Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction ❯ God of Death ❯ Chapter 10: Dhampir's Lust ( Chapter 10 )
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By: Queenhellfire 
Tensions are beginning to strain at D's control. Will he give in?
Anime/Manga: Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Occult / Adventure / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 01.27.2011 | Updated On: 01.27.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 162 | Status: Completed
Tensions are beginning to strain at D's control. Will he give in?
Anime/Manga: Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Occult / Adventure / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 01.27.2011 | Updated On: 01.27.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 162 | Status: Completed
Chapter 10: Dhampir's Lust
‘Well, well, well, this is a new side of you,’ cackled the parasite. ‘You were more than willing to sink your fangs into that pale neck and you pushed her back like a frightened baby. I didn’t think a man like you could be so cowardly.’
D did not respond to the carbuncle. Instead, he swiftly mounted his horse and began the long ride back to the Obsidian Caverns. He had left the young woman to recover from the hypothermia and decided to retrace the steps of the vampires that had assaulted them the night before. How did they come upon the duo so quickly? He had not sensed any sign of them until Melissa had shouted an alarm. So there must be some kind of hidden passage in the catacombs that allowed them quick access. It would definitely explain how each attack had been made without the culprit leaving a trace of their misdeeds. But as hard as he tried, he could not find any trace of a concealed entrance.
‘Can you see anything?’ He turned his attention to the symbiont in his hand.
‘Nothing. If they did use another entrance, they did a fine job of hiding it. I can’t even seen any sign of a switch.’ The carbuncle’s tiny nose twitched. ‘At any rate, this place won’t be easy to get into for the next few days. It rains cats and dogs in this season here and that’ll seal the entrance up nice and tight.’
‘We can’t afford any kind of delay if Titus is up to something,’ the gorgeous youth stated. His voice remained as calm as ever, but the eldritch aura that emanated from him seemed to acquire a shade of frost. Any type of delay on their operation could become a distinct advantage to the vampires that dwelled somewhere within these tunnels. And the dhampir Hunter was determined to avoid such an advantage at any cost.
‘What the hell are you saying?’ the parasite cried. ‘Seriously, have you lost your mind or something? You know what water does to dhampirs. I admit, you’re tougher than your average Joe but to risk going in there after just escaping from drowning just two days before? That’s nothing short of suicide!’
As much as D hated to admit it, the symbiont was right. In spite of the fact his physiology defied all that was usually possible for both vampires and dhampirs to withstand, even he wasn’t entirely unsusceptible to these conditions. Not uttering another word, he turned on his heel and strode out of the catacombs. He could only hope that the river would rise high enough to conceal the other way into the tunnels as he returned to the outside where his horse was tied to a tree.
‘Hey, it’s not so bad to wait though,’ the carbuncled sneered. ‘You’ll get to spend three long days with that hottie Hunter. I bet you can smell her even now.’
‘Quiet.’
‘Oh, I see! You want her, don’t you? Come on, don’t lie to yourself.’
‘Is that how you think it is?’
‘I know that’s how it is. You can’t even hang around her for five minutes without walking away! It’s not like you can’t get some local tail without turning her. Maybe she’ll even let you have some of her blood to go with it.’
A silver flash and a knife stopped barely a hair’s breadth from his wrist. The cold hard edge of the steel bit into the flawless flesh, a trickle of blood painting a crimson line on the blade.
‘H-Hey! I was only saying what you don’t want to hear. You know, like a buddy would do? You don’t need to get so pissy about this whole thing. You know it’s true.’
And it was true. He couldn’t remember the last time he had willingly succumbed to his baser instincts. In a village as large as Verna, it would have been so simple to solicit a prostitute for the evening. They were so great in number these days no one would notice if one were to go missing. Many didn’t have family or homes, the streets a haven for them. They could have simply died from a winter chill and none would be any the wiser. But even so, D couldn’t escape the Huntress’s particular scent. Even if he used the varied scents of the village to satiate his desires for a while, it would be to no avail. She was still there, buried beneath it all.
D mounted his horse and rode off, turning his gaze back to his left hand. The palm was smooth now, indicating that the carbuncle had safely receded into his flesh. It was a blessed reprieve. The symbiont enjoyed torturing him, reminding him of his lineage and of the things he did not wish to recall. Above all else though, the parasite enjoyed dropping reminders as to his vampire nature. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had no choice but to sate himself on human blood. It was very rare that he ran out of the plasma capsules he carried around. It seemed though it was simply another form of denial. If he continued to take them, perhaps he could relieve himself of the need to take blood altogether. An empty lie. No matter how hard he tried, he could never escape that dark part of himself. There were even times……..when he didn’t even want to. Did that make him any less human if he succumbed to those desires? Or did it make him less human for denying them? He could never answer those questions. And yet he still asked them.
