Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction ❯ God of Death ❯ Chapter 8: Ambush ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Queenhellfire 
Under the guise of safety, D and Melissa are drawn into a trap.
Anime/Manga: Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Occult / Adventure / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 12.13.2010 | Updated On: 01.27.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 197 | Status: Completed
Under the guise of safety, D and Melissa are drawn into a trap.
Anime/Manga: Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Occult / Adventure / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 12.13.2010 | Updated On: 01.27.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 197 | Status: Completed
Chapter 8: Ambush
D ventured into the right passage after parting ways with the Huntress. No sooner than she was out of earshot, a needling voice shattered the desolate silence that hung in the roughly hewn corridor.
‘Well, aren’t you a big old softie,’ snickered the countenanced carbuncle. ‘I was expecting you to give her a kiss to go with those words.’
‘I was only keeping her fears at bay.’ The dhampir’s tone had not changed in the slightest. ‘We are in a vampire lair, after all and there is no telling where Titus could be hiding.’
‘Be that as it may, you were doing more than stopping her from shaking in her tight little suit. Is your concern for her making you restless? Or could it be that you can’t stand to see her in distress?’
‘Is that what you think?’
‘Well, I’m not saying I blame you for wanting to preserve something so fine,’ the parasite chuckled. ‘Maybe after all this is done, you could ask her to bare her throat and take some of her blood. I’m sure she wouldn’t –‘
The next words were cut off as the Vampire Hunter clenched his fist tight enough to dig his nails into his palm. A strangled groan and a trickle of blood were all that attested to his agitation. His eyes gave off a faint crimson glow before it faded, his frosted beauty restored. Even the most dazzling of women would pale in the presence of the gorgeous youth. He turned his head slightly towards the entrance of the tunnel, his countenance bearing no emotion. Not even the most skilled of telepaths would be able to read into the deeply shuttered recesses of his mind to discover that he did feel a modicum of concern for the girl who had travelled with him. But before he could decide whether to turn back, a shrill cry echoed down the tunnel, feminine and very much alarmed.
‘D! Don’t go down that way! It’s a trap!’
The minute those words floated to his ears, a strange glow lit up the tunnel. It was flickering strangely and giving off an intense heat. Fire! The vampires were indeed here and it seemed they were trying to trap the dhampir by flooding the tunnel with flames. D turned on his heel and flew down the corridor, making his way back to the entrance. A tongue of flame shot from the opening as the Vampire Hunter dove out into the main cavern. That had been too close for comfort, but aside from a badly singed hem, the gorgeous youth seemed to be perfectly intact.
‘That was too close,’ muttered the parasite. ‘Becoming a piece of fried meat is not a lifelong ambition of mine. So how do you figure she knew it was a trap?’
D did not answer. Instead he made for the left passage, his cloak billowing in the wake of his movements. The question as to how the woman had known of the laid out trap became quickly apparent as the sound of flesh colliding and a pained cry echoed down the hall. Following the cry was a sibilant voice, edged with metallic laughter as though the owner of such a voice was enjoying such sordid sport. The dhampir turned the corner and slipped into the shadows that were perfectly suited to him.
~*~
A sharp cry was forced from Melissa as the redhead delivered a hard, open-handed slap to the face. She’d been able to warn the dhampir of the vampires’ attack but hadn’t been able to draw her sword in time. Her hands were bound in rusted chains that bit into her soft flesh, leaving reddish brown stains where the years of weathering disintegrated and powdered her pale skin. Twin males flanked her, their strong fingers digging into the girl’s shoulders.
‘So tell me, Bitch of Death,’ Lizbeth purred sadistically. ‘Where is the Vampire Hunter? Or are you trying to tell me you came of your own volition?’
‘If I knew where D was, I wouldn’t tell you,’ the beautiful woman spat hatefully. ‘As for why I’m here, it’s perfectly obvious. I’m going to kill you for butchering my horse.’
A purr of laughter erupted from the vampire, sending shivers down the Huntress’s spine. ‘Don’t make me laugh. You would kill me to avenge the death of a ratty little thing like that? Even you are above such idiocy.’
A blur of motion and the woman’s head jerked to the side, long lines of blood trickling down her face. Lizbeth raised her taloned hand once more, bloodlust flickering in her eyes. ‘Now tell me…….where is the Hunter?’
‘Right here.’
