This is a fan fiction and does not intend to infringe on the copyrights of Hideyuki Kikuchi (Asashi Sonorama), the Vampire Hunter D Production Committee, Urban Vision, or anybody else. None of the characters in this fanfic are mine. (with the possible exception of Garou's Mother) This fanfic is based on the original 1985 Vampire Hunter D movie and my own experiences, superstitions, and research. Darkpaws firstname.lastname@example.org Werewolf Tears *I know it's around here somewhere. Her scent is still fresh.* Garou followed the invisible scent trail, sniffing along the ground on all fours. The grass was wet with dew and the fur on his paws was already soaked. *That rock looks familiar. Yes, that's the one Master Lee was standing on. Now it shouldn't be hard to see, it's so shiny.* He started scanning the area, head raised higher this time to concentrate more on the visual aspect of his senses. Suddenly, he saw a glint out of the corner of his eye and his head quickly jerked around to get a better look. He saw a small golden object in the grass reflecting the moon's light. *Yes!* Garou thought as he bounded towards the item he had set out to find. Delicately, he picked up the small golden cross in his talons and looked at it for a moment, remembering the first time he had touched it. Magnus Lee had ordered him to scout ahead to remove any possible danger specifically harmful to vampires. That was his job, to remove things like garlic and crosses for his master. First he moved the dying cyborg horse out of the way. Then Garou saw the shining gold cross around the girl's neck and he automatically reached for it to tear it from her neck. Just as he had done with many other of his master's victims in the past. This time was different, he had almost hesitated when he saw the girl's eyes. Those big, innocent blue eyes. Something inside him said, *No, not this one.* They were familiar somehow, he couldn't quite place it yet. Garou passed the cross, still on its chain, from his paw-like hands to his mouth and started walking on all fours back to his den. His tail was absentmindedly wagging a bit on the way, he was happy to have found what he had been looking for. Then he froze at his next thought, *Mother! Her eyes were like Mother's!* A cold wind blew through his mane and he shivered. After a moment he resumed his journey to his den at a faster pace and he was soon in the cool darkness of his burrow under some fallen logs. He listened to the sound of the nearby stream and started thinking again, *It's been so long since I've thought about her.* He dropped the little cross into his huge paw-like hands again and stared at it. A rush of memories came back to him as he remembered those eyes. *It was so long ago.* He was very young, right after his very first Change. His mother was a servant for a Noble that lived not too far from where Magnus Lee was living at the time. The first time Garou saw Lee the young werewolf was scared of him. The vampire stranger was carrying a bag. Lee handed it to the Noble and the Noble walked over to the puppy and his mother. He yelped and whimpered as he was taken from his mother's arms and handed to Lee. The vampire stranger held him by the scruff of the neck and instinctively the werewolf pup went limp. When his mother had held him like that she had done it carefully and lovingly, but Lee held the pup not unlike he had held the bag he came in with. Lee went for the door and the pup's mother cried out, "Wait, don't you even want to know his name!? It's..." SLAM! Lee shut the door behind him hard and the pup let out a sad little whimper. The adult Garou in his den let out a similar whimper as he remembered this. When he was "introduced" to the Count's other servants he was as scared as a human would be. The kinder Noble that kept his mother never had any servants as scary as Magnus Lee did. Garou was insecure and didn't like being in human form around them so they never got a chance to find out his real name. That "Flying Psycho" as Garou secretly called Gimlett, referred to the werewolf as "Garou" once and the name stuck. Garou is just a more obscure name for a werewolf, and he never really grew to like it, but everyone there now knows him by that name only. Reigensei was the only one of the count's servants that Garou had bonded with. Somehow the mutant knew the werewolf didn't like that name and Rei avoided it if possible. "Hey buddy!" yelled a familiar voice. The sudden sound shook the werewolf out of his deep thought. He hid the pendant he was holding in a safe corner of his den and bounded happily out into the night. Reigensei was waiting for him. He saw Garou's tail wagging and said, "Sorry old friend, we'll have time to play later, Ramika and I need you." The werewolf cocked his head to the side, puzzled. Rei got the clue and said "We have to go after Doris again, c'mon." Garou trotted behind his mutant friend's left side as Magnus Lee had trained him to do. Garou hated to see such an innocent girl be victimized by the Count, especially when her eyes reminded him of his long lost mother. He'd heard about the disaster that happened fifty years ago. He didn't dare disobey his master, but with a sentimental tear in his eye Garou vowed to himself that he would never directly harm the girl himself.