Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction ❯ God of Death ❯ Chapter 16: Remembrance and Revelation ( Chapter 16 )
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By: Queenhellfire 
In the midst of nightmares,a memory is uncovered and a revelation is born.
Anime/Manga: Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Occult / Adventure / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 02.10.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 134 | Status: Completed
In the midst of nightmares,a memory is uncovered and a revelation is born.
Anime/Manga: Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Occult / Adventure / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 02.10.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 134 | Status: Completed
Chapter 16: Remembrance and Revelation
It had taken less than a day to return to the shack of the Huntress. The young woman had barely spoken a word during the ride, only a soft apology every now and then mingled with the quiet sobs of a girl in eternal torment. What she must have endured at the hands of Jeremiah must have been brutal, for it had robbed her entirely of her pride and fearlessness. D didn’t say a word to her; he didn’t even try to console her. Instead, he’d carried the nerveless and half-naked girl to her room.
Now the gorgeous youth sat in a chair by the bed, watching the young woman sleep soundly. Her face was utterly serene, but he could see the lines of anger, fear and anguish etched into her skin. She lay upon her stomach, wincing slightly as the wind gently licked at the stinging wounds marring her flawless skin. Blood still trickled in tiny streams over her flesh, staining the linen beneath her body. Her right hand had been wrapped in gauze to stop the bleeding. In spite of the vitality she always exhibited, the beautiful Huntress now looked tired, pale and drawn. It was as though Jeremiah’s torment had sucked the life out of her, leaving her a hollow shell of her original self.
‘She’ll be out of it for a while,’ muttered D’s left hand. ‘I got to say, I never thought she’d break easily as that. ‘Especially when that old fart kissed her like that. I would have guessed she’d give him a good whack over the head. Not curl up like a scared baby.’
D didn’t reply to the symbiote. His gaze drifted across to the window, staring into the night. Any normal person would have a hard time stepping over the overturned furniture and shattered glass articles- remnants of the struggle the young woman had had with the council members. But the dhampir managed to do so without a single slide in his step. There had been blood spattered on some of the ruined furniture, and it seemed to explain the strange wounds on the girl’s back and thighs.
‘Seemed she didn’t go without a fight though,’ murmured the parasite. ‘What do you suppose they wanted with her?’
‘Information, most likely.’ D rested his hand upon the sill, scraping the bloody smear with his fingertips. He rubbed them together, feeling the moist texture of the drying liquid before coolly raised that same hand to his lips. No one would have been able to see the tongue flick out to taste the substance, nor seen the brilliant crimson glare flash in those cold eyes, for it was gone without a trace. It was as though the action never occurred.
‘It’s hers,’ muttered the Hunter. ‘I also detect traces of another person, most likely male, within the traces left behind.’
‘It could have been any one of those crazy bastards.’ The symbiote didn’t sound happy. ‘Things are going to get hairy now that Titus is wearing the pants of the government with the council playing bootlick.’
‘The question remains as to whom was the spy that infiltrated them. Whoever it was has the ability to go undetected.’ Was there a tone of admiration racing through the dhampir’s voice?
‘The fact that even you weren’t able to detect who it was means the vampire is a high-ranking servant of the Noble. Looks like you might have a hell of a fight on your hands, D. I’d keep on your toes this time around.’
No response was uttered as the gorgeous youth turned towards the sleeping woman, a soft groan escaped her and the lines etched into her face seemed to deepen. Her hand clutched at the sheets and whispers were slipping between those soft lips.
‘Please, Jeremiah, don’t…’ It seemed she was in the throes of some dark dream for she continued to clutch at the sheets and curl over to one side, as though she could shield herself from harm.
‘Please, I don’t want this…..I don’t want Ambrose……or you…..just please……end this….no more…’
Tears were slipping from her eyes, silver trails painted upon her face as she continued to whisper in anguish. It would seem something of her past had finally surfaced, something terrible and cruel.
