Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction ❯ God of Death ❯ Chapter 17: An Evil Plan ( Chapter 17 )
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By: Queenhellfire 
D decides to follow Ambrose for information, but what he gets is a fiendish plot he must prevent.
Anime/Manga: Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Occult / Adventure / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 02.19.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 122 | Status: Completed
D decides to follow Ambrose for information, but what he gets is a fiendish plot he must prevent.
Anime/Manga: Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Occult / Adventure / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 02.19.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 122 | Status: Completed
Chapter 17: An Evil Plan
In spite of the usual set of his beautiful features, the dhampir’s closely shuttered mind seemed to be reeling. What the woman had spoken of didn’t seem to register entirely with the gorgeous Hunter, and in spite of the truth that lay within it; he was finding it very difficult to understand.
What had urged her to make the dhampir come to such a revelation? Could it possibly be that he’d been so lost in his quest to destroy the undead, steeping his hands constantly in blood that he never realised that only part of him was vampiric? He couldn’t say, but the opinion the Huntress had voiced struck a deep chord within the gorgeous youth, though he remained as always an Adonis from the darkest reaches of the winter night.
‘You were quick to leave her company.’ The tiny face surfaced in D’s palm. ‘If I didn’t know better I’d say she rattled your nerves.’
D did not respond to the countenanced symbiote. Too many things were racing through his mind. He seemed to be wandering aimlessly down the single road leading to Verna, his first intention of discovering the resting place of the vampire council now completely dashed. For the woman to have such a profound effect on this youth, who was like clockwork crafted from ice, was such an astonishing occurrence that the eyes of all who saw him would have bugged out of their sockets. The eldritch aura that was firmly his seemed to have completely vanished, making the dhampir Hunter seem nothing more than some gorgeous passer-by. He melted into the shadows, smoothly avoiding a gaggle of girls walking to school. He didn’t wish to be the centre of their fantasies and admiration right now. He usually endured such things with a cool disposition, but at this point the Hunter, for some unknown reason, seemed as dangerous as a wet kitten.
That feeling swiftly vanished as he caught sight of that criminal smirk and set of sadistically gleaming eyes. Ambrose had returned from his foray into the catacombs. The Covenant youth glanced from left to right, apparently scanning the perimeter before quickly retreating into the safety of the household he shared with his father. Considering what the elder of the two was now, D would have little trouble cornering the young man. A blur of shadow and the dhampir had cleared the distance to the Covenant residence in less than three seconds. Seamlessly flowing into the shadows once more, the Hunter pressed his back against the sidewall, glancing through the window in the corner of his cold eyes.
Ambrose glanced around for any sign of his father before removing the coat that fit his svelte frame. The white dress shirt he wore beneath was torn in places, crimson stains blossoming upon the pristine fabric. Several puncture wounds and scratches patterned the youth’s flesh, but they were minor injuries compared to the series of long gashes running the length of torso, parallel to his spine.
‘Looks like the guy likes it rough,’ snickered D’s left hand. ‘Seems like there’s something amiss here though.’
Again, the Hunter didn’t respond to the parasite. Leaning in slightly, his eyes followed the youth to the far left side of the parlour. Ambrose glanced to the side and then pulled open a small drawer, pulling out a small silver revolver and a box of ammunition. The Covenant youth chuckled to himself and then slipped them into his coat pocket. A loud rapping sounded at the door. He crossed the room and laid his hand on the knob, turning it slightly. The door swung open to reveal a band of rugged young men, their faces set in the hardened visage of survival that was a common sight on the Frontier. They appeared to be rough customers, the kind that was not received too kindly by the gently bred folks of the higher society. They weren’t too welcome by the lower classes either for several paupers on their way to the village market muttered curses and cast them black looks as they passed. The band of men paid no mind to these passers-by, focused on the criminally handsome youth before them.
