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[53] Fanfic: Vampire Hunter D 30_somethings: Spell
Title: Spell [3/??]
Fandom: Vampire Hunter D
Character/Pairing[s]: D
Theme/Prompt: #20 ‘Sleepwalking’ (Nights Prompt Table)
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: D-style violence, gore, supernatural horror.
Summary: D runs into one Noble’s utopia. It’s not quite of this world.
Notes: Fairly quick update considering? XD Glad to see some people are reading it anyway. I know it probably is quite an obscure fandom unfortunately in comparison to the big names.

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When he finally came to a halt – somewhere in the core of the keep now, he was dimly sure – the crushing presence of the wraiths hemmed him in from all sides. Thick with them, the atmosphere was stifling and he fought through them, trying to get through to the source. The parasite in his left hand was shouting, he recognised almost absently, but there were so many spirit bodies about him now, he was having trouble concentrating. The source of the pull, unmistakably the scent of carnage, felt deliberate, as if somebody was leading a trail for D to follow. Against his will, he was being drawn to the epicentre of this strange enchantment.

One step. Another. Splash.

There was a physical smell now; blood filling the Hunter’s nose with each step forward and he couldn’t find the power to stop the fangs of his true nature emerging. But with each sound of his tread, he woke a little more. Even as the wraiths didn’t retreat from the air around him, the rush of his own pulse in his ears no longer deafened him and-

‘-ear ME!? OI!’

What?

Looking down towards the direction of the voice, he realised he still had his sword in hand and the fog was wholly cleared from his mind.

‘…’

He stopped walking and looked ahead, trying to see through the swirling mass of souls surrounding him.

‘What happened?’ The question was terse, almost letting anger colour his tone, but there was a pause before the parasite answered. When it spoke, it sounded uncertain and a little shaken.

‘There was a massive surge from these guys and then something through it I couldn’t identify before you took off runnin’ like you were being chased by the hounds of your Fa-‘

‘What is this place then? This smell…’ D trailed off as another wave of bloodlust washed over him.

‘These guys… seem to belong here. It definitely seems as if they can’t leave this place. Probably an execution chamber of some sort. A dungeon? Dunno. A lot of people died here anyway, D, and I might be wrong in thinkin’ this but it looks like you were supposed to be drawn here.’

‘A trap.’ The Hunter’s voice was devoid of any emotion now. If the being in his left hand could have shivered at the cool tone, it would have. It had been a long while since anything had been able to get one over on D and the dhampir was likely not going to forget this for a while.

‘…Exactly,’ it answered anyway. ‘Good news is though,’ it added, searching the perimeter of the room for exits. ‘There’s a door up ahead and looks like your trail leads up. These guys aren’t made of anythin’ you can’t get through with that oversized knife of yours.’

‘Straight ahead?’ D’s grip on the hilt of the sword firmed and he moved into a ready stance.

‘Right.’

Holding his sword out in front of him, the slightly curved edge of the blade shining blue from some unknown inner fire, D began to cut and slash at the spirits in the air in front of him. They pulled back, shrieks of pain and rage only sounding on the cusp of the dhampir’s unnatural hearing briefly before they pulled back. The Hunter strode through the narrow path, nary a look back nor to the side of him as he pulled the heavy oak door open and shut again as he went through.