The Man Who Would Be D
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,596
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1
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I do not own Vampire Hunter D, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Onward Journey
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters related to the VHD movie. Kale however is mine. If you wish to use her as a character in one of your stories, please contact me for permission. Also, Edward, the young red haired Dhampire, D’s little brother, is owned by Cassa Dellinger, and makes his story known in her tale, Coming home. Soon to be located at Fanfiction.net. This story takes place at Dracula’s new home, the late spring, early summer after that story. It was co-written also by yours truly, me.
Authors Notes: I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to the VHD chronology buffs out there. It was recently brought to my attention that the events of the VHD first movie, and the VHD Bloodlust movie occurred during the 12,090 period. As you know my story Feathers On The Wind takes place about 10 to 11 years after the first movie. Thus D had already had his new suit that everyone saw him wearing in Bloodlust, before he met Kale.
I apologize for the events described in my last story Christmas With Dracula. In it I described D receiving the new outfit from his father as a present. The story was meant as a family tale, and I hope that those out there who are scratching their heads about the time line will forgive me.
According to my figures, the events of Christmas With Dracula occurred at the end of 12,103. I apologize for scrambling your brains and hope that you will forgive me. I will endeavor to not let it happen again. Though it is too late to change the story, I hope you liked reading it all the same.
This story also takes place after a story by my internet friend Casa. Known on Fanfiction.net as silverphoenix24. though her story is not yet cmplete (nor posted anywhere), and believe me i\'ve been trying to get her to continue, i felt that her character, Edward, shouldn\'t be forgotten too soon. he added an interesting dynamic to the Dracul family. wouldn\'t you agree? if you would like more information about Edward, and his beginings, let me know, and i\'ll get Casa\'s permission to email you what was written in the story so far.
NOTE: This is a work of fan fiction. So please read on and enjoy.
WARNING: The following work of fiction contains explicit sex and sexual references that may be uncomfortable for some. If you are under 18 (or whatever age is appropriate for your location), HIT YOUR BROWSER BACK BUTTON NOW. If you find explicit sex offensive, please don’t offend yourself by reading further.
Author: Charlotte (AKA jemstone5)
Email: duckey@ns.sympatico.ca
Feedback: Please, yes, lots
Forward to others: would be flattered if yid. id.
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Chapter 1 Onward Journey
“Are you certain you won’t stay longer?” asked Dracula, giving Kale one last fatherly hug.
“We can’t,” she sighed. “Thank you for everything.”
“The pleasure was mine, my dear,” he said, letting her go, quietly slipping a large bundle of money into her saddlebag without her noticing. “Take care of my son. D, I have something for you as well. Here…” D took a large pill bottle from his father’s outstretched hand. “I call them blood pills. Mix one into a cup of water and it will look and taste like blood. Though use them sparingly. Only in great emergency if you must. They don’t take the need for blood away, but perhaps they can help, should you require blood and none is available.”
“Thank you father,” he tucked the bottle into his saddlebag and watched as Kale propelled herself onto her horse. He loved to watch her do that, her strong shapely legs lifting her near effortlessly, and watching her well proportioned buttocks settle into the saddle before her cloak hid her features.
“D? Anything wrong?” asked his little brother, looking up to him from a face framed with deep red hair. D couldn\'t imagine someone having red hair, almost black, like Edward\'s, but stranger things have happened in his lifetime. Something like this is only a minor occurrence.
“Hum? Fine, nothing. Kale?”
“I’m ready husband,” she called back. He loved hearing her say that. “Lead the way.”
“Till another Christmas my son. Take care of that girl. I want to see her again soon!” He watched as his two children raced each other down the road, and out of sight.
“Will they be alright father?” Edward asked.
“Yes. I’ll sense D for many years yet. Come. We’ve much to discuss.”
Several Days had past, and D and Kale were huddled around a cooking fire, with night falling softly above them. She handed D a piece of the rabbit meat she’d prepared, enjoying the gentle touch of his fingers over hers. For a moment she forgot what she was holding, till he leaned forward and slowly pulled the meat past his lips, tenderly licking and sucking the juices from her fingers. “You are very playful tonight,” she whispered, as he quickly swallowed his small meal and worked his way up her arm, till his lips brusher ner neck.