D reined his mount in at the stables beside the house. After he tied the horse up, he walked to the large shack that stood behind the mill. Perhaps she’d had better luck than he’d had with finding clues as to the vampire coven’s lair. He paused a few feet from the shack. A young woman was standing there, sword in hand. It was Melissa, clad in what appeared to be a long black dress with a long slit up one side for ease of movement. Her feet were strapped into heeled sandals and what showed of her long, lithe legs looked cold but inviting. It was only a brief pause, and then she launched gracefully into motion. He watched from a distance as the blade sliced the air. She moved smoothly into an overhead parry, before bringing her sword down into a diagonal pass that would have split a man in two had there been an opponent standing there. She whirled around and swiftly thrust at thin air, her skirt swirling about her as she moved. It was like watching a goddess go through the steps of a deadly dance for it was beautiful in its own twisted way. She whipped the blade over her head as she swiftly moved into another attack. The speed was incredible to behold and her aura would have frozen a battle-hardened soldier with fear.
Then it was over. Melissa sheathed her sword and leaned it against the wall. D watched as she crossed to the window. Her raven hair was loose and flowed down her back. Her pale green eyes shone with a longing that had nothing to do with battle and desolate sorrow shadowed her gorgeous visage. Her hair was still wet from the rain and it clung to her neck, hiding her pale throat from view, much to the Hunter’s relief. She must have sensed the youth standing there for she swiftly turned towards him. He saw the neckline of the dress was designed to expose part of her décolletage without flashing the full curves of her breasts. She brushed her hair back from her shoulders, her long neck exposed. D froze slightly but quickly steeled himself.
‘Did you find anything?’ she asked, her expression grave and her eyes lit with the fire of her spirit.
‘No. Whatever entrance they used to ambush us is too well concealed,’ the gorgeous youth replied. Melissa sighed, a long and soft sound of resignation.
‘And the rains will not let up for at least three days.’ She shook her head. ‘The catacombs will be impassable because of the swollen river. And it is not like either of us can navigate them anyway in that state. Considering you weren’t much help the last time.’ She suddenly caught herself and a soft crimson flush flooded her face. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. You were unconscious. Of course you wouldn’t have been able to help………’ Her eyes held a strange faraway look, tinged with pity. ‘Being a dhampir must be hard……especially if you love the rain.’
D kept his silence as he moved to the entrance, then put his hand out into the cascade pouring down from the eaves. As he did so, his eyes fixed on a spot outside. Melissa followed his gaze.
Beyond the blurring grey membrane they could see the profile of the hill and a number of human silhouettes. People swinging hoes up and down. If you didn’t mind getting a little wet, this was the finest weather one could ask for to put in some extra hours in the fields without the threat of the dreaded Nobility.
‘If I were to go out now, my body temperature would drop nearly four degrees,’ D said, watching the droplets smashing against his outstretched hand. ‘My running speed would fall by thirty percent, you see, as my whole metabolism slowed down. On the other hand, your kind…’
‘Would be unaffected, unless we stayed out for too long,’ said Hellfire softly. Seeing the ghost of sorrow shadow his face, she felt pained by the destiny the gorgeous youth bore. What was it like to spring from Noble and mortal blood? When stalking one of the two, what went through his heart?
She took D’s soaked arm.
D turned to her. Clasping his wrist in both of her slender hands, she silently pressed his hand to her face. His hand was like ice against her warm flesh, but she wondered in her heart if she could become his temperature by just holding it there. She closed her eyes and heard only the sound of the rain.
A moment passed and she felt firm fingers gently pry her hand off as his arm slipped free. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He turned his head away from her and closed his eyes.
‘I can’t,’ he whispered, more to himself than to the woman. Unless she was greatly mistaken or had misheard, his voice seemed to be filled with anguish, but softer and more intimate. With that, he turned and walked out of the shack and into the stable. He did not stop until he was safely inside and leaned against the wall.
‘Well, that was entertaining.’ The countenance carbuncle showed its face, a leering smile on its grotesque features. ‘No matter how hard you try, you can’t fight it, can you?’
‘Shut up.’
‘Wake up to yourself, D! There she was, a sweet little siren calling ‘take me, take me!’ And what do you do? You walk away. Like always. Sometimes, I wonder if you’re anything like your fath-’
‘Say one more word and I’ll slice you off and stuff you in the saddle bag until this job is finished.’
