Author's Note: Yo. Yes I love D lol. XD. I wanted to try something different. Usually I hate Ocs but I'm sick and tired of every chick who encounters D being madly in love with him at first sight and I wanted to make at least a mild exception. Tell me if she's Mary Sue and I will change her and fall to my knees begging for forgiveness lol. I will address certain problems that I have with D's character for humor's sake.

Disclaimer: I don't own D. Or else he'd be a lot less boring and much more relatable. (but we love him anyway lol.)

Chapter One: Trust no Servants

"Might I ask how we are being paid?" I grumbled out an inquiry, feeling absolutely bored out of my mind. My master narrowed his eyes at me with a look of disdain. He scoffed and ignored me. "Well?" I insisted. "Is it blood or cash?" I demanded. He gave me a look that sent a tingle of fear down my spine but I masked it well. "Do not ruin this job. This caravan has promised me a most…valuable sum." he smirked at the last part. I shuddered. His name was Vincent Avalon Doyle. My master. He was a cruel monster. Yes, he was a monster in every aspect of the word. We had been hired to act as protectors to a caravan of slave traders and bandits who carried a particularly large caravan of women and children. I did not like the idea of guarding scum like this. Since when have they ever needed protection? Let them tow their 'cargo' by themselves.

I was not the most compassionate creature. Working with someone like Vincent Doyle tended to drain the humanity from anybody and anything slowly but surely…and I was fairly far along down that road. I thought nothing of the slaves that were being hauled in the line of canvassed wagons. These men were apart of an international slave trade originally designed to sell a quick meal to starving or just hungry vampires and the like. They-or should I say 'we' were heading North, I did not care for specifics, once we got there Vincent and I would be leaving anyway. I rode my horse silently. Bandits and mercenaries alike stared at me with lustful awe. I was used to these looks so I managed to ignore the disgust that bubbled in my gut. I swung my chocolate brown braid over my shoulder and looked ahead. "Oh no, I would never dream of interfering with my master's plans." I rolled my eyes at him. He appeared close beside me, still mounted atop his own horse. "I have many plans….Allura." he breathed down my neck and I curled my upper lip. Not this again.

"Do you remember when I turned you?" he leered. "I'd rather not." I responded, head held high. "It was your choice." he reminded. "I had nothing left, and I was a stupid naïve child." I hissed. "I hated being a dhampire, I was desperate to be one thing or another….I made the wrong choice." I reared my horse away from his. "When will you be mine?" he appeared beside me once again. I clenched my jaw. "You have asked me this before… and I will always give you the same answer. I would sooner die than be yours." I turned and glared at him. He grinned like a mad man. "We shall see." he rode off. I shivered, following along. He did make advances like this every now and then, but they were far apart and few so I could handle it. Still, he frightened me. I would never show it, for that did not seem smart, and pride did not allow me to, but I knew that he already knew. He could sense fear. He is not a main antagonist in this tale as he once was when I was young, but at the time, he was considered a threat. A threat that I am glad to be rid of today.

I looked at the large number of mercenaries, bandits, and low lives all armed to the teeth. Who in their right mind would attack such a large group? I had heard of the hunter chasing them down. A Dhampire hunter. An apparently well-known, Class A vampire hunter extraordinaire. How good was he? Yes dhampire were the best and most effective vampire killers but, I found all this firepower unnecessary for one hunter. I had not heard of him. Moving on. I figured that Vincent's payment included some of these people among other things. I could hear sobbing and whimpering from inside the canvas wagons as I passed. It was late at night or else I would have to be wearing a large cloak to protect me from the sun. These men were disgusting the way they stared after me. Honestly, did they have no shame? No dignity? I was far out of their league. I drew my attention away from them. The night air was nippy and the moon was full, round, and jolly. Not very appropriate for the situation. I loved looking at the stars though. They were the one thing that never changed in my existence. They reminded me of the little shreds of humanity I had left. "Allura." "What!?" I snapped. "Go check out the merchandise, I want to know the quality." Vincent replied nonchalant.