Before he could begin another assault, they were interrupted by a woman’s scream, and the raised voices of others. “Great,” he muttered, as Kale at once dashed off. Her crossbow was formed, a new silver arrow lay in the cradle, one of dozens purchased in the small township his father now occupied. As she passed her horse, she grabbed her longbow, and a couple of its arrows, and with D finally at her side, they crested the top of the hill to the valley below, lit by the light of the full moon.
“Don’t they ever learn?” she asked, pulling back the string on the long bow.
“Wolves never learn,” whispered a low voice to D.
“Wait,” he said, holding the arrow to the bow. “It isn’t going to kill.”
“How can you tell?”
“Because, it’s watching us, at the same time......Max, Nightmare!” As the two rode down to the would-be slaughter, the werewolf left the travelers and headed awkwardly their way.
“I thought a hunter was near,” it graveled out, threw snarls and growls. “I’ve a favor to ask.”
“Really?” Kale asked aiming her small crossbow at it.
The wolf rose painfully off its front legs to expose its barreled chest. “Kill me.”
The two were shocked. Never in his hunting years, had D heard a wolf ask to be killed, he always had to fight the damn things. Kale lowered her bow and got off her horse. “Kale? What are you doing!?”
She just walked up, just inches from its nose. The hide was pattered with scars, both slashes and punctures, and its eyes. She knew that look. Had seen it a few times. Tired, pain filled, brown eyes stared back at her, tearing, but unable to cry. The breathing was raspy and racked with suppressed coughs and whimpers. The wolf was dying, slowly and painfully, and worse yet. He knew it.
“What happened?” she asked sadly.
“Are you going to kill me, or do I kill you and find someone who wi
D at once drew his sword, but Kale put up her hand to keep him back. “You won’t kill me. You can’t. You’re dying. I’ve seen that look in so many of my pets, telling me it was their time to go. But you…” she carefully put her hand between the beast’s ears as it lay down on the ground. “…Your healing abilities should cure you. What happened?”
The wolf sighed beneath her touch. He found comfort there. Even from a hunter’s hand. “What’s the use,” he grumbled. “You can’t do anything. You’re just wolf hunters.”
‘No. Not exactly. He hunts Vampires…me, I just go with him.”
“Humf, maybe you can’t do this then, but still, kill me, please.”
“Only when you tell me what happened.”
The wolf huffed and slowly lumbered away. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me. Your master obviously doesn’t care.” The wolf turned back, trying to be menacing, but only managed painful howls and coughing, as spasms ripped threw it’s body from his abrupt turning on his hind legs. Finally the creature collapsed, unable to hold its weight on its aching limbs. It looked to them with those pain filled brown eyes. “It’s your master that did this to you, isn’t it?” she asked, cradling thastsasts head in her lap. D watched carefully from only two steps away.
“He’s my master.”
“Then why not ask him to take your life? You’ve served him faithfully, I understand that. It’s the least he could do after using you like this.”
“I did ask, but he just left me. Please…this hurts…I’ve tried to end it…but no one knows how. You do…I see your arrows…please…”
“I will. You tell me why, and you have my word. I’ll even try to make it painless.”
The wolf sighed. “Very well. My master found a scientist, versed in healing and genetics. My maser took away *caugh caugh caugh* values, and told the scientist to get him free of the dark. Used me to make it possible. Many drugs were given, many poisons, much was taken from me. Now I am useless to my master in any way. When I asked him to kill me, he laughed. I tried to keep up when he left this area, but the pain is far too great. So I started going after people, hoping they’dl mel me, only they just wounded me, not knowing the proper way.”
“Which way did your master go?” demanded D.
“West of here. Though I can’t tell you what he looks like. He uses his powers to mask himself, even from us. Please. Keep your word. Don’t worry about pain. It will all end just the same.”
“I will. D can you…?” at first he didn’t move, thinking the creature deserved the death to come, with all its agony. But then he nodded, seeing the beast’s right hind foot contort in spasms, snapping bones as it went. He knelt down next to her, pressing nimble knowing fingers to nerves in tolf’olf’s neck.
Then he nodded to Kale, who quickly drove an arrow into its chest. Quietly the beast died, as she’d promised, it felt no pain.
