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tampered2008-01-18 11:34 pm
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Log: Complete
When: January 19, between midnight and dawn
Rating: Teen for violence
Characters: Vampire Hunter D [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
favored_son] and the Captain [wolfsmercy]
Summary: A dhampir and a werewolf run into each other in a forest. Which one gets to walk away?
Log:
There had been times in D's youth that he had been frustrated by the connection he shared with his father. Alucard hadn't abused it, but it had been difficult to keep secrets from his father, and thus to keep secrets from the rest of his family as well. When D had finally learned to shut the vampire out, he had been relieved.
In his own time, he rarely blocked the link that tied him to Dracula. It was was one of the few reliable means he had of tracking his father. In the city, he rarely felt the need to keep Alucard out. Tonight was an exception. He'd had enough of explaining to his father why he fed so rarely, why he couldn't take a wife or have children. He'd had enough of wondering if he was wrong and his father was right. A night or more away from the flat was called for. D intended to be alone, and that meant blocking the link. Even the parasite was silent.
D paused in the shadows, hands relaxed at his sides, and listened. He expected little trouble with a significant portion of the population having only recently been toys. Nothing approached him, and he took another step away from the city proper.
"Uh ... D?"
So much for silences from the parasite. D flexed the fingers of his left hand in warning.
"Oh, save it. I know you don't want to ta--"
"Then be quiet," the dhampir interrupted. His companion offered no further argument, and D was satisfied. He knew his family was concerned. He would return to the flat before sunrise. They could speak then. In his current mood, conversation would only lead to fighting.
Rating: Teen for violence
Characters: Vampire Hunter D [
favored_son] and the Captain [wolfsmercy]Summary: A dhampir and a werewolf run into each other in a forest. Which one gets to walk away?
Log:
There had been times in D's youth that he had been frustrated by the connection he shared with his father. Alucard hadn't abused it, but it had been difficult to keep secrets from his father, and thus to keep secrets from the rest of his family as well. When D had finally learned to shut the vampire out, he had been relieved.
In his own time, he rarely blocked the link that tied him to Dracula. It was was one of the few reliable means he had of tracking his father. In the city, he rarely felt the need to keep Alucard out. Tonight was an exception. He'd had enough of explaining to his father why he fed so rarely, why he couldn't take a wife or have children. He'd had enough of wondering if he was wrong and his father was right. A night or more away from the flat was called for. D intended to be alone, and that meant blocking the link. Even the parasite was silent.
D paused in the shadows, hands relaxed at his sides, and listened. He expected little trouble with a significant portion of the population having only recently been toys. Nothing approached him, and he took another step away from the city proper.
"Uh ... D?"
So much for silences from the parasite. D flexed the fingers of his left hand in warning.
"Oh, save it. I know you don't want to ta--"
"Then be quiet," the dhampir interrupted. His companion offered no further argument, and D was satisfied. He knew his family was concerned. He would return to the flat before sunrise. They could speak then. In his current mood, conversation would only lead to fighting.
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He'd never encountered a dhampire, or its scent. But like many things, when the odor wafted his way, there was no mistaking what it was. The werewolf took a deep breath, letting the aroma blossom and unfold in his nasal passages. It was an intriguingly delicate suspension of life wrapped in death, but the ratio appeared capable of flux and change.
The werewolf gave one arm a nearly imperceptible stretch. Did the dhampire have to brave preternatural rapids as he did? Navigate the painful chaos that was a living body tugged between two halves of a divided soul? These questions were acknowledged and filed, but wafted through his brain just as the scent breezed through the air. Such contemplations were for another time and place. The nazi had his orders ...
The Captain tilted his head to the side, subtly testing newly-recovered muscles. He'd been told to be wary of this one. And what could be gleaned from scent did nothing to contradict said notion, if anything, the advice had been affirmed into an understatement.
Regardless, the werewolf gave his opponent the honor of seeing him ... predator to predator.
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The gaze that D turned on the Captain was one of warning, pale blue eyes like ice in a moon-pale face. D would kill him if forced to do so.
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In the dhampir's hand, the parasite cursed. It could stay where it was, try to help D, or it could take its chances on its own, try to outrun a werewolf.
Oh yes. The situation was looking just wonderful.
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