Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction ❯ Vampire Hunter D: Demons and Angels ❯ Demons and Angels: He's dying you know ( Chapter 3 )

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“Ruis, what's wrong old friend?” Lady Sara looked up from her book. The rattle of chains could be heard as she sat up on the sofa.

“My Lady, Jean Paul has been taken!” Ruis stood with his hat in hand. He was anxious. He had not been in the Chateau in many years and the feel of it did not sit right with him.

Lady Sara closed her eyes and said a quick prayer through gritted teeth. Her face was a mask of pain and her hands clenched at her sides. Tears made their way through her tightly closed eyes.

Ruis forgot his unease and went to his Lady. “My lady the Vampire Hunter went after him. It will be ok. I'm certain.”

The rage and pain inside Sara was building. The pain helped her keep control. It gave her the strength she needed to open her eyes and deal with the man at her feet. “D has left already?”

“Yes my Lady.” Ruis heard something in her voice. It sounded like worry. The vampire hunter was powerful. Ruis was confused. “He has gone to do the job he was summoned for.”

Lady Sara looked at Ruis and he knew something was wrong. There was worry in her eyes. “My Lady,” he asked tentatively, “is there something wrong?”

He'd gone already. He'd left to fight a vampire in the middle of the night. He would die and it was her fault. She knew there was more to the story. She knew what he would face in the dark places of that monastery. She had to do something.

The excitement of the moment was overcoming her pain. She was losing her grip. “Ruis, old friend,” her voice was honeyed tones of seduction.

There was no longer worry in his Lady's eyes. Something akin to hunger burned in their green depths. Her movements spoke to parts of him long since dead. His head told him to back away but his feet would not listen.

Suddenly her hand was on his shoulder, the chain still attached her to the wall but he was well with their reach. She squeezed his shoulder tightly and bent close to his ear. Her very touch awakened those long dead parts. His throat was dry but he was salivating like crazy.

“There is a key on top of the doorframe. Throw me the key and run for your life!” Sara pushed him towards the door. Those few words had cost her nearly all of her control. She had one mission now. She had to keep it together long enough to save D. She had brought him her but neglected to tell him the full story. She had thought if he went during the day he would easily be able to handle March and his minions. But at night, when they had the most power? He was doomed. He was her only hope. She could not let him die. She had to save him.

The honeyed toned absent from her voice had brought Ruis to his senses. He bolted for the door. He found the tiny silver key, threw it to his lady and ran as if his life depended on it.

A thought occurred to Sara. “Tell the villagers to stay indoors!” Seconds later she heard the front door slam.

Ten minutes later she was still standing there with the key in her hand. Perspiration beaded on her brow and ran down her face. A battle waged within her and Sara had to win.

Uriel and Raphael found her like that. Still staring at the key as if it were the most holy of objects but at the same time as if it had the power to destroy the world, she had not moved a muscle.

“Saraphynne,” Uriel walked up and took the key from her. Raphael held her hands as they removed the chains. “Saraphynne you must go after him. He cannot do this at night. I do not care who his father is. He is dying.”

Sara snapped out of it. “Thank you my friends. I will leave immediately.” She walked to door intent on leaving in her nightgown.

Raphael grabbed her arm. “Perhaps you should change into something more suitable. I fear a white nightgown will only incense March.”

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Precious minutes later she was clad in her form fitting black habit. Adopted from a priest's uniform from times past it allowed her movement and freed her arms from the restriction of sleeves. The slits in the sides allowed her to ride in the gown, as she was doing now. Her white horse moved with a determination that matched his rider. At her hip was the sword Uriel had carried in the beginning times. Ancient, it reverberated with power.

She had been to the monastery only once since the fire. When March had decided to make his home in the desecrated house of god she had gone with the intent of destroying him. It would not have been the first vampire she had rid the world of. Unfortunately Ramius March knew what to expect from her. He'd been waiting. He'd also had help.

She'd walked into the monastery unprepared to have her body join the fight against her. With sword in hand she'd gone to take March's head but instead had lost Solomon's ring and the control it allowed her to have over the demon within her. Lilith's whispers in her mind coupled with March's powers had broken what little resistance she could offer. She'd given him the ring and he'd allowed her to leave alive.

 It had taken all the strength she had to get on her horse and ride home. Once there she chained herself to the wall and summoned D. Lilith seethed inside her. Enraged that Sara still had the power to keep her in check, Lilith had resorted to relating to Sara the horrible things that March was doing to the children of her village.

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D stood sword raised high in a crowd of children. They were no longer children he told himself. They were something worse than vampires.

“Adorable aren't they, D?” The vampire had to be March. Not an ancient by any means, he acted like the sorcerer's apprentice. Having found the spell with which to slay the elder he would gloat about his genius. “My children, my creations that will overthrow both the humans and the vampires alike.”

“D! What are you doing?  Kill them! They'll die just like any other vampire!”

All around him innocent faces of children looked up at him. Pale beyond reason but with eyes bright and shining. It must be some sort of spell. He could not move against them. He knew they were deadly. He'd seen them devour one of their own only moments before. His sword was getting heavy, so heavy.

“Kill them! You have to do something!”

Strength welled within him. The strength that was always there waiting, biding it's time. The change was coming. Soon March would be dead and his abominations with him. The muscles in his face contracted as the familiar fangs grew into place.

He could feel the spell loosen with the change. He managed to get off a weak swing of his sword just as March gave the word to attack. Standing in the midst of far more than the twelve he was told about D was overwhelmed. Small razor sharp teeth broke his skin to sink deeply, and chunks of flesh were torn from the bone. Rage and pain welled within him like storm. He loosed it on the mob as a wall of force. It did little more than tousle their hair. For the first time in his long life D's strength could not save him.

