Hey you guys! This is a new idea I've been toying around with for a while, and I just wanted to get it out of my system. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Just the plot.


During the day, LA was a beautiful city. The sun shining down on the hopeful new faces looking for the place where their dreams can come true. The beautiful beaches with the sparkling blue waters were gorgeous, always filled with carefree, reckless surfers who had nothing to lose. LA was absolutely beautiful. And nighttime was no exception.

When the sun went down, LA completely changed. The city lights shone brightly in the dark night, and people were filled crowded streets. But like every beautiful thing, there was always an ugly side.

In the alleys of the city, the dark thing came out to play. This particular alley was no exception. The hard cold ground was slick with water, seeing as a thunderstorm had taken the city by surprise just hours earlier. Broken beer bottles layed scattered around here and there, and distant police sirens could be heard. A big gray dumpster stood near the middle, the paint chipped and graffiti covering most of the surface. It was next to this dumpster, tucked in a small corner between the dumpster and a lone garbage can, that a girl sat huddled on the ground, her knees drawn up to her chest. Her dark brown hair was streaked with mud and it fell limply around her shoulders. She was wearing an oversized black sweatshirt that was filthy, just like her dark grubby jeans.

Tori Vega snapped her head up when she heard footsteps. She tensed up and scanned her surroundings quickly, adrenaline pumping in her veins.

"My, my, look what we have here. What is such a lovely young girl doing out here?"

Tori whipped her head to the side when she heard the slurred, yet chilling voice. Standing a couple of feet away from her stood a tall, stocky man. His stringy, greasy hair was matted against his forehead. He was wearing a large brown jacket and jeans covered with frayed holes. His dark, sunken eyes were leering at her with unmistakable lust that made Tori shivered.

Tori stayed silent, instead opting for inching back closer towards the wall. She knew that she should have prepared herself to run, to escape. But at the moment, she didn't think of that.

"Oh c'mon sweetheart! Don't be like that. I just want to have a conversation."

The man stepped forward a couple of steps, and Tori recoiled back, knocking down a couple of beer bottles that were beside her.

"D-d-don't come n-near me!" she exclaimed, her voice shaking slightly. She pushed her hair back hastily, crossing her arms across her chest.

The man laughed wildly, looking down at her intently.

"Don't worry sweetheart. I'll take goood care of you."

Tori squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself.

A thud, then a muffled cry reached Tori's ears, and her eyes flew open. The scene was much different from the one that was there before.
The man now layed on the ground, groaning loudly as he held his head. Standing besides him was a new guy. This one was much taller, and leaner too. His back was towards her. He was wearing a black hoodie, the hood pulled up around his head.

"Are you alright?" the guy said, his voice low and smooth. Tori frowned and nodded before realizing that he couldn't see her.
"I-I'm fine," she said quietly.

The man nodded and turned slowly to look at her, his hoodie falling.

Tori had to hold back a gasp. The man's (boy's, for he looked around her age) dark, thick hair fell in waves. But that was the only normal thing about him. His face was marred with horrible scars and ugly burns. The worst scar was long and stretched across his face. It started near his right temple and streaked across his cheek, stopping just above his lip. His gleaming white teeth were shockingly sharp, coming to a pointy end that resembled the teeth of a shark.

But worst of all were his eyes. His eyes were a bright glowing crimson, like two gleaming red rubies. It was these same haunting eyes that were staring at Tori with such an intensity that Tori flinched under his gaze.

Noticing Tori's reaction, the boy's lips twisted into a wry smile, his teeth gleaming with the light from the moon. He held out his open hand towards her, waiting for her patiently.

"Well, are you going to just stare at me, or are you gonna get up and come with me. I'll take you to a safe place. I promise."

Tori stared at the open hand hesitantly. She looked back up at the frightening man. There were about a million reasons why she should have simply bolted, run away without looking back. But there was something in his voice...something in his eyes that told her to trust him. So against every warning her mind was giving her, against every impulse she had to run, she reached out and took his hand.

"My name is Tori," she whispered as she got up, looking down at the ground.

The boy stared at her silently for a couple of seconds, still holding her hand.

"My name is Beck."


If there are any Soul Eater fans out there, you guy might have noticed that Beck's new form looks just a bit like Soul, what with the sharp teeth and crimson eyes. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed that. I really have NO idea where I'm going with this story, so just hope on and enjoy this rollercoaster. :)