‘Fine,’ the parasite snorted. ‘I’m going to take a nap, so don’t expect me to be of any help for a while. If any beasties come out to take a chunk out of you, you deal with it yourself.’ With that, the face receded into the dhampir’s palm, the skin smooth and flawless once more.
D closed his eyes, his thoughts wandering to the Huntress who was as beautiful in her own way as a deity. An angel of darkness, a goddess of death destined to bear her burden alone. He privately studied her for the first time as he watched her return to the house. Her chiselled features, the large green eyes that blazed with a warrior’s fire, the gleaming raven mane. And her lips, so soft and sensual. He watched her, wanting her. Wanting to feel the warmth of her skin and savour the sweet essence of her lost innocence. He felt his desire burning more fiercely than ever before. He hadn’t felt like this even when Doris, or even Leila, was around. And his desire was getting harder and harder to endure every day that passed. He was hard damn near constantly and it was driving him to the brink of insanity. His plan was to focus on the mission to take his mind off of the constant lust burning deep within him. But it was to no avail. Even now he couldn’t get her out of his head.
He rested his strong, flawless hand against his waist, freeing himself of the confines of his attire. He allowed himself to breathe as he stroked himself hard, the image of the young woman imprinted in his mind. He could imagine that soft, silken voice moan his name as he closed his firm lips upon her breast, nipping and licking at the rosy bud while she writhed in the agony of desire. The scent roiling off her intoxicating his senses….His breathing quickened as he set a steady and firm pace for his ministrations. The thought of that thick, lustrous mane of hair falling over her shoulders as she arched her neck. Her slender fingers tracing a course down his back and gliding over every muscle in his body. The way her body would go rigid as he sank his fangs into the pale flesh of her long, elegant neck…
He grit his teeth to stop the growl of lust escaping him and he slumped slightly against the wall. It wasn’t what he knew he wanted, but it was good enough. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold out against the needs his body continuously screamed at him. He glanced at the sticky mess of his hand and wondered exactly how long he could go on like this. He cleaned himself off and fastened his attire back in place, his thoughts once again straying to the Huntress. Such a young woman, damned to live this accursed life. It brought to mind exactly how fortunate he was that he chose this path freely, though it did at times bring him suffering and loneliness…
The scent of blood assailed his nostrils and his eyes gave off a brilliant glare. It was not the blood of an enemy.
‘You’re scary as hell when you get like this.’ The symbiont finally showed his face, sensing the dhampir’s uneasiness. ‘It’s as though part of you revels in your true nature.’
‘Something is happening back at the mill,’ D said, ignoring the parasite’s disguised taunt. He swiftly turned on his heel and set out into the rain.
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‘Well, well, well, this is a new side of you,’ cackled the parasite. ‘You were more than willing to sink your fangs into that pale neck and you pushed her back like a frightened baby. I didn’t think a man like you could be so cowardly.’
D did not respond to the carbuncle. Instead, he swiftly mounted his horse and began the long ride back to the Obsidian Caverns. He had left the young woman to recover from the hypothermia and decided to retrace the steps of the vampires that had assaulted them the night before. How did they come upon the duo so quickly? He had not sensed any sign of them until Melissa had shouted an alarm. So there must be some kind of hidden passage in the catacombs that allowed them quick access. It would definitely explain how each attack had been made without the culprit leaving a trace of their misdeeds. But as hard as he tried, he could not find any trace of a concealed entrance.
‘Can you see anything?’ He turned his attention to the symbiont in his hand.
‘Nothing. If they did use another entrance, they did a fine job of hiding it. I can’t even seen any sign of a switch.’ The carbuncle’s tiny nose twitched. ‘At any rate, this place won’t be easy to get into for the next few days. It rains cats and dogs in this season here and that’ll seal the entrance up nice and tight.’
‘We can’t afford any kind of delay if Titus is up to something,’ the gorgeous youth stated. His voice remained as calm as ever, but the eldritch aura that emanated from him seemed to acquire a shade of frost. Any type of delay on their operation could become a distinct advantage to the vampires that dwelled somewhere within these tunnels. And the dhampir Hunter was determined to avoid such an advantage at any cost.
‘What the hell are you saying?’ the parasite cried. ‘Seriously, have you lost your mind or something? You know what water does to dhampirs. I admit, you’re tougher than your average Joe but to risk going in there after just escaping from drowning just two days before? That’s nothing short of suicide!’
As much as D hated to admit it, the symbiont was right. In spite of the fact his physiology defied all that was usually possible for both vampires and dhampirs to withstand, even he wasn’t entirely unsusceptible to these conditions. Not uttering another word, he turned on his heel and strode out of the catacombs. He could only hope that the river would rise high enough to conceal the other way into the tunnels as he returned to the outside where his horse was tied to a tree.