‘Is there something you wanted, Mister Ambrose?’ growled one of the men. He was a tall brute with a mop of dirty blond hair and beady brown eyes. His face was lined with the constant struggle for survival upon these harsh plains, making him seem much older than his early twenties. He was taller than the others by a mere foot but the air of authority that was imposed upon this young man was so overwhelming there was no doubt he was their leader. The village’s Youth Brigade, servants to Verna’s council.
‘I need you to do something for me.’ Ambrose dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. By the aged sepia paper and the way it was bent and torn at the corners, it appeared to be an old photograph. The contents of that picture seemed to resonate deeply with some ill will, for the men shifted on the spot and went a slight shade of crimson.
‘What about the bitch?’ snarled the lead male.
‘She knows something about the council that I would like to be kept quiet,’ the Covenant youth replied. ‘There will be a great reward for the one who can manage to keep her silent. I don’t care how you do it. Just make sure she doesn’t relay any knowledge of what she may have learned to the village, or the Vampire Hunter.’
‘What about that punk?’ piped up a second man, this one with a mat of greasy red curls.
‘Leave him to the council. He’s far too dangerous to toy around with.’
‘Pah! He’s a dhampir, ain’t he? We’ll just make him take a little bait.’
Ambrose looked dubious. ‘You would be able to take down a man such as he?’
‘Leave it to us!’ The leader tapped his puffed-out chest. ‘We’ll make sure they’re both in the cold, wet ground before the week’s out.’
‘….Very well, I’ll leave it up to you then. But if you fail, it won’t be only my wrath you’ll incur.’
The band of men laughed scornfully. ‘Yeah, yeah, we’ll keep it clean and quiet. Don’t you worry, Sir. We’re going to have some real good fun with those two.’
Ambrose nodded and shut the door in their faces before frowning. He shook his head and chuckled. ‘If they get killed, it will only incur the village’s wrath. Then the dhampir will be run out of town and the girl killed anyway. So it’s of no great loss.’ With those dark works, he laughed and climbed the staircase to his room, shutting the light off as he passed.
‘Now’s our chance,’ muttered the parasite. ‘Let’s give him a good waling so he’ll cough up the whereabouts of the council’s hidey hole.’
D didn’t respond to the symbiote. Instead, he slipped back into the shadows and began to follow the band of men out of the village.
‘Hey, hey! What do you think you’re doing?’ cried his left hand. ‘We could be wrapping this job up right about now.’
‘And leave the girl to her fate?’
‘What’s gotten into you, Dhampir? The honey’s just going to get in the way. You don’t honestly think she can take Titus down, do you?’
‘….’
‘Oh-hoh! I see how it is! You’re falling for the girl, aren’t you?’
‘What gave you that idea?’
‘Well, you would normally go and finish the others off before chasing after some girl, even if she is a total babe.’ The parasite chuckled. ‘Maybe she’ll give you a taste of her blood as a thank you. That’s what you want after all-‘
‘Shut up!’ The ghastly aura suddenly flooded from every inch of D and the hand fell silent. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, slowly calming himself. His fangs, which had emerged in that split second of rage, receded and the aura around him settled. He didn’t have time to be losing his cool. He needed to intercept those men before they reached the girl. Perhaps they knew something of the council’s resting place….or possibly threads of Ambrose’s plan.
With those thoughts in mind, D vanished from the village and into the black wood before him.
Chapter 17
In spite of the usual set of his beautiful features, the dhampir’s closely shuttered mind seemed to be reeling. What the woman had spoken of didn’t seem to register entirely with the gorgeous Hunter, and in spite of the truth that lay within it; he was finding it very difficult to understand.
What had urged her to make the dhampir come to such a revelation? Could it possibly be that he’d been so lost in his quest to destroy the undead, steeping his hands constantly in blood that he never realised that only part of him was vampiric? He couldn’t say, but the opinion the Huntress had voiced struck a deep chord within the gorgeous youth, though he remained as always an Adonis from the darkest reaches of the winter night.
