Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction ❯ God of Death ❯ Chapter 14: The Price That Was Paid. ( Chapter 14 )
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By: Queenhellfire 
The council pay an unexpected visit and an unpleasant surprise awaits D.
Anime/Manga: Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Occult / Adventure / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 02.09.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 146 | Status: Completed
The council pay an unexpected visit and an unpleasant surprise awaits D.
Anime/Manga: Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Occult / Adventure / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 02.09.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 146 | Status: Completed
Chapter 14: The Price That Was Paid.
Melissa sat in the shack, her hands resting on the long scabbard that cradled her sword. Eyes the hue of a river frozen over by the severe winter stared blankly at the elaborate tooling upon the tanned leather. The more she tried to focus on something else, the more her thoughts strayed to what had transpired the other night. No matter how hard she pushed it back, the clearer and more defined the image became.
The face conjured in her heart of hearts bore a striking resemblance to the Vampire Hunter.
Even though it had only been taken upon herself to briefly satiate the dhampir’s desires, her own lust had not been satisfied.
I want more from him, she thought. I want to touch D in ways I can’t even explain. I want to feel those firm lips upon me, tasting my…
Her cheeks were flushed vermilion at the illicit fantasies racing through her mind. She shook her head roughly. No, she couldn’t indulge in those fantasies. As much as she wanted to touch D and wanted him to touch her, she couldn’t press her luck that the Vampire Hunter would ever dare go for round two.
‘I can’t risk it,’ she muttered, her slender hands tightening their grip upon the sword in her hands. ‘I’ve already risked too much allowing myself to pleasure D. I can’t afford to sink into the same state. I don’t wish to lose my freedom.’
‘Too late for that, Vampire Hunter.’
The voice startled her out of her reverie and her hand immediately raised the sword. She narrowed her eyes. Who should decide to pay an unexpected social call than the very last people she wished to see right now- the men of Verna’s village council.
‘Well, well, seems we can’t even trust you to obey the laws set for you,’ Amicus said, his eyes glittering cruelly. He had a pole of shiny black iron, close to two and half feet in length, slung across his left arm. This served as a reminder of his old trade, which was clubbing lesser dragons and bears to death for meat and hides he could sell. Now it was just a simple walking stick that doubled as an efficient tool for punishment should things not go his way. Jeremiah was also present, a very stern face glaring from behind wire-rimmed glasses. The beautiful Huntress simply gave a light toss of her head, her hand still gripping her peerless weapon.
‘I don’t know what you’re-‘
‘You know damn well what we mean, whore,’ spat Amicus. ‘We came to see what progress you and that punk have made solving this case, but it seems we have to issue an arrest warrant instead.’
‘An arrest warrant? For what?’
‘For breaking one of the laws that bind you to your contract,’ the gruff old man snorted. He shot a glare at Jeremiah who simply levelled his cold gaze upon the young woman.
‘Melissa, you have deliberately broken the taboo stating that you were prohibited from engaging and exploring in sexual conduct. And to make matters worse, you engaged in the act with one that is not of our species.’
‘What the hell are you talking about?’ She knew exactly what they meant, but she kept her voice low and steady, her hatred for these people driving aside the ice chest that had started to settle in the pit of her stomach.
‘You engaged in sexual activity with D,’ said Jeremiah flatly. ‘And don’t bother trying to lie because we heard you through the door.’
‘I could have been thinking out loud about a fantasy I dreamed,’ shot back the young woman. And besides, you have no proof I did any such thing.’
‘Oh, but we do.’ Amicus gestured to one of the men in the background and they stepped forward with a large envelope. Ripping it open, he pulled out the papers inside and thrust them straight under her nose. Her breath hitched in her throat.
They were photographs of D and herself, caught up in the act that the Covenant elder had accused her of.
‘Where did you get those?’ The question was forced out in a hoarse whisper, incensed with rage. Dorian, who was also present, pointed to a corner in the ceiling. Something glinted there in the dim light. It was a small black orb, the sensor built within continuously pulsing with blue light.
‘This old mill used to be an interrogation facility for the vigilante committee who captured and question possible suspects and criminals. Though the facility had long fallen into disrepair, some of the cameras built within still operate at full capacity.’
