I was inspired to write this story while reading other Vampire Hunter D
fanfiction. I would like to thank everyone who has written fanfiction on
this site for their inspiration.
Disclaimer: I did not, do not, nor ever will own Vampire Hunter D or its affiliates or anything of the kind. I repeat it is not mine. I am poor and work at a grocery store so if some big company wants to sue me they won't get much. So please do not sue me. I am just expressing how much I like the character and the stories by writing my own little piece of fanfiction.
Summary: D ends up staying with a woman and her daughter in a small town while waiting for a vampire who is stalking them so show himself. Madness ensues for D with nosy neighbors around. Can D handle this or has the great vampire hunter met his match.
Now on with the story (
The Color of Night
Chapter One: A lot of D's thoughts on mostly nothing important. Introduction to plot and other stuff blah blah blah just read and find out.
The pale moon hung high in the night sky. It's silvery light out shinning the surrounding stars and casting a mystical glow on the glen below. The upturned leaves of the old oak trees reflected the silvery light creating a mirror that passed the glittering light down to the dew kissed grass. A slight wind blew through the glen ruffling the petals of a blue rose. A few beads of dew slid down the outturned petals. As the drops fell they captured and refracted the moon light so that they appeared as falling diamonds. It was a moment of pure beauty before they fell to their end in the earth below. Instead of meeting their end in the dirt the drops of dew found it in the clock of a stranger. A stranger who did not belong to the glen, but seemed to be just as old and enchanted. Leaning against a giant oak the stranger slept silently. Though asleep he was alert to every sound in the glen. The slightest noise out of place could rouse him. From under a large dark hat two eyes opened. His pale skin and clear blue eyes caught the moonlight while his clothing seemed to stem from the dark itself. As he stood dew ran off the tip of his hat. A horse seemingly born from the surrounding night stepped beside his master. The dark stranger lifted his eyes to the moon.
"A full moon. That can only mean trouble," an unseen voice commented. The stranger nodded his head slightly while continuing to stare at the moon.
D would never tell anyone else this but he found a sort of comfort in the night. It had an eternal beauty that the harsh light of day could never have. The light of the moon was so much softer than the scorching sun so much more welcoming. For a person who never seemed to belong anywhere D always felt comfortable almost safe on nights like this in a place like the glen. A fleeting image of a house beside a creek and his mother passed through his mind before he mounted his horse and resumed his travel. As D left the glen he was tempted to look back at it but then he might have to deal with the symbiot's comments and assumptions. D was as always not in the mood to deal with the symbiot. He had more important things to think about anyway. He had received a letter a few weeks ago from a lady offering to hire him to kill a vampire. D of course didn't have all the details yet but he was sure he would have to endure the whole story once he arrived. It wasn't that he was unsympathetic to his clients' dilemmas even if he didn't show it. The problem was that after so many centuries of being a vampire hunter he had heard the same stories over and over. And everyone always seemed to want to tell him how wonderful the missing or deceased were. How he had to save them because they were so kind or generous. It just gets old after awhile. Or maybe he was just getting to old. As much as he hated to admit it, because it meant admitting he was related to the scumbags he hunted, he was getting rather old by vampire standards. D scowled at the thought then mentally kicked himself for letting his thoughts wander. He prodded the horse to go faster so he could reach the town before midday. He had no intention of being out under the high point of the summer sun today. He was still a little week form the hellish heat wave that had plagued the area. He felt much more like sleeping under that tree in the glen than being on the horse but he had a job to do. Again his thoughts wandered this time to other jobs he had held which were most before the Great War. Images of groceries, uniforms, skillets, tools, grease, oil, paint, and wires danced through his mind. He then decided that maybe his profession and being older weren't so bad after all. Of course he didn't have to travel so much back then and he wasn't out in the sun so much. Instead of a horse he had a car with air conditioning. That was something D defiantly missed was air conditioning. Most towns didn't have the money and power supply for things like that anymore. While D was trying to remember what happened to that car the horse kept on moving.
Even though D hated when his mind wandered off he did find that it did help to pass time. Around the time D had sifted through his memories to the ones dealing with his car and what happened to it he had arrived at the town. D snapped back to reality as the horse stopped on the outskirts of the town. That was the good thing about cyborg horses they don't need but so much guidance to get you somewhere. D looked up and saw the sun almost directly over head. Yep he defiantly missed air conditioning.