‘You were quick to leave her company.’ The tiny face surfaced in D’s palm. ‘If I didn’t know better I’d say she rattled your nerves.’
D did not respond to the countenanced symbiote. Too many things were racing through his mind. He seemed to be wandering aimlessly down the single road leading to Verna, his first intention of discovering the resting place of the vampire council now completely dashed. For the woman to have such a profound effect on this youth, who was like clockwork crafted from ice, was such an astonishing occurrence that the eyes of all who saw him would have bugged out of their sockets. The eldritch aura that was firmly his seemed to have completely vanished, making the dhampir Hunter seem nothing more than some gorgeous passer-by. He melted into the shadows, smoothly avoiding a gaggle of girls walking to school. He didn’t wish to be the centre of their fantasies and admiration right now. He usually endured such things with a cool disposition, but at this point the Hunter, for some unknown reason, seemed as dangerous as a wet kitten.
That feeling swiftly vanished as he caught sight of that criminal smirk and set of sadistically gleaming eyes. Ambrose had returned from his foray into the catacombs. The Covenant youth glanced from left to right, apparently scanning the perimeter before quickly retreating into the safety of the household he shared with his father. Considering what the elder of the two was now, D would have little trouble cornering the young man. A blur of shadow and the dhampir had cleared the distance to the Covenant residence in less than three seconds. Seamlessly flowing into the shadows once more, the Hunter pressed his back against the sidewall, glancing through the window in the corner of his cold eyes.
Ambrose glanced around for any sign of his father before removing the coat that fit his svelte frame. The white dress shirt he wore beneath was torn in places, crimson stains blossoming upon the pristine fabric. Several puncture wounds and scratches patterned the youth’s flesh, but they were minor injuries compared to the series of long gashes running the length of torso, parallel to his spine.
‘Looks like the guy likes it rough,’ snickered D’s left hand. ‘Seems like there’s something amiss here though.’
Again, the Hunter didn’t respond to the parasite. Leaning in slightly, his eyes followed the youth to the far left side of the parlour. Ambrose glanced to the side and then pulled open a small drawer, pulling out a small silver revolver and a box of ammunition. The Covenant youth chuckled to himself and then slipped them into his coat pocket. A loud rapping sounded at the door. He crossed the room and laid his hand on the knob, turning it slightly. The door swung open to reveal a band of rugged young men, their faces set in the hardened visage of survival that was a common sight on the Frontier. They appeared to be rough customers, the kind that was not received too kindly by the gently bred folks of the higher society. They weren’t too welcome by the lower classes either for several paupers on their way to the village market muttered curses and cast them black looks as they passed. The band of men paid no mind to these passers-by, focused on the criminally handsome youth before them.
‘Is there something you wanted, Mister Ambrose?’ growled one of the men. He was a tall brute with a mop of dirty blond hair and beady brown eyes. His face was lined with the constant struggle for survival upon these harsh plains, making him seem much older than his early twenties. He was taller than the others by a mere foot but the air of authority that was imposed upon this young man was so overwhelming there was no doubt he was their leader. The village’s Youth Brigade, servants to Verna’s council.
‘I need you to do something for me.’ Ambrose dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. By the aged sepia paper and the way it was bent and torn at the corners, it appeared to be an old photograph. The contents of that picture seemed to resonate deeply with some ill will, for the men shifted on the spot and went a slight shade of crimson.
‘What about the bitch?’ snarled the lead male.
‘She knows something about the council that I would like to be kept quiet,’ the Covenant youth replied. ‘There will be a great reward for the one who can manage to keep her silent. I don’t care how you do it. Just make sure she doesn’t relay any knowledge of what she may have learned to the village, or the Vampire Hunter.’
‘What about that punk?’ piped up a second man, this one with a mat of greasy red curls.
‘Leave him to the council. He’s far too dangerous to toy around with.’
