A Monster Unloved

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Under D or any of the Chars. Though I would love to. But I did make this story, so please Reveiw and Resond with open voices... Just do not call anything the 'S' (Stupid) word. Thank you

They say, even damned men can be forgiven, and loved. But what if that man was actually half Vampire and half Human? What if a man was a Dhampir? Would he still be able to forgive himself and find happiness? It is not impossible for such a thing to happen. But who could ever love a Dhampir? If someone ever could love him, would Fate ever allow it to be?

His name is D, or so he is known as. No one truly cared what his real name was, simply because they didn't care about him. He was a Dhampir that didn't belong in the human or Vampire world. Why would anyone want him anyhow? The only good that D did was killing a few Vampires here and there and save a few mortals. No matter how many Vampires he kills, and no matter how many Humans he saves, D will never be welcomed in open arms.

He lowered his head as he felt a sharp breeze of the cold air hit his face. He refused to allow himself to shiver from the Fall's freezing winds. Like a hungry predator trapped in a cage, he sat there on the ground, staring out into the distance. The annoying sound of rain tapping the ground filled his ears. His features refused to show any emotion at all. What was the use of emotions anyway? Nothing. At least that was how it was for him.

He watched his misty breath float in front of his face, showing just how cold it was. D closed his eyes, ignoring how cold he really was, even with the armor and long cape on. His hat kept him from getting too wet, but it didn't keep him warm. There was no use going to the town and paying for a room to stay for the night. There was no one to except him. No one to care if he died today or tomorrow. No one there to warm him with their touch or emotion. Not even his own mother…

But who cared? He didn't, that was for sure. He didn't need anyone for anything. It's always been that way, even at the hour of his birth. Because he was what he was, he had to defend himself from everything around him. Including the strange emotions that he was unfamiliar with.

Happiness.

Care.

Love.

There was no love or care from his past. The world had turned it's back on him, just as he turned his back towards the world. He didn't need it, nor did he want it either. With no emotions, it drove him into madness and untouched with anything around him. He kept to himself, making it rather hard for anyone to realize how mad he was. What surprised him most of all, he didn't suffer from madness. He suffered from loneliness. He suffered from the blood on his hands, in his blood.

Because of his blood, his heritage, he wasn't able to live along either side of neither Humans nor Vampires. He couldn't hold a hand in his and walk down the street with a lover. It wasn't possible for him to have children or even be able to talk with any. He couldn't touch a woman's flesh without her screaming or running away. Hell, he wasn't able to even feel another pair of lips over his. Not even allowed to be in a tavern without being glared at.

D growled deep in his throat as the thoughts crossed his head. He wasn't supposed to be thinking of such things. Not even dream about them. He was who he was. He was a Vampire Hunter, killing countless and saving a few. No one could tame him. He wouldn't allow it. D stood up from the tree he was leaning against, and began walking into the pouring rain. He wanted to walk further, to get the thoughts out of his mind, and to get on with his long, long lonely life.