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Rock The Cradle	By : xDhampirx Category: +S to Z > Vampire Hunter D Views: 2274 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Hunter D, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Rock The Cradle
- 2-Job Assignment
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The town of Garucha sat in the upper South Eastern sector of the Frontier, only one hundred and fifty miles from the Capital. The town was relatively quiet, more of a trading post for travelers; it had several inns and brothels to keep visitors thoroughly entertained. The main street was bustling with traffic; vendors of all sorts were calling out their wares.

Gypsy tradesmen beckoned curious citizens to peek inside their colorful wagons. Children heading home for supper screamed and laughed as they dodged adults, and rough housed in the dirty street. Women gossiped outside of a high end dress shop, lace fans waving furiously as they tore apart one of the other ladies in the town. Workers slowly sauntered in from the large weapons factory on the edge of town, their faces covered in oil and gun powder residue. On the Frontier, many towns had opened factories to keep their militias and guards well-armed against creatures of the night, Barbarois, and even the Nobility.

Most of the workers did not set off for home right away; they knew their wives and girlfriends would have dinner waiting for them no matter what time they snuck in the door. Most headed to the tavern for an after work drink, and a show. Brothels and show girls were common in this town. It was a way to escape the reality of the everyday grind, and just enjoy a good beer and a pretty face. The Rusty Weasel was the town’s only bar and Inn, people always came and went; there was never a dull moment.

The sun was just setting below the horizon, shadows began to come out and play as the last of the patrons bustled in past the swinging doors. Cries of laughter echoed out into the streets as a piano played, accompanied by a lively violin, this evening was just beginning.

The inn above the tavern was lit up like a casino, welcoming the wary, the lucky, and the hopeful. Dancing girls rushed through the halls half dressed, looking for their powder puffs and perfume, preparing for the night’s show. A few of them had cornered some of the wealthier looking gentlemen, flirting shamelessly in an attempt to get a better tip. Smoke and the smell of beer drifted throughout the entire establishment, from the sounds downstairs, tonight was going to be especially wild and reckless.

Though, in all this chaos, one corner of the inn remained dark and distant, standing out like a mock sanctuary from all the nonsense and intoxication. A large ‘do not disturb’ sign hung from the knocker on a large oak door, detouring the curious and the bothersome. Inside a pair of voices could be heard over the music and cheers, “If you ask me, Hunter, they won’t pay us enough. I say we let them sit for a while.” “..That’s not how it works.” The second voice was a deep baritone; deep enough to send shivers down even the sturdiest man’s spine. “Yeah, well,” The other voice was gruff and somewhat nasal sounding, the complete opposite of the one before it, “Ten million is pocket change! We’re talking three Nobles, and close to thirty victims. That’s at least forty million! Plus other compensation..” A sly cackle followed, “You know Hunter, a pretty girl for you, one for me..” The voice trailed off, lost in its own perverted thoughts as a thick silence descended. “Oh come on! I was just kidding! Sheesh, no need to give me the silent treatment, I was only making suggestions.”

A knock at the door echoed through the room, breaking the tension. “Can people not read or what!? Piss off gah! “The voiced was silenced harshly as the door opened slowly.
    From inside, a man peered out into the smoke filled hall, though he was no ordinary man. His flawless pale skin seemed to glow in the dim lighting, he was dressed in a black battle suit, and anyone could see he was built like a champion fighter. He was a mystic beauty in black. Dark eyes bore into the darkness and right into the small bell hop on the welcome mat.

Swallowing a gulp of air, the bell hop stared at the beautiful nightmare before him, goose flesh appearing on his arms. “Yes?” The Hunter’s voice brought him from his infatuated gawking, “Uhm, there’s a woman here to see you, sir. I told her you were not to be disturbed, but she insists, rather violently insists, that she sees you.” The taller man raised an eyebrow, “A woman? Hot damn! Send her on up!” The gruff voice was quickly muffled as the bell hop stood there rather confused. That voice did not fit this dark angel, and his lips never moved, perhaps he was one of those traveling ventriloquists. Eying the staring youth, the other nodded slowly, “Send her up.” Feeling weak in the knees, the worker nodded dumbly and scurried off.

“Well, this is unlike you Hunter,” The other voice teased as the door shut once more. “Inviting some strange woman up to your room, I think I’m rubbing off on you!” It chuckled loudly as the beauty took a seat in a well-worn chair by a dirty window. “He said she was violent too,” The voice continued in a rather amused tone, “Maybe she’ll come up here and rough us up some, eh? You know, tie you up and..” It paused briefly, “Nah.. You’re not perverted enough to be into that sort of thing..” “Perhaps it’s a job.” The Hunter cut in as he gazed out the filthy window with melancholy eyes, taking nothing the parasite said to heart. “Or perhaps you’re a horny old bastard looking for a good time! Either way, this should prove to be amusing.”
   A few moments passed before there was a quick knock on the door. “Show time!” The voice laughed before becoming quiet as the Hunter opened the door. His eyebrow rose as he peered down at his visitor.

She stood an intimidating five and a half feet tall, and was nowhere near ‘violent’ looking. Her body was covered from neck to toes by a black traveling cloak that threatened to swallow the small woman. The Hunter could not tell if she was armed or not, he assumed, like everyone else he encountered, that she was.

Long black locks were pulled back in a lazy ponytail; a few stray strands rimmed her face, making her look young and innocent, no older than seventeen or eighteen. As his eyes traveled, more or less sizing her up as a possible opponent, the Hunter noticed two major things, her eyes seemed to glow a light violet in the haze, giving her an unearthly gaze that could stop any man, be it Noble or human, in his tracks, and secondly, that she was a young Dhampir.