‘Pah! He’s a dhampir, ain’t he? We’ll just make him take a little bait.’
Ambrose looked dubious. ‘You would be able to take down a man such as he?’
‘Leave it to us!’ The leader tapped his puffed-out chest. ‘We’ll make sure they’re both in the cold, wet ground before the week’s out.’
‘….Very well, I’ll leave it up to you then. But if you fail, it won’t be only my wrath you’ll incur.’
The band of men laughed scornfully. ‘Yeah, yeah, we’ll keep it clean and quiet. Don’t you worry, Sir. We’re going to have some real good fun with those two.’
Ambrose nodded and shut the door in their faces before frowning. He shook his head and chuckled. ‘If they get killed, it will only incur the village’s wrath. Then the dhampir will be run out of town and the girl killed anyway. So it’s of no great loss.’ With those dark works, he laughed and climbed the staircase to his room, shutting the light off as he passed.
‘Now’s our chance,’ muttered the parasite. ‘Let’s give him a good waling so he’ll cough up the whereabouts of the council’s hidey hole.’
D didn’t respond to the symbiote. Instead, he slipped back into the shadows and began to follow the band of men out of the village.
‘Hey, hey! What do you think you’re doing?’ cried his left hand. ‘We could be wrapping this job up right about now.’
‘And leave the girl to her fate?’
‘What’s gotten into you, Dhampir? The honey’s just going to get in the way. You don’t honestly think she can take Titus down, do you?’
‘….’
‘Oh-hoh! I see how it is! You’re falling for the girl, aren’t you?’
‘What gave you that idea?’
‘Well, you would normally go and finish the others off before chasing after some girl, even if she is a total babe.’ The parasite chuckled. ‘Maybe she’ll give you a taste of her blood as a thank you. That’s what you want after all-‘
‘Shut up!’ The ghastly aura suddenly flooded from every inch of D and the hand fell silent. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, slowly calming himself. His fangs, which had emerged in that split second of rage, receded and the aura around him settled. He didn’t have time to be losing his cool. He needed to intercept those men before they reached the girl. Perhaps they knew something of the council’s resting place….or possibly threads of Ambrose’s plan.
With those thoughts in mind, D vanished from the village and into the black wood before him.
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In spite of the usual set of his beautiful features, the dhampir’s closely shuttered mind seemed to be reeling. What the woman had spoken of didn’t seem to register entirely with the gorgeous Hunter, and in spite of the truth that lay within it; he was finding it very difficult to understand.
What had urged her to make the dhampir come to such a revelation? Could it possibly be that he’d been so lost in his quest to destroy the undead, steeping his hands constantly in blood that he never realised that only part of him was vampiric? He couldn’t say, but the opinion the Huntress had voiced struck a deep chord within the gorgeous youth, though he remained as always an Adonis from the darkest reaches of the winter night.
‘You were quick to leave her company.’ The tiny face surfaced in D’s palm. ‘If I didn’t know better I’d say she rattled your nerves.’
D did not respond to the countenanced symbiote. Too many things were racing through his mind. He seemed to be wandering aimlessly down the single road leading to Verna, his first intention of discovering the resting place of the vampire council now completely dashed. For the woman to have such a profound effect on this youth, who was like clockwork crafted from ice, was such an astonishing occurrence that the eyes of all who saw him would have bugged out of their sockets. The eldritch aura that was firmly his seemed to have completely vanished, making the dhampir Hunter seem nothing more than some gorgeous passer-by. He melted into the shadows, smoothly avoiding a gaggle of girls walking to school. He didn’t wish to be the centre of their fantasies and admiration right now. He usually endured such things with a cool disposition, but at this point the Hunter, for some unknown reason, seemed as dangerous as a wet kitten.
