Rowena

Vampire Hunter D is not mine, although I wish he were...this is just from my imagination to you, So please no flames.
And if I get some good reviews...I might put up the rest of the story...(hint hint)

Chapter 1: Meet Rowena

Call me Rowena, everyone else does, but my full name is Lorelei Kamaria Rowena, it means alluring, moon-like, flowing silver hair; my father named me. I am not an ordinary person, I am a female dhampire, the first on recorded history. So naturally all the doctors decided that they wanted to study me like some laboratory animal. Now this upset my mother who happens to be a very powerful witch so after words my father wouldn’t let any doctor near me unless it was for a check up. My father was a very powerful and ancient vampire who believed that we must do what we must to survive but there was no need to kill. I was extremely happy as a child and my family loved me dearly.

I was 12 years old when my father took me to the house of his closest friend; the Vampire King, Dracula. That is when I first met D, he was so beautiful and yet so quiet. I had such a crush on him from the start, and our fathers had us go out to play in the gardens while they talked about politics. As we were walking out D grabbed my hand tightly and I had no idea why he seemed so frightened until I looked up and saw what he saw. Carmilla the Bloody Countess. She stood in front of us, blocking our way to the gardens. “My such a cute little girl and with such lovely silver hair. Would you be the human I sent for?”

My anger at being called human must have showed because be stepped back and her eyes widened. “I am not human.”

She looked confused as she studies me, “Then you must be the first female dhampire that I have ever seen? Interesting, I we really should get to know one another, we could be good friends and strong allies.”

I said the first thing that came to my mind, “Well Carmilla, I have no interest in getting to know you, Bloody Countess.”

I grabbed D’s hand tightly and walked past her and into the gardens. I left her with a dazed look on her fact. In the gardens D looked in my eyes and laughed, that was when he started to talk to me. His voice was so strong, sensual, and down right sexy for someone his age.
“You were amazing! You stood up to the Bloody Countess!”

I felt myself blushing, “I just told her what I really thought of her.”

“That’s just it! You’re so powerful she didn’t know what to think and you’re only 12 years old!”

“You are just as powerful as I am, you are just quieter and more reserved.”

Quietly he took my hand and led me through the moon lit gardens to his secret spot. We sat down and I looked into his beautiful silver-blue eyes. His stare was more than slightly uncomfortable as he took in my appearance. Finally, he spoke and broke the silence, “Rowena, you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.” I felt my skin flushing in embarrassment. “Your flowing silver hair is softer than the finest silk, your skin is whiter that the freshest snow and softer than a rose petal, and your eyes are like silver windows shining into your soul.”

I felt so odd being complimented by the Vampire Prince. I looked down to break his unwavering eye contact. I couldn’t look at him until I felt his cold hand lift my chin. Once again my silver eyes met his silver-blue ones, but this time his pupils were much larger. I gulped down a breath of air right before he kissed me. My first kiss was as most people only imagine theirs, time slowed down and the rest of the world disappeared. It was just the two of us and the honeyed taste of his soft kiss. I felt a fluttering in my lower stomach and wrapped my arms around his neck, under his soft auburn colored hair. I didn’t want him to stop until I felt something stir in his lower regions and his fangs grazed my lower lip. We both reluctantly pulled awaym onm one another as we heard someone walking towards us. We never found out who else was in the gardens, because D grabbed my hand and lead me back to the castle and into his room. We sat quietly for the first five minutes both of us unsure of how we felt about the kiss.

He finally looked up at me and spoke, “Did you, um, get that feeling in your lower stomach?”

He looked so unsure of himself with a light blush upon his cheeks that I was half tempted to laugh, but I restrained myself and answered him honestly. “Yes, but if we both felt it…what does that mean?”

“I don’t know,” he closed his eyes in concentration, thinking of something, so I sat quietly and waited for him to speak again. “Do you know when I’ll see you again.”

“I don’t know, but I can try to come see you on my own.”

“You may have to from what I’ve heard about the other lower level vampires rising against the ones like our fathers.”

I got an idea from out of no where, “D, lets share blood.” His eyes seemed confused at first before it dawned upon him, “But we don’t even know how to.”

“Yes I do, I’ve watched it done before and that way we’ll always be connected.”

“O.k. what do we do Rowena?”

