Chapter 3:
Meanwhile, somewhere not too far away…..A man cloaked in black, sitting on a tree numb, stars dazedly up at a gray washed sky, and awaits the storm. He wears a suit of black armor, high at the neck, covered by a long black cloak. His hat is wide brimmed in black with a pin attached to its left side. Under his hat flows long wavy black hair that extends to the midsection of his back. His sword made of sterling silver lies angled across his back, almost hitting the tree with its end. He has pale white skin and red eyes. He is a vampire half, the hunter, a Dunpeal. Vampire Hunter D is his title, hunter for hire dealing with the supernatural. As a Dunpeal, a family of half vampires, it is his honor to uphold the family name and stop the vampires.
Vampire Hunter D stirred uneasily as he heard twigs snapping behind him and heavy breathing, unnaturally so. As his horse, black and lean, grazed to his left in the clearing, he knew it could not be him. Keeping a level head, he stared out as if he did not even hear it. He clutched his left hand hard, to tell it to be quiet as he felt that it was going to try and warn him. In D's left hand lies a spirit that keeps him company, or tries to, as D is not exactly the talkative type. The noise becomes closer until it stopped right behind him. D did not stir, just sat there, motionless.
This person walked around in front of him, wearing a white shirt and blue jeans, looking exactly out of place on the edge of the woods. He looked down at D, who just sat there not even looking up to the person. "Are you D, the vampire hunter for hire?" He asked in a somewhat weird voice, sounding unlike what it should have sounded like.
D looked up to face his gaze, the apparent youth seemed relived to find him. D nodded slightly in recognition of his own name, but still did not speak. His eyes were practically completely hidden by his hat, and the wind made some of his hair fan out a little.
The youth began again, "I have a message for you." The youth stepped closer and handed him the letter, which D took silently.
The youth started to walk away, but before he got out of ear shot, he pulled out of his pants a gun. He pointed it directly at D, releasing a few shots. D wasn't totally unaware of this, but he also knew that he would not have been able to get his sword out in time.
Just as the many bullets fired were about to touch D, he covered himself with his cloak and became a swarm of bats, passing easily by the bullets. The youth fired the last of his rounds at the bats, and winged one or two, but not really hurting them. D formed himself again right in front of the youth, his red eyes glinted under his hat. He knew from the beginning that he was undead, and took out his sword, pointing its edge directly at the youth, watching the horror in his eyes rise.
As if to threaten D, the youth muttered as if trying to save his own hide, his teeth clearly visible. "You know you can never win against us, there is something more evil than anything a lone soldier can fight."
D looked at him unnerving; it was the same every time. His face still expressionless. "You fools have said that for centuries, I am still waiting for your death." With the same cold faced expression, he ran his sword right through the youth. Blood trickled down his neck, the only thing left protruding was the sword hilt, and it went right through the tree. D watched for a second more, and pulled the sword out again, the blood running along its long blade. It was unsightly; the limp body of the vampire fell to the floor, and the blood on his sword made it look worse. He whipped the blood off with a piece of the dead vampire's shirt, and replaced his sword to his sheath.
D looked at the letter in his hand, in an old style of writing, it held his name. He turned it over to find an old styled seal with the mark of the bat, which was very stereotypical considering of what he was. He was about to open it when he heard a muffled voice from close by. "Would you mind easing up a little, you are no longer fighting, oh silent one."
D recognized it on instant as his hand spirit in his left hand, but paid it no mind, as he was intent on reading this letter. He tightened his left hand to try and block out this noise, which knowing the hand, only made it worse. "H..Hey….I'm trying to breath here." It only complained in an exasperated tone of voice.
Starting to get slightly annoyed, D unclenched his left hand, as he needed it to open the letter. With his right hand, he broke the seal and pulled out a fairly old piece of parchment, which was yellowed from age. The writing was of the old letters, slender and proper. The top of the letter was addressed specifically for him. His left hand, being very talkative, read it out loud, which only annoyed D more.
"Dear D, let me introduce myself. I am Lord Lucien of the self proclaimed province in Northumberland, England. I have a proposition for you as a hunter for hire. Your reward shall be great ere you finish the task. It is not a simple one, thus I have called on you especially. I have heard word from sources unknown that my life is at risk, normally, I would not be afraid, but my hunter is of great notorious status as being that of the undead. I have also heard rumor that a group of vampires are under this one's command, which is a frightful thought. Humans I can manage with, but the undead is out of my league, naturally, I am calling on someone who's league it is in; yours. The problem is that the only thing I know about this undead hunter is that his name is Alucard. All I want you to do is stop him before he gets to me; leave him, paralyze him, kill him, anything that will do, and you will get two bags of gold up front for this task. The gold should be attached to this letter, but I wasn't exactly trusting of this messenger as he is new. This should not be hard for you, but if you have any questions, come to my castle. Thanks for your cooperation. Sincerely, Lord Lucien, first noble of the house of Lucien." Hand said breathlessly and then added a comment of his own, "What about the gold, it mentioned gold?" His hand squinted its face as it looked around, only seeing the limp body on the ground, but something was slightly different about it.
D, noticed this difference, but was silent. He leaned down, there was something brown and bulgy sticking out of his light black jacket, and took it. Weighing the little brown bag in his hand and surveying it, hand said, as if it was not the most obvious thing in the world, "Yep, there's the mentioned about gold. Funny how he put that line about not trusting the message carrier, ha ha ha."
D got up and stretched his legs doing so, his armor rippled slightly as the wind swirled around his cloak. D put the bag in this little pouch on his leather sash and tied it up properly. While D was doing this, hand noticed some slight movement behind him, in the direction of the dead body. "Wait a minuet, D, you know that vampires…."
Hand stopped chattering abruptly when D made a swift hard kick behind him, smashing in the head of the vampire who was starting to come around again, as he had only had his throat sliced. Blood splattered the side the tree, some how missing D, unless you count the bottom of his black boat. D walked foreword a little, and if by some unknown command, his horse came to his side. He took the reins purposely in his left hand and hoisted himself up, his cloak flapping behind him. The front portion of his hat lifting slightly to reveal two small red eyes, laying far back in the head.
As D moved slightly in his seat, adjusting to his comfort as the armor was not exactly very moveable; he loosened the grip of his left hand and moved it to his face so he could pier at it eye to eye. There was a hint of annoying in his voice as he said this, "Do you ever shut up?"
Hand looked at him sternly, "Hey, I am only trying to make conversation here. It's often boring attached to a person who has no fun." He puts emphasis on this next part, "Especially, one who has a bad sense of dress. Ha ha ha… I mean, ever looked at yourself in the mirror, your not exactly great looking. OH, but wait, you can't can you, vampire half? Ha ha ha…"
D gritted his teeth slightly and clenched his left hand hard. He put the reins in them first, right over his mouth, and pulled back slightly to take control of the horse. Then D looked up at the sky, and the trail in front of him. His cloak flowed with the wind as he motioned the horse to leave, starting off slowly, he had time to not go fast for the moment.