‘You were spying on me?!’ Her indignity flared into a blaze of pure fury. ‘You were watching everything I did? The entire time?!’
‘It was the only way to keep tabs on you,’ said Jeremiah. ‘To ensure you kept adhering to our laws.’ The cruelty of this man finally surfaced and a cold smirk curved his moustached lips. ‘Did you honestly think we were going to let you run around unchecked? We could have killed you if we wished. But instead we put your passion for breaking our laws to good use.’ He glared sternly at the woman. ‘Don’t forget, Vampire Hunter Melissa. We gave you life in exchange for death.’
‘You gave me chains in exchange for my humanity,’ growled Melissa, beautiful face and curvaceous body trembling with her rage. ‘You manipulated my mind and erased my memory so I would forget my name, my family, everything of my life. In exchange for making me your Vampire Hunter, you condemned to a life as a walking ghost.’ She drew her blade with a sound like pouring salt. ‘You may have me in chains, you sick bastards. But you can’t stop me from being human!’
Along with a roar, high-energy gunpowder sent a stream of iron tacks racing at her heart.
With a beautiful ring of steel, her blade deflected the iron tacks.
Another shot rang out and this time a snarl of pain was wrenched from the woman’s lips as her sword fell from nerveless fingers. Her blood dripped in a crimson rain upon the carpet as she cradled her hand. The smooth, flawless flesh was now pierced with an array of needles that had been fired by a sliver gun owned by Dorian. She glared at the council members, who merely glared back. Their skin was pale and strangely bloodless and their lips were weirdly crimson, but the coldness of their eyes drew her attention away from these eerie differences to their appearances.
In a threatening tone, Jeremiah said, ‘It would seem this will have to be dealt with the hard way. So, are you going to come with us?’
~*~
Fog permeated the catacombs.
Passing from corridor to corridor, D was making straight for the large hall where he and Melissa had been ambushed, but he came to a stop in the antechamber before the entrance.
Something was very wrong here. He’d only been a few steps behind the young Covenant and his vampire lover. Even with the delay of the crystal dimension, he should have been able to see them up ahead. So why was this place silent as the grave?
The instance he turned back and began walking to the entrance of the shaft, the ceiling and the wall around the doorway cracked. A red flash of light and savage, gaseous energy came from the crack, headed for D. The time it took the dhampir to see this and make a conscious decision of how to avoid it would be the difference between life and death.
The impact swept D’s feet out from under him and slammed him into the wall to his rear. Thick chunks of stone went flying, and the roar echoed throughout the hall.
Now a mountain of rubble lay in front of the entrance. It would be impossible to get into the rooms beyond without bringing motorised equipment.
D was on the floor, his body resting facedown upon the stone. The flap of his cloak was caked brown from the dust that rose from the impact. There was no way he could move. He had taken a blast of energy that destroyed hundreds of tons of rock in the walls and the ceiling, and he had been smashed headfirst into a stone wall. It would most likely be a day or two before he woke up, if he did at all.
From the high ledge above the catastrophe that had taken place, Lizbeth and Ambrose grinned at each other with enormous glee.
‘The trap worked like a charm,’ Ambrose crowed. ‘With the dhampir out of the way, we can now wait for Titus and his Purifiers to turn the council. Soon, he will be destroyed and the entire coven will be eating out of our palm.’
‘It was a pity we had to resurrect my brother to fulfil such a task,’ said Lizbeth, her voice edged with a mockery of sadness at the loss of her sibling. ‘But at least he served a purpose. Now that bitch will have no choice but to bow to us.’
‘There is a chance she won’t. She’s a fiery girl.’ Ambrose scowled. ‘I have to admit, her tenacity and strong will are admirable. But they will break in time.’ That criminal smirk returned to his sharply handsome features. ‘If she doesn’t, I’ll just kill her. No need to win her heart over if we can simply rip it from her body.’
‘Oooh, can I take her eyes?’ pleaded the vampiress. ‘I adore the taste of women’s eyes popping between my teeth, the blood gushing from them.’ Rapture of the most frightening manner suffused her hauntingly striking face.