The voice caused them all to whirl towards it. Standing in the corridor was the young man in black, his features so exquisitely defined it seemed the handiwork of an angel. But even an angel would cower beneath the eerie aura that emanated from this youth, so ghastly it was the twin male vampires shrunk back from behind their mistress. The delicate young Huntress bound between them had to take a moment to compose herself. Shivers ran down her spine as she remembered what manner of man this Hunter truly was. For not even the most hardened of warriors would have been able to stand against the gorgeous dhampir without taking on the pallor of death.
‘So nice to see you again, dhampir,’ Lizbeth chuckled. She bent down and grabbed the woman, roughly jerking her to her feet by the chains. Melissa gritted her teeth in pain as the rusted steel scraped against soft flesh, leaving bloody stains in their wake. ‘Here for the girl, I take it? Though I don’t understand why you would bothered with a child that has been shunned by her own kind.’
‘And to be kept with you would be a gentler fate?’ D replied, his tone unchanged as he addressed the female vampire.
‘Why not? She’d be more use to us as a soldier than she is as a Hunter.’
‘I would rather die than be a corpsefucker like you!’, Melissa spat the statement at the redhead. Lizbeth’s eyes flashed and she swiped her hand across the woman’s face again. The Huntress cried out as blood spattered the rough stone floor. Her right side of her face was now deeply gouged with the marks left by the vampire’s claws.
‘Don’t be boring, child. Everyone who says that dies,’ chuckled Lizbeth. She raised her talons to her lips and licked the blood from them. Her eyes rolled into her head, the rapture of the blood thirst taking her momentarily. ‘So sweet…….yet so full of fire…oh, the joy I’m going to have draining you.’
‘Release the girl,’ D said, his longsword now in his hand.
‘I think not……not when there is such sweet, fresh blood in front of me. And I haven’t fed tonight.’ Her hands reached out for the Huntress, trembling at the anticipation of ending the girl in the trademark style.
A sudden flash of white light flooded the corridor. Lizbeth screeched like a blind bat and raised her arms to shield herself while Melissa had to screw her eyes shut, turning away from the light. There was no telling when the flash grenade had been set off for it didn’t look as though D had moved an inch from where he stood. A beautiful sound filled her ears and a weight disappeared from her wrists. She opened her eyes and glanced down at her wrists. The chains had been cut off. She climbed to her feet and stood beside the dhampir Hunter who was now raising his sword to eye level. A swarm of vampires had entered the corridor as Lizbeth lowered her hands and opened her eyes. Seeing her prey was now free, a frightening expression of rage and killing lust entered her lovely face. Her talons had elongated to vicious spines and the blood-light was now blazing in her eyes.
‘KILL THEM!’
At her command, the vampires rushed them.
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D ventured into the right passage after parting ways with the Huntress. No sooner than she was out of earshot, a needling voice shattered the desolate silence that hung in the roughly hewn corridor.
‘Well, aren’t you a big old softie,’ snickered the countenanced carbuncle. ‘I was expecting you to give her a kiss to go with those words.’
‘I was only keeping her fears at bay.’ The dhampir’s tone had not changed in the slightest. ‘We are in a vampire lair, after all and there is no telling where Titus could be hiding.’
‘Be that as it may, you were doing more than stopping her from shaking in her tight little suit. Is your concern for her making you restless? Or could it be that you can’t stand to see her in distress?’
‘Is that what you think?’
‘Well, I’m not saying I blame you for wanting to preserve something so fine,’ the parasite chuckled. ‘Maybe after all this is done, you could ask her to bare her throat and take some of her blood. I’m sure she wouldn’t –‘
The next words were cut off as the Vampire Hunter clenched his fist tight enough to dig his nails into his palm. A strangled groan and a trickle of blood were all that attested to his agitation. His eyes gave off a faint crimson glow before it faded, his frosted beauty restored. Even the most dazzling of women would pale in the presence of the gorgeous youth. He turned his head slightly towards the entrance of the tunnel, his countenance bearing no emotion. Not even the most skilled of telepaths would be able to read into the deeply shuttered recesses of his mind to discover that he did feel a modicum of concern for the girl who had travelled with him. But before he could decide whether to turn back, a shrill cry echoed down the tunnel, feminine and very much alarmed.
‘D! Don’t go down that way! It’s a trap!’
The minute those words floated to his ears, a strange glow lit up the tunnel. It was flickering strangely and giving off an intense heat. Fire! The vampires were indeed here and it seemed they were trying to trap the dhampir by flooding the tunnel with flames. D turned on his heel and flew down the corridor, making his way back to the entrance. A tongue of flame shot from the opening as the Vampire Hunter dove out into the main cavern. That had been too close for comfort, but aside from a badly singed hem, the gorgeous youth seemed to be perfectly intact.
