Hello everyone and welcome to Brothers of Dark Blood Chapter Three! Now we shall see how D thinks of this brother from another time...

As said in the previous chapters this is a rewrite, because I copyed Patricia de Lioncourt's mini-series (which I believe is called the 'Brothers' series, I could be wrong though) But from here on out there will be no copied work so there is no need for alarm. Once again, I am very sorry Patricia de Lioncourt for copying your mini-series.

But now that that's done and out of the way, I hope that you all like this flic and enjoy it. I hope that it is to everyones liking and I also hope that you like it too, Patricia de Lioncourt.

Please enjoy and reveiw!

Disclaimer- I don't own Castlevania or any related character. It all belongs to Konami. I also don't own Vampire Hunter D or any related character. It all belongs to Hideyuki Kikuchi.

Chapter Three: The Hunter becomes the Hunted

A forest stood with trees that stood old and large, their size was a clear sign that they were very old and was getting older with each passing day. But a fight was insuring in this once peaceful woods.

A man ran through the endless line of trees that surrounded him, he was a vampire. He was paled skin like chalk board, had short black hair, his clothing were raggedy and stained with crimson (implying that this creature had killed a great deal in his 'Unlife') and his eyes were blood red out of rage and exhaustion. He slowly came to a stop and placed his hands on his knees as he panted greatly, he had been running on end for the last few minutes that and he hadn't drink blood in a week, but then he sensed something and his head snapped back.

Two streaks of white light shot out through the darkness and he jumped and two decent sword marks (that layed in the shape of an X) gashed into the ground, just missing his legs.

When the vampire looked back into the darkness he saw his attacker, a beautiful youth dressed in blue armour with a blue cape that reached down to his ankles, a blue pendent that hung around his neck and he wore a wide brimmed blue hat that covered his eyes, concealing them in the shadows. In his right hand he held onto a longsword with a curved edge. The youth stood, poised and ready.

The vampire shook his head, sending his short hair waving in the air that surrounded it. His arms came up, his hands in fists; ready to defend himself in case his attacker made the next move. However, the dark-haired boy simply stood there, sword gleaming in the full moon's light and his dark-near black-blue traveller's cloak encircling him.

The vampire's panting had now stopped as he looked at his attacker with a murderous glare; this had been the same man who had been hunting him for the past few damn hours and he thought that he had gotten the drop on him six minutes ago but, as it seemed, he was wrong.

"I must say…" the vampire started, his voice deep with hatred, "you're quite a disappointment to what the legends say…Vampire Hunter D" D gave no answer. The vampire's amber-red eyes gleamed with an evil light out of glee "ever the silent one, eh?" he said, with a dark smile on his face. "I bet you're wondering why I attacked ya, right?" he asked.

The vampire was Louis Merrick; he was the son of a low-ranking noble family and he and his brother escape when they were only ten (both physically and mentally) when their parents were killed by the humans. He and his brother then made a habit of moving from place to place, slaughtering and drinking from thousands as they travelled the Frontier. They earned the title 'Brothers of Death' a fitting title for the two. But a recent tragedy had struck the two…

Which brings us to now…

"I don't care for your reason" D said, a hunter's life was an occupational hazard so being attack was to be expected.

"I have a damn good reason attack you! You're the reason my brother is dead!" he snarled with deep venom, angered that D didn't sound like he cared.

"I've killed many" D replied. There was no emotion in his voice, as if it meant nothing. Which to him it didn't, killing vampires was no different than killing insects if you were a successful hunter, to which D was. And killing them would make the world a better place.

D lunged at Louis and slashed his sword at him but Louis managed to just move out of the way in time once again. He landed onto the soft ground and shook his head.

"But you weren't the one who killed him" he spat.

D gave a second pause at this, as if he was slightly confused. But, after a mere second, he was moving once again. He would not get any benefit from Killing this vampire but he didn't care, even though he attacked him for not reason. It would both make him feel better and make one less vampire to worry about in the future. He brought his sword down once again but killed nothing but air.

But Louis did not fight back for whatever reason.

