dan Lang in the first VHD movie I thought it would work out fine. Hope this chapter turned out ok. Note I like exploring D's past so expect some of that from time to time.
Responses to reviewers:
Emiri-chan: My first reviewer! ( I am glad you like the story so far. I will try not to give you too many cliffhangers hehe. Yes I am planning several fight scenes. Some more detailed than others. Look for one in I think the fifth chapter.
The Color of Night
Chapter three: D the topic of discussion. This chapter and the fourth chapter nothing really big happening so I decided to put them up at the same time. A bit of humor and some interesting tidbits.
D noticed Clarra's sudden alarm. Again he thought about how bad small towns were. If it wasn't for that nosy Martha, Clarra probably wouldn't have mad the connection or at least not now any how. D looked at Clarra and waited for her to come back to reality.
"Momma are you alright?" inquired Milly while pulling on her mother's sleeve.
"D. are you a. I mean to say. are you like," Clarra looked down to her daughter and then back to D. D mentally sighed and nodded his head once. Now Milly's eyes lit up. D noticed she was a little wary of him but Milly seemed to be excited. Other than Trevlin the child probably had never met anyone else of vampire blood much less another half breed. Clarra relaxed a bit and looked D over again wondering how she could have missed it seeing as her child was a dunpeal. An uncomfortable silence was taking hold of the room until Milly spoke up.
"You are like me?" she asked looking up at D. Her head was craned all the way back as she stood right in front of him. "I've never met someone like me before."
"But you hunt vampires." Clarra's statement was more of a question.
"The best way to beat an enemy is to be like them."
Clarra paused thinking that was the most he had said all day, "I guess so. I mean the guy who recommended you said you were the best. It makes sense that you would be if you can move and fight the way they do but what about."
"I have never killed a human."
"Oh. I see.so you live more or less like a human like Milly will," D nodded in reply. "I still don't understand why you would hunt them if they are related to you."
"Some need to be killed and I have the ability to do it."
"So you hunt those like Trevlin who act like monsters." Again D nodded.
"I suppose that makes some sense. You must have been raised well then and not by people like Trevlin. Seeing as you don't attack humans that is." D was thinking about how curious this woman was and damning small towns again when she brought up the subject of his upbringing. He supposed that had something to do with it. His mother was a very nice person and he loved her even though she didn't live very long by his standards. His father well. was his father. He wasn't a bad father or anything but being who his father was made things complicated. He was a very busy man but he tried to always make time for his wife and D. His father was a just vampire. He didn't go out on killing sprees or anything. But he was a vampire and drank blood though it was mostly freely given. He didn't always understand D since he couldn't understand D's human side very well or D's desire to live as a human. But he did try D supposed. Also he tried to keep peace between vampires and humans. That was the reason he had been assassinated. That was one of the reasons among many that D hunted vampires because his father, the first vampire, never wanted humans to be treated like cattle for slaughter. D's father emphasized this lesson highly.
D realized Clarra seemed to be expecting a reply and again nodded his head. Clarra frowned a bit at D's short answers.
"You don't talk much do you?" Milly giggled at the statement which got D's attention. He looked down at the child who was standing right under him.
"You're eyes are like mine!" Milly gasped and giggled again. D was just glad the child was not just starring at him any more.
"Well I guess that's out of the way now. I will remember not to put any garlic in your food." Clarra seemed to be back in pleasant spirits again to D's relief and bewilderment. "Now Milly didn't I tell you to fetch the linins."
"Yes Momma."
"No arguing D. By now half the town thinks you are my cousin so go on and settle in."
D relented and turned to the child again who was now at the bottom of the stairs.
"Come on Mr. D I will show you your room."
D's room was at the end of the hall across from Milly's and beside the bathroom. Clarra's was beside Milly's. After Milly brought in the linins she left to go help Clarra with supper promising to call D when it was ready. The room was roomy enough for D since he didn't really need space for luggage or anything of the sort. At the far wall was a window with white curtains with purple flowers. Under the window was a full size bed with a bedspread that matched the curtains. D wasn't too thrilled with the flowers. Beside the bed was a table and beside the door was a chest of drawers. D walked over to the window and looked around the town. Defiantly a small town.
"Nice people huh. Or should I say nice relatives ha ha ha. Wouldn't you say so COUSIN D ha ha ha ha. And how about those neighbors."
D smacked his hand flat up against the wall. "That's quite enough out of you."
"Oh but I have so much more to say. Like what about you getting a date with Martha's daughter or mmmmmmmm..."
D fisted his hand and smothered it with the pillow.
"One more word and I slice you off for good. I am right handed anyway. I can fight with my sword with out you."
The symbiot kept quiet with the exception of a few muffled snickers. A few minutes latter Milly came up and knocked on the door.
"Dinners ready."
D opened the door and was just saying that he wasn't hungry when Clarra called from downstairs.
"Now D you have been traveling a long way to get here you need to eat and I make a fine stew don't I Milly. Make sure you take you hat and cloak off its not proper manners to eat at the dinner table with them on you know."
Milly smiled up at D, "You got all that." Milly hopped downstairs giggling.
Even with his hand fisted D couldn't shut up the symbiot's laughter. D couldn't remember the last time he had been given a lecture on manners. He hadn't had to do anything "proper" since he moved out of his father's castle. At least this was just remove hat and cloak and not wear tux and cape and all the mess associated with eating at the table of the Vampire King. But still D didn't like being without his hat and cloak they were like his defenses form prying eyes and not to mention the sun. D mumbled to himself a bit as he removed his hat and cloak. D just had one question to ask himself 'Why am I doing this'. D sighed and went down stairs.
End chapter three
Next chapter D gets a little OOC but it's in an understandable situation. And since he broke his silence to talk with Dan Lang in the first VHD movie I thought it would work out fine. Hope this chapter turned out ok. Note I like exploring D's past so expect some of that from time to time.