‘Jeremiah, please! Let me go! I don’t want this! I’ll scream if you don’t!’ Her voice pitched to a shrill shriek, continuously flowing from her in a torrent of fear and anguish, but it quickly turned to fury. ‘I said stop you sick son of bitch! I’m not your fucking plaything! You’re no different than the fucking Nobility!’
She let out a strangled cry and thrashed more wildly. Her left arm scraped the sharp corners of the table beside the bed and rent a huge gash in her flesh, but the young woman didn’t seem to notice. The thick coppery scent of the blood spiced with her anger assailed D and a brilliant glare flashed in the darkness of the shack. He immediately fell upon the Huntress, pinning her arms down to prevent her thrashing. His fangs jutted from his jaw and a soft growl issued from deep within his throat. Melissa began to thrash harder, her anger not only heightening her susceptibility of injuring herself, but D’s lust for blood.
‘Get your hands off of me! No, don’t! Don’t do it! DHAMPIR!!’
D froze.
Her eyes suddenly flew open and stared at the Hunter that was on top of her. She saw that ghastly visage, his eyes glowing a deep crimson that seemed to only intensify the haunting countenance of the vampire he held deep inside. Even though she was staring at the stuff of nightmares, she didn’t seem the least bit afraid of him.
‘D, what the-?’
The dhampir leaped gracefully off the woman, standing at the side of the bed. His paraffin beauty was restored, his bloodlust shoved firmly into the deeper recesses of his mind.
‘You were having a nightmare,’ he stated. Melissa suddenly looked embarrassed and averted her gaze. Her eyes slid shut and she gripped her left arm. Anger coursed through her as her nails sank into the open wound, not caring for the searing pain at this point in time.
‘It was him…..all of it. Him and that sadistic son of his.’
‘Jeremiah?’
She nodded. ‘When I turned fourteen, I’d grown into what a lot of people would say dangerously attractive. Not a day went past when I wasn’t solicited by one man or another for explicit favours or asked for my hand in marriage. I didn’t want any of that. I just wanted to be a warrior. To prove that women can be as strong and as fierce as the men in the village. Perhaps then, we wouldn’t have that cursed edict upon us, chaining us to conform to their laws.’
She stared out the window.
‘Jeremiah seemed particularly keen on making me Ambrose’s wife. He always came up to me and showered me with favours he claimed came from his son. Flowers, candy, the works. It wasn’t until I confronted Ambrose about the gifts and he laughed in my face that I realised who was truly keen on me. If Ambrose were keen on marrying me, it would only be so he could torture me and force me to do whatever he wanted for amusement. All the girls in the village loved him and fawned over him. I, however, was sickened by his good looks and criminal charm.’
‘Immediately after Jeremiah’s wife died, he came to me for consolation. After I did just that, he tried to kiss me and fondle me. I pushed him off me and demanded the reason and then he proposed to me. He wanted me to replace the wife, that he’d been disappointed in all his life. I was disgusted by this and told him to leave me alone. He never did. But the final straw came when he found out I’d killed a vampire.’
‘ That was when that strange law was written?’
‘Exactly two days after I was incarcerated for my crimes. He visited me in the cells and told me I had two choices. Marry him and become his wife or suffer. I told him I’d rather die. He said I would die like the vampire I slaughtered. After that everything went black. I remember nothing else after that. It’s all a blur.’ She glanced at her bloodied hand and clenched her fist.
‘This is the price that was paid for spurning him. This is why I’ve been kept caged in spite of gaining what I desired all my life.’
‘The life of a Hunter is no kind of life.’
She glared at D. ‘What would you know? You’ve been a Hunter all your damn life! I lost everything I had! You were on your own from the damn beginning! What makes you think you know anything about the suffering I’m going through?!’
D remained silent. He simply rose to his feet and crossed over to the window. Pressing his hand against the glass, he stood like a young tree in a winter night, his eyes drifting over to the shadows of the forest. Melissa realised what she’d just said and lowered her eyes. She suddenly felt extremely guilty.
‘I’m sorry……..I shouldn’t have…….I’m so sorry.’
