A/N:

First story posted... ohmy I'm sorry if it's not good /shot/ I have problem with tenses too... oh god.

WARNINGS. Will Contain:

- Major character death /sob/ I'm so sorry people...

- Extreme violence.

- OOC. whoopsie.

- Possible smut? Not now though.

- Painfulness and Gore

- does bad grammar count? x'D

You don't have to read the first part in Italics. It's too boring. Skip to the story man.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Free!... but perhaps... if I could steal Haru from them...

Rin: OH NO YOU DON'T


Another day at the Tachibana's household, except it was quite silent. Ren and Ran were with their parents going to the grocery, leaving Makoto alone in the house with Haruka, who came in the day for a visit.

They sat in the living room, doodling on a piece of paper.

"Haru..."

"Mm...?"

"What're you drawing?"

Makoto hovered over the paper Haruka had doodled in quite a while. The inky-haired boy seemed to have no interest in anything except swimming, water and Mackerel. Yeah, you're right. He drew a small Mackerel swimming in the sea.

But hey, he was a pretty good drawer. It looked beautiful.

Makoto sighed. "I wish I was as good as you in drawing, Haru-chan."

A small mumble of a cliché phrase ("drop the -chan already") was all he got instead of a usual "Thanks." people always say. Makoto chuckled, going back to his own piece.

It was getting dark, Ren and Ran and Makoto's parents weren't home yet. Which was incredibly weird, since groceries don't take much time to buy.

Time passed, and it was nearly bedtime. Haruka hasn't budged from his spot where he was doodling, but now he was just fiddling with his pencil instead of drawing.

Suddenly, they heard a creak, and a flutter.

Moth? Possible. But it was louder. Makoto looked up to see the ceiling.

"Look, Haru-chan. It's a bat."

"Don't be so ridiculous... And drop the -chan al- oh..."

Haruka's mouth went into the shape of an 'o' as he saw the bat flying in a circle above their heads. How did it get in? They had no doors or windows open.

The bat landed near Makoto.

"What the..."

Both boys watched as the bat slowly grew bigger. It's wings vanished, replaced by two skinny arms. The legs grew longer, and skin replaced the fur. It slowly morphed into a... a...

Human? Is this some kind of Shapeshifter?

"Uhh... hi...?" Makoto gulped, scared by the presence of this 'human' that wasn't entirely human.

It's his eyes. It's red, unless this guy was wearing contact-lenses. And his teeth. Why so pointed?

The man seethed and lunged at Makoto, seizing his shoulders. The brown-haired boy yelped, feeling two fangs tusking at the joint between his neck and his shoulder.

A Vampire.

Haruka could only watch in horror as his friend's eyes slowly roll backwards, his hands going limp and blood dripping to the floor.

No no no. Vampires aren't real. They're a myth. Just stories.

But he was slowly starting to believe it was. The vampire dropped Makoto, seemingly interested in the black-haired boy.

Haruka ran for his life, a thought spinning in his head.

What would kill a Vampire?

He ran into the kitchen, muttering madly under his breath something about being sorry for messing up the Tachibana family's kitchen. He searched through the cupboard, hoping he would find it-

Yes. He got it.

When the Vampire came and lunged at him, Haruka screamed in panic and threw the object at the creature.

You guess it. Garlic.

The creature hissed in pain, screeching. He morphed into a bat and gave Haruka one last look before flying away.

I'll teach you a lesson one day, boy.

Still in shock, something panged in Haruka's mind. His heart started racing. He ran back into the living room and-

"Makoto! Makoto, are you okay?"

He slowly approached the limp body in front of him. Haruka sat down, his shaking hands reaching for his friend's wrist. No pulse.

He checked his neck. Not there either.

He listened for his heartbeat. Still silent.

He listened if Makoto was still breathing. He wasn't.

A loud scream of despair echoed through the house, following series of sobs and cries.


Haruka woke up, sweating. It was a nightmare. Just a nightmare...

But it was real. It's a replay of what happened ten years ago. Makoto's dead.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, getting up. He stripped from his clothes and put on his uniform, getting ready for work.