‘Hey, it’s not so bad to wait though,’ the carbuncled sneered. ‘You’ll get to spend three long days with that hottie Hunter. I bet you can smell her even now.’
‘Quiet.’
‘Oh, I see! You want her, don’t you? Come on, don’t lie to yourself.’
‘Is that how you think it is?’
‘I know that’s how it is. You can’t even hang around her for five minutes without walking away! It’s not like you can’t get some local tail without turning her. Maybe she’ll even let you have some of her blood to go with it.’
A silver flash and a knife stopped barely a hair’s breadth from his wrist. The cold hard edge of the steel bit into the flawless flesh, a trickle of blood painting a crimson line on the blade.
‘H-Hey! I was only saying what you don’t want to hear. You know, like a buddy would do? You don’t need to get so pissy about this whole thing. You know it’s true.’
And it was true. He couldn’t remember the last time he had willingly succumbed to his baser instincts. In a village as large as Verna, it would have been so simple to solicit a prostitute for the evening. They were so great in number these days no one would notice if one were to go missing. Many didn’t have family or homes, the streets a haven for them. They could have simply died from a winter chill and none would be any the wiser. But even so, D couldn’t escape the Huntress’s particular scent. Even if he used the varied scents of the village to satiate his desires for a while, it would be to no avail. She was still there, buried beneath it all.
D mounted his horse and rode off, turning his gaze back to his left hand. The palm was smooth now, indicating that the carbuncle had safely receded into his flesh. It was a blessed reprieve. The symbiont enjoyed torturing him, reminding him of his lineage and of the things he did not wish to recall. Above all else though, the parasite enjoyed dropping reminders as to his vampire nature. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had no choice but to sate himself on human blood. It was very rare that he ran out of the plasma capsules he carried around. It seemed though it was simply another form of denial. If he continued to take them, perhaps he could relieve himself of the need to take blood altogether. An empty lie. No matter how hard he tried, he could never escape that dark part of himself. There were even times……..when he didn’t even want to. Did that make him any less human if he succumbed to those desires? Or did it make him less human for denying them? He could never answer those questions. And yet he still asked them.
D reined his mount in at the stables beside the house. After he tied the horse up, he walked to the large shack that stood behind the mill. Perhaps she’d had better luck than he’d had with finding clues as to the vampire coven’s lair. He paused a few feet from the shack. A young woman was standing there, sword in hand. It was Melissa, clad in what appeared to be a long black dress with a long slit up one side for ease of movement. Her feet were strapped into heeled sandals and what showed of her long, lithe legs looked cold but inviting. It was only a brief pause, and then she launched gracefully into motion. He watched from a distance as the blade sliced the air. She moved smoothly into an overhead parry, before bringing her sword down into a diagonal pass that would have split a man in two had there been an opponent standing there. She whirled around and swiftly thrust at thin air, her skirt swirling about her as she moved. It was like watching a goddess go through the steps of a deadly dance for it was beautiful in its own twisted way. She whipped the blade over her head as she swiftly moved into another attack. The speed was incredible to behold and her aura would have frozen a battle-hardened soldier with fear.
Then it was over. Melissa sheathed her sword and leaned it against the wall. D watched as she crossed to the window. Her raven hair was loose and flowed down her back. Her pale green eyes shone with a longing that had nothing to do with battle and desolate sorrow shadowed her gorgeous visage. Her hair was still wet from the rain and it clung to her neck, hiding her pale throat from view, much to the Hunter’s relief. She must have sensed the youth standing there for she swiftly turned towards him. He saw the neckline of the dress was designed to expose part of her décolletage without flashing the full curves of her breasts. She brushed her hair back from her shoulders, her long neck exposed. D froze slightly but quickly steeled himself.
‘Did you find anything?’ she asked, her expression grave and her eyes lit with the fire of her spirit.
‘No. Whatever entrance they used to ambush us is too well concealed,’ the gorgeous youth replied. Melissa sighed, a long and soft sound of resignation.
‘And the rains will not let up for at least three days.’ She shook her head. ‘The catacombs will be impassable because of the swollen river. And it is not like either of us can navigate them anyway in that state. Considering you weren’t much help the last time.’ She suddenly caught herself and a soft crimson flush flooded her face. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. You were unconscious. Of course you wouldn’t have been able to help………’ Her eyes held a strange faraway look, tinged with pity. ‘Being a dhampir must be hard……especially if you love the rain.’
D kept his silence as he moved to the entrance, then put his hand out into the cascade pouring down from the eaves. As he did so, his eyes fixed on a spot outside. Melissa followed his gaze.