D had to give Louis some credit where it was due, most of D's victims would be dead by now but Louis had survived a good hour at the least, maybe he was from a strong bloodline? He didn't know nor did he actually care.

He was just impressed, was all.

Louis jumped back and leaned next to the base of a tree, panting ever so slightly. D landed ten feet before him, crouched and was about to lunge but…

"The one who killed my brother was a man. He was hunting, for you!" Louis hissed.

D stopped and froze, right before he was about to give the finishing blow. The Dhampir was used to being attacked, it happened all the time…but he had never been hunted before…that was new.

He got to a standing position and held his sword upward, aimed for the man's tender throat. "Who was the man that killed your brother?" he asked, his tone surprisingly calm, despite what he had just learned.

"A damn Dhampir, like yourself" Louis spat, his sharp nails clenched into the wood behind him but he made no move of his own.

D did not move in the slightest "That tells me nothing," D said, there was no hint of annoyance in his voice, there was nothing in those words.

"He was a lot like you, you know. But he was fairer, had long, white-blond hair. I bet you two had the same Noble father" Louis said with a cocky smirk, one would be surprised to see a vampire being cocky in the presence of Vampire Hunter D. One, if not, the best vampire hunter around. But Louis felt no fear for the half-blood, only hatred and anger and he could see, even under that emotionless mask, that he was scared by what he had told him.

& it did, for D's grip around the hilt of his sword tightened. Another son of the Sacred Ancestor? That's impossible…he was his father's only success…he told him himself no more than three years ago and all the times he was growing up beside him.

Coming back to reality, D took two steps forward and asked "What does this Dhampir want with me?" his sword still pointed at Louis's throat, had it been a gun it would have been more frightening.

Louis snarled "Don't know, you damn bastard. I didn't exactly ask him when he was cutting my brother fucking in half!"

The Dhampir stiffed like rock. If this Dhampir could do that…then he must be powerful. A Dhampir's power grows, not only with skills but with age too. How old was this other hunter?

"I see…then why didn't you destroy him?" D asked, with a hint of interest.

Louis glared at him. He looked down and blinked, a mixture of anger and sadness came to his eyes. "I…couldn't. He was unreal…he was so powerful. I…ran," he muttered. He kept his gaze away from the beautiful shadow, as the memory of the other Dhampir still clouded his mind as he remembered his dear brother's screams of agony…

D nodded, stepping forth. He came very close to Louis and placed the tip of his sword right at his throat. The vampire glared, but said nor did nothing. "And why did you attack me? Did this other Dhampir send you?" D demanded, his tone amazingly filled with anger. More so than anyone would have heard before.

"No!" Louis growled with hate "he didn't. I…"

"You wanted vengeance for your brother's death…& thought I would be easier to defeat" D finished with a calm-emotionless voice, he sheathed his sword. "Go," the Dhampir said, turning around "don't throw away your life on such trivalent matters" There was silence as D walked a few paces away. He whistled for his black cyborg horse, the animal trotting immediately out to meet him.

However, a sinister laughter caused D to turn; he saw Louis's face had contorted into a hideous face of laughter. When he collected himself he sniggered "you know…that's very unlike you…Dhampir…" D turned back once again, not wanted to hear what the vampire had to say, he started to walk away once more "& all this…just out of petty jealously?" D stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes wide with shock, the first in a while.

Jealously? What a joke! What did he have to be jealous of…this…other Dhampir…?

But then the Louis went too far by saying "is somebody jealous of his big brother?" he said this in a mocking, childish voice that ended with another spat of disgust.

D's hands clenched so tightly they would have drawn blood, he turned back sharply at the undead maggot and slashed his sword at him. But caught nothing but the tree, which now had a decent gash mark that reached a good few centimetres in it.

Another chortles of mocking laughter filled the air and D looked up and see Louis, standing on the high branch of a near-by tree "we'll meet again, Dhampir. I can promise you that!" he called out. A white streak of light shot at the branch but Louis jumped off it and leaped like an animal onto other branches and went out of sight.

All the while giving a mocking laughter.

