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 9 Healing Hands, Loving Hearts It was days later, before Kale would even broach the subject of her wounds, and only then, when D found her in the morning, violently ill, in the caravan's make shift lav tent. "I'm getting the healer," he said, as she cleaned up. "No! I'm fine." "Kale, you're not fine. They recorded what they did to you. I saw what Danton had done, I saw the blood. Wounds like that.... they need special attention." "So help me, D, if..." "That's what I'm trying to do, Kale. Help you get better. Please," he held her close, his hands telling her of his worry. "I don't want to loose you." "You wont, it's just..." "It hurts. I know. I watch you while you ride, and your pain hurts me too. Please." "All right, but I don't want anyone to know, ok?" He nodded and together they left. D stood outside one of the wagons, while inside the healer cleaned and stitched wounds Kale had been too ashamed to mention. D had helped some, but the smell of the blood was too much, Kale understood and let him leave. Outside, his vampire hearing picked up on her tiny whimpers, as the healer continued to work. What comforted Kale most was that the healer was a woman, in her 50's, and was able to put Kale at ease with just a smile. D looked up as Hodg approached, cradling his left arm. "You can't go in," he said softly. At once Hodg understood. "Do you know how to set bones?" D nodded, and carefully examined the man's arm. "How's she doing?" "She'll pull through. She's too stubborn not to." He grasped his wrist, "This is gona hurt." D jerked Hodg's arm and the bone snapped back into place. "Don't move, hold here." While Hodg supported his arm, D took some sticks, used to make a fire, and some rag cloths, and tied the splint around the wounded limb, making a sling with the excess cloth. "Will there be others?" "No, I got my point across," he said. "You don't look so good. You need anything?" D looked at him, then lowered his eyes. "No." "Its that again, isn't it?" "Don't push. Kale will handle it." "She's got enough to deal with right now. Come on. I've got to kill a pig for the supper fire anyway. You can take what you wish." D was hesitant, but when he saw the healer at the door of the wagon he guarded, he nodded. "She's asleep," said the old one. "The last she said was for you to take care of that edge you felt. I'd suggest you do it." "Watch her for me?" The woman nodded, and the two men walked away. "I hope she can go on after this," Hodg sighed, "I'd hate to think such a lovely woman would be destroyed like this." "She'll pull through." "I have to tell you something. The day you returned, Kale wasn't doing well. She hadn't slept since..., well I guess not since you'd left. She was worried, and on the verge of panic. I managed to get her into my wagon, but she wouldn't lie down to rest. I figured if I overloaded her, she'd pass out and eventually, that would turn to sleep, and it worked." "Over load her?" he stopped him in his tracks. "What did you do?" his voice was level, but his eyes were angry. "It meant nothing at the time, I swear." "What did you do!" "I kissed her," D's fingers curled around the fabric of Hodg's cloak. "She wanted to go after you, but she was on the edge of collapse. I knew that with a gentle push, she'd pass out. A kiss would confuse her enough to do just that. I swear, I only meant to help her. I don't want her. She's yours, and I can see the joy in your eyes when she's with you. I only hope I can find that one day." D tugged gently at Hodg's cloak as he asked, in restrained rage, "You didn't force her..., did you?" "No. I was very gentle. I think that was what confused her the most." "What did you do next?" "I put her on a bunk, and with Tabeo in charge of the caravan, I sat down to do the books." "Did she...did she cry?...or call out?" "She called out for you once, when Tab almost woke her, then Tabeo told me about you leading the main caravan, I'd promised to wake her when you were spotted, and the rest you know." D let him go. He'd kissed her to help. "Don't do it again." The fact still remained; he'd kissed his Kale. Hodg shook his head, and they continued their way to the small animal cages. "She did almost hang me, if that makes you feel a bit better." "It doesn't." "Didn't she tell you?" "No. She's wanted to keep to herself for a time. I get that way form time to time, and she leaves me be. I saw no reason not to do the same, till today." Hodg looked over the swine for slaughter and picked out a large one and tied a rope around its neck. "I guess I'll never understand the two of you. I'd go crazy if my girl didn't talk to me about what bothered her. You know, I think what she said to Tabeo is really the only way to explain it. You two fit. But then again, why explain it." D merely nodded and watched as Hodg tied the swine down on the slaughter table, very adeptly for a man with his arm in a sling. He positioned a pale below the drain spout, and cut the pig's throat. It let out a momentary squeal, then fell dead, as it's blood collected in the pale. With help from another member of the caravan, Hodg took the slain beast to the main kitchen fire, leaving D alone to consume the blood in relative privacy. Kale woke that afternoon, D sitting next to her, sharpening his great sword. "You're upset about something," she said softly. "You only sharpen your sward, while sitting, when you're upset. You want to talk about it?" "Hodg told me he kissed you," he said, without looking at her. "I'd like to know why you didn't tell me." "When did he kiss me?" "You don't remember?" She shook her head. He knew she'd never lie to him. No matter how small the fib. "Never mind. I'm upset over nothing." "Honestly D, I don't remember." "It's ok," he sheathed his sword, put it aside, and sat on the bed with her crawling across to hold him. "It doesn't matter. How are you feeling?" "Better. I'm sorry I ignored this for so long." "No, be still about it. It's past now." "D, can I ask you to do something, and do you promise to really thing about it, before you answer?" "Of course." "The day you found me in the market, Keir was getting new branding irons made. He and Stavrose were going to brand me." She could feel him tense at the thought of the hot metal burning into her flesh. "I want you to do something for me. Something only you can do." She took his right hand and traced his index finger over her chest, right above her heart. "I want you to mark me, D. I want you to take your knife, or anything, and etch your name onto my chest." "Kale..." "No, D. Please. Think about it. Promises can be broken, marriage vows ignored, and divorces are ugly. Every other way is so easy to be broken. I'm not asking for me to do it to you, D. I want you, to do it to me. I want everyone