D nudged the horse in the side to move ahead. The town was a couple of streets with wooden buildings. The grey boards of the buildings worn from the years of heat and rain stood side to side along the road. A few horses here and there were tied to posts mostly in front of the salon and brothel. D was thinking about how much it looked like a town in a western movie with Client Eastwood in it and trying to remember what movie it was and how much he used to like those movies when a deafening scream tore through his head. A girl had run out into the street. D was jarred out of his thoughts as the horse reared up. In a flurry of cape and hair D managed to pull the reigns and stop the horse from slamming down on the girl. With the exception of his cape and long hair swirling in the wind D looked undisturbed. He dismounted and set the girl on her feet. She was around the age of seven with dark hair, fair skin, and light green eyes. Her face was a mixture of fear and surprise. In her arms was a small white kitten. The girl looked at D. As she came out of her daze she started to cry though uncomfortable D didn't show it. His face looked as stoic as ever. By this time a small crowd had gathered. D hated crowds. As he stood up he pulled his hat a little lower after all there is no since taking the chance that these people don't like damphires. The girl was still crying, tears leaving muddy streaks down her dirty face. The shrill sound of her wails grating on D's sensitive hearing. D almost winced.
"Milly what have I told you about crossing the street," a frantic woman rushed to the child checking her all over and fussing at the same time, "that was not a smart thing to do young lady. You could have been killed."
Seeing that the child was being looked after the crowd dissipated and the people went about their usual business.
"I was just getting kitty. She ran in the road. She didn't know to look both ways. I'm sorry Mamma."
"Just promise me never to do it again. I am so sorry mister for the trouble. Thank you for stopping. I am ever so grateful. If there is anything I can do. You have no idea how grateful I am you were able to stop the horse. Please if there is anything I can do, don't hesitate to ask."
"I won't be here long."
"Oh I see."
D didn't say anything else just simply mounted his horse. The woman took in his appearance and the sword on his back.
"Wait sir. Would you happen to be the vampire hunter?"
D turned his head but did not reply.
"Is that a yes? Ah well. I'm Clarra. The one who hired you."
D remained silent but did not move. His eyes fixed on his employer and her now quiet daughter. Clarra was around five foot and seven inches with dark blond hair. Her hazel eyes were a mix of relief and fear. Fear of what D wasn't sure. Fear for her daughter after the incident, fear of what ever she hired him for, or perhaps fear of him.
"Please come with me I would rather not speak on this out in the street." D inclined his head and nudged his horse to follow her.
End chapter one
Yay one chapter finished. Hope the story is going ok. I will endeavor never to write to short of chapters. I predict this to be a long story. But I will try to get chapters out quickly. Not like everyday but I won't wait like weeks or months to put one up. Some may come faster if I am inspired but I will let you know if I am stuck.
Disclaimer: I did not, do not, nor ever will own Vampire Hunter D or its affiliates or anything of the kind. I repeat it is not mine. I am poor and work at a grocery store so if some big company wants to sue me they won't get much. So please do not sue me. I am just expressing how much I like the character and the stories by writing my own little piece of fanfiction.
Summary: D ends up staying with a woman and her daughter in a small town while waiting for a vampire who is stalking them so show himself. Madness ensues for D with nosy neighbors around. Can D handle this or has the great vampire hunter met his match.
Now on with the story (
The Color of Night
Chapter One: A lot of D's thoughts on mostly nothing important. Introduction to plot and other stuff blah blah blah just read and find out.
The pale moon hung high in the night sky. It's silvery light out shinning the surrounding stars and casting a mystical glow on the glen below. The upturned leaves of the old oak trees reflected the silvery light creating a mirror that passed the glittering light down to the dew kissed grass. A slight wind blew through the glen ruffling the petals of a blue rose. A few beads of dew slid down the outturned petals. As the drops fell they captured and refracted the moon light so that they appeared as falling diamonds. It was a moment of pure beauty before they fell to their end in the earth below. Instead of meeting their end in the dirt the drops of dew found it in the clock of a stranger. A stranger who did not belong to the glen, but seemed to be just as old and enchanted. Leaning against a giant oak the stranger slept silently. Though asleep he was alert to every sound in the glen. The slightest noise out of place could rouse him. From under a large dark hat two eyes opened. His pale skin and clear blue eyes caught the moonlight while his clothing seemed to stem from the dark itself. As he stood dew ran off the tip of his hat. A horse seemingly born from the surrounding night stepped beside his master. The dark stranger lifted his eyes to the moon.
"A full moon. That can only mean trouble," an unseen voice commented. The stranger nodded his head slightly while continuing to stare at the moon.
