Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction ❯ God of Death ❯ Chapter 9: Savior and Temptress ( Chapter 9 )
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By: Queenhellfire 
In the midst of battle, D is cornered. Will Melissa save him or follow him to the grave?
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: 2.9K | Visits: 180 | Status: Completed
In the midst of battle, D is cornered. Will Melissa save him or follow him to the grave?
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: 2.9K | Visits: 180 | Status: Completed
Chapter 9: Savior and Temptress
All hell broke loose.
The vampires rushed the two Hunters with the hunger to kill blazing in their eyes. The beautiful Huntress ducked under the swing of the first male and whipped her leg in a vicious arc, slamming her foot into the creature’s gut. She managed to flip out of the way of a swipe from behind and drew a small dagger, hurling it straight into the vampire’s heart. The thing fell dead and she chanced a glance at the dhampir Hunter that was fighting at her side. D’s sword was as wide as her closed palm and yet the dhampir was cutting a swathe through the oncoming horde. No resistance seemed to meet the Hunter’s blade, as though the vampires were nothing but sculptures of wet paper. How could a youth of such beauty stand to live such a harsh life? What went on through D’s mind as he soaked himself in the blood of his own kind?
The distraction cost her. A vampire girl leaped at the young woman, screeching and swiping at her with fingernails as lethal as an assassin’s blade. Melissa leaned back from the attack but ended up with the nails raking her still healing back. She snarled in pain and kicked the girl back. She grabbed a broken beam that lay on the ground and slammed it into the chest of the vampire. The vampire girl shrieked like a banshee, her blood soaking the Huntress as she moved back towards D, unsheathing her blade in a flash of light. But the horde simply advanced, the leering sneer of the Thirst on their bloody lips.
‘They’re trying to hem us in!’ cried Melissa. She cut down two vampires lunging at her as she kicked a third in the groin. He doubled over, nursing his injury. In spite of their regenerating powers, for the male vampires a kick to the crotch was just as debilitating as it would be to a human male. She cleaved his head from his shoulders and turned to see D leap into the air. A flash of silver light and three fell with severed limbs. She couldn’t help but wonder about the mystical skill he seemed to possess with a blade and realised that she’d been unaware of his true power from the start. Lizbeth attacked him from behind but he whirled around and slashed at the vampire who leaped back with a hiss, a large deep gash in her arm. She shrieked and swiped at him with her nails. He leaned back and prepared for another charge but she stopped him.
‘You may be good, Half-thing,’ she purred. ‘But there is something you forgot.’
‘And what would that be?’ asked D, his voice showing no emotion. Lizbeth’s lips curved into a bloody smile.
‘Dhampirs cannot swim.’ She lunged at him, too fast for Melissa to see. D leaped back but his feet found nothing as he fell into the underground river concealed by the shadows.
‘D!’ She knew that dhampirs couldn’t survive in the water and she cursed herself for not checking this place more thoroughly before continuing their search. She sheathed her sword and dove into the water. She gasped as the river shocked her skin. Fuck, this water’s cold! Water rushed into her lungs. She coughed and spluttered as she surfaced but quickly pulled herself together. She had to move fast or D would die. Taking a deep breath, she slipped beneath the surface. She searched the dark depths for the dhampir and found him sinking to the bottom. She didn’t realise how deep the river was, but then again, she’d heard reports of vampires drowning in waist-deep water so it didn’t come as a surprise to her. She kicked fiercely with her legs and seized the unconscious Hunter by the arm. She swam quickly, gasping for air as she reached the surface. She turned to D but he wasn’t moving. She couldn’t even hear him breathing.
‘Shit!’ Exhausted as she was from her swim, she put the dhampir Hunter onto her shoulders, draping his arms around her neck. Gripping his arm tightly so he didn’t slip off her, she navigated her way through the tunnel. The current was fierce and there were times when she was slammed against the rocks and the rough walls, which did nothing for the injuries on her back. Ignoring the pain and the freezing water, she kept going, occasionally stopping to take a fresh breath of air. She knew the end of the tunnel was in sight for the pale light of the moon was coming through. Night must have fallen while they were searching for Titus and his coven.
With a burst of strength, the raven-haired woman swam fiercely out of the tunnel and made her way for the embankment. Touching the edge, she took a moment to regain her breath. She felt D slipping off her back and she tiredly hoisted him onto the riverbank, but due to her exhaustion she couldn’t pull herself out at the same time and the river carried her a few feet down before she could get firm grip of the embankment with her hands. She wrenched herself from the freezing river and collapsed onto the embankment, spent from their narrow escape.
