Stake Through The Heart
A Vampire Hunter D lemon fanfiction
By Happosai (happosai@jps.net)


          Undead Don't Fall In Love
          (to the tune of Too Young to Fall In Love, by Motley Crue)

          "You seek and slay
           Creatures of the night.
           The light in your eyes
           Is like burning ice.
           The dark minions flee
           When your sword they see.
           Do you hunt ones such as me?

           (Chorus): Undead don't fall in love (x6)

           My fangs thirst for
           Blood which has no taint.
           Eternal we're damned
           And bound fast by fate.
           So now tell me true,
           If his blood runs in you,
           Why you'd slay one such as me.

           (Chorus)

           You seek and slay
           Creatures of the night
           To whom you're tied
           By your past denied.
           Though dark minions flee
           When your sword they see,
           Could you love one such as me?

           (Chorus)



(This story takes place during the Vampire Hunter D movie, at the same
time as the scene where Rei runs into the mayor's son).


Lamika, scion of the House of Lee, a noble family of vampires who traced
their lineage all the way back to Count Dracula, rode slowly and
deliberately towards the building her stepmother-to-be dwelt in. She
fumed at the horrid prospect of being related to such a base-blooded
commoner. How could her father *do* so disgusting a thing as to take such
a filthy, loathsome creature as *that* as his mate? Had his lust
overwhelmed his pride? How could he sully himself so? 

Not that she felt any affection at all for her father. Not even in the
sense that a vampire might feel such an emotion. Nor did she feel any
loyalty to him personally. Not before, and certainly not now that he had
embarked on a course of action that her noble ancestors would surely find
utterly revolting. No, her allegiance was to the House of Lee, and to its
ancient sire.

She had tried three times already to make it impossible for her father to
consummate the vile union. First she had come with Rei on the pretense of
following Magnus' orders to bring back his bride, intending instead to
slay the mortal creature. The second time, at the castle, she had nearly
succeeded in driving a stake through the girl's heart. And the third
time, in a strange fit of mercy that came from she knew not where inside
her, she had offered to allow the Count's intended wife to escape his
domain.

And each time, she had been stopped. By the hunter. By the dhampire.

By *him*.

By the one she now came to see.

As she neared the house, she thought back on the times she'd encountered
him before.

The first time, he had fought Rei to a standstill, and when Lamika had
hurled her own attack him, the hunter had deflected it effortlessly. One
of the bolts had struck the ground between her bare legs, and exploded in
a violent burst of fire.

The second time, he had interrupted her attempt to slay the girl. He had
crashed through the doors without warning. Lamika had cursed, and stabbed
at the hunter with the stake intended for the Count's bride. But he had
grabbed her wrist, and held it in his powerful grip. She had gasped and
looked into his emotionless face, her eyes trembling. Then he had let go,
and when she fell he strode over her, tall and imposing, and rescued her
intended victim.

And the third, the final, time came immediately after the male mortal's
attempt to hold her hostage. She'd sat in front of the dhampire as he
rode his horse down from the hills. Then he had let her go, telling her
to return to Magnus' castle. He had not killed her as everything she had
known would lead her to expect. And when she expressed surprise at that,
and explained that the only rule of the vampire was that the strong
lived, and the weak died, the dhampire had claimed that her noble
ancestor, Count Dracula, had never believed such a thing.

Was that true? And, more importantly, how could he know?

Perhaps she was about to find out. Perhaps, as well, she could find
another way to avert the catastrophe she knew was looming over the House
of Lee.

And perhaps she was here for another reason entirely.

Meanwhile, inside the house, D lay on the couch, his hat pulled down over
his face. The fight with the Count and his servants was not yet over, he
knew. In fact, the mutant Rei would probably challenge him again, soon.
He needed little rest for the fight. What he did need was time to clear
his thoughts and plan. Unfortunately, his symbiote was annoying him,
chattering about things he'd rather forget.

"Be honest with yourself. Do you *really* think it's your high-and-mighty
'code of honor' that prevents you from responding to a young girl's
desire? Ha! And you have the nerve to call yourself a dhampire, and claim
your father was none other than..."

"That's enough!" warned D.

"So, hit a *nerve*, did I?"

