Vampire Hunter D Volume 13: Twin-Shadowed Knight Parts 1 and 2 Read Online Free PDF Page A

everyone’s expectations. A streak of light flowed out. Where it started and where it ended, none could say. It simply flowed.
    â€œWhat the—” the young man cried, and judging by the way he jumped back, he alone must’ve discerned the path of that light. Or perhaps he merely acted on reflex.
    A mellifluous, soothing sound came from D’s back.
    Jogging back, the young man halted in front of Mia. When Mia saw that his eyes were filled with tears, she was a bit surprised.
    â€œI . . . I’m Zoah,” he said somewhat uncomfortably. “Remember that . . . Zoah. Okay?”
    Feeling something she couldn’t fight, Mia nodded. “And I’m—” she was saying when the young man put both hands on top of his head as if to hold it down. A thin red line zipped across the base of his neck.
    Without even knowing why, Mia cried out, “Mia! I—I’m Mia!”
    A single tear fell from the young man’s eye. A smile formed on his lips, and then he reeled backward.
    Once his head had fallen behind him, bright blood shot into the air from the stark stump of his neck, and the occasional gusts of wind carried it toward D as if at his bidding, covering every inch of him. Soaked in blood—an exquisite figure in vermilion.
    But even that sight held Mia spellbound and drew sounds of admiration from the men—in truth, groans of pleasure. However, that only lasted a few heartbeats before the men returned to their senses and the sheriff rapped on the turret of the armored car, shouting, “Prepare to fire! Draw a bead on that bastard!”
    Wait, Mia thought, but she couldn’t move. The ghastly demise of the young man who’d introduced himself as Zoah had had an explosive impact on her brain, crushing all other thoughts.
    That streak of light had undoubtedly cut through Zoah’s neck. However, instead of being slain on the spot, he’d lived long enough to give Mia his name, knowing all the while he would die. Were there even words to describe such a bizarre and superhuman feat? But all that aside, why would D do such a horrible thing? The question numbed Mia’s mind. The handsome features now being dyed crimson by the vivid rain of blood had a cold beauty that dulled the very sunlight. He could murder his own parents—she just knew it. Knew it all too well. But even knowing that, in her heart Mia had still held a fiery little ember of conviction that he would never slaughter an innocent person so horribly.
    Mia’s mind was pulled back to reality by the harsh music of a motor and gears. The armored car’s turret was turning toward D. The barrel of its cannon took unerring aim right at his face—dead center on his handsome visage. The marksman inside the turret was coolly taking aim through a little glass sighting window set in the armor plate. Crosshairs had been etched on the glass—and they came to a halt right between the eyes of their target.
    Now! The index and middle fingers of his right hand pulled hard on the trigger. The rusty trigger was just about to pass the point of no return.
    The gunner’s field of view stained crimson. Or, to be more precise, the glass window did.
    He’d seen D’s upper body lean far back, and then snap forward again. But there was no way he could’ve imagined the blood that soaked every inch of D flying back at the armored car. It came with such speed, such force. The iron-plated vehicle shook when it struck.
    However, its cannon belched fire. The forty-millimeter shell was true to its aim—then it flew wildly off course and made impact. Not with D’s face, but with the ground at his feet. Sparks and black smoke mixed with a roar.
    Mia stood entranced by the crimson D until the impact bowled her and the men over.
    D was in the air. The bloody torrent had rocked the cannon just before it fired, and at the same time he had sailed into the sky. He drifted down and landed on the front of