Rolling my eyes, I turned my horse toward a wagon. I gracefully hopped onto the lip, ignoring the hungry glance from the driver. The sniffling, and whimpering seemed to freeze and I heard several gasps as I opened the flap and sauntered inside. I remained stoic. They all seemed okay, physically. Their mental states would be unsure to be honest, although I could not blame them. To go through such a traumatic experience. I noticed out of the corner of my eye a little boy; he stared up at me from his spot on the floor with utter awe. He looked to be about six. I turned completely to face him. An older girl that appeared to be his sister hugged him protectively as he continued to look up at me. Curious large blue eyes wide and unblinking. I knelt down to their level on the floor, tilting my head. The others all scattered as I did so. "It's impolite to stare." I murmured softly. The girl shivered. I leaned over and kissed the boy on the forehead. Ah, to be so young. When had I ever been that young? I could practically smell the youth.

Days into the trip, I found myself keeping an eye on those two youngsters. I supposed it was to pass the time. Or perhaps I simply found them interesting among the others. Traveling could be quite boring at times. In addition, it was an excuse to keep out of Vincent's immediate path. The journey was uneventful and a bit annoying, no real trouble…until that night. Vincent seemed a bit…unhinged. I was used to seeing him like this when he was about to strategize, or face up with a particularly formidable opponent. I stared curiously. I sensed something odd about the night. I could feel it in the air. His eyes excitedly flashed red now and again. Yet his face remained serious. His eyes met my inquiring gaze. He looked forward again and motioned me over with a wave of his arm. I sighed as I trotted over to him on my mount.

"Problem Vince?" I inquired sarcastically. He rolled his eyes. He leaned over as he surveyed our surroundings. I leaned over to hear what he had to say. "Stay here and keep an eye on the merchandise, we've got a problem." he whispered. My eyes widened a fraction. Then disappointment came over me as I realized I would not be a part of the action. Before I could reply, he trotted off to the obvious leader, named Samuel. He whispered something to him and the trader's eyes popped. They exchanged a few words that I could not quite make out. Vincent nodded and I saw him adjust his weapons before his horse darted past me and disappeared through the trees. I let out a huff. How dare he leave me alone with these incompetents! The command was given for the men to pick up the pace. Several times actually. I felt the need to go check on the boy and his sister. With a shrug, I galloped over to their wagon.

When I reached it…I was puzzled. It was eerily silent. Usually one could hear shuffling, cowering and sniffling, maybe the occasional sob. I caught a scent. It was that of one particularly nasty trader. Ernest was his name I believe. I then noticed that there were sounds coming from the wagon. However it was only one of them, and she was stifling her soft sobs. A girl. I felt my blood boil. Fearing the worst I jumped onto the wagon lip and gave the driver a threatening look, making him keep his mouth shut. When I snatched the canvas flaps open, my fears were confirmed. The other women and children were all huddled against the walls of the wagon cowering and trembling… and in the back, I saw it. Ernest was in the middle of trying to have his way with one of the young girls. My eyes flashed dangerously and I let out a snarl. In an instant, I snatched him by the throat and pinned him to the floor with the heel of my boot threatening to pierce through his jugular.

Never seeing an enraged vampire before, the victims all gasped and stared with fear, shock, and some in awe. The girl scrambled behind me and back into the crowd, filled with humiliation and disgust. "I believe that vampires prefer undamaged goods. Who knows what you might give these girls with just your foul, putrid, presence alone." I hissed. He struggled in pain and terror. My disgust rose at his cowardly whimpers. "I wonder…should I spare you with a warning? Or maybe give you what your kind deserve?" I smirked down at him maliciously. "Mercy!" he wheezed. "Mercy? You don't deserve mercy. I'll tell you what I'm going to do-" a knife suddenly cut me off as it went flying into the wagon and barely missed my head as I ducked. A warning shot no doubt, but it pissed me off to no end. I would have to teach someone a few manners. I picked up Ernest by the shirt and tossed him under the wagon wheel as I leapt out. Had I been human that shot would have hit me.

