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As dawn was rising several hours later D stood and stretched. He took a quick
look around the inside and noted that Kat was sitting in the same chair in almost the same
position. She had the flute in hand and looked in his direction when he looked at her. A
moment later she sighed and turned back to the flute.
“It’s time,”he said simply.
She stood and walked over to him, grabbing the dress on the way over.
“Allright, I’m ready.”
D pushed the door open and total silence greeted them, the fire in the room dieing.
Not one single sound was heard from the now almost complete darkness that stood before
them. Kat stood behind him, having a very bad feeling about this strange silence.
“We should go quickly,”D said in a whisper,”Follow me.”
“Allright,”she quietly replied and he grabbed her hand startling her somewhat.
As D kept a strong hold on her hand he ran forward into the darkness, and quickly
made his way to the stairs. As he almost drug her upthe staircase into daylight they both
heard a terrible scream coming closer to the trapdoor. Before whatever caused the scream
could escape D slammed the lid down keeping it inside.
Somewhat shaken Kat started,”What the hell.....”
“I told you. Things live down there best not disturbed,”D explained.
“Then how come they didn't bother us at all other than that,”she asked as she gave
him one of those ‘at least explain this’ looks.
D merely shrugged and replied,”I don’t know.”
She merely stated to which D nodded,”Well, This has certainly been quite an
eventful past couple weeks.”
As they walked out of the abbey a howl was heard in the distance then another that
seemed closer. D glanced quickly from side to side and swiftly said,”Not wolves.”
He ran to his horse pulling her along as he quickly ordered,”Come. Quickly.”
She let him drag her to the horse but as they arrived at the horse the sound of
running feet grew closer. D quickly untied the horse and mounted it, pulling her up behind
him. As she was pulled up coming up infront of them where they were most likely to ride
off to was a large group of villagers coming through the trees.
“Damn!”
D cursed as he saw that some were on horseback, most had weapons and they had
dogs as well.
“Hold on,”he ordered her as she peered around his massive armor and cloak to see
them.
“Oh no,”she managed to utter as she wrapped her arms around his waist and held
on tightly.
D drew his sword and turning his horse charged the oncoming peasants. Coming
up from a few other directions though were more villagers some armed with guns and the
like, more of this group rode on horseback.
As D charged the men someof them held up pitchforks to stop the horse either by
D’s command or by killing it. In response D swung his sword in wide arcs trying to push
them back and away. The villagers though pushed forward a few more wielding
pitchforks and some with torches, those behind and to the sides closed in even more.On
his own horse was the Mayor with a gun at his side, torch in one hand reigns in the other.
“Hunter! Stop where you are!” he shouted at D in a commanding voice.
D’s horse reared back and he swatted away some of the pitchforks getting too
close, standing quietly sword ready.
Kat tried to hide herself behind D, trying to wrap the excess of his cape around
herself to keep from the sight as the men behind her began advancing on her.
“You have the girl with you,”the Mayor said, not asking, stating coldly and to the
point,”Give her to us and we will let you go free.”
Behind D Kat whimpered slightly, pushing herself furthur into D’s back to hide
herself.
“No,” D stated firmly and calmly.
“It is no matter,”the Mayor said as his horse snorted and stamped a foot,”We will
get her one way or another.”
“Begone,”D said,”Or you will all die at the hands of the count.”
As he said that suddenly he felt her hands ripped away from his cloak and waist as
she was drug down from the horse by the villagers. She let out a cry of horror and
struggled against the men, trying to escape, til one of them pressed a blade to her throat.
“Do you see hunter,”the Mayor said with a sick smirk on his face,”We have won.”
D jumped off his horse, landing silently on the wet earth as he said,”If you kill her,
you all will die.”
The mayor merely looked at D and then stated,”She’s a half vampire, and the
count’s next little whore.”
“This is not negotiable,”D said and in an even firmer tone continued,”Let her go.”
“She would have died anyway once you killed the count,”the Mayor said, the
sickening smirk growing.
“Let her go, or I will leave you all to the count. I doubt the next hunter will be as
powerful as me,”D said in an almost warning tone but still used a firm voice.
The Mayor gave him a questioning look as he cocked his head, the sickening smirk
disappearing for a moment.
“Why are you so intent on saving the little wretch?”
He asked then continued,”She’s just as bad as the nobles, she’s a half vampire.
She has to die.”
“It’s not your job to question me,”D said calmly,”Leave this place.”
“I’m afraid nothing you say will change her fate,”the Mayor replied, the sickening
smirk returning and when D said nothing the Mayor shouted to the men holding her.
“Find a nice dry tree and tie her to it, tightly mind you.”
As the Mayor spoke D removed his gloves. When the men moved the sword from
her throat she let loose with cries of fear and protest, struggling as they drug her to a
nearby tree. Watching and not hestitating D raised his hand towards the men holding her.
The wind picked up, and a huge gust of wind knocked the men down, leaving her standing
there. After the men were taken care of D leapt into the air, landing silently beside her as
he gave a sharp order to the angry mob.
“Return to your homes. This is not your battle.”
The Mayor’s face twisted with anger as he ordered some of the farmers forward.
At the sight of more men coming after her Kat practically collapsed at D’s side as the men
closed in again. Drawing his sword again D swung it dangerously close to them, forcing
them back and away from the two of them.
“Don't you understand hunter.. she HAS to die,”the Mayor shouted at D angrilly.
D’s only response was a quick flick of his wrist and a single throwing knife
whistled through the air, cutting off the mayor’s speech as it lodged firmly in his throat.
While all this went on Kat, still frightened and almost in shock from all that was happening
didn’t notice the men sneaking up behind her again. D didn’t notice them either as he
watched the mayor try and continue to order around the villagers as he pulled the knife
out of his throat. The blood flowed freely and quickly and a few gurgles later he was
dead, fallen off his horse and landing with a loud thud.
Suddenly, hearing the men’s shoes make a few sounds, D whirled around seeing
the men coming near Kat. He growled angrilly at them and they backed off, a few of them
fleeing in terror. As all this was going on most of the villagers had rushed to the aid of the
now deceased Mayor and those that still hung around were slowly leaving and completely
ignoring D and Kat. A few moments later almost all of them were gone, casting wary
glances to the two hunters as they rode or walked off.
Kat still sat in a somewhat shaking mass by D’s feet. Quickly reaching down he
pulled her up, half dragging, half carrying her back towards the abbey and with a whistle
the horse followed it’s master.