‘Anything my dear desires.’ Ambrose took the chin of the vampire and kissed her savagely. In their triumph over the dhampir, they fell upon each other like beasts, their moans echoing throughout the ruins of the trap they’d laid out for D.
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Melissa sat in the shack, her hands resting on the long scabbard that cradled her sword. Eyes the hue of a river frozen over by the severe winter stared blankly at the elaborate tooling upon the tanned leather. The more she tried to focus on something else, the more her thoughts strayed to what had transpired the other night. No matter how hard she pushed it back, the clearer and more defined the image became.
The face conjured in her heart of hearts bore a striking resemblance to the Vampire Hunter.
Even though it had only been taken upon herself to briefly satiate the dhampir’s desires, her own lust had not been satisfied.
I want more from him, she thought. I want to touch D in ways I can’t even explain. I want to feel those firm lips upon me, tasting my…
Her cheeks were flushed vermilion at the illicit fantasies racing through her mind. She shook her head roughly. No, she couldn’t indulge in those fantasies. As much as she wanted to touch D and wanted him to touch her, she couldn’t press her luck that the Vampire Hunter would ever dare go for round two.
‘I can’t risk it,’ she muttered, her slender hands tightening their grip upon the sword in her hands. ‘I’ve already risked too much allowing myself to pleasure D. I can’t afford to sink into the same state. I don’t wish to lose my freedom.’
‘Too late for that, Vampire Hunter.’
The voice startled her out of her reverie and her hand immediately raised the sword. She narrowed her eyes. Who should decide to pay an unexpected social call than the very last people she wished to see right now- the men of Verna’s village council.
‘Well, well, seems we can’t even trust you to obey the laws set for you,’ Amicus said, his eyes glittering cruelly. He had a pole of shiny black iron, close to two and half feet in length, slung across his left arm. This served as a reminder of his old trade, which was clubbing lesser dragons and bears to death for meat and hides he could sell. Now it was just a simple walking stick that doubled as an efficient tool for punishment should things not go his way. Jeremiah was also present, a very stern face glaring from behind wire-rimmed glasses. The beautiful Huntress simply gave a light toss of her head, her hand still gripping her peerless weapon.
‘I don’t know what you’re-‘
‘You know damn well what we mean, whore,’ spat Amicus. ‘We came to see what progress you and that punk have made solving this case, but it seems we have to issue an arrest warrant instead.’
‘An arrest warrant? For what?’
‘For breaking one of the laws that bind you to your contract,’ the gruff old man snorted. He shot a glare at Jeremiah who simply levelled his cold gaze upon the young woman.
‘Melissa, you have deliberately broken the taboo stating that you were prohibited from engaging and exploring in sexual conduct. And to make matters worse, you engaged in the act with one that is not of our species.’
‘What the hell are you talking about?’ She knew exactly what they meant, but she kept her voice low and steady, her hatred for these people driving aside the ice chest that had started to settle in the pit of her stomach.
‘You engaged in sexual activity with D,’ said Jeremiah flatly. ‘And don’t bother trying to lie because we heard you through the door.’
‘I could have been thinking out loud about a fantasy I dreamed,’ shot back the young woman. And besides, you have no proof I did any such thing.’
‘Oh, but we do.’ Amicus gestured to one of the men in the background and they stepped forward with a large envelope. Ripping it open, he pulled out the papers inside and thrust them straight under her nose. Her breath hitched in her throat.
They were photographs of D and herself, caught up in the act that the Covenant elder had accused her of.
‘Where did you get those?’ The question was forced out in a hoarse whisper, incensed with rage. Dorian, who was also present, pointed to a corner in the ceiling. Something glinted there in the dim light. It was a small black orb, the sensor built within continuously pulsing with blue light.
‘This old mill used to be an interrogation facility for the vigilante committee who captured and question possible suspects and criminals. Though the facility had long fallen into disrepair, some of the cameras built within still operate at full capacity.’
‘You were spying on me?!’ Her indignity flared into a blaze of pure fury. ‘You were watching everything I did? The entire time?!’