That feeling swiftly vanished as he caught sight of that criminal smirk and set of sadistically gleaming eyes. Ambrose had returned from his foray into the catacombs. The Covenant youth glanced from left to right, apparently scanning the perimeter before quickly retreating into the safety of the household he shared with his father. Considering what the elder of the two was now, D would have little trouble cornering the young man. A blur of shadow and the dhampir had cleared the distance to the Covenant residence in less than three seconds. Seamlessly flowing into the shadows once more, the Hunter pressed his back against the sidewall, glancing through the window in the corner of his cold eyes.
Ambrose glanced around for any sign of his father before removing the coat that fit his svelte frame. The white dress shirt he wore beneath was torn in places, crimson stains blossoming upon the pristine fabric. Several puncture wounds and scratches patterned the youth’s flesh, but they were minor injuries compared to the series of long gashes running the length of torso, parallel to his spine.
‘Looks like the guy likes it rough,’ snickered D’s left hand. ‘Seems like there’s something amiss here though.’
Again, the Hunter didn’t respond to the parasite. Leaning in slightly, his eyes followed the youth to the far left side of the parlour. Ambrose glanced to the side and then pulled open a small drawer, pulling out a small silver revolver and a box of ammunition. The Covenant youth chuckled to himself and then slipped them into his coat pocket. A loud rapping sounded at the door. He crossed the room and laid his hand on the knob, turning it slightly. The door swung open to reveal a band of rugged young men, their faces set in the hardened visage of survival that was a common sight on the Frontier. They appeared to be rough customers, the kind that was not received too kindly by the gently bred folks of the higher society. They weren’t too welcome by the lower classes either for several paupers on their way to the village market muttered curses and cast them black looks as they passed. The band of men paid no mind to these passers-by, focused on the criminally handsome youth before them.
‘Is there something you wanted, Mister Ambrose?’ growled one of the men. He was a tall brute with a mop of dirty blond hair and beady brown eyes. His face was lined with the constant struggle for survival upon these harsh plains, making him seem much older than his early twenties. He was taller than the others by a mere foot but the air of authority that was imposed upon this young man was so overwhelming there was no doubt he was their leader. The village’s Youth Brigade, servants to Verna’s council.
‘I need you to do something for me.’ Ambrose dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. By the aged sepia paper and the way it was bent and torn at the corners, it appeared to be an old photograph. The contents of that picture seemed to resonate deeply with some ill will, for the men shifted on the spot and went a slight shade of crimson.
‘What about the bitch?’ snarled the lead male.
‘She knows something about the council that I would like to be kept quiet,’ the Covenant youth replied. ‘There will be a great reward for the one who can manage to keep her silent. I don’t care how you do it. Just make sure she doesn’t relay any knowledge of what she may have learned to the village, or the Vampire Hunter.’
‘What about that punk?’ piped up a second man, this one with a mat of greasy red curls.
‘Leave him to the council. He’s far too dangerous to toy around with.’
‘Pah! He’s a dhampir, ain’t he? We’ll just make him take a little bait.’
Ambrose looked dubious. ‘You would be able to take down a man such as he?’
‘Leave it to us!’ The leader tapped his puffed-out chest. ‘We’ll make sure they’re both in the cold, wet ground before the week’s out.’
‘….Very well, I’ll leave it up to you then. But if you fail, it won’t be only my wrath you’ll incur.’
The band of men laughed scornfully. ‘Yeah, yeah, we’ll keep it clean and quiet. Don’t you worry, Sir. We’re going to have some real good fun with those two.’
Ambrose nodded and shut the door in their faces before frowning. He shook his head and chuckled. ‘If they get killed, it will only incur the village’s wrath. Then the dhampir will be run out of town and the girl killed anyway. So it’s of no great loss.’ With those dark works, he laughed and climbed the staircase to his room, shutting the light off as he passed.
‘Now’s our chance,’ muttered the parasite. ‘Let’s give him a good waling so he’ll cough up the whereabouts of the council’s hidey hole.’
D didn’t respond to the symbiote. Instead, he slipped back into the shadows and began to follow the band of men out of the village.