to know I'm yours, and that you've claimed me. Please, think about it." "Rings are easier, and less painful." "And can be removed, lost, or stolen." She turned to face him. Her eyes pleading for him to accept. "I want something permanent. Unless..." "Unless what?" "Unless.... You think...one day, you wont want me." He drew her close in a feather touched kiss, letting her deepen the touch on her own. His lips brushed hers gently again and again, finally she edged closer to his lips, her tongue tracing his flesh, his tracing her teeth. At last their kiss was as deep as any lover's was, only theirs turned to more, as private desires were let known, and acceptance was given. Within this strange embrace of lips and heart, D knew she'd need time, though he'd known already, he knew it was important to her, for her to let him know. Through their kiss, he acknowledged her request for time, but also asked her permission to fulfill her request. Gently he lay her down, kissing his way down her chin and neck, opening the buttons on the shirt Hodg had loaned her, but never got back. He traced the path on her skin where he'd etch his mark, asking with a kiss between her breasts. A quick gasp told him her answer. Gently he drew his dagger across her skin, not yet breaking even the first layer of her tissue. The sensation of the cold metal began to numb her, or perhaps it was D, as he rubbed the back of her neck, she wasn't sure, all she knew was that it felt incredible. Suddenly, D was licking her chest, his blade tossed aside, a tiny trace of her blood along its edge. Carefully he lapped his tongue over the wound he'd caused. With each pass, a wave of pleasure washed over her. Her blood was sweet, and spiced with hormones at the same time. It tasted slightly different than a normal human's blood, but then again, she wasn't normal any more. She was like him, un-aging, un-changing, and now she was his. By heart, by choice, by brand, and now, by blood. He'd never let her go. How could he? She was all he needed. Within sight finally of the southern tree line a month later, Kale and D bid farewell to the desert. For the first time in close to a year, Kale was finally able to properly bathe. D sat beneath a great tree, what kind it was neither could say, while Kale swam lazily around in the pond. He envied her. To be able to swim in water that cold, and actually enjoy it. Sometimes he wished he were human, so he could share times like this with her. 'Oh well,' he thought. 'Mother always said, be careful what you wish for, it may just come true.' Kale left the water and laid down in the grass next to her man, because no one else was around, and the fact she didn't have a swimsuit, all she wore were a pair of tight cotton shorts, that even now, seemed see through. D leaned over and kissed her, his warmth being chilled by the water still on her skin. He shuttered slightly as he drew back from her. "Feel better?" he asked, already knowing the answer, but wanted to hear it anyway. "Much. I think I had half the desert in my hair," she laughed. He liked that. Hearing her laugh again. He traced his hand along her collarbone down to where his mark had healed and scared her skin. A bright 'D' etched in flesh, that she was proud to show. As hurtful as it was for him to cut her, he felt proud that she had his mark on her. His mark, not that she was his property, not that she is his wife. No, to her this mark meant more. More than vows could say, more than he could express, more than she could explain. Now if only he could be scared like this. He'd be proud to wear her letter across his chest, but his vampire heritage healed all his wounds without a scratch. He couldn't even get a tattoo; his body just absorbed the ink, and made the image disappear. He pressed his lips to the mark, his desire to have hers on him, transferred in the kiss. Oh how she could read him so well. It normally took many years for some lovers to read each other like this, but for Kale, it was easy from the start. Perhaps she was right, when she'd said it. Maybe the do fit together. Did everything need a complicated explanation? "We should get going," he said, kissing the scars across her breasts. Her wounds on the surface had all healed, but they left terrible pale tracks across her tender skin, and they were rough, despite her efforts of applying moisture creams made from herbs provided by the desert healer. "I guess we should. We have to get Mina back to her father." "Yes. That, and there's no work down here for a hunter. No Vampires, or wolves." "Well lets get going. We'll have you back to killing Vamps in no time." They followed the stream inland, hoping it would become wider, and lead to a number of towns, but it didn't. After two days, the river split into three directions. One went to a swamp, that D had found, not far away from the diversion, the other to a lake, with no villages around, and the third, well the third was another story. D traced his fingers along the tracks left in the bark of a great tree, the sap still slightly fresh. "I thought you said..." "Forget what I said," He could smell it on the air. Blood. Kale followed as D went ahead. He stopped and examined the remains of a young woman. Not more than 25 years old. Her body was torn open, her internal organs gone, her face locked in shocked terror as she was ravaged. "Werewolf," he said. "By the looks of the marks on the bark, there are three." "D, over here," He went to where Kale was looking over a bush from atop her horse. On the other side was another girl, still alive, but very weak. D tilted her head up. Two puncture wounds. "Vampire?" "Yes. But how?" "Maybe they came down together, you said yourself that wolves are often the servants to vampires. Maybe they came down the shore line, just as we plan to return north the same way." "Well, however they got here, we can't leave them. There are no hunters here. They'll kill everyone if not controlled. The desert is too great a crossing for a vampire to make, and no food for wolves to survive. The sea is obviously out for full blood vampires, and the shore line was often thought too treacherous for a vampire of noble character to even attempt it." "Well you said there was no work for a hunter here. Now there is. If she's alive, we can't leave her here. Come on, put her up with me, we'll go till she wakes, then get her to tell us where she lives and take her home. I'll go after the wolves while you go after the Vampire." D put the girl's unconscious form up behind Kale, tying a rope around her to keep her from falling off. "We'll discuss that part of the plan later." He climbed into his saddle, and together the three rode down the third stream, to who knows what kind of dangers. By Charlotte MacFarlane (jemstone5, Fanfiction.net) Back to the Fanfic Archive.