This is a story I've been wanting to write for a while now, but didn't really have the time to.

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Naruto.!

Prologue

Routine

She walked along the dark deserted streets, her heels clacking against the worn pavement in a hurried pace. In the far distance a commotion could be heard, screaming and yelling could be heard as she continued on. Even though the commotion went on someone was following her, and she knew it as she shivered from the ominous wind that came from nowhere, the stench of rotting garbage and other unpleasant smells filling her nostrils from the dark alleyways. Tugging her coat closer towards her as a form of comfort she continued on, hearing the faint rustling of clothing coming from behind her. She stopped as she felt a hot wind against the back of her neck, a chill running up her spine.

"Who's t-there!" she whispered in a small panic as she turned around to see nothing behind her but the desolate deserted street she had been walking down the past five minutes. A sigh of relief left her lips "You're getting yourself worked up over nothing..." she murmured to herself in assurance and turned continuing on her path, glancing backwards every now and then.

She continued walking for a few minutes, without warning she was slammed against the old stone wall of a building, momentarily losing her breath as she heard an amused laugh. Her head was spinning from the impact of her head hitting solid stone, she felt someone breathing against her neck, a small chuckle escaping her captors lips. His hands moved against her body, slipping under her shirt and feeling the smooth warm skin of his prey.

"S-stop, please p-please stop" Her pleas came out in whimpers as she struggled weakly against the man who had her pinned against the wall. She felt something wet slide up her neck; a small whimper came from her lips as his tongue left her neck, stiffening in fear. He laughed again, this time a few more people hidden from her sight joined in, melting out from their hiding places in the alleyways and shadows of the street.

"You hear that? She wants me to stop!" The man pinning her against the wall said in a mocking voice, looking back to his comrades in amusement as they answered back with laughter. A small smirk crossed the man's pale face again, elongated canines poking out from his mouth.

The man didn't feel the stiffened body against him relax, nor did he feel the movements of her arm reaching under her coat. The only thing that was on his mind was blood, and maybe the body that was pushed against his. The girl against his body was petite, weak and mousy, and that how he liked them, his blood boiled at the images that flashed through his head at what he would do to her before killing her. His confidence was boosted as he heard shouts of encouragement come from his group as if they knew what he was thinking, a lecherous grin spread across his face as he turned towards the petite girl in front of him only to be met with the feel of cold steel pressed under his chin.

He was met with a cold glare coming from the pale eyes of his prey, "I asked you to stop" came her even and monotone voice. Before the male could respond his brains flew in every direction behind him, covering some of his comrades. They all went silent as they looked at the sight before them; their leader had been killed by a seemingly weak female. Within an instant their fangs were bared and their eyes flared to life with a deep red, ready to kill.

The woman's face stayed completely devoid of any emotion, pulling out another gun, now she had a set of her beloved 50 calibre Smith and Wesson handguns and kept them to her side. A smirk came to her face as she whispered "Byakugan!" the small group of vampires backed away with surprise written on their faces.

"A Hyuuga!" the group of vampires whispered in worried tones, unsure whether to fight or stand their ground as Hyuuga's were dangerous people.

Her indigo locks wiped across her face dramatically as she raised her gun, "Filthy cowards" she said in a voice loud enough for them to hear but low enough to know what her intentions were. Pushing the charring body of their leader off of herself, the body landing on the ground and exploding into a flurry of ashes. The vampires eyes were locked onto the remains of their leader, too distracted to notice that the Hyuuga had raised her guns and had already started pulling the triggers rapidly of her beloved guns.

This was a routine night for one Hyuuga Hinata: Vampire Hunter.

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