He is the co-leader of the Iwatobi Slayers, a group of vampire hunters. Since his friend died he had this feeling of revenge in the pit of his heart, and planned to kill all vampires in the world. Every single one of them.

Sure he looks deadpan, but he's gonna show no mercy.


After a quick breakfast of, you guessed it, Mackerel, he stepped outside his house, not bothering to lock it. He walked for a few minutes before approaching an old run-down looking building, stepping inside.

Sure it looks abandoned on the outside, but inside, it's the opposite. Guns, knives and vampire-killing gadgets hung across every wall, scattered across the floor, being tested or renewed.

"Haru-chan!" A blond boy squealed, jumping up and down at the black-haired male's sight, crushing him into a hug. "I missed you!"

"Idiot, it's only been 12 hours. Is that so long?" An almost-violet haired boy commented on his friend's usual hyper self. The blond pouted while Haruka tried to pry himself off from his hands around his waist.

"Off, Nagisa."

The blond let go of Haruka, crossing his arms like a child.

"Where are the others?" the raven asked, mostly to himself.

"Pretty much gone. We're the only ones left who hasn't gone hunting yet."

Haruka looked up at the boy standing opposite him. He wore red glasses and had that intelligent look in his face.

"So you mean you two guys waited for me?"

"Of course we waited for you, Haru-chan." Nagisa grinned widely. "We're your friends, right? Right Rei-chan?"

Haruka's face might've looked deadpan still, but if you looked closely you would've seen a tug that held up his lips into an invisible smile. He couldn't help but think of Makoto when they were little.

He shook off the thought, since it reminded him of his death.

"Pack your guns, we're leaving now."


Vampires were rarely seen in the day, but the three hunters spied on nearby run-down buildings anyways. Those types of places are ones vampires always live in.

They decided they would spy on an old cottage. Not-so-entirely made out of wood.

As day runs out, it turns into dusk. This is where the game really begins.

"Nagisa, you got your gun?" Rei spoke quietly. To his despair, his little blond friend shouted out the answer.

"Yes!"

He swatted the blond in the face, holding a finger in front of his mouth.

"Then let's go in."

Haruka pick-locked the door and kicked it open, turning on his flashlight and stepping inside.

Once the three of them was in, he closed the door again. Taking something out of his pocket, he looked at it briefly before putting it back.

"According to the radar, we can find two vampires in here. They're pretty much in their bloodlust form, so keep your guard. Nagisa, Rei, you two go together going upstairs. I'll go down by myself down the basement. If anything happens, report to me."

"Haru-chan, do you really always have to go by yourself?" Nagisa inquired him questioningly. Haruka sighed, nodding.

"No more questions. Let's move."


The basement was dark. So dark his dim flashlight shone so brightly it's a wonder why it did. Old shelves piled with books lined up against the wall and some in the middle of the room.

Haruka hovered his flashlights over the titles.

Books about... Sharks?

"Yeah, I know that feeling. Weirded out, eh? Sharks. Bah."

Haruka whipped around. He swore he heard someone speak.

"But Sharks are interesting. They've got more teeth than us, and they grow back when they go missing. Cool, huh?"

His heart throbbed. Whoever spoke must be somewhere in this room. But due to small amount of light, he couldn't see very much. Where was the vampire?

"Aw, don't be scared. Are you a human? Is that a stake you're holding? Oh, I get it. Are you a slayer?"

"Shut up and reveal yourself!" Haruka shouted, directing his flashlight in random directions in panic while stepping backwards at the same time. He heard something heavy crash, pushing him down to the wooden floor.

Damn shelves. It fell straight on to him.

Haruka tried to wiggle himself free, but only managed to get half of his body out. His legs were trapped.

Then he saw it. Red eyes, pointy shark-like teeth and red strands of hair.

Where was his guns when he needed it?

But even if he had his guns, he couldn't move his hands. Something was pinning his wrists down, straddling his body.

He felt a cold breath near his ear.

"I'm so hungry I could eat my own hand, you know?" the vampire let out a raspy laugh.

Was Haruka to die like his old friend?


and that is the end of the first chapter /shot/ I suck at writing am I?

and guess who the vampire is! -3-"

- xCrowntheVictim -