“First we need a dagger,” I watched as he pulled a small dagger from his boot and handed it to me. “Next, I’ll cut your left palm, then you cut mine, and we hold them together to let the blood mix. Lastly we feed from each others throat to seal the bond, until the wounds on our hands heal and it should leave a perfect scar forever because of the different bloods.”

He looked more than a little perplexed, “Well it, sounds, simple, but we’re not supposed to feed.”

“Correction, we’re not supposed to feed from humans, or kill.” A look of surrender appeared on his face as he gave me the palm of his left hand and I took the jewel encrusted blade across it; I noted that he didn’t so much as blink. He took the dagger from me and did the same to me and we plastered our hands together. Now came the part that worried me, he bared his throat to me and I bared mine to him, as we both sank our fangs into each other’s throats. I expected the searing pain that humans describe our bite as, but I felt only a blissful pleasure spreading through out my body. Once again I felt D’s lower regions stir just as my own were stirring with the mingling of our blood. I felt our hands begin to heal and knew we’d have to pull apart soon, but I intended to enjoy the sensations while I could.

He was the first to pull away from my throat, his right hand on my cheek as he kissed his fang marks. I pulled back from his throat and kissed away the last remnants of blood. We were both breathing raggedly as we sat there looking at one another and slowly we pulled our hands apart. Our once perfect skin on our palms was scared, his with a silver line and mine with a deep red line, we were now connected to one another.

My father came and collected me after he’d finished his discussion with D’s father. As we were about to leave, D, his father, and his mother, came to say goodbye. I bowed to his father and he came closer to me and studied my eyes.

“You are a very interesting dhampire, Rowena.”

“You mean because I am female?”

“That is one reason, another is the power you contain. Not many vampires my age, let alone 12 year old dhampires would stand up to Carmilla the way you did. I see great things in your future."

I blushed and lowered my eyes, “Thank you.”

“That and not many people are liked by my son.” He smiled a secret smile that told me that he knew what we had done and he approved.
I blushed an even deeper shade of red, but was glad to have noticed that D was just as red. His mother was studying me approvingly and looking between D and me. My father bowed as well and we turned to walk home.

Our home was simpler than most, but it had everything we could possibly need. I was put straight to bed as the sun was rising. My father kissed my cheek good morning and went to lay with my mother in the cellar.

I slept the day away and after sunset it was my mother that awoke me. There was so much noise in the background, I was unsure of what was happening, but my mother grabbed me and went through my bedroom window. We ran and I heard my father behind us, as well as the younger, more power hungry vampires. We reached the cliff, my mother and father get in front of me and began fighting, trying to keep them away from me. My mother was no match against so many vampires. My father began fighting harder, trying to keep from crying for my fallen mother and still keep me from harm. They lit my father on fire and watched him die, some of them made the mistake of laughing. They turned to me and I let my anger grow and radiate through me. I lashed out with my power imediately turning two of them into dust, I attacked them all and destroyed them for my family.

Afterwards, I stood there oundounded my the remains of vampires, my father, and my mother. I buries my mother and father together and marked the grave for them, then I picked all of the roses from my garden and placed them on the grave. I said a small prayer that my mother had taught me and headed back for the house that was no longer my home. The sun would get rid of the other bodies, I prayed for their souls to rot and feel nothing but pain for the rest of eternity.

When I got to the house I packed my saddle bags with what clothes I wanted and what money I had. Then I found my father's weapons in the cellar, I would avenge my family. I would become...a Vampire Hunter.

I had everything I wanted packed and I ran off and for six years I was a Vampire Hunter with only one thing on my mind, the task at hand. One day out of the blue, I had the strongest urge to go see D and since I really wasn't doing anything, I headed to where my old house still stood,erteerted. I climbed a tree and watched as D went to my mother and father's grave, and put down a dozen or so black roses. He looked so sad that I just wanted to hold him.

Six years of turing my heart to stone and D still got to me. I hopped down soundlessly and walked up behind him. I kneeled down and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He didn't even turn around, he just put his hands on my arms and whispered, "Rowena."

There was so much pain behind my name, that for an instant I was shocked. "D, what has happened?"

He turned to me then and put his arms around my waist for a tight hug. "Rowena, my mother...she's..." He began crying into my shoulder uncontrollably and I knew that he's lost his mother, and not from any natural causes. He looked up and tried to finish the sentence, but only sobs came out.

"It's o.k. D." I patted his shoulder gently. We were both 18, but it still hurt to loose a loved one. "How did it happen?"

