Once more, I do not own Vampire Hunter D or anything else besides this story and my char Eve. Thank you for the replies and enjoy the Chapter

It was raining again, big surprise; after all it was the Raining Season. D stared up at the showering sky, wondering if the damned rain would ever stop coming down. No matter where he went, there was always rain there. It was like having his own group of clouds that do nothing but follow him and rain on him. Hardly ever was there any sunshine. Only rain and misery, he should be used to it now from the long years of it. Sadly, he knew that he could really never get over it. No matter how many years of wondering, killing, and saving, he would never be able to get over the loneliness.

If you just ended it, maybe you wouldn't suffer so.

Yeah, that was true. So why hasn't he ended it? If there was nothing left for him, why hasn't he step into the sun, and allow death to take him? All it would lead is just a few moments of pain. A few moments of all the terrible memories, and then he would meet all his victims in Hell. Maybe things would be better. Maybe some things would just get worse. The question was simple, why hasn't he killed himself yet? The answer, however, was much harder and complicated.

As if the heavens heard his questions inside his head, streaks of light managed to peer from the clouds, as the rain drizzled over the lands. D glared at the sunlight reflecting down on the wet green grass. The offer was tempting, so very tempting. No one would miss him; no one wants him, not one who cares of him.

Very slowly, he began to walk towards the streak of light.

No. He couldn't do it. He would not give the pleasure and satisfaction of his death to others. That would just be stupid giving up like that. He would rather die in combat then to die by his selfish reasons. D the Vampire Hunter would not die as a weakling and coward. He would not be tamed, and he would never become close to anyone. He was born alone, he has walked alone, and he has fought alone. It wouldn't hurt him to die alone.

D stopped in his place, just inches from the streak of light. Even so, he could still feel the suns heat on his hands and face. To protect himself, D coated himself in his dark magic, the only thing that kept him from turning into crisp by the touch of sunlight. Some would think he could survive sunlight because of his human half. But the truth was that he is a monster, like his father. Like his father, he couldn't survive sunlight. It was the magic that he learned threw the years that kept him alive all this time.

As D looked up, he caught the site of a large mansion sitting peacefully on the hill. It was the kind of place that anyone would love to live and start a family in. The home its self was white with rose vines growing at every side reaching as far as the third floor. There was a large white deck with stairs to a higher level where the deck stood over the green landscape. It was completely obvious that the family was rich and was swimming in money.

Damn Lucky humans.

With a slight huff, D turned to head back into the forest. But he stopped as something reached his ears, the sound of sobbing, and crying. What the hell? Who could be crying out here? By the sound, he could tell that the owner wasn't that far away.

Out of his own curiosity, D turned towards the sound and followed it. He didn't know why, usually he would just put it at the back of his mind and forget about it. But somehow, he couldn't do it. The sound of crying always made him think back to the days where he too once cried. The days that he did not know who or what he was. The only thing he understood was hate, furry, and madness. It didn't take long before he grew with that feeling. Even today, hate was always deep inside of him, never to stop torturing him with the memories of his past.

He continued to follow the sound until it leads him to a red barn full of hey and horses inside. The smell of the horses and hey filled his nostrils as D walked up closer. The door to the barn was wide open, welcoming the breeze whenever it came. With slight interests, the Vampire Hunter walked closer to the open doors, and peered inside. As he stood at the opening, his eyes rested on a young girl, curled up in a pile of hey.

His eyelids lowered at the sight. The girl seemed no more then a child of the age of 18. Her skin was a pale-cream color that nearly glowed from the peering sunlight. She had light freckles that crossed the bridge of her nose and both her cheeks, they possibly couldn't have been noticed at the first glance, but they showed more clearly by the redness of her cheeks from crying. He wasn't able to catch a sight of her eyes, but D could see her loose dark brown hair that possibly stopped at the small of her back. She had chin long bangs that were wet by her tears, and dusted from the salt of the hey.

She wore a crimson dress, most likely the best of fashion at the moment, and was slightly wet from the rain. Most likely she was running threw it. The gown shaped her waists and chest perfectly, making it easy for D to see the fit figure the girl held. She didn't really have the most attractive body and looks he had ever seen, but it was enough to turn a man's head for one more look.

As if she felt his stare, the girl opened her eyes and stared up at him with a look of complete shock over her eyes. That's when D was finally able to see her eyes. While the rest of her wasn't the most exciting appearance, her gray eyes made up for that very well. Her eyes were caught between a color of gray and blue somehow making a breath taking appearance. But even so, D fought to keep a straight face. There was no time to be staring at a young girl who could possibly turn at him in any moment. Most of them did.