‘Hey, hey! What do you think you’re doing?’ cried his left hand. ‘We could be wrapping this job up right about now.’
‘And leave the girl to her fate?’
‘What’s gotten into you, Dhampir? The honey’s just going to get in the way. You don’t honestly think she can take Titus down, do you?’
‘….’
‘Oh-hoh! I see how it is! You’re falling for the girl, aren’t you?’
‘What gave you that idea?’
‘Well, you would normally go and finish the others off before chasing after some girl, even if she is a total babe.’ The parasite chuckled. ‘Maybe she’ll give you a taste of her blood as a thank you. That’s what you want after all-‘
‘Shut up!’ The ghastly aura suddenly flooded from every inch of D and the hand fell silent. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, slowly calming himself. His fangs, which had emerged in that split second of rage, receded and the aura around him settled. He didn’t have time to be losing his cool. He needed to intercept those men before they reached the girl. Perhaps they knew something of the council’s resting place….or possibly threads of Ambrose’s plan.
With those thoughts in mind, D vanished from the village and into the black wood before him.
Chapter 17
In spite of the usual set of his beautiful features, the dhampir’s closely shuttered mind seemed to be reeling. What the woman had spoken of didn’t seem to register entirely with the gorgeous Hunter, and in spite of the truth that lay within it; he was finding it very difficult to understand.
What had urged her to make the dhampir come to such a revelation? Could it possibly be that he’d been so lost in his quest to destroy the undead, steeping his hands constantly in blood that he never realised that only part of him was vampiric? He couldn’t say, but the opinion the Huntress had voiced struck a deep chord within the gorgeous youth, though he remained as always an Adonis from the darkest reaches of the winter night.
‘You were quick to leave her company.’ The tiny face surfaced in D’s palm. ‘If I didn’t know better I’d say she rattled your nerves.’
D did not respond to the countenanced symbiote. Too many things were racing through his mind. He seemed to be wandering aimlessly down the single road leading to Verna, his first intention of discovering the resting place of the vampire council now completely dashed. For the woman to have such a profound effect on this youth, who was like clockwork crafted from ice, was such an astonishing occurrence that the eyes of all who saw him would have bugged out of their sockets. The eldritch aura that was firmly his seemed to have completely vanished, making the dhampir Hunter seem nothing more than some gorgeous passer-by. He melted into the shadows, smoothly avoiding a gaggle of girls walking to school. He didn’t wish to be the centre of their fantasies and admiration right now. He usually endured such things with a cool disposition, but at this point the Hunter, for some unknown reason, seemed as dangerous as a wet kitten.
That feeling swiftly vanished as he caught sight of that criminal smirk and set of sadistically gleaming eyes. Ambrose had returned from his foray into the catacombs. The Covenant youth glanced from left to right, apparently scanning the perimeter before quickly retreating into the safety of the household he shared with his father. Considering what the elder of the two was now, D would have little trouble cornering the young man. A blur of shadow and the dhampir had cleared the distance to the Covenant residence in less than three seconds. Seamlessly flowing into the shadows once more, the Hunter pressed his back against the sidewall, glancing through the window in the corner of his cold eyes.
Ambrose glanced around for any sign of his father before removing the coat that fit his svelte frame. The white dress shirt he wore beneath was torn in places, crimson stains blossoming upon the pristine fabric. Several puncture wounds and scratches patterned the youth’s flesh, but they were minor injuries compared to the series of long gashes running the length of torso, parallel to his spine.
‘Looks like the guy likes it rough,’ snickered D’s left hand. ‘Seems like there’s something amiss here though.’
