A/N: What's up people, welcome to my first Soul Eater fanfic! So I recently started watch the anime (and of course reading the manga which I haven't gotten really far in) and I got this idea. Obviously, I don't own Soul Eater, I do own any OC's in this story though. So with that being said, enjoy the show!

Opening:

The streets of Death City were practically empty. The only ones out on the streets were young teenagers having the time of their lives. However, the sane knew to lock their doors and retire before the clock signaled midnight, and for a good reason too. Tonight was just like any other. Right down to the horrified screams of any who were unlucky to fall prey to the creatures that lurked in the dark…Tonight was the first time half demon Soul "eater" Evans hunted in the human world, and as fate would have it, this was also the first time Maka Albarn, would-be-witch, went out on her own. Under the twisted, grinning moon, the cries of the damned could be heard echoing around every corner.

Soul was hacking the evil humans to pieces, all while consuming their souls. Then again, the only ones showing up were small fries, not really much of a challenge. Nevertheless, Soul was glad to be out in the field. His wish of surpassing his father as a warrior soared with each hit he struck.

"I'll never understand why Virgil calls this a chore, this is so cool!" Then, one particular evil human caught his eye. "I know you." He told it, taking a few steps back. "You don't look so tuff." The monsters response was to simply drag his abnormally long claws on the ground and screech curses at the young half-devil.

"Alright then Serial Killer, prepare to meet your makers in hell, cuz your soul is mine!" Soul said with a wide grin. And with that the two lunged at each other and met in midair.

The evil human surprised Soul by slashing at him with incredible speed; it knocked him back to the ground almost effortlessly and before Soul could register what had happened, the monster was charging him again.

*Damn it, he's kicking my ass!* the youth thought as he shielded himself from his opponents attacks, which in reality did little to protect him. *I need to do something fast!* suddenly, he realized what the problem was. As much as he hated to admit it, he was simply too weak. So Soul Eater did the best thing he could do at in a situation like this. He turned and tried his best to outrun the monster.

"Come on," he told himself as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, "just need to outrun this thing until-CRAP!" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the kishin had barely missed in decapitating his head clean off.

Soul came to a stop in an alleyway, too tired to carry on. He growled at the approaching demon, the blood coming down his forehead was now running past his eyes, giving the impression that he was crying tears of blood. "Come on then, a guy as cool as me isn't going down without a fight! Come on!"

The monster's only reply was to lung at him with its claws. But Soul was ready for it this time. Before it could make contact, Soul countered and using his Soul wavelength as a sort of barrier, slammed his foe into the nearest wall. At first, the monster resembled a dying insect on its back; however, it quickly recovered from the attack.

"It didn't even hurt him! Damn it, I'm Screwed!" Before the killing blow was dealt however, the monster gave a pained expression. It roared its dying breath as it disintegrated into dust until only its corrupted soul remained.

"Oh my, are you alright?" A soft voce asked him. It was a girl around fourteen years of age; she carried a large scythe with her. Her taupe brown hair was in pigtails and her large green eyes were widened in concern.

*A girl…my ass got saved by a girl?!* was the only thing that crossed Soul's mind, but he quickly shook it off as he stood up and dusted himself off. "Yeah…yeah I'm fine, um thanks."

"Not a problem!" she said smiling, "you know you really should be more careful, you never know if a kishin is with a pack of lesser demons."

"Tsk, I can take care of myself; I was just caught off guard that's all."

"Well, it never hurts to have a friend with you while the demons are out. Oh, my name is Maka by the way."

"Soul Eater, at least that's what everyone calls me,"

"Pleased to meet you Soul," the girl said as she offered her hand.

"Likewise Maka," Soul grinned as he shook it, "So, ah you-"

"SOUL!"

"MAKA!"

Both teens straightened almost immediately after hearing their respective names.

"Papa," Maka muttered with annoyance, "what did I do this time wonder?"

"Virgil," Soul said in surprise, "I thought he was in Italy; what's he doing back here so early?"

A tall middle aged man of around 33 stepped out of the shadows. His shoulder length red hair blew slightly with the wind and his blue eyes shifted between the two teens. He was dressed in a black suit with an olive green button down shirt that was tucked in and black dress slacks.

"Aha," he said with his arms crossed, "I let you out on your own and this is what I find." He pointed at Soul with a menacing glare, "I find my daughter with this...this trash!"

"HEY!" Soul growled angrily locking eyes with the girl's father

"Maka," the man asked in a concerned voice, "Did he do anything to you? Are you-?"

"Papa, I'm fine!" Maka insisted, glaring angrily at her father, "and you have no right to talk to Soul that way."

The man shook his head, and then turned towards Soul. "If you so much as think about doing anything with my Maka, I'll freakin' kick your-"

"Touch a hair on the kids head," Virgil's spoke, appearing next to Soul seconds later, "and I'll retaliate by killing half your damn cult. So, Spirit, what were you going to do again?" Virgil stood almost the same height as Maka's father, only more built. His eyes and hair were exactly like Souls; the only difference was that Virgil's was spiked up in punkish style. He wore a white tank top under a black duster with faded jeans and military boots.

This surprised the man; he took a step back before he smirked at the young man's threat, "huh, I'm willing to bet you'll do it too. That's almost as heartless as killing your own kind, but you know all about that don't you Virgil?"

"You think I feel pity when I put down an evil human? Please, they've lost all reason; we're doing them a favor when we kill them."

"Really, I don't see a difference." Upon hearing this, Soul clenched his fist; he would not be compared to some mindless animal! "Oh, I'm sorry," Sprit mocked the youth even further, "Did I struck I nerve?"

"Papa, please." Maka sighed, wanting to smack some sense into her father.

"Keep talking and I'll-!" Soul stopped his threat sensing the older demons gaze fall on him.

"As of right now, this never happened. Come on Soul, let's go." With that being said, Virgil summoned a portal and vanished along with Soul.

"Hmp, let's go home Maka," Spirit said as he turned and began walking back, "You and I need to have a word about tonight."

And the girl, although angry with her father, followed close behind, practically dragging her scythe behind her.

A/N: So should I continue? Yes, No, maybe So? drop a review and let me know. And keep in mind, I haven't really gotten into the Manga/Anime, although I like what I've read/seen so far.