Chpt 1

Author thinks she's really such a dumbass. She's hasn't even finished her other two fanfiction yet she's here, writing another one. Both aren't even halfway through. What is she doing…? Reviews for her madness?

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters that appear in PoT. Perhaps, this story is from inspirations, from everywhere and anywhere, above and beyond.

Atobe looked boredly at the pair of vampires in front of him. They had brought back what they call an offering to the Head of the Coven. Heads, in fact, Atobe chastised himself. Mustn't forget his other lovers, he turned his gaze to Fuji, who had a female vampire cooing all over him. He swatted her away like an annoying fly and told her to get on all fours; she'd be better as a foot stool. The female vampire whimpered. Fuji coddled her; telling her he was joking, giving her a glamorous smile and then told her, "Sweet pie, I want to taste that blueberry pie down the road."

"I would get anything for you, Master!" the female vampire cried enthusiastically.

Fuji made a big show of sighing, "Alas! They are only opened in the day… Would you still get them for me, love?"

The female vampire shrunk back; vampires cannot be out in the day.

"More's a pity, get it else I'll never see you again," said Fuji, emotionlessly.

Atobe chuckled inwardly; Fuji did have some sense of sadistic streak in him. Everyone knows vampires themselves do not have the sense of taste, yet Fuji wants the female vampire to obtain blueberry pies. It was an impossible task. Tezuka said something about besides the heightened basal senses and increased physical abilities, the rest of their cells were run by the power that runs the night. Although their body still pumped calmly with their previous blood meal the night before, they were basically dead.

He glanced back at the stoic man; Tezuka was reading The Social Contract, written by Rousseau, an old friend of Tezuka. It was an old book but still kept better in crisp conditions; it was the original copy that Tezuka had obtained personally from the hands of Rousseau.

He turned his attention back to the two vampires in front of him. He might play king in the Coven, but all knew who the Heads of the Coven were. There were 4 of them. Keigo, the self-proclaimed king, Fuji, the genius, Tezuka, the respected one who handles the paper work and Yukimura, the widely feared Torturer. Yukimura was out tonight, hunting.

The 4 of them had shared the same Maker. She was one who collected them all, based on their strengths and quirks. She never favored a particular one of them, yet favors them all. She was much adored by them. A century ago she went into the light, making them promise to be safe. They had widened her Coven, making it the most powerful in name, in strength and in power. They had taken a lot of pride to choose the best. But overtime, quality control may be difficult to keep. Tezuka swears the generations are changing; the turning of blood may warp some personalities but the strengths still remain.

The 4 of them still shared their private Coven, behind closed doors, mourning the loss of their Maker, sometimes within the comforts of their oversized bed.

Atobe sighed. From what he had gathered from the 2 vampires in front of him, there had been rumors flying about the Coven that there was competition to gain his attention and interest.

"And how might you achieve it, plebeians, by bringing me… this?" Atobe made a careless gesture with his right hand, referring to a naked female, unconscious, laid in front of him.

"Sire, we hoped this might interest you. She's untouched and chose specially for you," one of the vampires smiled brightly at him.

Atobe growled, fangs bared, "Fools! You would only gain attention from the towns! What had Yukimura warned you about!" There had been careless killings lately, attracting attention of their kind. Humans were kept in the dark about them, but that didn't mean they could do just about anything they wanted. Though they were not the only Coven of vampires in the vicinity, they didn't want to take any chances.

The 2 vampires whimpered at his feet, "Please, don't send us to him! We meant no harm!"

"Send me who?"

A gust of cold wind blew into throne room; the 2 vampires shivered. Yukimura appeared standing at the left of Atobe, one elbow propped on the other's shoulder.

"Varden and Toms, for you," Fuji replied, stalking towards Yukimura from the seat below the elevated platform. Yukimura stretched out his free arm to anticipate Fuji's arrival. Fuji clasped his left hand into Yukimura's, who had brought it to his lips and glossed over it. Fuji shivered, delightfully; a smile appeared on Yukimura's face.

"Just send them to clean the house. Be off with it, Varden and Toms. You have been warned." Tezuka's voice rang out from behind. He was getting annoyed at the simpering of the 2 vampires. He felt a headache coming up.

Ryoma's head hit the wooden tables with a hard knock. The whole council of vampire hunters turned to stare at him.

"Are we done yet?"

The council was called to an urgent meeting after 5 bodies were found early that night, bled dry. Ryoma was the youngest in the council, yet having made highest count of 87 kills by the age 21 made him the best. Even his father had barely reached 80 when he was 21. His trainer, Sumire, was shaking her head at him.

"I just don't see why we couldn't bust our way into their house and confront them about it?" Ryoma was not a believer of violence, but he knew the necessity of it. "We do know the address."

One of the elders, Nickson, glared at him, "Kid, they are mindless killing machines. And confront them in their territory, you must be dumb!"

"Why not? Or we could do your way, Nicky, drive a stake through their hearts?"

"Nickson, boy! Mind your manners!"

"Shush you two! Ryoma, apologize," said Sumire. Ryoma mumbled something under his breath. Sumire looked at him with her warm eyes, "Ryoma, there are about hundreds of vampires housed there, we cannot go in! It's too dangerous!"

"Whatever, I'm out of here. You can continue to discuss this while more bodies are been found. Have a good day, Nick."

The elder roared at him, about to lurch out of his chair. Sumire pushed him back down, a palm firmly placed on Nickson's chest, enough strength to warn Nickson that a fight between Nickson and her student, she would definitely take Ryoma's side.

Ryoma stalked out of the room and slammed the door shut.