Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction ❯ God of Death ❯ Chapter 11: The Huntress's Rage ( Chapter 11 )

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Chapter 11: The Huntress's Rage

Contrary to what he said, it didn’t seem to affect him in the slightest. A hundred yards took him less than six seconds, not even blinking against the wind-lashed torrents. A huge crash shattered the silence of the house, drowned almost immediately in the thunder rolling through the hills. Whatever was going on back there, it seemed the one involved was not going down without a fight. It didn’t take long to discover who that someone was when a snarl echoed through the house, the sound reaching his ears.

‘Get your hands off of me!’ The Huntress snapped and the sound of flesh hitting flesh rent the air, followed by a soft snarl that was her own.
‘You’re coming with us whether you like it or not, missy,’ a grating voice sneered. ‘Mister Ambrose wants a word with you and he doesn’t like to be kept waiting.’
‘Then he can wait as long as he fucking likes because I’m not going anywhere,’ snarled the young woman. ‘If he wants to talk to a girl, tell him to take his snake-oil charms to the brothel where they belong.’
‘You insolent little bitch!’ A loud thud against flesh and Melissa swore colourfully under the onslaught. ‘If you don’t come willingly, we got no problem with peeling you buck-ass naked to check you out.’
‘Check me out for what?’
‘What else? It’s not like we don’t know what’s going on, Whore of Damnation. You got to be Titus’s plaything. He’s attacked the village five times this month and yet you seem to be the only girl in town he’s not interested in. What, he got too much of your blood in him that he’s sick of you?’
A sudden silence hung over the house. Then the window burst outward in an explosion of glass as a greasy-haired youth was thrown out the window. A snarl of the most animalistic nature issued from within the house and a scream beyond anything that could be considered masculine shattered the still air. Blood spattered the other window and the door burst open to let three more men escape the vicinity. Each of them were bloodied beyond recognition and each had an expression of pure fear upon their faces. One of them was sobbing in agony, huddled over his bloodied groin. A few seconds later, a blur of raven streaked out the door and paused before the huddled quartet. It was Melissa, her hands covered in blood and her body battered and bruised and covered in slashes. The claw marks of Lizbeth’s handiwork were still prominent on her face and her eyes were blazing with a black rage. In her right hand seemed to be a large piece of flesh.  In her left, a dagger red to the hilt.