D would never tell anyone else this but he found a sort of comfort in the night. It had an eternal beauty that the harsh light of day could never have. The light of the moon was so much softer than the scorching sun so much more welcoming. For a person who never seemed to belong anywhere D always felt comfortable almost safe on nights like this in a place like the glen. A fleeting image of a house beside a creek and his mother passed through his mind before he mounted his horse and resumed his travel. As D left the glen he was tempted to look back at it but then he might have to deal with the symbiot's comments and assumptions. D was as always not in the mood to deal with the symbiot. He had more important things to think about anyway. He had received a letter a few weeks ago from a lady offering to hire him to kill a vampire. D of course didn't have all the details yet but he was sure he would have to endure the whole story once he arrived. It wasn't that he was unsympathetic to his clients' dilemmas even if he didn't show it. The problem was that after so many centuries of being a vampire hunter he had heard the same stories over and over. And everyone always seemed to want to tell him how wonderful the missing or deceased were. How he had to save them because they were so kind or generous. It just gets old after awhile. Or maybe he was just getting to old. As much as he hated to admit it, because it meant admitting he was related to the scumbags he hunted, he was getting rather old by vampire standards. D scowled at the thought then mentally kicked himself for letting his thoughts wander. He prodded the horse to go faster so he could reach the town before midday. He had no intention of being out under the high point of the summer sun today. He was still a little week form the hellish heat wave that had plagued the area. He felt much more like sleeping under that tree in the glen than being on the horse but he had a job to do. Again his thoughts wandered this time to other jobs he had held which were most before the Great War. Images of groceries, uniforms, skillets, tools, grease, oil, paint, and wires danced through his mind. He then decided that maybe his profession and being older weren't so bad after all. Of course he didn't have to travel so much back then and he wasn't out in the sun so much. Instead of a horse he had a car with air conditioning. That was something D defiantly missed was air conditioning. Most towns didn't have the money and power supply for things like that anymore. While D was trying to remember what happened to that car the horse kept on moving.
Even though D hated when his mind wandered off he did find that it did help to pass time. Around the time D had sifted through his memories to the ones dealing with his car and what happened to it he had arrived at the town. D snapped back to reality as the horse stopped on the outskirts of the town. That was the good thing about cyborg horses they don't need but so much guidance to get you somewhere. D looked up and saw the sun almost directly over head. Yep he defiantly missed air conditioning.
D nudged the horse in the side to move ahead. The town was a couple of streets with wooden buildings. The grey boards of the buildings worn from the years of heat and rain stood side to side along the road. A few horses here and there were tied to posts mostly in front of the salon and brothel. D was thinking about how much it looked like a town in a western movie with Client Eastwood in it and trying to remember what movie it was and how much he used to like those movies when a deafening scream tore through his head. A girl had run out into the street. D was jarred out of his thoughts as the horse reared up. In a flurry of cape and hair D managed to pull the reigns and stop the horse from slamming down on the girl. With the exception of his cape and long hair swirling in the wind D looked undisturbed. He dismounted and set the girl on her feet. She was around the age of seven with dark hair, fair skin, and light green eyes. Her face was a mixture of fear and surprise. In her arms was a small white kitten. The girl looked at D. As she came out of her daze she started to cry though uncomfortable D didn't show it. His face looked as stoic as ever. By this time a small crowd had gathered. D hated crowds. As he stood up he pulled his hat a little lower after all there is no since taking the chance that these people don't like damphires. The girl was still crying, tears leaving muddy streaks down her dirty face. The shrill sound of her wails grating on D's sensitive hearing. D almost winced.
"Milly what have I told you about crossing the street," a frantic woman rushed to the child checking her all over and fussing at the same time, "that was not a smart thing to do young lady. You could have been killed."
Seeing that the child was being looked after the crowd dissipated and the people went about their usual business.
"I was just getting kitty. She ran in the road. She didn't know to look both ways. I'm sorry Mamma."
"Just promise me never to do it again. I am so sorry mister for the trouble. Thank you for stopping. I am ever so grateful. If there is anything I can do. You have no idea how grateful I am you were able to stop the horse. Please if there is anything I can do, don't hesitate to ask."
"I won't be here long."
"Oh I see."
D didn't say anything else just simply mounted his horse. The woman took in his appearance and the sword on his back.
"Wait sir. Would you happen to be the vampire hunter?"
D turned his head but did not reply.
"Is that a yes? Ah well. I'm Clarra. The one who hired you."
D remained silent but did not move. His eyes fixed on his employer and her now quiet daughter. Clarra was around five foot and seven inches with dark blond hair. Her hazel eyes were a mix of relief and fear. Fear of what D wasn't sure. Fear for her daughter after the incident, fear of what ever she hired him for, or perhaps fear of him.
"Please come with me I would rather not speak on this out in the street." D inclined his head and nudged his horse to follow her.
End chapter one
Yay one chapter finished. Hope the story is going ok. I will endeavor never to write to short of chapters. I predict this to be a long story. But I will try to get chapters out quickly. Not like everyday but I won't wait like weeks or months to put one up. Some may come faster if I am inspired but I will let you know if I am stuck.