An hour later, D’s eyes opened and he coughed quietly to expel the water that was still in his lungs. He carefully sat up and gazed around him, taking in his surroundings. He was on the embankment of the Selene, a river named after an ancient moon goddess. The silence of the night was broken by the grating voice of the parasite.
‘That was a close one,’ it said. ‘Don’t ever scare me like that again. If I had one, you would have given me a heart attack right about now.’
‘Where’s Lizbeth?’
‘How should I know? I’ve been spending all my spare time trying to keep you alive. That’s the tenth time you’ve nearly drowned! You’re lucky to be even moving. You know dhampirs are weak in water.’
‘The girl.’ He suddenly realised Melissa was not with him. ‘Where is she?’
‘I don’t know. Maybe she’s still inside the catacombs with that wacky bitch.’ The parasite didn’t sound happy. ‘I think we’re in too deep this time, D. Leave while you can. You’ve got no connection with these people.’
‘I am going to keep my word,’ said D. He examined the embankment and rose to his feet. ‘There are hand holds here. Someone must have been carried upstream.’
‘Do you think it was her?’
‘One way to find out.’ The dhampir Hunter followed the river, his eyes picking out the furrows in the soft mud where someone had tried to pull themselves out numerous times. Ten feet down, he crested a hill and saw a young woman sprawled facedown on the embankment, her raven hair a wet and tangled mass. He walked over to her and knelt beside her prone form. Gently turning her onto her back, he saw it was the Huntress. Her black hair clung to her beautiful face and mud was caked on her gloves. Her clothing was slick with water and torn from the numerous times she’d hit the rocks.
‘What the hell is she doing all the way down here?’ asked the carbuncled countenance. ‘Unless…’ He sounded shocked. ‘D, this girl just saved your life. She’s why you’re not a pretty corpse.’
‘It would seem so.’ He pressed a hand against her throat. No pulse. He leaned forward and bent over to listen carefully.
‘She’s not breathing,’ he said.
‘What are you going to do?’ asked the parasite. ‘I only work on you. I can’t do a thing with humans.’
The Vampire Hunter rested his hands on her face and gently opened her mouth. He took an impossibly deep breath and pressed his lips against hers, breathing into her lungs until he couldn’t do it any longer. She coughed harshly, expelling the large amount of water from her lungs and rasping for air. After a brief bout of coughing and gasping, she passed out. D pressed his hand against her throat again.
‘She’s alive,’ he said. He glanced back at the tunnel. ‘We better get her home before reinforcements come.’ He gently gathered her into his arms and carried her to his waiting horse. The ride back was not as swift as the way to the caverns for the Hunter also had to contend with his own close call with death. It was a mystery as to why vampires drowned in waist-deep water or was only at their strongest during the night hours, but even the dhampirs that were occasionally bred from them would succumb to these weaknesses. Even D, who did not bend so easily under these fragile conditions, couldn’t escape the slight stiffness the water had induced in his body. The Huntress groaned and shivered in his arms as he rode the path back to the shack. She was beginning to succumb to the first symptoms of hypothermia. Not surprising. The water in the caverns had been so cold the muscles would have cramped up in a matter of minutes. He shifted his right hand off the reins to pull the woman close to his body. Such a feat of skill was not easy for even a human rider to accomplish without either the rider or the one he was carrying falling off the mount. But D managed it without even a mote of difficulty.
The sky was beginning to grow light as the Hunter pulled up behind the old mill. Dismounting smoothly, he pulled the woman off the horse and into his arms. He carried her inside and walked swiftly into the bedroom, laying the Huntress upon the soft mattress. Her skin was clammy and her frame was trembling. D could not see signs of a heater anywhere.
‘Looks like the girl has had long and hard winters with nothing but the clothes on her back,’ muttered the parasite. ‘She’s not gonna last long when the hypothermia sets in.’
‘You’re right.’
‘So now what? You carried her all this way to have her die from chills?’