‘If you think that I would allow this village to be attacked by vampires at my will, your brains have been reduced to slush,’ she said, her voice low and hard as ice, incensed with her fury. She was not shouting, but it looked as though she should have been screaming her anger. ‘I would rather die than become that…..filth’s toy and blood bag. Go back to Ambrose. Tell him I have nothing to say about this matter. You have ten seconds before you become a feast for the wolves. So take your entourage, get on your horses, and get the fuck out of my sight.’
They did not need a second invitation. The quartet immediately sprang on their horses, their masculinity in the gutter. A fifth was still tied to a tree. D watched the woman in silence. Melissa stood there, her hands shaking in fury. She glanced at the piece of meat clutched in her fist. A scream of pure rage finally tore from her throat and she hurled the flesh against a tree. The penis of one of the males impaled upon a branch for all to see. She walked back into the house and another scream issued from her as the body of their fifth companion was thrown out the door, ripped open from throat to navel. The shock of seeing their comrade’s body seemed to shake at least one of them out of their fear. He drew a magnum rifle from his saddle and fired upon her three times. Before she could react to the shots, D was in front of her, his longsword out. The three shots were deflected. A fourth however he was unable to see due to the fact a second man had concealed his actions behind his companion. He doubled over, his hand flying to his stomach as he fell to one knee.
‘D!’ Melissa slipped out from behind him and knelt in front of the dhampir. She snarled in pain as a bullet lodged itself in her shoulder. D hadn’t noticed for he was still nursing his own injury. He must have thought they were still shooting at him. She ignored her wound and hurled her bloodied dagger at the shooter. It struck him in the throat and he went down, gurgling blood from his mouth. The others stared at their fallen comrade and then froze when they saw the expression on the woman’s face. Pure, undisguised blood rage blazed in her eyes.
‘LEAVE!’ Her tone was deadlier than an assassin’s blade and the remaining companions turned and headed for the hills. Once they were out of sight, she turned her attention to the Hunter upon the ground.
‘Let’s get you inside.’ She moved to drape his arm across her shoulders and pulled him to his feet.
‘It’s nothing,’ D replied, gritting his teeth a little in pain. What they’d shot him with was not ordinary ammunition. It was compulsory for villages of this size to be given a permit to sell silver-plated blades and bullets for use against possible vampire attacks. It was a well-known fact that, as much as the knowledge was denied, large populated areas seemed to attract wandering Nobility. As much for the thrill of the hunt, they were drawn by the promise of a surplus of fresh victims to prey upon.
The young woman ignored the gorgeous youth’s disregard for his injury and led him inside. The carpet was stained with blood from the man she’d slaughtered in her rage and the thick coppery scent assailed his nostrils. He suppressed the growl that threatened to escape and tried to push the Huntress away as she removed his sword and set it on the couch. But Melissa would have none of it.
‘Here.’ She steered him into her room and lowered him onto the bed. D tried to move but she swiftly pressed him down onto his back, making sure he was lying flat on the soft linen. He did not fight her but instead did as was instructed. It would seem in her current emotional state, there would be no arguing with her.
‘I need to remove that bullet before the silver penetrates your organs,’ she said. ‘Otherwise the regeneration of cells will not be possible.’ She pulled out a large first-aid kit and opened it up, taking out all she needed for this delicate operation. She glanced at the Hunter. ‘I need to remove your shirt so I can access the wound.’ She moved to unfasten his cloak but D swiftly grabbed her hands and gently pushed them away.
‘I’ll do it.’ He nimbly unfastened the catches of his cloak and threw it over a chair. Removing the blue pendant, he rested it upon the bedside table and then slowly sat up. In a matter of seconds, the dhampir had opened up the bodysuit that encased his sculpted body and pulled it down to his waist. She couldn’t help but gasp softly. His physique was magnificent, beyond anything she’d ever seen in her years. Even the most active soldier in Verna could not have achieved such a high level of muscle definition and tone. She reached out and touched his chest. His skin was soft and supple, utterly flawless. She’d expected him to be as hard as he appeared and her eyes flicked down below his waist as if on a will of their own. Her face suddenly felt warm and she hoped to the gods that watched over her that she wasn’t blushing. He was indeed hard, but not in the way she thought he’d be. She shook herself out of her study of the dhampir and focused her attention upon the wound. Blood was seeping from the entry wound, providing a stark contrast to his luminous, deathly pale skin.
‘Should I lie down again?’ He asked this as though he was asking for directions to the nearest town. It seemed nothing fazed this Adonis, not even a mortal wound to the stomach. She nodded and the dhampir did as he was told, removing his hat and setting it upon the table. His hair spilled in dark waves around his face and down his shoulders, softening his hard exterior. He was so tall he could barely fit comfortably upon the bed, and she couldn’t carry this procedure out if she had nowhere to sit easily. Setting the kit down on the bedside table, she crawled onto the bed and straddled the dhampir’s legs.
‘What are you-?’
‘I need to be able to access the wound, dhampir,’ she said firmly. ‘This is the only way.’ She reached over to grab a bottle of antiseptic and a large pair of tweezers and cotton swabs. She soaked the swabs in the antiseptic and began to clean the wound and the surrounding area. She leaned in a little so she could perform a more thorough cleaning, her eyes fixated upon the wound. D lay there, relaxed and his gaze idly latched upon the woman’s task. After the cleaning was done, she soaked her hands in the antiseptic and took up the tweezers. Resting her hand upon the dhampir’s stomach, she dipped the tweezers in the antiseptic, shook off the excess and inserted the tips into the wound.
D grit his teeth slightly against the pain, feeling the tiny forceps digging into the wound to retrieve the bullet. He’d only been shot three times in his long years as a Hunter but it still hurt like hell when he had to get the bullet removed. However, due to his vampire physiology, he would not succumb to infection as easily as he would have if he were truly human. His icily gleaming eyes travelled to the woman’s face. Sweat was beading upon her brow and her skin had a paler hue to it. Something seemed to be wrong with her. A sudden jolt of pain raced through him and he snarled in pain as the woman located the bullet and extracted it from the wound.
‘Got it.’ She placed the bullet upon the table and cleaned the wound once more. She grabbed the gauze and leaned over to slip her hand under him. She slipped the gauze underneath and looped it around his stomach, sealing and binding the wound securely. She absentmindedly shifted forward as she finished her task. D hissed in surprise and grabbed her by the shoulders, throwing her off of him. She fell onto her back and hissed in pain, landing upon her injury. She sat up to stare at the Hunter.
‘What the hell is the matter with you?’ she demanded. D quickly dressed himself and walked out of the room.
‘I will sleep out here from now on. It is too dangerous to continue like this.’ With those cryptic words, he shut the door, leaving the young woman alone once more. She glared at the door and then proceeded to remove the bullet from her own wound, a far trickier task considering the location of the injury.
‘What is going on with him?’ she muttered. ‘Something is up. And I intend to find out what it is.’


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