Chapter 14:
Seras flinched again, but this time, it was not from D's touch, but his proclamation. Seras wondered why he would help her, if he was a hunter of vampires, but she thought it would be out of place to ask. D moved to Seras other arm, the one on her right, which was hanging dead like at her side. D did not need to touch this one to know what was wrong.
"Your arm is dislocated." D stated like even a child would have known that, "It will sting to relocate it. Grab onto something to help relieve the pain." D was looking straight into her eyes, due to the redness; he already knew what she was. The thing that Seras noticed, as she could not see his face from the hat before, was that he had red eyes too.
Seras nodded in acknowledgement at his statement, she was unsure what this vampire hunter was, as she decided that he was not human. Hmm. He has red eyes, I thought only vampires had red eyes, but then why would he be hunting vampires… It is not like he works for an organization bent on the destruction of them, he is a rogue. She noted as he had what appeared to be a sack of money hanging from his belt, which made a slight clanging sound when he walked. Something else also occurred to her as she noticed his other vampire like attributes. If he is a vampire…how can he stand this sunlight? I can only stand it, barely, as I have Alucard's blood through my veins and since this forest is heavily shaded.
D put his left arm on Seras' right, sending a surge of pain up her arm, which she managed to not show. He offered his right hand to her other, so that she could cling when the pain became unbearable. I did not know he meant to hold on to him. Seras mused at his gesture to hold her hand, which she noticed was just as pale as in the color of his face. Unlike her master, he did not seem to ever take his hat off, as he was so pale in color.
With a sharp movement upward, D moved her arm socket into place. With this motion, a new surge of pain, even greater than the last, went screaming through Seras. It seemed like lighting her very veins on fire. Seras gritted her teeth hard, and her left hand clenched his right so hard that Seras thought she may break it off, but D seemed not to pay it any mind.
After a minuet or two, which to Seras felt like forever, she let go. D stared at the hand that was clenched by her. She is strong, but weak. She also has red eyes, but she can not be a full vampire or all her wounds would have healed by now, no matter how weak she has become physically. I wonder…she seems not to have had any blood for days, unless she is newly made. D thought as he took his hand off of Seras' now relocated arm.
D then walked slowly to the side of Seras, and looked over her legs, which were all bloody and mangled. There are several sets of deep teeth marks, claw marks, and pieces of flesh that seemed to come out from odd angles. Her left arm, the one that she used to defend, was in better shape as it only had a set of teeth marks that seemed to be slight dashes across her arm, which occurred when she tried to get the thing off of her.
D looked down at her legs, and then up to Seras, who was watching him in wonder, but thankfulness all the same. "You can't walk; your legs would not support you. Your right arm needs to be braced so that you do not hurt it more." He spoke coolly, but not without some form of concern, a very slight emotion of it.
D got up again, making cling noises due to the rustling of his armor, and the sway of his cape did not help. He walked next to Seras, to the tree that she was leaning on, and with a crunch sound, snapped off a fairly sized branch, which he would have to cut down to size. He walked silently past Seras to another tree with the giant dog creature pinned to it; his sword hilt was the only thing showing. With what seemed like no effort at all, D took hold of his hilt with his right hand, and pulled it out of the tree. The creature slid down the tree leaving a trail of blood as the sword released him.
Seras eyed him intently as she watched him cut the branch like it was bread through butter. There was so much Seras wanted to ask him, but dared not to; she still feared what he could do, though, for the moment he was helping. His almost ever silence reminded her of her master again. Ah, why is it that he seems so similar to him. Or is it that older vampires seemed to have similarities. Of course, she was underestimating the fact that she really wanted to see her master again, but was too proud to admit that.
D put his sword back in its sheath and continued to line up the wood bark with her now semi-functional arm. She did not see how he would tie the pieces together as he had no string, or cloth, to do so. Once the wood was in place, he held it together in his right hand, and grabbed hold of the tree. From the tree, he ripped off a long piece of bark, which seemed to come off in one continuous strand until he made a sharp tug that ripped the piece off. Then he took the piece and wrapped the tree bark to her arm, carefully, as to try and not to cause her any more pain. He finished it with a tight knot on the bottom side. The splint went from the middle of her upper arm to just below her wrist; D was trying to keep that part straight for now just to let the tendons that were moved from the dislocation become stronger.
D stood back to look at her for a moment, while Seras, who was still kind of shocked at all that just happened in the past hour or so, looked straight back. Seras felt that his eyes seemed to see everything; this thought alone was very intimidating, making her feel even weaker than she had for allowing those dog creatures to take so much of her.
At this point, D's left hand decided to make an appearance now that she was somewhat better off. "Hey D, whose the girl? She seems kind of quiet, but that is how you like it."
Seras eyes widened to a dark red at the sound of the higher pitched sarcastic sounding little voice. She looked back and forth, but saw no one else there. Then, she saw it, there was a face on the inside of D's left hand. What the heck is that?!?! I know it is a face, but why is it there… and it can speak? Don't you need a throat to speak, or the air from it off of your voice box, or something? Seras was in a state of semi-freaked out.
D moved his left hand up to stare at it, telling him to shut up with his eyes. He then looked back to Seras, whose eyes seemed to almost pop out of her skull. D's left hand would not take just a simple stare as an answer, he contracted his face a little in a pug little smile, looking up at D, who was still looking at Seras. Left hand shifted his eyes a little to see her as well, and then looked back to D and said, "Ah, I see how it is D. No need for words, this one, and you're too embarrassed to ask." Left hand said sarcastically to D, to get his attention, which it did.
D stared down at his hand, he grumbled a little, but there was nothing he could really do. His eyes of red were like dagger, pointed to kill his hand, or at least the thing in his hand. His agitation grew extremely, but D was good at keeping a level head in such times and he would get him back later. Seras watched all this as if it was not even happening, with a dumbfounded expression on her face, either her wounds were getting to her, or this sight freaked her out more than she knew.
D walked to Seras and stood above her staring down, and she automatically stared up. He put out his left hand so that she could see it, though; he thought that she had already seen enough of it. Left hand smiled at her, which is kind of weird looking, a hand that smiles. D knew he would have to say something for the hand, but was unsure of what to say. He towered over her, as he was pretty tall, and started to speak in his usual monotone like voice, "This is left hand. Don't pay him much mind, he is only a spirit who entered my hand." D turned to glare at it evilly and then back to Seras, "No, he will not leave."
Seras sat in awe, she did not know much about spirits; she had heard tales from her father that certain types could invade objects, but never body parts. Seras tried to speak, and even opened her mouth, but her throat seemed to swell together. Nothing would come out.
Left hand, who was not exactly happy at his introduction, looked to Seras as well. "Hi there little miss. You can just call me lefty, everybody does, or anyone who is not D that knows me, which would be no one." He beamed at this little pun, but continued anyways as D stared at him, "Okay then. Hey, I never got your name, and I do not think D has either. Isn't that right D?" D growled at this, Lefty continued, "Oh don't mind him, he is just a little grumpy, and he is not very good at remembering to introduce himself, or others either."
D stared a little more and had just about had enough from his fast talking hand, he clenched it a little, just enough for it to hurt him. He continued to clench until he heard a muffled owwie sound and let go, staring at him again.
Seras found this amusing and started to laugh, which made both D and left hand turn to look at her. She squint her eyes and was actually giggling, but after a moment of noticing that she was being stared at, stopped abruptly. Her sides started to hurt from the movement when she laughed and she winced a little, but only for a moment. She then looked back up to them, her eyes still held pain, but now was a bit happier.
"I am Seras Victoria, you can just call me Seras." Still a bit shaken, she was at least able to say this, barely.