‘It was the only way to keep tabs on you,’ said Jeremiah. ‘To ensure you kept adhering to our laws.’ The cruelty of this man finally surfaced and a cold smirk curved his moustached lips. ‘Did you honestly think we were going to let you run around unchecked? We could have killed you if we wished. But instead we put your passion for breaking our laws to good use.’ He glared sternly at the woman. ‘Don’t forget, Vampire Hunter Melissa. We gave you life in exchange for death.’
‘You gave me chains in exchange for my humanity,’ growled Melissa, beautiful face and curvaceous body trembling with her rage. ‘You manipulated my mind and erased my memory so I would forget my name, my family, everything of my life. In exchange for making me your Vampire Hunter, you condemned to a life as a walking ghost.’ She drew her blade with a sound like pouring salt. ‘You may have me in chains, you sick bastards. But you can’t stop me from being human!’
Along with a roar, high-energy gunpowder sent a stream of iron tacks racing at her heart.
With a beautiful ring of steel, her blade deflected the iron tacks.
Another shot rang out and this time a snarl of pain was wrenched from the woman’s lips as her sword fell from nerveless fingers. Her blood dripped in a crimson rain upon the carpet as she cradled her hand. The smooth, flawless flesh was now pierced with an array of needles that had been fired by a sliver gun owned by Dorian. She glared at the council members, who merely glared back. Their skin was pale and strangely bloodless and their lips were weirdly crimson, but the coldness of their eyes drew her attention away from these eerie differences to their appearances.
In a threatening tone, Jeremiah said, ‘It would seem this will have to be dealt with the hard way. So, are you going to come with us?’
~*~
Fog permeated the catacombs.
Passing from corridor to corridor, D was making straight for the large hall where he and Melissa had been ambushed, but he came to a stop in the antechamber before the entrance.
Something was very wrong here. He’d only been a few steps behind the young Covenant and his vampire lover. Even with the delay of the crystal dimension, he should have been able to see them up ahead. So why was this place silent as the grave?
The instance he turned back and began walking to the entrance of the shaft, the ceiling and the wall around the doorway cracked. A red flash of light and savage, gaseous energy came from the crack, headed for D. The time it took the dhampir to see this and make a conscious decision of how to avoid it would be the difference between life and death.
The impact swept D’s feet out from under him and slammed him into the wall to his rear. Thick chunks of stone went flying, and the roar echoed throughout the hall.
Now a mountain of rubble lay in front of the entrance. It would be impossible to get into the rooms beyond without bringing motorised equipment.
D was on the floor, his body resting facedown upon the stone. The flap of his cloak was caked brown from the dust that rose from the impact. There was no way he could move. He had taken a blast of energy that destroyed hundreds of tons of rock in the walls and the ceiling, and he had been smashed headfirst into a stone wall. It would most likely be a day or two before he woke up, if he did at all.
From the high ledge above the catastrophe that had taken place, Lizbeth and Ambrose grinned at each other with enormous glee.
‘The trap worked like a charm,’ Ambrose crowed. ‘With the dhampir out of the way, we can now wait for Titus and his Purifiers to turn the council. Soon, he will be destroyed and the entire coven will be eating out of our palm.’
‘It was a pity we had to resurrect my brother to fulfil such a task,’ said Lizbeth, her voice edged with a mockery of sadness at the loss of her sibling. ‘But at least he served a purpose. Now that bitch will have no choice but to bow to us.’
‘There is a chance she won’t. She’s a fiery girl.’ Ambrose scowled. ‘I have to admit, her tenacity and strong will are admirable. But they will break in time.’ That criminal smirk returned to his sharply handsome features. ‘If she doesn’t, I’ll just kill her. No need to win her heart over if we can simply rip it from her body.’
‘Oooh, can I take her eyes?’ pleaded the vampiress. ‘I adore the taste of women’s eyes popping between my teeth, the blood gushing from them.’ Rapture of the most frightening manner suffused her hauntingly striking face.
‘Anything my dear desires.’ Ambrose took the chin of the vampire and kissed her savagely. In their triumph over the dhampir, they fell upon each other like beasts, their moans echoing throughout the ruins of the trap they’d laid out for D.
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