Again, the Hunter didn’t respond to the parasite. Leaning in slightly, his eyes followed the youth to the far left side of the parlour. Ambrose glanced to the side and then pulled open a small drawer, pulling out a small silver revolver and a box of ammunition. The Covenant youth chuckled to himself and then slipped them into his coat pocket. A loud rapping sounded at the door. He crossed the room and laid his hand on the knob, turning it slightly. The door swung open to reveal a band of rugged young men, their faces set in the hardened visage of survival that was a common sight on the Frontier. They appeared to be rough customers, the kind that was not received too kindly by the gently bred folks of the higher society. They weren’t too welcome by the lower classes either for several paupers on their way to the village market muttered curses and cast them black looks as they passed. The band of men paid no mind to these passers-by, focused on the criminally handsome youth before them.
‘Is there something you wanted, Mister Ambrose?’ growled one of the men. He was a tall brute with a mop of dirty blond hair and beady brown eyes. His face was lined with the constant struggle for survival upon these harsh plains, making him seem much older than his early twenties. He was taller than the others by a mere foot but the air of authority that was imposed upon this young man was so overwhelming there was no doubt he was their leader. The village’s Youth Brigade, servants to Verna’s council.
‘I need you to do something for me.’ Ambrose dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. By the aged sepia paper and the way it was bent and torn at the corners, it appeared to be an old photograph. The contents of that picture seemed to resonate deeply with some ill will, for the men shifted on the spot and went a slight shade of crimson.
‘What about the bitch?’ snarled the lead male.
‘She knows something about the council that I would like to be kept quiet,’ the Covenant youth replied. ‘There will be a great reward for the one who can manage to keep her silent. I don’t care how you do it. Just make sure she doesn’t relay any knowledge of what she may have learned to the village, or the Vampire Hunter.’
‘What about that punk?’ piped up a second man, this one with a mat of greasy red curls.
‘Leave him to the council. He’s far too dangerous to toy around with.’
‘Pah! He’s a dhampir, ain’t he? We’ll just make him take a little bait.’
Ambrose looked dubious. ‘You would be able to take down a man such as he?’
‘Leave it to us!’ The leader tapped his puffed-out chest. ‘We’ll make sure they’re both in the cold, wet ground before the week’s out.’
‘….Very well, I’ll leave it up to you then. But if you fail, it won’t be only my wrath you’ll incur.’
The band of men laughed scornfully. ‘Yeah, yeah, we’ll keep it clean and quiet. Don’t you worry, Sir. We’re going to have some real good fun with those two.’
Ambrose nodded and shut the door in their faces before frowning. He shook his head and chuckled. ‘If they get killed, it will only incur the village’s wrath. Then the dhampir will be run out of town and the girl killed anyway. So it’s of no great loss.’ With those dark works, he laughed and climbed the staircase to his room, shutting the light off as he passed.
‘Now’s our chance,’ muttered the parasite. ‘Let’s give him a good waling so he’ll cough up the whereabouts of the council’s hidey hole.’
D didn’t respond to the symbiote. Instead, he slipped back into the shadows and began to follow the band of men out of the village.
‘Hey, hey! What do you think you’re doing?’ cried his left hand. ‘We could be wrapping this job up right about now.’
‘And leave the girl to her fate?’
‘What’s gotten into you, Dhampir? The honey’s just going to get in the way. You don’t honestly think she can take Titus down, do you?’
‘….’
‘Oh-hoh! I see how it is! You’re falling for the girl, aren’t you?’
‘What gave you that idea?’
‘Well, you would normally go and finish the others off before chasing after some girl, even if she is a total babe.’ The parasite chuckled. ‘Maybe she’ll give you a taste of her blood as a thank you. That’s what you want after all-‘
‘Shut up!’ The ghastly aura suddenly flooded from every inch of D and the hand fell silent. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, slowly calming himself. His fangs, which had emerged in that split second of rage, receded and the aura around him settled. He didn’t have time to be losing his cool. He needed to intercept those men before they reached the girl. Perhaps they knew something of the council’s resting place….or possibly threads of Ambrose’s plan.
With those thoughts in mind, D vanished from the village and into the black wood before him.
Converting /tmp/phprrD6G2 to /dev/stdout