Vampire Hunter D Fanfic#1
Dracula's Dream Realized
Ch.2: Dinner at Lauren's House
Okay, I get the feeling no one likes this one… But it gets better, I promise! Possible rating change has to do with violence. Disclaimer: I do not own D. the only dhampire I own is Silvaris, and believe me he's a pain. So don't sue me, I'm broke anyway.
D followed the oddly perky girl. The Hunter wasn't given a second thought by the townspeople they passed. The girl started talking again after a few minutes. " Oh, yeah, I haven't introduced myself, have I? My name's Lauren. My family owns a small farm where I stay with my brother and my Aunt and Uncle. It's a really big house, though, and there's way too much room. So what's your name?"
"D."
"D, huh? I like it! It's a cool name. Oh, we're here!" With that Lauren ran up to the front door of a farmhouse just outside the town. "Auntie! Uncle! Lawrence! I'm home! I brought company!" she yelled into the house. Apparently someone asked whom she had dragged home. " His name is D. He's a confused Hunter." D, standing by the gate, mumbled, " I'm not confused…." under his breath. "Hey, they said its okay! My brother will take care of your horse for you. Come on in!" Lauren said, materializing at D's side. The now slightly frightened hunter followed the overly perky girl into the house. He was greeted to the sight of a boy around eleven running down the stairs to pounce on Lauren. That was probably Lawrence. A motherly old lady came out of the kitchen on the right. "Oh, hello Mr.…D, was it? I'm sorry my husband Philip isn't here to greet you, he's finishing the chores. I'm Martha, Lauren's aunt. Make yourself at home, Mr.D, dinner's almost ready." The old woman went back into the kitchen. D leaned his sword against the wall and sat on the old-ladyish couch (the kind with the lace shawl and big pink flowers on it), resting his foot on the opposite knee. Lawrence came downstairs again, his sister calling to him to take care of that poor horse. D cocked his head at the boy as if to say 'she does this a lot, doesn't she?' The boy gave a cocky grin and rolled his eyes in a 'you have no idea' guesture. D chuckled inwardly. Ass Lawrence opened the door an older man walked in. he went straight to the kitchen, was informed of the guest, and went upstairs. The boy went outside to tend to D's mount. He came back in about five minutes later, just as Martha announced dinner was ready. Lawrence turned to the dining room on the left of the living room, as both Lauren and her uncle came down the stairs. When Lauren saw D just sitting there she grabbed his arm and told him that that meant him, too. The Hunter allowed the girl to drag him to a seat at the big oval table. He was sitting on the right of the head of the table, across from Martha, and next to Lawrence. Philip, Lauren's uncle, sat at the head of the table. Martha brought in a lot of food. Really, really good food. Everyone started to eat once Martha sat down. Everyone except D, who hardly touched his food. Phillip offered him some wine, which he and Martha were having. D looked oddly at the wine.
" I never touch the stuff." He said softly.
" That's alright, then." Kind old Phillip said. Then he did a double take. " Lauren, " he began, "Why didn't you tell us our guest was a dhampire?" D tensed; he knew what came next. This was the point at which people always became either angry or frightened. Phillip was indeed angry, but not at D.
"Huh? D's a dhampire? Like Theresa? I didn't know that. I thought she was the only one…" Lauren said around a mouthful of food. Her uncle sighed, anger dissipated.
" Lauren, really, open your eyes child. I'm sorry, sir,' The old man said to D, "If my niece had spoken up sooner you would bee sitting at the head of the table, instead of at the stranger's place. One of Noble blood surely deserves our respect."
" I renounced that Noble blood years ago. I deserve no respect, I am descended from fiends. Excuse me, I will go." D made as if to leave. Phillip grabbed his arm. "Please, stay for a while. I am sorry if I have offended you, sir, but you see, this town owes so much to the Nobility, it is considered an honor to have one to dinner. Here, let me explain…" D stood there for a moment, then sat stiffly in his chair again. Martha smiled, Lawrence grinned, and perky Lauren beamed. Lauren's aunt leaned over to whisper to her for a moment, then Lauren nodded, and got up from the table. D hadn't time to wonder what she was doing because Phillip started his story.
It gets better, I promise! Next chapter: Chapter 3: God Bless the Nobility