‘That was too close,’ muttered the parasite. ‘Becoming a piece of fried meat is not a lifelong ambition of mine. So how do you figure she knew it was a trap?’
D did not answer. Instead he made for the left passage, his cloak billowing in the wake of his movements. The question as to how the woman had known of the laid out trap became quickly apparent as the sound of flesh colliding and a pained cry echoed down the hall. Following the cry was a sibilant voice, edged with metallic laughter as though the owner of such a voice was enjoying such sordid sport. The dhampir turned the corner and slipped into the shadows that were perfectly suited to him.
~*~
A sharp cry was forced from Melissa as the redhead delivered a hard, open-handed slap to the face. She’d been able to warn the dhampir of the vampires’ attack but hadn’t been able to draw her sword in time. Her hands were bound in rusted chains that bit into her soft flesh, leaving reddish brown stains where the years of weathering disintegrated and powdered her pale skin. Twin males flanked her, their strong fingers digging into the girl’s shoulders.
‘So tell me, Bitch of Death,’ Lizbeth purred sadistically. ‘Where is the Vampire Hunter? Or are you trying to tell me you came of your own volition?’
‘If I knew where D was, I wouldn’t tell you,’ the beautiful woman spat hatefully. ‘As for why I’m here, it’s perfectly obvious. I’m going to kill you for butchering my horse.’
A purr of laughter erupted from the vampire, sending shivers down the Huntress’s spine. ‘Don’t make me laugh. You would kill me to avenge the death of a ratty little thing like that? Even you are above such idiocy.’
A blur of motion and the woman’s head jerked to the side, long lines of blood trickling down her face. Lizbeth raised her taloned hand once more, bloodlust flickering in her eyes. ‘Now tell me…….where is the Hunter?’
‘Right here.’
The voice caused them all to whirl towards it. Standing in the corridor was the young man in black, his features so exquisitely defined it seemed the handiwork of an angel. But even an angel would cower beneath the eerie aura that emanated from this youth, so ghastly it was the twin male vampires shrunk back from behind their mistress. The delicate young Huntress bound between them had to take a moment to compose herself. Shivers ran down her spine as she remembered what manner of man this Hunter truly was. For not even the most hardened of warriors would have been able to stand against the gorgeous dhampir without taking on the pallor of death.
‘So nice to see you again, dhampir,’ Lizbeth chuckled. She bent down and grabbed the woman, roughly jerking her to her feet by the chains. Melissa gritted her teeth in pain as the rusted steel scraped against soft flesh, leaving bloody stains in their wake. ‘Here for the girl, I take it? Though I don’t understand why you would bothered with a child that has been shunned by her own kind.’
‘And to be kept with you would be a gentler fate?’ D replied, his tone unchanged as he addressed the female vampire.
‘Why not? She’d be more use to us as a soldier than she is as a Hunter.’
‘I would rather die than be a corpsefucker like you!’, Melissa spat the statement at the redhead. Lizbeth’s eyes flashed and she swiped her hand across the woman’s face again. The Huntress cried out as blood spattered the rough stone floor. Her right side of her face was now deeply gouged with the marks left by the vampire’s claws.
‘Don’t be boring, child. Everyone who says that dies,’ chuckled Lizbeth. She raised her talons to her lips and licked the blood from them. Her eyes rolled into her head, the rapture of the blood thirst taking her momentarily. ‘So sweet…….yet so full of fire…oh, the joy I’m going to have draining you.’
‘Release the girl,’ D said, his longsword now in his hand.
‘I think not……not when there is such sweet, fresh blood in front of me. And I haven’t fed tonight.’ Her hands reached out for the Huntress, trembling at the anticipation of ending the girl in the trademark style.
A sudden flash of white light flooded the corridor. Lizbeth screeched like a blind bat and raised her arms to shield herself while Melissa had to screw her eyes shut, turning away from the light. There was no telling when the flash grenade had been set off for it didn’t look as though D had moved an inch from where he stood. A beautiful sound filled her ears and a weight disappeared from her wrists. She opened her eyes and glanced down at her wrists. The chains had been cut off. She climbed to her feet and stood beside the dhampir Hunter who was now raising his sword to eye level. A swarm of vampires had entered the corridor as Lizbeth lowered her hands and opened her eyes. Seeing her prey was now free, a frightening expression of rage and killing lust entered her lovely face. Her talons had elongated to vicious spines and the blood-light was now blazing in her eyes.
‘KILL THEM!’
At her command, the vampires rushed them.
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