D could just barely see March's smile of satisfaction. “You see hunter? Even the dark gifts from your father, the `o' so powerful vampire king, will not help you.” The laughing that followed grated on D's nerves.

“Fight D! We're dying here!”

D was losing blood fast. With so many of the abominations attacking and the spell still restricting his movement D could do little more than make weak attempts to parry. More often than not the parries were pushed aside easily. Above the mob of childlike creatures he watched March walk from the room, a smile on his face.

“We have to get out of here! Move D!”

“Can't, too weak.” D struggled against the biting and clawing of the Demonic Vampires. It was taking all his strength to stand and parry the few bites he could.

Around him pale faces of one time children were smeared with his blood. He looked to the sky. This was it. He would die at the hands of children. He had lived a long life, perhaps it was time. A thought in the back of his mind screamed no. He would not die here!

D used his waning strength to pull the disk he wore on a chain from inside his cloak. Holding it high he invoked the mighty light that was held inside. A few of the creatures were struck blind but for the most part they shrugged off the brilliant white light with a few blinks.

D took advantage of the little reprieve he had gained to move for the entrance. His inner strength could only do so much. D's strength gave out a few feet away. He had simply lost too much blood.

As his legs crumpled beneath him, D caught sight of something extraordinary. He'd have sworn she was angel if he believed in that sort of thing. Into monastery strode a woman with long golden hair. She wore a black dress. Wait… No it was a priest's cassock. Her eyes blazed with green fire and her movements spoke of power.

She raised her shining sword and killed six creatures with one blow. One creature thought to jump her from behind but she seemed to have eyes in the back of her head. She turned and caught it about the chest, the nails of her off hand biting deeply; she brought it over shoulder and sliced its head off with the sword. Her movements were fluid but brutal as she took one's arm and another's leg.

In a voice that crackled with authority she commanded the abominations, “Leave!” Those of the creatures that had not fled upon witnessing the carnage wrought by the shining sword immediately turned tail. That's last D saw of her.

Sara sheathed Uriel's sword and fell to her knees beside D. “No,” she sobbed as she turned him over. He was covered in bites and long jagged claw marks. “I did this.”

“That's right lady! It's all your fault. But this isn't the place to talk about it.”

The muffled words shook Sara from her tears. Pulling his arm around her neck she did her best to lift him. But the adreneline had passed and with it had gone her strength. Lilith would not help her save him and Sara could not force her so near March. She was testing the limits of her control as it was.

In the end she half dragged him out of the monastery. Hidden in the woods outside was her horse but she knew she'd never get him up there. She did manage to get him to the woods though.

Sara collapsed. Panting with the effort it had taken to get him this far and keep Lilith in check, she barely heard the voice that came from the hand by her ear.

“He's dying you know.”

Shocked Sara bolted upright. “What the? Who the?”

“Listen! We don't have time for this. You need to get him on that horse and I know how you're going to do it.”

The hand's words ringing true Sara put her shock aside. “I cannot lift him. I've rescued him only to let him die.”

“Stupid woman, he's half vampire! Give him a little blood and he'll get on the horse himself.”

Without another question Sara dropped once again to her knees. Lilith raged inside her head but Sara was in control now. After cutting her arm on the sword still gripped in D's hand she forced his mouth open. The drops fell on the pale lips and slid into his mouth. Nothing happened.

“You have to make him swallow.”

Sara felt stupid. Of course he had to swallow. She held his nose and massaged his throat. D swallowed. Suddenly his nostrils flared. On what must have been instinct his mouth found the cut on her arm and he began to drink. Each swallow brought more color into his cheeks. The wounds on his body stopped bleeding and began to heal.

After a few minutes his eyes fluttered open. But they were the white eyes of a vampire consumed with bloodlust. He moved faster than she could and in a second his teeth broke the skin of her throat.

"Oh yeah I forgot to warn you that might happen. Oh well, too late now."

Sara fought two battles now. Inside Lilith's rage gave the demoness strength and it took nearly all of Sara's concentration to stay in control. Outside she pushed at D and shouted his name but nothing broke through.

A drop of blood rolled down the side of Sara's neck and stained the white collar red. She was losing both fights and she knew it. What she didn't know is which one she would lose first. She prayed D would kill her before Lilith took complete control of her body. D really was innocent in all of this, half vampire or not.

Deep inside her someone was telling her to let it happen. Not just to give up but to give in to the intense feeling of sensual pleasure that was D's mouth on her neck. Pleasure rode on the back of pain as it radiated out from the bite. The world around her clouded and in the back of her mind the voice grew stronger. It urged her to let go of the pain and surrender herself to the blissful pleasure of the dark.

Shocked, Sara realized the voice wasn't Lilith's. It was her own. With the last of her strength she shouted his name. She used everything she had left and passed out without finding out if it worked.

D was coming back to his senses. The first thing he sensed was the blood. Smelled so often but never tasted it was warm in his mouth.

“D you're killing her! If that's your plan be my guest, but I just thought you should know.”,/p>

D stumbled to his feet dropping the woman who'd been in his arms. What had he done? Where was he? He remembered being surrounded and fighting the losing battle against March's abominations. Then an angel? No not an angel. Lady Sara. She'd come to his rescue? That couldn't be right.

“Uh I hate to bother you at this crucial moment, but I'm sure the screams will have alerted March and his minions. Perhaps we should be going? I personally would like to get the hell out of here!”

D picked up and sheathed his sword in one fluid movement. He put his fingers to his mouth and whistled a loud shrill note a moment before he picked the unconscious woman up off the ground. His horse broke through the trees and seconds later he was headed back to the Chateau. It would be daylight soon and he had no idea if she would be susceptible.