D did not answer the countenanced carbuncle. Instead, he laid the only blanket she had available over the woman. It was threadbare and so thin it would easily tear with little force. Sweat was already beading on her clammy brow and her teeth were chattering from the chills. The ride back must have set the cold into her soaked garments and skin. The gorgeous youth set his sword against the wall and lay upon the bed beside the young woman. Her damp hair was clinging to her face and he pushed it back. Her skin was beginning to turn blue. He was running out of time. Levering himself up, he lay his powerful body on top of the Huntress, resting his head against her shoulder so as to hear her breathing clearly. Her pulse was erratic and the thirst rose in him. He fought it back. Covering her fully with his body, he closed his eyes and let himself rest, warming her with his own body heat.
~*~
Wintry sunlight trickled through the clouds the next morning. It was the kind of day that could trick a smile out of you and empty your lungs in cloudy white chain of coughs. The pale rays seeped through the grimy panes of glass to the room on the other side. It must have been just past daybreak for there was the soft chirping of birds awakening from their slumber. The light shone upon the face of the Huntress and she stirred with a soft moan. Her green eyes fluttered open and she glanced around her. She was in her room, away from the cold river that had mercilessly slammed her against the rocks as she tried to escape with…..
The dhampir! Her eyes flew open as she glanced wildly around. She suppressed a gasp of astonishment as she beheld the beautiful Vampire Hunter lying upon her body. His face was stern and hard even in rest, strangely suited to this gorgeous youth. His breath was silent, yet she could barely discern the strands of hair over his visage trembling under the imperceptible exhalations. She had the strongest urge to brush the hair away from that face, an urge she willingly succumbed to. She reached out and gently pushed the strands back, clearing her view of the Hunter’s exquisite features.
D’s eyes slid open and he raised his head to glance at the woman. She hastily drew her hand back and looked away, feeling like a schoolgirl who had been caught peeping at the boy next door. D made little reaction to the gesture aside from raising himself to full height upon the bed, sitting upright to glance at her.
‘What were you doing?,’ she asked, her tone curt from surprise.
‘I was keeping you warm,’ he said softly. ‘You were in the later stages of hypothermia and would have died during the night.’
‘I see. I’m sorry I wasn’t much help.’ Melissa balled her hand into a fist. Damn it! Nothing she did was good enough. She prided herself on being the best Hunter this village could afford and yet in the face of Titus’s coven, she was as dangerous as a wet kitten. She had suffered so much injury and pain, all for nought. And here was D, so calm and collected and without a single scratch on him. Why couldn’t she do anything right?!
‘Don’t blame yourself, Melissa.’ The dhampir Hunter rose to his feet. ‘We are both at fault for underestimating our enemy. It simply means we’ll be more prepared the next time we face them.’
‘You’re right,’ the young woman agreed. She rose to her feet and walked to the stand where her sword was usually kept. There was no time to dwell on past mistakes. Titus and his coven needed to be annihilated or more people would suffer. She reached down and began to unwind the strap around the sheath.
Melissa snarled in pain as she pulled back her hand. She looked down and saw a brilliant line of crimson welling up on the back of her hand. The sheath was very worn for the edge of the blade was exposed. She must have nicked herself when she reached around the side to grab the strap end dangling from the sword.
‘Are you all right?’ asked D.
‘I cut myself,’ she said. ‘It’s nothing to worry about.’ She turned to reach for her first aid kit when the Vampire Hunter suddenly closed the distance between them, grabbing her wrists in his powerful hands. She froze, gazing at the dhampir as he leaned into her. She swallowed hard and watched, her heart pounding in her chest. With both her hands immobilised, she couldn’t get to her sword. And yet she wasn’t sure if she wanted to anyway. D’s eyes glinted a faint crimson as he caught the scent of the blood seeping from her hand. He raised her wounded hand and pressed his lips to her skin. His tongue was rough as one of the wildcats on the Frontier and a shudder of pleasure ran through the huntress as it glided across the length of the cut. She heard a soft growl issue from deep within his throat as he tasted her blood and she rested her hand on his face. A dark passion was beginning to well up in her and she began to pull the dhampir’s face away from her hand and towards her lips. D was so caught up in his lust for blood he didn’t even notice the change in her until her lips were barely inches from his.
‘No!’ He pushed her away with more force then necessary. The growl that issued from her throat was more animalistic than ever and her hand reached for her sword. Then she stopped. The dhampir Hunter was trembling softly, his hand balled into a fist. This shocked her more than anything thus far. This Hunter, this strong and quiet warrior of the night actually showed fear…….fear of himself. Fear of what would happen if he lost his well-maintained control.