There was a non-human presence here. I could sense him. I scanned the area dangerously. My fingers twitched eagerly about the hilt of my sword. There was a hiss in the air and I ducked in time to avoid a nuclear-ish blast to my head. My sword was forgotten as I snatched out my revolver. I shot in the direction that the shot came from. The mercenaries and other slave traders panicked at the sound. "High alert boys!" I shouted with a crazed grin. I was eager to fight. Apparently, I missed, for my opponent was taking down a couple of mercenaries. I could not see him well but I could tell he held skills beyond these pathetic mortals. Deciding to do my job, I snatched out my sword and darted soundlessly for him. My determined expression dropped as he turned his gun in my direction and fired three shots. I ran along a few trees and spiraled to avoid the blessed bullets. I then launched myself at him kicking myself off a tree stump. Another sword blocked my swing and I was kicked a good few feet back. I mentally cursed as I fired my revolver at the figure. He gracefully avoided them with several moves of his own. I aimed a swift kick at him in mid-air only to have an iron grip on my heel.

I blocked the sword threatening to sever my head. I managed good punch to what felt like his face. Meanwhile the caravan was getting away. He kicked me in the gut and snatched out a strange weapon. I leapt swiftly into the high branches above him. Rather than follow me he eyed the caravan and darted in that direction. I leapt through the branches after him. He mounted a large black horse and I pounced. I knocked him off using my legs to grip him by the neck. My goal was to snap it. He gripped my thighs trying to pry me off. I fought back stubbornly. "It's been a while since I've had a worthy playmate." I panted out of breath with a smirk. He was strong! Then again so was I. I spiraled in an attempt to finish him off but he spun with me. Stubborn. He was grabbing for his weapons but I snatched out my revolver and aimed the barrel right against his skull. "I won't go down so easily." I growled. Suddenly to my alarm, a sharp pain assaulted my thigh where his other hand was. I yelped indignantly and my startled grip faltered. He used the opportunity to throw me off and into a tree. I heard a gruff laugh.

Barely dodging a swing of his sword, I leapt up and whistled. On cue, my horse ran past and I grabbed onto him and swung into my saddle. I knew he would follow but I needed to rethink a strategy. The cool night air nipped at my ears and nose as I galloped. Stray bangs whipped about my face. In an instant, a sword was plunged between my shoulder blades and came out of my throat. I coughed up blood, and my eyes widened in shock. How did he catch up so fast? I keeled over and fell to the floor with a thud. It hurt to breathe. The tall dark figure stood over me with a calm demeanor. I stared blankly, my vision to blurred with involuntary tears of pain to make out much. "Where are they?" a smooth deep voice interrogated. "You're a tracker. They can't be too far off." I wheezed. He looked in their direction and back at me. "I meant to ask who is behind this?" he clarified. My mind set was to survive. "I-I can't say." my voice grew weaker. He crouched over. "Go ahead…if you kill me you'll never know." I managed. In truth I knew nothing but I wanted to live. The thought also puzzled me that there was a bigger mastermind behind this…market.

"I wont kill you." he shook his head. "As long as you don't try to kill me." he added. I stared up at him. I could see his face now. He was deathly pale as to be expected from one who's genes were semi-vampire. But his features were so….beautiful. His eyes were gorgeous with a dark black shade to them. He had a very elegant all around face. Delicately chiseled. The flawlessness of it all made one wonder if the angels themselves carved his face out of the clouds of heaven. I did not have much time to react, I was too preoccupied with getting the blade out. I rolled onto my knees. I reached back and snatched it out painfully. My face was temporarily contorted with pain. I was able to "pull myself together" quickly enough. Vampires tend to heal abnormally quickly even from the most mortal wounds. Something that killed most humans was easily over-looked for us.

I handed the blade back to him, and he took it, looking completely unfazed. "You are going with me to track down the caravan, and afterwards you will tell me what I want to know." he informed. "What happened to my m- Vincent?" I hated calling him my master. He stood up and helped me up with him. "I took care of him." he blunted. "So he's dead?" I inquired. It felt weird to finally be free of him. It did not feel like he was dead. So surreal. "He should be." the hunter said giving me a crescent look over his shoulder. "If he is, then good riddance to good garbage." I huffed folding my arms as I followed. He raised his brow at me. "You are cooperating?" he asked. "Well now that I am free to do my own will I do not see why not. I don't like slave traders very much." I replied. "Besides, you spared me, and freed me from Vincent in the first place, consider this my I.O.U." I giggled. He was silent. "Very well." he nodded. My horse loyally came to my call. I was tired and slightly hungry from the loss of blood, but I could take care of that later. He had mounted his horse in an instant. "A cybernetic horse? You cheater." I grumbled. He didn't respond just sped off. 'Show off.' I internally muttered. I rode off. I thought about the gruff laughter I had heard in the middle of the fight. It was so unlike his voice that I heard now when he spoke. I touched my thigh unconsciously. What had happened? I could not see what had been done but it felt like a shock mixed with a pinch, a hard pinch.