There was a tense silence. The only sound was the gentle evening breeze pushing its way through the shattered panes, its cold fingers searching for openings in the clothing of the shack residents.
‘Perhaps I don’t know what you’re going through,’ the Hunter said softly. ‘I have lived a long time and have seen your kind birth and die many times over. I can’t understand what it must be like for you to endure after losing all you held dear, but even so, no matter how much blood you spill, it can always be washed off. You can start anew. I, however, can not.’ His voice seemed to carry a melancholy tone, extremely faint though it was. Could it be this gorgeous youth mourned the loss of his own past? ‘I don’t get to choose the life you are entitled to. I will never have the opportunity of such luxury.’
The young Huntress couldn’t help but stare at the dhampir’s back. So, he knew pain as well. He knew loss and betrayal. He knew sadness and anger. He bled, he felt agony. But was this all he was destined to feel? Did he ever laugh, cry, smile or shout to the heavens? If this mysterious youth ever indulged such dalliances of emotion, it would never be told.
‘I’m sorry, D. I had no idea.’
‘You’ve no need to apologise. I am what I am, regardless of the blood in my veins. How you judge others is of no concern to me.’
‘…..Is it?’
D finally turned around to meet her gaze. The faintest of frowns etched into his brow.
Melissa raised her head so her eyes were fully locked onto his. ‘You say it’s of no concern to you, but you surely feel the burden of being abhorred for who you are. And the struggle with your vampire nature.’
D’s lips parted in surprise.
‘Don’t look so shocked. I remembered what you said to me that day, after….’ Her skin flushed vermilion and she cleared her throat. ‘You spoke of torment. The torment of fighting your blood and your lust. You speak as though we’re different to you and that may be true from a biological standpoint. But you bleed, you feel pain. You may not feel emotion as keenly as us, or perhaps you do but you hide it so well, but you still feel it. You’re no less human than the rest of us, Dhampir.’
The beautiful Hunter seemed to be frozen where he stood. No reaction seemed to flicker across his face or through his body. It appeared as though he’d become a mere statue of ice, displayed for all time in the gallery of winter’s craft. She sighed and turned away. Perhaps she’d been wrong to say such things to him. Perhaps she had crossed the line this time.
‘I’m sorry, D. It was not my place.’ She raised her head to meet the gorgeous youth’s gaze.
But D was gone.
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It had taken less than a day to return to the shack of the Huntress. The young woman had barely spoken a word during the ride, only a soft apology every now and then mingled with the quiet sobs of a girl in eternal torment. What she must have endured at the hands of Jeremiah must have been brutal, for it had robbed her entirely of her pride and fearlessness. D didn’t say a word to her; he didn’t even try to console her. Instead, he’d carried the nerveless and half-naked girl to her room.
Now the gorgeous youth sat in a chair by the bed, watching the young woman sleep soundly. Her face was utterly serene, but he could see the lines of anger, fear and anguish etched into her skin. She lay upon her stomach, wincing slightly as the wind gently licked at the stinging wounds marring her flawless skin. Blood still trickled in tiny streams over her flesh, staining the linen beneath her body. Her right hand had been wrapped in gauze to stop the bleeding. In spite of the vitality she always exhibited, the beautiful Huntress now looked tired, pale and drawn. It was as though Jeremiah’s torment had sucked the life out of her, leaving her a hollow shell of her original self.
‘She’ll be out of it for a while,’ muttered D’s left hand. ‘I got to say, I never thought she’d break easily as that. ‘Especially when that old fart kissed her like that. I would have guessed she’d give him a good whack over the head. Not curl up like a scared baby.’
D didn’t reply to the symbiote. His gaze drifted across to the window, staring into the night. Any normal person would have a hard time stepping over the overturned furniture and shattered glass articles- remnants of the struggle the young woman had had with the council members. But the dhampir managed to do so without a single slide in his step. There had been blood spattered on some of the ruined furniture, and it seemed to explain the strange wounds on the girl’s back and thighs.
‘Seemed she didn’t go without a fight though,’ murmured the parasite. ‘What do you suppose they wanted with her?’