‘D?’
‘I’m sorry.’ The voice was low and soft, carrying a very slight edge of emotion. With that, the gorgeous youth turned on his heel and walked out of the room. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the young woman alone with her very confused thoughts.
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All hell broke loose.
The vampires rushed the two Hunters with the hunger to kill blazing in their eyes. The beautiful Huntress ducked under the swing of the first male and whipped her leg in a vicious arc, slamming her foot into the creature’s gut. She managed to flip out of the way of a swipe from behind and drew a small dagger, hurling it straight into the vampire’s heart. The thing fell dead and she chanced a glance at the dhampir Hunter that was fighting at her side. D’s sword was as wide as her closed palm and yet the dhampir was cutting a swathe through the oncoming horde. No resistance seemed to meet the Hunter’s blade, as though the vampires were nothing but sculptures of wet paper. How could a youth of such beauty stand to live such a harsh life? What went on through D’s mind as he soaked himself in the blood of his own kind?
The distraction cost her. A vampire girl leaped at the young woman, screeching and swiping at her with fingernails as lethal as an assassin’s blade. Melissa leaned back from the attack but ended up with the nails raking her still healing back. She snarled in pain and kicked the girl back. She grabbed a broken beam that lay on the ground and slammed it into the chest of the vampire. The vampire girl shrieked like a banshee, her blood soaking the Huntress as she moved back towards D, unsheathing her blade in a flash of light. But the horde simply advanced, the leering sneer of the Thirst on their bloody lips.
‘They’re trying to hem us in!’ cried Melissa. She cut down two vampires lunging at her as she kicked a third in the groin. He doubled over, nursing his injury. In spite of their regenerating powers, for the male vampires a kick to the crotch was just as debilitating as it would be to a human male. She cleaved his head from his shoulders and turned to see D leap into the air. A flash of silver light and three fell with severed limbs. She couldn’t help but wonder about the mystical skill he seemed to possess with a blade and realised that she’d been unaware of his true power from the start. Lizbeth attacked him from behind but he whirled around and slashed at the vampire who leaped back with a hiss, a large deep gash in her arm. She shrieked and swiped at him with her nails. He leaned back and prepared for another charge but she stopped him.
‘You may be good, Half-thing,’ she purred. ‘But there is something you forgot.’
‘And what would that be?’ asked D, his voice showing no emotion. Lizbeth’s lips curved into a bloody smile.
‘Dhampirs cannot swim.’ She lunged at him, too fast for Melissa to see. D leaped back but his feet found nothing as he fell into the underground river concealed by the shadows.
‘D!’ She knew that dhampirs couldn’t survive in the water and she cursed herself for not checking this place more thoroughly before continuing their search. She sheathed her sword and dove into the water. She gasped as the river shocked her skin. Fuck, this water’s cold! Water rushed into her lungs. She coughed and spluttered as she surfaced but quickly pulled herself together. She had to move fast or D would die. Taking a deep breath, she slipped beneath the surface. She searched the dark depths for the dhampir and found him sinking to the bottom. She didn’t realise how deep the river was, but then again, she’d heard reports of vampires drowning in waist-deep water so it didn’t come as a surprise to her. She kicked fiercely with her legs and seized the unconscious Hunter by the arm. She swam quickly, gasping for air as she reached the surface. She turned to D but he wasn’t moving. She couldn’t even hear him breathing.
‘Shit!’ Exhausted as she was from her swim, she put the dhampir Hunter onto her shoulders, draping his arms around her neck. Gripping his arm tightly so he didn’t slip off her, she navigated her way through the tunnel. The current was fierce and there were times when she was slammed against the rocks and the rough walls, which did nothing for the injuries on her back. Ignoring the pain and the freezing water, she kept going, occasionally stopping to take a fresh breath of air. She knew the end of the tunnel was in sight for the pale light of the moon was coming through. Night must have fallen while they were searching for Titus and his coven.
With a burst of strength, the raven-haired woman swam fiercely out of the tunnel and made her way for the embankment. Touching the edge, she took a moment to regain her breath. She felt D slipping off her back and she tiredly hoisted him onto the riverbank, but due to her exhaustion she couldn’t pull herself out at the same time and the river carried her a few feet down before she could get firm grip of the embankment with her hands. She wrenched herself from the freezing river and collapsed onto the embankment, spent from their narrow escape.