He stared down at her, waiting for her to scream and run away like so many others did. She was scared; he could sense it like any other predator out in the world. It was only minutes until she would run away for help, calling for someone, anyone, to help her. He could already see her running, fear fresh in those gray eyes, and screaming for help over and over again. But, to his greater surprise, she didn't scream, she didn't run away. Neither did she pick up something to throw at him, like what most other women when they fought to get him out of the way.

With that thought alone, D's vampiric instincts kicked in, one of the more, unwanted, and sexual instincts. Like all Vampires, he too had the sexual need for a woman's body and blood. The vampires were natural born sexual masters. They never had to learn what pleases their bed toy to know how to make them whimper with need and pleasure. A damned curse that had no use for him in his life, but he had them any way, and drove him into insanity as well.

His eyes glanced back over her chest as he tilted his head just slightly to the side. Now that he noticed, her breasts were just the size where one could grasp and hold every so gently. They weren't too small, luckily for her. As his glaze lowered, his eyes landed over her hips. Unlike her breasts, they were a nice size, a little big, but it did going a nice shape of curves for her body.

His body responded hard to her body. It was strange. He had seen much more attractive women in his travels, women who took away a man's breath, and had the body to drive them mad. A few times he did respond to their beauty, but it was hardly noticeable. But this one was different; he felt himself hardening under his armor. As his eyes looked down at those small pale hands that looked ever so gentle and inviting to touch, it didn't help his erection any less.

He shook the thoughts aside and turned back to the girls face, his eyes lowered at her as he wondered if he should leave or not. Before he could decide if he should or not, the girl stood up.

Eve stood up from the large hey pile as she stared over at the dark man in front of her. His dark eyes never left her, even though he looked down at her, she did not think that he was truly there all the way. Something in this man's eyes looked as if he was someplace far, far away from where his body stood. It wasn't only his eyes that seemed away, but his expression as well. His face was unreadable, far away, and filled with a hint of pain. Eve didn't know how she could have sensed that uneasy pain, but she knew it was there. Something about this man told a lifetime of pain and misery, even loneliness.

She rubbed away her tears that still stained her cheeks and eyes, trying to keep any more tears from drawing down her face. Dear lord she hated being so weak and pitiful. After she pulled herself together, Eve glanced up at the man and nearly gasped.

The man in front of her was absolutely stunning yet again fearful. His features were pale, sharp, and elegant. His eyes were hiding under the shadows of his black hat with the darkest brown hair spilling out over his shoulders and stopped at his chest plates of his armor. The armor it's self was beautifully made, and one of the most beautiful she had ever seen. Never has she truly seen such dark armor that fitted it's wearer perfectly. He stood at the size of a mountain it seemed, it wasn't normal to find someone 6'4 around here. Still, it didn't make him seem his true height. It was like he was slumping just to keep his real size down as he walked. He was huge.

There was a dark and dangerous aura around him. One that made Eve feel tiny and helpless while in his presents. The Aura carried anger, strength, skill, and most of all, sadness. It frightened her, yet again made her interested in learning more about the man.

Get a hold of yourself Eve.

She told herself in her head, hushing away any other thoughts about the strange man. Eve tucked her bangs behind her ears as she stared at him, just as he stared at her. Her tears and sobs hushed themselves away, as she stared at him. For some reason, she felt like running up to him and hugging him. To hold him tight and tell him that he was safe with her. Shaking her head, Eve shook away her thoughts, finally finding the courage to speak out loud.

"Can I help you sir?" She asked, trying to rub away the dust from the hey over her skin. She halfway expected him to answer her. And he did.

"No…"

Eve blinked at him. Jeeze, only one word from him? This guy possibly didn't even like to talk. "Do you need anything?" He shook his head this time, but froze for a split second. Eve held her breath as she waited for him to speak. His voice was so deep; she didn't think that she could hear him too well.

Then, he started to walk up towards her. His steps were silent and large. One step equaled up to three or four of hers. He was obviously filled with power and strength. With each step he took, the more power she could see within him. That was then when Eve realized how weak she truly was. This man could snap her in half like a twig. She gulped at him as he continued to walk closer and closer. She took several steps back, trying to separate the distance between them, but her back hit the wall behind her.

He continued to walk up towards her without stopping. Fear rose in Eve's chest as she remembered all those stories she was told about women getting rapped and murdered. Could this be happening to her? What was he doing …?