A few minutes after the symbiote blessedly shut up, D heard the sound of
a horse approaching the house. Unhurriedly, he rose, picked up his sword,
adjusted his hat, and walked out the door to meet Rei.

It wasn't Rei. It was the Count's daughter.

"I have come to speak with you," Lamika said, as she dismounted.

D's face didn't change. His voice frowned, instead. "I've told you
before. My business is with the Count. Not with you."

She moved towards him, her expression proud and angry. "I do not speak
for my father. I say this on behalf of the noble House of Lee. Take the
girl and go beyond my father's domain. He will not seek for her after
that."

"Stop wasting my time."

Lamika's face went livid with rage. "I will not tolerate such insolence!"
she spat, trying to strike him across the face for his disrespect. But D
grabbed her arm, and held it, hard. She became even more furious. "You
*dare* touch me, half-breed?! I am of the lineage of Dracula!!"

D shook his head. "It doesn't matter if you have his blood. You know
nothing of what he thought or felt."

The anger fled Lamika's face at this second mention of her noble ancestor
by the dhampire. "How can you know that?" she asked.

D remained silent, gripping her arm tightly.

Her voice shook with emotion as she asked again. "*How*? How can *you*
know the feelings and thoughts of the sire of our House?"

Still D didn't answer.

She balled her free hand into a fist and pounded at his chest. She
managed to strike him once before he caught that arm, too. He let her go,
and she stumbled back.

"I warn you..." said D.

"Tell me!!" she screamed, stepping towards him with both hands raised and
clenched. As she did, her feet caught in a crack in the ground, and she
fell forward. D caught her wrists reflexively, and her face came to a
stop pressed against his chest.

Her eyes shimmered as she looked up at him. "Please! How? How can you
*know*?!" she demanded.

Blue light flickered for a moment in D's eyes. This was second time this
evening he'd had a woman this close to him. He still hadn't recovered
fully from the first time, and now...

Lamika stared into his face, becoming aware of the proximity of his body.
A strange sensation went through her, something she'd never felt before.
But then, never until now had she been so near a man that she found
anything but loathsome.

She'd had frequent opportunities to mate with a human, as her father did.
Many times she'd taken unwary young men and drank their blood, before
leaving their empty corpses to rot. But she would never dirty herself
with one of *those*. A few had insinuated that she might, or even asked
that she do so. Those ones had died shrieking in agony, and she had not
given them the honor of feeding her.

The same went for Rei. She often felt his eyes watching her. Given half a
chance, she knew he would be all over her, like slime on the castle
walls. And she suspected that one reason he was so eager to join the
House of Lee was that he thought Magnus would give her to him. How dare
the foul-blooded creature even *think* such a disgusting thing?

And then there was her father.

She shuddered as she thought back to the last time Magnus had used her,
just before he'd bitten his latest bride...

"Bend over, darling daughter. I want to enjoy myself a bit, before I go
seek a new wife."

Lamika cringed and did as she was told. As a member of the House of Lee,
she must obey its master. The Count pulled aside the clothes covering her
rear, chuckling. She felt the head of his penis, cold and clammy, pressed
against her anus. She cried out as her father thrust hard and began
brutally sodomizing her. When he was done, he shot his load into her
bowels. She shivered, feeling semen as chill as the Count's crypt flood
into her.

She never really thought to wonder why her father's body was colder than
hers. Or perhaps she did, but her mind refused to permit the idea because
of what it implied about her ancestry.

Her mind also refused to contemplate why Magnus only used her for oral or
anal pleasure. He'd mentioned once that he refused to have any full-
blooded vampire children, because their power might become a threat to
him. But the memory of those words was buried deep, safely beyond recall.

Her father pulled out and stuffed his softening member back into his
pants. "Your lovely ass is as tight as ever, my dear Lamika. Now I must
go find my bride."

Lamika shook her head and brought herself back to the present.

She saw the dhampire staring down at her, his breathing labored.

As hers was.

D sweated and tried to compose himself. He pushed her away. She tripped
and fell backwards. He looked down.

Lamika stared back at him, lying on the ground with her legs splayed. Her
skin as well was covered with beads of moisture. D's eyes glowed a
brighter blue.

"Don't..." he warned.

She got to her feet and stood in front of him again.