When I caught up, I narrowed my eyes at his hands which were holding the reins of his mount at the moment. I would have to investigate later. As we reached the caravan in no time at all I began to feel my hunger increase. I bore my fangs in anticipation. "If you feed off of any woman or child in there, the deal is off and I will bring your head back to the villages." he warned. I glared at him. "That was not my intention Dhampire." I hissed. "Let's do this." I pulled out my gun and shot a few drivers in the head to stop the wagons. There were shouts of panic. I rushed in and cut the horses loose, a feral expression on my face. I caught sight of some troublesome mercenaries giving my new associate a bit of grief. I caught one behind the neck and faced him to me. "You gents miss me?" I grinned. He stared at me with terror. "You are mine." I growled. "TRAITOR!" he managed to shout before I sucked him dry. "Not too tasty." I grimaced. "Get the children." he commanded loudly. I rolled my eyes. Someone new to boss me around. I leapt onto a wagon and sliced open the roof.

They were all wide-eyed with sheer fear. I could smell it, taste it even. "Do not fear." I calmed them. "You're going home. All of you." I added. They seemed stunned as I cut them free. "Do not leave this wagon until me or the Dhampire say so." I stated, forgetting that they had no idea about the Dhampire hunter. I leapt out and continued to do the same to the rest. I did not want them to get caught in any cross fire during this fight. I disposed of anybody who stood in my way. The Dhampire hunter seemed to be having no problems so I focused on the task at hand. I had quite the feast. Away from the eyes of children of course. I was exiting the last of the wagons just as he finished off the main threat. There were a few left alive including Samuel himself. I landed gracefully in front of him wiping some dinner from the corner of my lip. "All done?" I giggled, 'eeping' slightly when a little burp escaped me. He gave me a dark look before turning back to his prisoners.

They cowered from him. He looked at me. "What do you know about this?" he asked me. I sighed. "Well about that." I began. "I don't know who is behind all of this. You should have asked Vincent." I informed waiting for him to go off on me. He didn't. "Why did you lie?" he demanded. "I was not ready to die just yet, and I figured that if you thought I still held some use it would encourage you to let me live, if just for a moment. That way there was a chance I could figure something out." I explained. He was silent. "Luckily for you, I left some of these men alive." he blunted. He turned to them and crouched down to eye level with them. "Tell me who hired you." he commanded. They cast their heads down. "Talk." I hissed. "Which one here is the ring leader?" he asked. "He is." I readily pointed out Samuel. "Okay then. Who hired you?" he looked at him. Samuel winced. "He would have me killed if I breathed a word." he murmured softly. "What if I promised to kill you in a far worst way than he could ever even imagine huh? How about that?" I snarled in an animalistic way. The hunter gave me a hard stare as Samuel winced but kept his eyes trained down on the ground. I huffed and folded my arms before looking away. "The girl is serious." he said calmly. "But all will be well if you cooperate." he added. He glared up at him.

"Oh! Are you that certain!?" he snapped. "You don't have him on your tail! You have no idea the trouble I could be in!" he added. "I am trying to be reasonable, but if you insist, I might have to let the lady here have her way, or do the job myself." he stated. I turned back around curiously. I gave him a dark grin. He looked between both of us darkly. "Well?" I inquired. He spat at me before shooting himself in the head. I gaped angrily. "The maggot!" I stomped my booted foot. The coward! Now what would we do?

So...I need a little feedback...Hate her? Like her? This is my first OC so I'm really anxious. Do you want it to stay in her pov or regular third-person kind of stuff.