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

the armored vehicle, as if thirty-odd feet hadn’t separated them in the first place. Without a second wasted, a silvery flash whisked through the turret. The armor plating could easily withstand forty-millimeter shells, but D’s blade stabbed through it like it was paper, piercing the throat of the gunner within.
    Pulling his blade back out, D looked down at Mia on the ground and grinned. Ah! He was like youth incarnate, gleaming with his own beauty and cruelty.
    Mia was practically ready to faint.
    Leaping easily through the air, D landed about fifteen feet from the group. Not a single drop of blood clung to his sword.
    â€œCome,” he said, speaking at last.
    On confirming that it was D’s voice, Mia could taste only despair.
    â€œCome,” he invited them once more.
    The figures around Mia stalked forward. They were villagers. Each gripped a stake or spear in his hands. Full of fighting spirit—or so they looked, their expressions vacant as if some other force had possessed them.
    â€œDon’t go near him!” Mia cried, but that only served as a kind of cue to them.
    Advancing a few steps, the villagers let out a cry that wasn’t quite a word and charged at D en masse. Light streaked between them, becoming vermilion spray a second later. The lifeblood that then shot up from the decapitated men looked like the kind of entertainment one might find at a banquet in hell. There was a succession of dull thuds all around D—the sound of the severed heads landing. Stabbing one of them with his sword, D flung it toward Mia.
    It fell about three feet shy of her. Mia looked down and gasped when it rolled to her feet. It was Zoah’s head.
    â€œThat’s the head of the man who loved you,” D said softly.
    Unable to look at it, Mia raised her face frantically. D was right in front of her. She couldn’t say a word.
    Between the speechless Mia and the Vampire Hunter, Zoah’s head rose. D had skewered it with his sword.
    â€œFrom the look on his face, I doubt you could say he’s resting in peace. Why don’t you give him a kiss?”
    How cruel! But as he thrust the horrible head in the girl’s pale face, a hint of surprise crept into D’s expression.
    He’d intended to make Mia kiss the severed head. Mia recoiled, yet she was unafraid as the severed head seemed to sink into her face. The second the man’s and the woman’s faces seemed to overlap, Mia’s body had passed through D’s and come to stand behind him.
    Looking over his shoulder in astonishment, D swung his sword down behind him. Mia was well within reach of his blade. And the instant the sword became a streak of light that split her body like a piece of firewood, she gave off an iridescent gleam and vanished.
    â€œAh!” a voice gasped from the vicinity of the armored car.
    Wasn’t that also Mia by the back of the vehicle, steadying herself with one hand on its body while she pressed the other to her chest?
    â€œA diversion, eh? Not bad for a punk kid,” D remarked, coolly stepping forward. Astonishingly enough, the sword in his right hand still had Zoah’s head on it.
    With this beautiful fiend closing on her, Mia couldn’t move. She couldn’t recall ever having a decoy spell she’d put her heart and soul into broken that way. She’d learned from her mother that a spell could be broken only by another spell—and she had absolute confidence that things always followed that natural law. And yet, here it’d been broken by an ordinary swordsman and his blade. More than the physical trauma of having her illusion destroyed, it was despair that caused Mia to freeze up.
    Once more the dead man’s mouth was thrust toward her bloodless lips.
    â€œHere, send him off to eternal peace,” said D. His lips held a smile.
    As Mia turned her face away, cold lips struck her cheek.
    â€œNow, why are you trying to fight it?” D asked, his