Her lashes fluttered quickly as she watched him look her over, “Are you the Vampire Hunter D?” Her voice brought his eyes to hers, it was soft, sensual, and was well trained, like that of a seasoned actress or singer. The Hunter simply nodded, not exactly sure of this predicament quite yet. “I’d like to speak to you about a job.” D’s eyebrow slowly rose again, what sort of job could she possibly need him for?

The Nobility rarely bothered female Dhampir, though in all respects, they were the best of both worlds, most of the elder Nobles felt them to be unworthy, or tainted good only for slaves or minions. Most Vampires wanted nothing to do with anything that even smelled like a Dhampir, but she seemed very well dressed, and presented herself in a rather Noble way.

Perhaps she had been taken in by some elderly, feeble Noble as a bedside nurse. D eyed her once more, his curiosity growing as another thought came to his mind; perhaps she had a Vampire lover, but that thought faded quickly as she spoke again. “May I come in?” She gestured towards the room behind him in one fluid motion, never breaking eye contact with the Hunter, but she wore an amused smirk, as if enjoying his confusion and curiosity. D bowed his head respectfully and took a step back, allowing her to pass by, “Thank you.” She quickly crossed the threshold, her oversized cloak trailing behind her. “I won’t keep you long, Hunter.”

As D shut the door behind them, he kept his eyes trained on the suspicious beauty as she made her way to the chair he was in just a few moments ago. A light chuckle made him stop for a brief second, “There’s no need to be on edge, Hunter. I mean you no harm.” Turning her head slightly, she gave him a coy smile, obviously amused by how uneasy he was.

It was obvious he was not used to dealing with women, especially Dhampir women, in such close quarters. “What business do you have with me?” Her lashes fluttered once more as D spoke, he was blunt and a bit harsh. “Are you always this straight forward?” She smiled once more, flashing a glimpse of her fangs before slipping the large traveling garment off slowly. “As I said,” She tossed the cloak on the chair nonchalantly; the inky fabric became a blob on the ratty piece of furniture. “I came to speak to you about a job.”

Turning back towards the other Dhampir her arms folded neatly right under her breasts. She shifted her weight to one leg, allowing her hip to pop slightly as she waited for his response. The Hunter eyed her cautiously; she was small framed, but built much like he was. Her body was proportioned well, despite her lacking height; female Dhampir usually topped out between 5’9’’ and 6’0’’. Her curves alone could challenge any dangerous mountain road on the Frontier.

As D had guessed, she was indeed armed, decently armed. At her right hip sat a crossbow, from what he could make of it, the weapon was CO2 powered, was able to fire multiple arrows, which were made from some sort of silver and titanium metal hybrid. On her left hip, a sword was housed in a beaten up sheath. It appeared to be nothing more than a broad sword, but had definitely seen its share of use.

To D, these were not just weapons of self-defense, but something that would be used on a daily basis by a hunter. Moving his eyes back up towards her face, D’s eyes paused on her mid-section, causing her eyebrow to rise up at the same time his did. A small bump was just starting to appear under her clothes, she was pregnant.
    “Am I that interesting to look at?” She smirked slightly as his eyes met hers once more. “You keep it up, and I’ll have to start charging you.” As she teased, D shook his head slightly, not sure what to make of all this. “What kind of job?” The smaller Dhampir sighed as she took a couple of steps away from the chair, “Oh, nothing too difficult. Kill some bastard Noble, you know, the usual for you.”

Her eyes shifted up to his as she continued, “As I’m sure you’ve already figured out, I’m pregnant.” Tension filled the air as anger flashed in those beautiful eyes for just a moment, then faded as her gaze dropped quickly to the floor, almost as if she was even ashamed to look at him.

“So,” D began slowly, “You want me to kill the father of this child?” The air remained uneasy as he waited for her response; he could feel her aura, though it was nowhere as menacing as his, D could feel the hatred swirling about the room. “I wouldn’t exactly call him the father.” Those violet eyes trailed back up to his face, “Yes, I want you to kill him.”

The Hunter eyed her harshly, her voice held no remorse and never faltered, she was dead set on this Noble being destroyed. “You are not a victim,” D began, “There are no bite marks on you that I can see. Therefore, how am I to know that a Noble did this to you?” A low cry came from his left hand, “Bad move, D! Bad move!” Yet another swirl of anger cycled through the room.

The Hunter kept his eyes on the woman, making sure she wasn’t about to attack. Her eyes glittered with anger as she stared at the older Dhampir, boring holes into him. Suddenly, the aura disappeared just as quickly as it had set in. She took a deep breath, her eyes closing for just a moment before fluttering open again.

She kept her gaze downwards, speaking slowly, more or less keeping herself from saying anything crazy. “I wouldn’t be here asking for your help if the father was a human, now would I?” A loud chuckle erupted from D’s left hand, “She’s got you there Hunter! Ack!” With one firm squeeze, the parasite was silenced once more.

The young woman sighed and gingerly sat back on the arm of the worn chair, quickly crossing her legs before her. “Perhaps I should begin at the beginning, that is, if you care to listen.” D could sense the hint of agitation in her voice, though she didn’t exactly hide it. Taking a graceful step back, the Hunter took a seat on the end of the bed, coils squeaking loudly in protest. “Go ahead,” He paused, removing his hat from his head.

Deep chestnut curls tumbled down, rimming his long angular face in the most perfect way. The Dhampir looked like a divine painting, features carved perfectly by Gods millennia ago, “I’m listening. ” Amee nodded, knowing that the Hunter was focused solely on her and the information she was about to provide. Taking a deep breath, the woman’s eyes lifted to meet the Hunters as she began her tale.
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