‘Information, most likely.’ D rested his hand upon the sill, scraping the bloody smear with his fingertips. He rubbed them together, feeling the moist texture of the drying liquid before coolly raised that same hand to his lips. No one would have been able to see the tongue flick out to taste the substance, nor seen the brilliant crimson glare flash in those cold eyes, for it was gone without a trace. It was as though the action never occurred.
‘It’s hers,’ muttered the Hunter. ‘I also detect traces of another person, most likely male, within the traces left behind.’
‘It could have been any one of those crazy bastards.’ The symbiote didn’t sound happy. ‘Things are going to get hairy now that Titus is wearing the pants of the government with the council playing bootlick.’
‘The question remains as to whom was the spy that infiltrated them. Whoever it was has the ability to go undetected.’ Was there a tone of admiration racing through the dhampir’s voice?
‘The fact that even you weren’t able to detect who it was means the vampire is a high-ranking servant of the Noble. Looks like you might have a hell of a fight on your hands, D. I’d keep on your toes this time around.’
No response was uttered as the gorgeous youth turned towards the sleeping woman, a soft groan escaped her and the lines etched into her face seemed to deepen. Her hand clutched at the sheets and whispers were slipping between those soft lips.
‘Please, Jeremiah, don’t…’ It seemed she was in the throes of some dark dream for she continued to clutch at the sheets and curl over to one side, as though she could shield herself from harm.
‘Please, I don’t want this…..I don’t want Ambrose……or you…..just please……end this….no more…’
Tears were slipping from her eyes, silver trails painted upon her face as she continued to whisper in anguish. It would seem something of her past had finally surfaced, something terrible and cruel.
‘Jeremiah, please! Let me go! I don’t want this! I’ll scream if you don’t!’ Her voice pitched to a shrill shriek, continuously flowing from her in a torrent of fear and anguish, but it quickly turned to fury. ‘I said stop you sick son of bitch! I’m not your fucking plaything! You’re no different than the fucking Nobility!’
She let out a strangled cry and thrashed more wildly. Her left arm scraped the sharp corners of the table beside the bed and rent a huge gash in her flesh, but the young woman didn’t seem to notice. The thick coppery scent of the blood spiced with her anger assailed D and a brilliant glare flashed in the darkness of the shack. He immediately fell upon the Huntress, pinning her arms down to prevent her thrashing. His fangs jutted from his jaw and a soft growl issued from deep within his throat. Melissa began to thrash harder, her anger not only heightening her susceptibility of injuring herself, but D’s lust for blood.
‘Get your hands off of me! No, don’t! Don’t do it! DHAMPIR!!’
D froze.
Her eyes suddenly flew open and stared at the Hunter that was on top of her. She saw that ghastly visage, his eyes glowing a deep crimson that seemed to only intensify the haunting countenance of the vampire he held deep inside. Even though she was staring at the stuff of nightmares, she didn’t seem the least bit afraid of him.
‘D, what the-?’
The dhampir leaped gracefully off the woman, standing at the side of the bed. His paraffin beauty was restored, his bloodlust shoved firmly into the deeper recesses of his mind.
‘You were having a nightmare,’ he stated. Melissa suddenly looked embarrassed and averted her gaze. Her eyes slid shut and she gripped her left arm. Anger coursed through her as her nails sank into the open wound, not caring for the searing pain at this point in time.
‘It was him…..all of it. Him and that sadistic son of his.’
‘Jeremiah?’
She nodded. ‘When I turned fourteen, I’d grown into what a lot of people would say dangerously attractive. Not a day went past when I wasn’t solicited by one man or another for explicit favours or asked for my hand in marriage. I didn’t want any of that. I just wanted to be a warrior. To prove that women can be as strong and as fierce as the men in the village. Perhaps then, we wouldn’t have that cursed edict upon us, chaining us to conform to their laws.’
She stared out the window.