Beyond the blurring grey membrane they could see the profile of the hill and a number of human silhouettes. People swinging hoes up and down. If you didn’t mind getting a little wet, this was the finest weather one could ask for to put in some extra hours in the fields without the threat of the dreaded Nobility.
‘If I were to go out now, my body temperature would drop nearly four degrees,’ D said, watching the droplets smashing against his outstretched hand. ‘My running speed would fall by thirty percent, you see, as my whole metabolism slowed down. On the other hand, your kind…’
‘Would be unaffected, unless we stayed out for too long,’ said Hellfire softly. Seeing the ghost of sorrow shadow his face, she felt pained by the destiny the gorgeous youth bore. What was it like to spring from Noble and mortal blood? When stalking one of the two, what went through his heart?
She took D’s soaked arm.
D turned to her. Clasping his wrist in both of her slender hands, she silently pressed his hand to her face. His hand was like ice against her warm flesh, but she wondered in her heart if she could become his temperature by just holding it there. She closed her eyes and heard only the sound of the rain.
A moment passed and she felt firm fingers gently pry her hand off as his arm slipped free. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He turned his head away from her and closed his eyes.
‘I can’t,’ he whispered, more to himself than to the woman. Unless she was greatly mistaken or had misheard, his voice seemed to be filled with anguish, but softer and more intimate. With that, he turned and walked out of the shack and into the stable. He did not stop until he was safely inside and leaned against the wall.
‘Well, that was entertaining.’ The countenance carbuncle showed its face, a leering smile on its grotesque features. ‘No matter how hard you try, you can’t fight it, can you?’
‘Shut up.’
‘Wake up to yourself, D! There she was, a sweet little siren calling ‘take me, take me!’ And what do you do? You walk away. Like always. Sometimes, I wonder if you’re anything like your fath-’
‘Say one more word and I’ll slice you off and stuff you in the saddle bag until this job is finished.’
‘Fine,’ the parasite snorted. ‘I’m going to take a nap, so don’t expect me to be of any help for a while. If any beasties come out to take a chunk out of you, you deal with it yourself.’ With that, the face receded into the dhampir’s palm, the skin smooth and flawless once more.
D closed his eyes, his thoughts wandering to the Huntress who was as beautiful in her own way as a deity. An angel of darkness, a goddess of death destined to bear her burden alone. He privately studied her for the first time as he watched her return to the house. Her chiselled features, the large green eyes that blazed with a warrior’s fire, the gleaming raven mane. And her lips, so soft and sensual. He watched her, wanting her. Wanting to feel the warmth of her skin and savour the sweet essence of her lost innocence. He felt his desire burning more fiercely than ever before. He hadn’t felt like this even when Doris, or even Leila, was around. And his desire was getting harder and harder to endure every day that passed. He was hard damn near constantly and it was driving him to the brink of insanity. His plan was to focus on the mission to take his mind off of the constant lust burning deep within him. But it was to no avail. Even now he couldn’t get her out of his head.
He rested his strong, flawless hand against his waist, freeing himself of the confines of his attire. He allowed himself to breathe as he stroked himself hard, the image of the young woman imprinted in his mind. He could imagine that soft, silken voice moan his name as he closed his firm lips upon her breast, nipping and licking at the rosy bud while she writhed in the agony of desire. The scent roiling off her intoxicating his senses….His breathing quickened as he set a steady and firm pace for his ministrations. The thought of that thick, lustrous mane of hair falling over her shoulders as she arched her neck. Her slender fingers tracing a course down his back and gliding over every muscle in his body. The way her body would go rigid as he sank his fangs into the pale flesh of her long, elegant neck…
He grit his teeth to stop the growl of lust escaping him and he slumped slightly against the wall. It wasn’t what he knew he wanted, but it was good enough. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold out against the needs his body continuously screamed at him. He glanced at the sticky mess of his hand and wondered exactly how long he could go on like this. He cleaned himself off and fastened his attire back in place, his thoughts once again straying to the Huntress. Such a young woman, damned to live this accursed life. It brought to mind exactly how fortunate he was that he chose this path freely, though it did at times bring him suffering and loneliness…
The scent of blood assailed his nostrils and his eyes gave off a brilliant glare. It was not the blood of an enemy.
‘You’re scary as hell when you get like this.’ The symbiont finally showed his face, sensing the dhampir’s uneasiness. ‘It’s as though part of you revels in your true nature.’
‘Something is happening back at the mill,’ D said, ignoring the parasite’s disguised taunt. He swiftly turned on his heel and set out into the rain.
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