D gave a soft growl and sheathed his sword once more. He turned his back on the battle scene and looked to his horse, which had been watching the fight for the last few seconds. D mounted his cyborg horse and kicked off, his thoughts far away and focused on the mysterious Dhampir that was apparently hunting him.

Could it be possible then? Had his father, Dracula, have another success?

Was there another son of the Sacred Ancestor out there in the world?

Did he…have a…brot-

This thought, especially the last one, disturbed him greatly. For a good part of his life D had lived alone. No one had ever been to close to him in his life, apart from those who had fallen in love with him but he would never stay around with them. and now there was some brother out there?

Yes, indeed, this did disturbed the hunter greatly but then another part of him felt something…something he hasn't felt in a long, long time…it was…happiness? But why? What was there to be happy about? A brother would only slow him down; family was something the Dhampir had long forgotten the importance of. But…maybe the half-blood felt…envy?

That was true enough, he had felt envy from most of the people he had met during his travels…they all had someone…he didn't. He had a Father, true, but he was a basted, one would wonder why though. D seemed to hate his Father out of some reason that must have been far back in the Dhampir's life and too terrible to forgive, a human would not hold so much hate all their life but D did, mainly due to the fact that he was half-human,…& it always made noble and humans alike wonder why, if they knew that is.

One D reached a local town that was close to the forest that he had left; he came to a local bar and stopped a few feet before its entrance, still on his horse. He looked back to where he had entered and then back to the bar.

What was he thinking? This other Dhampir which might be a brother, finding a new contract and work for money or something else? The emotional hue that filled his eyes remained a single shade of cold, clear black. Before long, he turned his horse around and headed back the way he came.

"Well, this isn't like you" a voice from seemingly nowhere said, a tone of mocking smugness painted it "letting a noble live, turnin' tail from, what might be, the only place to get some cash after neatly months of nothing. Don't tell me this new of another Dhampir has got your knickers in a twist" the voice spat with snicker.

"You're out of line" D responded, not a tinge of emotion colouring the words.

Just whom was D talking too? The road ahead was a dusty path that had building on both sides; each one had the sound of people as they went about their normal lives. Aside from the voices that could be heard, but where not put to him, there was no sign of anyone around. and yet, there still was that voice.

"Really? Well then, why leave? Work's been dry these past through months and we're low on cash so why in the hell are we leaving?!" D gave not answer so the voice continued but it sounded like it was mocking him, or maybe reminding a certain fact that D disliked: "don't forget, Dhampir. I know you. I know how you think, I know how you feel, I know every move you can muster, and of course: I know how you get threatened. You're afraid that you have a brother, aren't you?" to this, D merely said "is that what you think?" D had left the town and his horse was now walking down a path that lead to some location far from the town.

"No shit, Sherlock. It's just like what you usually do: you deny the affections of some pretty woman just because you fear you'll become like your Father and now you think that this Dhampir, who might be your brother, will be just like him" there was a chuckle before the voice said "you can be quite childish when you want to be" D then clenched his left hand into a tight fist as he gave his horse a kick to make it go faster down the path that lead into the unknown.

Still, one couldn't help but wonder if the young man has completely lost his mind to a dialogue with an imaginary companion as he sat there on his horse. But because of the tone, quality and everything else about the two voices were completely different; the weird scene would only seem possible through some truly ingenious ventriloquism. But this was not the case for D but you would have only seen that have you looked D's left hand. D's left palm is the host for a sentient symbiote, which was called Left Hand, Leftie or just plain symbiote or by its species name Countenanced Carbuncle. The creature looks like an old human face, it is mainly known (to those who know of its existence and to D himself) for its wise-cracking nature, as he likes to make fun of the emotionless Dhampir. In a way, the creature is D's sole companion as well as his guild, as the little creature knows much about the Nobility.

The wind howled as D's steed ran down the path, now was not the time for money now was the time to find this hunter who was after him. As his face stayed emotionless, D gave only one thought as he rode into the night well, if this hunter wants me, then I'm going to have to find him first no more was thought nor said after that.

There you have it! Get ready for the next chapter, for the two brothers will meet face to face...