An hour later, D’s eyes opened and he coughed quietly to expel the water that was still in his lungs. He carefully sat up and gazed around him, taking in his surroundings. He was on the embankment of the Selene, a river named after an ancient moon goddess. The silence of the night was broken by the grating voice of the parasite.
‘That was a close one,’ it said. ‘Don’t ever scare me like that again. If I had one, you would have given me a heart attack right about now.’
‘Where’s Lizbeth?’
‘How should I know? I’ve been spending all my spare time trying to keep you alive. That’s the tenth time you’ve nearly drowned! You’re lucky to be even moving. You know dhampirs are weak in water.’
‘The girl.’ He suddenly realised Melissa was not with him. ‘Where is she?’
‘I don’t know. Maybe she’s still inside the catacombs with that wacky bitch.’ The parasite didn’t sound happy. ‘I think we’re in too deep this time, D. Leave while you can. You’ve got no connection with these people.’
‘I am going to keep my word,’ said D. He examined the embankment and rose to his feet. ‘There are hand holds here. Someone must have been carried upstream.’
‘Do you think it was her?’
‘One way to find out.’ The dhampir Hunter followed the river, his eyes picking out the furrows in the soft mud where someone had tried to pull themselves out numerous times. Ten feet down, he crested a hill and saw a young woman sprawled facedown on the embankment, her raven hair a wet and tangled mass. He walked over to her and knelt beside her prone form. Gently turning her onto her back, he saw it was the Huntress. Her black hair clung to her beautiful face and mud was caked on her gloves. Her clothing was slick with water and torn from the numerous times she’d hit the rocks.
‘What the hell is she doing all the way down here?’ asked the carbuncled countenance. ‘Unless…’ He sounded shocked. ‘D, this girl just saved your life. She’s why you’re not a pretty corpse.’
‘It would seem so.’ He pressed a hand against her throat. No pulse. He leaned forward and bent over to listen carefully.
‘She’s not breathing,’ he said.
‘What are you going to do?’ asked the parasite. ‘I only work on you. I can’t do a thing with humans.’
The Vampire Hunter rested his hands on her face and gently opened her mouth. He took an impossibly deep breath and pressed his lips against hers, breathing into her lungs until he couldn’t do it any longer. She coughed harshly, expelling the large amount of water from her lungs and rasping for air. After a brief bout of coughing and gasping, she passed out. D pressed his hand against her throat again.
‘She’s alive,’ he said. He glanced back at the tunnel. ‘We better get her home before reinforcements come.’ He gently gathered her into his arms and carried her to his waiting horse. The ride back was not as swift as the way to the caverns for the Hunter also had to contend with his own close call with death. It was a mystery as to why vampires drowned in waist-deep water or was only at their strongest during the night hours, but even the dhampirs that were occasionally bred from them would succumb to these weaknesses. Even D, who did not bend so easily under these fragile conditions, couldn’t escape the slight stiffness the water had induced in his body. The Huntress groaned and shivered in his arms as he rode the path back to the shack. She was beginning to succumb to the first symptoms of hypothermia. Not surprising. The water in the caverns had been so cold the muscles would have cramped up in a matter of minutes. He shifted his right hand off the reins to pull the woman close to his body. Such a feat of skill was not easy for even a human rider to accomplish without either the rider or the one he was carrying falling off the mount. But D managed it without even a mote of difficulty.
The sky was beginning to grow light as the Hunter pulled up behind the old mill. Dismounting smoothly, he pulled the woman off the horse and into his arms. He carried her inside and walked swiftly into the bedroom, laying the Huntress upon the soft mattress. Her skin was clammy and her frame was trembling. D could not see signs of a heater anywhere.
‘Looks like the girl has had long and hard winters with nothing but the clothes on her back,’ muttered the parasite. ‘She’s not gonna last long when the hypothermia sets in.’
‘You’re right.’
‘So now what? You carried her all this way to have her die from chills?’
D did not answer the countenanced carbuncle. Instead, he laid the only blanket she had available over the woman. It was threadbare and so thin it would easily tear with little force. Sweat was already beading on her clammy brow and her teeth were chattering from the chills. The ride back must have set the cold into her soaked garments and skin. The gorgeous youth set his sword against the wall and lay upon the bed beside the young woman. Her damp hair was clinging to her face and he pushed it back. Her skin was beginning to turn blue. He was running out of time. Levering himself up, he lay his powerful body on top of the Huntress, resting his head against her shoulder so as to hear her breathing clearly. Her pulse was erratic and the thirst rose in him. He fought it back. Covering her fully with his body, he closed his eyes and let himself rest, warming her with his own body heat.
