WARNING: Some portions of the following work of fiction contain depictions of bondage, torture, rape, and explicit sex, including same-sex activity. If you are under 18 (or whatever age is appropriate for your location), HIT YOUR BACK BROWSER BUTTON NOW. If you find explicit sex offensive, please don't offend yourself by reading further. The full disclaimer for this work of Vampire Hunter D fanfiction is at the beginning of Chapter 1. ================================================================= Heaven's Door Chapter 5 Delivery To Hell Keir sat on his throne, as Gideon turned Kale in front of him. Her wounds were still raw, but she was presented at Keir's order. He waved her forward, and she went, standing in a weakened daze, as Keir spread his hands over her breasts. He touched her everywhere, and she didn't move. "Very nice," said Keir, as he slid his hands under either side of her jeweled panties, and pushed his thumbs around her clit. She wavered slightly to his abuse. "Gideon, she's perfect." He snapped his fingers, and a man with long silverfish hair stepped forward, pulling a cart with a small chest on it. "As promised, 50 pounds of gold, in addition to the chest, and the three girls you saw earlier." "It is always good doing business with you," he waved for Danton to take the chest, and a few of the other guards to take the girls from the side of the room. "you're sure you broke her?" "She's as docile as a kitten sire," he smiled, "As I had promised." "Good. Stavrose," the silver haired man turned to the Sovereign. "Take her to my chambers, I'll play with her there." "Yes, my lord," He took Kale by her 'leash', and directed her down the palace halls to Keir's bedchamber. He tied her chain to the bed, and after roughly groping her wounded flesh, he left. The room was a blur. She could just make out the outlines of chairs and sofas around the room, the bed was large, almost king sized, and was decorated with plush pillows and satin like bedding. There were two huge archways that led to a balcony. She unhooked her chain from her collar, and strode out, staying close to the wall for support. The balcony extended the full length of the bedchamber, decorated with garden chairs, tables, benches, tall green plants, and flowering shrubs. She made her way to the balcony's rail and looked at it. 'Solid, good,' she thought, and turned to the table, shattering the vase of flowers that was there. She tore through the stitches across her hand, and gouged the porcelain shard through her skin. Again, she painted her blood across the outer railing surface. Her call to her mate. The trail he would follow. 'Find me D,' she pleaded to herself, 'I can't fool them for long.' She heard the room door opening, and quickly threw herself onto the glass top table. An accident he'd believe, she was sure. "You bitch!" he shouted, running out to the sound of the crash. "He took my glasses," she cried, pleadingly. "I can't see without them!" He nodded, his demeanor softening some. "That explains much," he said. "If you will behave yourself, I'll get you a new pair." "I will." "Very well. Tonight we play. Tomorrow, you'll get your glasses. For now," he looked over her wounds, nothing too serious. The worst was her hand, but at least her face wasn't marred. "Get yourself cleaned up." "Yes sir." He directed her to the lav, and she shut the door, pulling the leavers he'd shown her for the water. It was so far working, at least he let her have the privacy of the lav, and not insist on watching her. The night with Keir wasn't what she'd expected. Mostly she'd been beaten and rapped, as part of her 'training', but Keir was almost gentle. His touch was a bit hard, like an anxious teen at his first time, but as he took her he was gentle. Perhaps because he knew she was still very tender from the torture device Gideon seemed to love to use. The next day, Keir held her leash as the eye physician examined her eyes. Luckily, he was able to make a pair of glasses for her that day. Small lenses like she requested, in thin silver frames. "Why Gideon destroyed your glasses, I'll never know," said Keir, admiring her new beauty. "Never loose them." "No sir," D rode silently to the side of the caravan, Tabeo, Hodg's youngest brother, rode close and watched him, whenever Hodg wasn't looking. Finally D looked at him. The first bit of recognition Tabeo received in the last three days. "Sorry," he gasped, "But I don't believe that you're a half vampire," D turned back to the desert