“We go,” D announced, as they watched the wolf’s body burn. “If that vampire succeeds in becoming free of the dark, a whole new race of vampires will be brought forth.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters related to the VHD movie. Kale however is mine. If you wish to use her as a character in one of your stories, please contact me for permission. Also, Edward, the young red haired Dhampire, D’s little brother, is owned by Cassa Dellinger, and makes his story known in her tale, Coming home. Soon to be located at Fanfiction.net. This story takes place at Dracula’s new home, the late spring, early summer after that story. It was co-written also by yours truly, me.
Authors Notes: I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to the VHD chronology buffs out there. It was recently brought to my attention that the events of the VHD first movie, and the VHD Bloodlust movie occurred during the 12,090 period. As you know my story Feathers On The Wind takes place about 10 to 11 years after the first movie. Thus D had already had his new suit that everyone saw him wearing in Bloodlust, before he met Kale.
I apologize for the events described in my last story Christmas With Dracula. In it I described D receiving the new outfit from his father as a present. The story was meant as a family tale, and I hope that those out there who are scratching their heads about the time line will forgive me.
According to my figures, the events of Christmas With Dracula occurred at the end of 12,103. I apologize for scrambling your brains and hope that you will forgive me. I will endeavor to not let it happen again. Though it is too late to change the story, I hope you liked reading it all the same.
This story also takes place after a story by my internet friend Casa. Known on Fanfiction.net as silverphoenix24. though her story is not yet cmplete (nor posted anywhere), and believe me i\'ve been trying to get her to continue, i felt that her character, Edward, shouldn\'t be forgotten too soon. he added an interesting dynamic to the Dracul family. wouldn\'t you agree? if you would like more information about Edward, and his beginings, let me know, and i\'ll get Casa\'s permission to email you what was written in the story so far.
NOTE: This is a work of fan fiction. So please read on and enjoy.
WARNING: The following work of fiction contains explicit sex and sexual references that may be uncomfortable for some. If you are under 18 (or whatever age is appropriate for your location), HIT YOUR BROWSER BACK BUTTON NOW. If you find explicit sex offensive, please don’t offend yourself by reading further.
Author: Charlotte (AKA jemstone5)
Email: duckey@ns.sympatico.ca
Feedback: Please, yes, lots
Forward to others: would be flattered if yid. id.
=======================================================
Chapter 1 Onward Journey
“Are you certain you won’t stay longer?” asked Dracula, giving Kale one last fatherly hug.
“We can’t,” she sighed. “Thank you for everything.”
“The pleasure was mine, my dear,” he said, letting her go, quietly slipping a large bundle of money into her saddlebag without her noticing. “Take care of my son. D, I have something for you as well. Here…” D took a large pill bottle from his father’s outstretched hand. “I call them blood pills. Mix one into a cup of water and it will look and taste like blood. Though use them sparingly. Only in great emergency if you must. They don’t take the need for blood away, but perhaps they can help, should you require blood and none is available.”
“Thank you father,” he tucked the bottle into his saddlebag and watched as Kale propelled herself onto her horse. He loved to watch her do that, her strong shapely legs lifting her near effortlessly, and watching her well proportioned buttocks settle into the saddle before her cloak hid her features.
“D? Anything wrong?” asked his little brother, looking up to him from a face framed with deep red hair. D couldn\'t imagine someone having red hair, almost black, like Edward\'s, but stranger things have happened in his lifetime. Something like this is only a minor occurrence.
“Hum? Fine, nothing. Kale?”
“I’m ready husband,” she called back. He loved hearing her say that. “Lead the way.”
“Till another Christmas my son. Take care of that girl. I want to see her again soon!” He watched as his two children raced each other down the road, and out of sight.
“Will they be alright father?” Edward asked.
“Yes. I’ll sense D for many years yet. Come. We’ve much to discuss.”
Several Days had past, and D and Kale were huddled around a cooking fire, with night falling softly above them. She handed D a piece of the rabbit meat she’d prepared, enjoying the gentle touch of his fingers over hers. For a moment she forgot what she was holding, till he leaned forward and slowly pulled the meat past his lips, tenderly licking and sucking the juices from her fingers. “You are very playful tonight,” she whispered, as he quickly swallowed his small meal and worked his way up her arm, till his lips brusher ner neck.