"I said 'don't'..."

Her gaze hardened and her eyes narrowed. "So tell me, dhampire, how is it
you know of my noble ancestor? I wish to learn what he was like, if you
speak the truth."

"HE WAS LIKE THIS!!" said D, grabbing her by the waist and crushing her
to him. His eyes blazed blue as his hands went down to her ass. He pulled
her upwards and kissed her. Then he put her down and tried to catch his
breath, swearing at himself inside. He didn't take women who were
unwilling, or under duress. It was part of his code of honor. He wouldn't
force himself on her.

Even if she *was* one of his enemies, a vampire, a denizen of the world
of darkness.

Finally he no longer struggled for air, and the light in his eyes faded
away. "I've answered your question. Now stop this nonsense, and go. Tell
the Count I will speak to him, and no one else."

Lamika moved closer. D backed away, but not as fast as she approached. "I
want you to show me all that you know about the sire of the House of
Lee," she said, as her body brushed against his.

"No..." said D.

"If you *truly* knew him, show me!" she hissed.

D clenched his teeth. He reached under her arms, grabbed the blue body
stocking she wore, and tore it in half down the middle. He tossed the
shredded cloth aside. Then he pushed her onto the ground again, and he
towered over her. Lamika spread her legs, lay back, and watched eagerly
as D removed his boots and pants. He knelt, then lay down half on top of
her. His vast cape covered both of them as he pressed his lips to her
mouth. In the meantime, he pulled the glove from his left hand and moved
it down between her legs.

Lamika moaned with pleasure as two tongues pushed through two different
sets of lips at once.

She arched her body, exposing her neck. D ran the tips of his fangs down
her throat, creasing but not breaking the skin. She shuddered as the
symbiote's mouth teased her clitoris and lapped at her flowing juices.
Soon her climax took her, her gasps loud right next to D's ears. And then
another. And another.

D withdrew his hand from her crotch, and put his glove back on. Then he
moved in between her legs, letting the head of his penis rest against her
labia. He reached over to the remnants of her clothes, and produced a
wooden stake. Her eyes went wide as he held it over her, the point
towards her, the muscles in his arm tensing.

The stake slammed down.

Lamika looked over at it, stuck into the ground inches from the side of
her head. D's hands went under her back, and she wrapped her arms around
his chest. She waited.

She gasped in pain and pleasure as D's cock stabbed into her cunt, like a
stake driven through her heart. Moments later, they each smelled the
blood from her torn maidenhead. Both of them salivated at the scent of
it, and their eyes glowed briefly. Then D started thrusting, slow and
deep. Lamika ran her fangs along his neck as he had against hers.

They rolled, and now she was on top of him. She rode him hard, feeling
another orgasm building inside her. Reaching down, she pulled the stake
out of the earth and held it poised. She raised and lowered herself onto
him, faster and faster. Suddenly she drove the stake into the ground next
to D's head and fell prone on top of him, moaning.

D brought himself on top of her again. After a minute or so, he took the
stake, and stabbed it into the soil. He continued his thrusts, just as
hard but quickening in pace. Once more Lamika was on top. Once more she
hammered the stake into the earth with her hand. Again and again they
switched places, and each time the one on top withdrew the stake and
drove it back into the ground.

After a long while, D lay on top of Lamika, slamming into her with all
his strength. Each one's eyes blazed. Both of them had their fangs
extended. He thrust one last time, groaned, and exploded hot inside her,
and Lamika climaxed again as she felt the scalding heat that came from
someone not completely a creature of the night.

After D was spent, the two of them held onto each other for a few
minutes. He stood and helped her up, then put his pants and boots back
on.

Lamika stood close and looked up at him. "Is that how our illustrious
ancestor was?" she asked.

D nodded.

"How do you know?"

"Someone told me."

"WHO?!"

D shook his head and remained silent.

"TELL ME!!"

He turned and walked away, saying not a word more.

After he was gone, Lamika covered herself with the remnants of her
clothes, got onto her horse, wrapped her cloak tightly around her body,
and rode away. The only course left to her was to convince her father
that he must not proceed with his plans to marry the human girl.

D went back inside the house and lay down. He expected Rei to show up,
any time now. As long as the mutant didn't bring that candle with him, he
was ready.