~*~
Wintry sunlight trickled through the clouds the next morning. It was the kind of day that could trick a smile out of you and empty your lungs in cloudy white chain of coughs. The pale rays seeped through the grimy panes of glass to the room on the other side. It must have been just past daybreak for there was the soft chirping of birds awakening from their slumber. The light shone upon the face of the Huntress and she stirred with a soft moan. Her green eyes fluttered open and she glanced around her. She was in her room, away from the cold river that had mercilessly slammed her against the rocks as she tried to escape with…..
The dhampir! Her eyes flew open as she glanced wildly around. She suppressed a gasp of astonishment as she beheld the beautiful Vampire Hunter lying upon her body. His face was stern and hard even in rest, strangely suited to this gorgeous youth. His breath was silent, yet she could barely discern the strands of hair over his visage trembling under the imperceptible exhalations. She had the strongest urge to brush the hair away from that face, an urge she willingly succumbed to. She reached out and gently pushed the strands back, clearing her view of the Hunter’s exquisite features.
D’s eyes slid open and he raised his head to glance at the woman. She hastily drew her hand back and looked away, feeling like a schoolgirl who had been caught peeping at the boy next door. D made little reaction to the gesture aside from raising himself to full height upon the bed, sitting upright to glance at her.
‘What were you doing?,’ she asked, her tone curt from surprise.
‘I was keeping you warm,’ he said softly. ‘You were in the later stages of hypothermia and would have died during the night.’
‘I see. I’m sorry I wasn’t much help.’ Melissa balled her hand into a fist. Damn it! Nothing she did was good enough. She prided herself on being the best Hunter this village could afford and yet in the face of Titus’s coven, she was as dangerous as a wet kitten. She had suffered so much injury and pain, all for nought. And here was D, so calm and collected and without a single scratch on him. Why couldn’t she do anything right?!
‘Don’t blame yourself, Melissa.’ The dhampir Hunter rose to his feet. ‘We are both at fault for underestimating our enemy. It simply means we’ll be more prepared the next time we face them.’
‘You’re right,’ the young woman agreed. She rose to her feet and walked to the stand where her sword was usually kept. There was no time to dwell on past mistakes. Titus and his coven needed to be annihilated or more people would suffer. She reached down and began to unwind the strap around the sheath.
Melissa snarled in pain as she pulled back her hand. She looked down and saw a brilliant line of crimson welling up on the back of her hand. The sheath was very worn for the edge of the blade was exposed. She must have nicked herself when she reached around the side to grab the strap end dangling from the sword.
‘Are you all right?’ asked D.
‘I cut myself,’ she said. ‘It’s nothing to worry about.’ She turned to reach for her first aid kit when the Vampire Hunter suddenly closed the distance between them, grabbing her wrists in his powerful hands. She froze, gazing at the dhampir as he leaned into her. She swallowed hard and watched, her heart pounding in her chest. With both her hands immobilised, she couldn’t get to her sword. And yet she wasn’t sure if she wanted to anyway. D’s eyes glinted a faint crimson as he caught the scent of the blood seeping from her hand. He raised her wounded hand and pressed his lips to her skin. His tongue was rough as one of the wildcats on the Frontier and a shudder of pleasure ran through the huntress as it glided across the length of the cut. She heard a soft growl issue from deep within his throat as he tasted her blood and she rested her hand on his face. A dark passion was beginning to well up in her and she began to pull the dhampir’s face away from her hand and towards her lips. D was so caught up in his lust for blood he didn’t even notice the change in her until her lips were barely inches from his.
‘No!’ He pushed her away with more force then necessary. The growl that issued from her throat was more animalistic than ever and her hand reached for her sword. Then she stopped. The dhampir Hunter was trembling softly, his hand balled into a fist. This shocked her more than anything thus far. This Hunter, this strong and quiet warrior of the night actually showed fear…….fear of himself. Fear of what would happen if he lost his well-maintained control.
‘D?’
‘I’m sorry.’ The voice was low and soft, carrying a very slight edge of emotion. With that, the gorgeous youth turned on his heel and walked out of the room. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the young woman alone with her very confused thoughts.
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