He calmed visibly and I saw his eyes harden, "The people from her village stoned her, but she escaped. Then those damned fledlings attacked and father was too late. She was dead before he got to her. Dad walked in carrying her and crying."

I kissed his forehead trying to absorb some of the hatred that he now harbored for both humans and vampires. He looked at me and his hard eyes softened, "Rowena, at first I thought you were dead, but then we found the graves and father said you'd gone somewhere to cool off. So what did you do?"

"I've become a vampire hunter."

Those words seemed to echo through the forest as he looked at me with eyes that were both startled and confused. "You hunt our own kind?"

"I am a dhampire, not a vampire and I do not hunt the ones like our fathers, I hunt the ones like Carmilla, and the ones that killed my family."

"I see, so you do both humans and my father a service by destroying the gluttons."

"In a way, yes."

"Then perhaps I too shall someday become a vampire hunter."

"Just promise me that if you do, you won't become so cold and emotionless, like so many others."

"For you Rowena, I swear it."

We both stood and began the walk to D's home. His father was at the door and softly smiled at me, "well, Rowena, it seems you've grown even more lovely than I imagined."

I blushed and made the polite coutsey that was expected, "You flatter me."

"'Tis truely a shame if the truth be flattery." He winked at me before re-entering the castle.

I turned around just in time to see a smirk on D's face before he went in before me. I spent an hour talking to D's father before he left to do a few things. Leaving D and me alone in the moonlit gardend, once again and this time we're older and more aware of 'certain things.'
We'd been sitting there for about 10 minutes neither one of us talking, just watching the moon. Suddenly I felt D's cool hand on my chin and he turned me towards him, I looked up and into his eyes, right before he kissed me. His lips were just as I remembered, soft, warm, and sweet, wanting nothing more than to taste me. I wanted all of D this time, so I let my instincts take over our kiss, deepening it until I felt him moan. I opened my eyes to see D's completely lost in passion, the blue color swallowed by the black of his pupil. The look was both loving and feral, I should have been afraid, but I could never be afraid of D.

He removed his lips from mine and trailed kissed over my eyes, my cheeks, unil is mouth rested upon my throat. I looked down into his eyes and they were practically pleading for permission. I bared my throat to him and closed my eyes as my permission to him. He kissed my throat gently before he peirced it with his fangs and the same pleasure radiated through me, only this time it was stronget. His fangs were getting longer while they were in my throat and the sensation was to die for. I had no control, my body thrust against him, wanting something that it should have no knowledge of, yet desired so badly. D growled against my throat as he drove his fangs deeper before he pulled them out and brought his bloodied lips back to mine.

My actions had unmistakably cause a reaction in him as he towered over me. His kisses were still gentle, yet now they were also demanding. His hand cam up and fondled my breast through the silver dress I had worn for him, and sensations were coursing in every direction through my body. I wanted him and I knew by our blood bond that he wanted me just as badly. I felt him slide the sleeves of my dress down and heard him exclaim over the shear whiteness of my breasts. He laid me down and covered every inch of my breasts with kisses, as if they were something to be worshiped. D took note of my reactions and was surprised when I grabbed his hair and roughly pulled him to me for a kiss, after he's pulled on nipple into his mouth. He went to the next nipple and suckled it as he held my hands down this time. He used his fangs to gently graze my nipple and all I could do was moan, because I wanted something that only he could give me.

His left hand traveled down my body taking in its texture and markings until it rested on my him and I squirmed beneath him. He looked me in the eyes and for an instant the feral look was gone replaced wtih a gentlenes as he asked me, "What do you want, Rowena?"
I said the only thing that was on my mind, "Only you, D."

The gently look merged with the feral one as he backed away long enough to strip himself of his clothing. His skin was like polished marbel and his body was perfectly flawless, I couldn't help but stare. When my eyes went to his waist they widened in shop and surprize, he was huge! I quickly looked back up to his eyes and all of my fears literally melted, D loved me too. It was written there in his eyes as he looked at me and waited for me to remove the remnants of my dress. So I stood for a moment and let it slide to the ground. When I looked at D again he was watching me with an amazed expression. He reached out and pulled me into his arms as he studied my body.

I felt more than a little uncomfortable as be trailed his hands over the contours of my body. Until his hand found the little triangle of silver curls between my thighs. It was as if I'd caught fire the instant his hands touched there.