Before he could begin another assault, they were interrupted by a woman’s scream, and the raised voices of others. “Great,” he muttered, as Kale at once dashed off. Her crossbow was formed, a new silver arrow lay in the cradle, one of dozens purchased in the small township his father now occupied. As she passed her horse, she grabbed her longbow, and a couple of its arrows, and with D finally at her side, they crested the top of the hill to the valley below, lit by the light of the full moon.
“Don’t they ever learn?” she asked, pulling back the string on the long bow.
“Wolves never learn,” whispered a low voice to D.
“Wait,” he said, holding the arrow to the bow. “It isn’t going to kill.”
“How can you tell?”
“Because, it’s watching us, at the same time......Max, Nightmare!” As the two rode down to the would-be slaughter, the werewolf left the travelers and headed awkwardly their way.
“I thought a hunter was near,” it graveled out, threw snarls and growls. “I’ve a favor to ask.”
“Really?” Kale asked aiming her small crossbow at it.
The wolf rose painfully off its front legs to expose its barreled chest. “Kill me.”
The two were shocked. Never in his hunting years, had D heard a wolf ask to be killed, he always had to fight the damn things. Kale lowered her bow and got off her horse. “Kale? What are you doing!?”
She just walked up, just inches from its nose. The hide was pattered with scars, both slashes and punctures, and its eyes. She knew that look. Had seen it a few times. Tired, pain filled, brown eyes stared back at her, tearing, but unable to cry. The breathing was raspy and racked with suppressed coughs and whimpers. The wolf was dying, slowly and painfully, and worse yet. He knew it.
“What happened?” she asked sadly.
“Are you going to kill me, or do I kill you and find someone who wi
D at once drew his sword, but Kale put up her hand to keep him back. “You won’t kill me. You can’t. You’re dying. I’ve seen that look in so many of my pets, telling me it was their time to go. But you…” she carefully put her hand between the beast’s ears as it lay down on the ground. “…Your healing abilities should cure you. What happened?”
The wolf sighed beneath her touch. He found comfort there. Even from a hunter’s hand. “What’s the use,” he grumbled. “You can’t do anything. You’re just wolf hunters.”
‘No. Not exactly. He hunts Vampires…me, I just go with him.”
“Humf, maybe you can’t do this then, but still, kill me, please.”
“Only when you tell me what happened.”
The wolf huffed and slowly lumbered away. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me. Your master obviously doesn’t care.” The wolf turned back, trying to be menacing, but only managed painful howls and coughing, as spasms ripped threw it’s body from his abrupt turning on his hind legs. Finally the creature collapsed, unable to hold its weight on its aching limbs. It looked to them with those pain filled brown eyes. “It’s your master that did this to you, isn’t it?” she asked, cradling thastsasts head in her lap. D watched carefully from only two steps away.
“He’s my master.”
“Then why not ask him to take your life? You’ve served him faithfully, I understand that. It’s the least he could do after using you like this.”
“I did ask, but he just left me. Please…this hurts…I’ve tried to end it…but no one knows how. You do…I see your arrows…please…”
“I will. You tell me why, and you have my word. I’ll even try to make it painless.”
The wolf sighed. “Very well. My master found a scientist, versed in healing and genetics. My maser took away *caugh caugh caugh* values, and told the scientist to get him free of the dark. Used me to make it possible. Many drugs were given, many poisons, much was taken from me. Now I am useless to my master in any way. When I asked him to kill me, he laughed. I tried to keep up when he left this area, but the pain is far too great. So I started going after people, hoping they’dl mel me, only they just wounded me, not knowing the proper way.”
“Which way did your master go?” demanded D.
“West of here. Though I can’t tell you what he looks like. He uses his powers to mask himself, even from us. Please. Keep your word. Don’t worry about pain. It will all end just the same.”
“I will. D can you…?” at first he didn’t move, thinking the creature deserved the death to come, with all its agony. But then he nodded, seeing the beast’s right hind foot contort in spasms, snapping bones as it went. He knelt down next to her, pressing nimble knowing fingers to nerves in tolf’olf’s neck.
Then he nodded to Kale, who quickly drove an arrow into its chest. Quietly the beast died, as she’d promised, it felt no pain.
“We go,” D announced, as they watched the wolf’s body burn. “If that vampire succeeds in becoming free of the dark, a whole new race of vampires will be brought forth.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”