expanse before him, saying nothing. "I mean, I've been told that vampires are heartless. That they don't care about anything or anyone, which is why they hurt people." D said nothing. "So how could you be. I mean, the vampire must have loved your mother to make you." D closed his eyes, memories of his mother creeping to the forefront of his mind. Her soft touch, her gentle voice. The lessons in life he'd learned through her guidance, the lessons in love she'd comforted him from, when women left him, learning of what he was. "Tabeo!!" D's eyes snapped open. "I won't tell you again!!" The young man quickly steered his horse back to the caravan, as Hodg took position between him and D. "Sorry," he said to the silent rider. "He's young, impetuous. I'll keep a better watch on him." "If he really bothered me," said D at last, "I'd have sent him off myself." "Well, even still." He looked ahead at a trail of blue smoke from over the next dune. "The lead riders have found something." Hodg spurred his horse on, and D followed. In the hollow of the sand dune, the lead riders had stopped, gathered around a small area, their attitudes sad. One stood off to the side, tending a tiny fire of herbs and powders, to make the blue smoke. Within a few minutes, Hodg rode over the dune, followed by D, and the spare horse. "What have you got?" asked Hodg. "A body." D's blood suddenly ran very cold, despite the sweltering heat. Unlike he preferred, the caravan traveled in daylight, and stopped at nigh. "Better to see the dangers," Hodg had told him, and D had little choice but to travel in the day with them. "Man or woman?" Hodg asked, dismounting and heading for the pile of cloaks on the sand. "Woman," D leapt from his mount and matched Hodg's stride to where the deceased woman lay. "You won't like what you see," said the rider. "We found her nearly buried in the sand. I think she was dropped from the slave ship." "What does she look like?" asked D of Hodg, who had already pulled back the cover. Hodg sighed and gave a quick prayer, he then turned to the tall man of the north. "It's not your woman," he said, "take a look, but I warn you, she's not pretty." D heaved a heavy sigh of relief, and looked under the cover. "Mina," he said. The young tavern girl, who only a few months prior, had served he and Kale their meals, and was so full of life, lie dead on the sand. Her whole body was bruised and open wounds bore crusted blood scabs. Her face, a torrid pallet of pain and suffering. The back of her skull split, and gray matter seeped into the sand. Hitting the sand was like hitting concreat, and the body was the first to yield. "She was a tavern owner's daughter. Taken with Kale. Her father had made a deal, he wouldn't stop them from taking Kale, as long as the left his daughter alone. They broke the deal, and paralyzed the owner. He asked me to go after her. He knew I'd go after Kale." "You'll take her back, not to worry," said Hodg. "Burn her, then collect the ashes and give them to D. we'll wait for you on the other side." "Yes sir." "I never promised him I'd bring her back," said D flatly. "He had no right to make such a bargain." "He's a father. That should explain it all. I pray you and Kale never find yourselves in a parent's dilemma like that." D didn't move, only let the cloak fall back over Mina's face. "Think of it this way. A few moments ago, you were terrified that it was Kale lying there. It was killing you inside, not knowing. That is something like how this girl's father is going through right now, and probably the only reason he's holding onto any hope of seeing his daughter alive again, is because he believes you'll bring his child home." D rose and strode back to Max. "Give him the decency of burying a body, not just memories." D returned with a wooden box, about two hand spans wide, one across, and half deep. Kale used it to cary spare arrows that didn't fit into the available pockets, but she didn't make that many yet. "Put her remains in this," he said, handing the box to one of the lead riders. "I'm sure Kale wouldn't mind." "The girl's father will appreciate it," said Hodg, and mounted his horse, and returned to stop the caravan from coming closer. D watched the flames engulf the tiny form. He shuttered, thinking of the flame attacking tender flesh, he could almost feel it attacking his own skin. "Not to worry D," said the sym., low so only D's ears could hear. "Kale is strong. She'll think of something." Next Back to the Fanfic Archive.