‘Jeremiah seemed particularly keen on making me Ambrose’s wife. He always came up to me and showered me with favours he claimed came from his son. Flowers, candy, the works. It wasn’t until I confronted Ambrose about the gifts and he laughed in my face that I realised who was truly keen on me. If Ambrose were keen on marrying me, it would only be so he could torture me and force me to do whatever he wanted for amusement. All the girls in the village loved him and fawned over him. I, however, was sickened by his good looks and criminal charm.’
‘Immediately after Jeremiah’s wife died, he came to me for consolation. After I did just that, he tried to kiss me and fondle me. I pushed him off me and demanded the reason and then he proposed to me. He wanted me to replace the wife, that he’d been disappointed in all his life. I was disgusted by this and told him to leave me alone. He never did. But the final straw came when he found out I’d killed a vampire.’
‘ That was when that strange law was written?’
‘Exactly two days after I was incarcerated for my crimes. He visited me in the cells and told me I had two choices. Marry him and become his wife or suffer. I told him I’d rather die. He said I would die like the vampire I slaughtered. After that everything went black. I remember nothing else after that. It’s all a blur.’ She glanced at her bloodied hand and clenched her fist.
‘This is the price that was paid for spurning him. This is why I’ve been kept caged in spite of gaining what I desired all my life.’
‘The life of a Hunter is no kind of life.’
She glared at D. ‘What would you know? You’ve been a Hunter all your damn life! I lost everything I had! You were on your own from the damn beginning! What makes you think you know anything about the suffering I’m going through?!’
D remained silent. He simply rose to his feet and crossed over to the window. Pressing his hand against the glass, he stood like a young tree in a winter night, his eyes drifting over to the shadows of the forest. Melissa realised what she’d just said and lowered her eyes. She suddenly felt extremely guilty.
‘I’m sorry……..I shouldn’t have…….I’m so sorry.’
There was a tense silence. The only sound was the gentle evening breeze pushing its way through the shattered panes, its cold fingers searching for openings in the clothing of the shack residents.
‘Perhaps I don’t know what you’re going through,’ the Hunter said softly. ‘I have lived a long time and have seen your kind birth and die many times over. I can’t understand what it must be like for you to endure after losing all you held dear, but even so, no matter how much blood you spill, it can always be washed off. You can start anew. I, however, can not.’ His voice seemed to carry a melancholy tone, extremely faint though it was. Could it be this gorgeous youth mourned the loss of his own past? ‘I don’t get to choose the life you are entitled to. I will never have the opportunity of such luxury.’
The young Huntress couldn’t help but stare at the dhampir’s back. So, he knew pain as well. He knew loss and betrayal. He knew sadness and anger. He bled, he felt agony. But was this all he was destined to feel? Did he ever laugh, cry, smile or shout to the heavens? If this mysterious youth ever indulged such dalliances of emotion, it would never be told.
‘I’m sorry, D. I had no idea.’
‘You’ve no need to apologise. I am what I am, regardless of the blood in my veins. How you judge others is of no concern to me.’
‘…..Is it?’
D finally turned around to meet her gaze. The faintest of frowns etched into his brow.
Melissa raised her head so her eyes were fully locked onto his. ‘You say it’s of no concern to you, but you surely feel the burden of being abhorred for who you are. And the struggle with your vampire nature.’
D’s lips parted in surprise.
‘Don’t look so shocked. I remembered what you said to me that day, after….’ Her skin flushed vermilion and she cleared her throat. ‘You spoke of torment. The torment of fighting your blood and your lust. You speak as though we’re different to you and that may be true from a biological standpoint. But you bleed, you feel pain. You may not feel emotion as keenly as us, or perhaps you do but you hide it so well, but you still feel it. You’re no less human than the rest of us, Dhampir.’
The beautiful Hunter seemed to be frozen where he stood. No reaction seemed to flicker across his face or through his body. It appeared as though he’d become a mere statue of ice, displayed for all time in the gallery of winter’s craft. She sighed and turned away. Perhaps she’d been wrong to say such things to him. Perhaps she had crossed the line this time.
‘I’m sorry, D. It was not my place.’ She raised her head to meet the gorgeous youth’s gaze.
But D was gone.
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