My mini-series for my AkuRoku Vampire/Werewolf series. Check my DeviantART profile for faster updates.

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Riku's POV (point of view)

I kicked my feet off the ground heavily, my sharp golden sunset eyes locking on my target. I landed on the ground softly on all fours, digging my sharp black painted nails into the dirt and shooting into the air once again. I landed behind my fake demon wooden dummy with a small sound, and before it could move, I picked myself up and twisted its neck sharply. A loud crack was heard which made body rise triumphly.

Someone behind me clapped boredly and I turned around to glare at the creature. My body immediately told me to attack the target out of habit, but I forced myself to stop. My so called "trainer" was there, shaking his head in disgust.
'No, no, no, Riku! You've got it all wrong!' He sighed, turning his body. I rolled my eyes and sighed harshly. 'You've got to try harder. Vampires are fast and smooth. No noise.'

I hissed at him, no one would tell me what to do. Trainer or not. I have my limits.

I tired speaking in my calmest, softest voice, but how I was raised made it hard to do so. 'So? Maybe im not like the others. Maybe im different. Being different was a good thing, last time I talked to Master. Maybe I could be an original.'
'No, no, NO! Riku! You are not. You are the third of three originals! You can not and will not be different! You will train as your two brothers did before you!' My trainer roared, his demonic dark blue midnight hands waving in the air.

I growled, defeated.

A small shy knock came from the metal steel door enclosing me in this training hell hole. My sliver eyebrows rose as I wondered who it could be. My demon trainer flew to the door, his black and neon red wings flapping furiously. 'Yes?' he asked in an irritated voice. I didn't know if he was annoyed at me, or at the interruption.

A small ogre cub trotted slowly into view, he's entire body was shaking, quivering with fear. 'E-e-e-er, sir, R-R-R-Riku n-n-n-needs-'
'Spit it out boy!' The demon roared. I laughed slightly. It was in my blood.
'Ahh!' It screamed shielding his face with its small delicate arms. He must have been under three years, he was very tiny. "R-R-Riku"
I rolled my eyes. Pathetic creature. Couldn't even talk straight. He wouldn't last in this world much longer.
'NEEDS TO GO TO MASTER!' The cub yelled before running out of the room.
I stared blankly at the empty space where the ogre stood.

My demon trainer turned around slowly and glared at me. I looked at him with the same face. 'Go.' He said in a small, annoyed tone. I immediately ran past him in a flash and followed the fiery pathway through Hell.

Hell was my hometown. My birth town. I knew most of the ill forgotten, evil wretched creatures that roamed. My creator, or so called father, ruled them all. He was the Prince of Darkness. The one who controlled all. And all included me.

I was created as a test experiment, along with two other victims. Together we were the Three Pure Fangs. We were the original Vampires. The first ever blood suckers.

The three of us were an unstoppable force. No one could even put a scratch on us. We stood up for each other. Helped if you so called it. Teamwork. But then… My father… created them.

We were so destructive that the Prince got jealous, said we needed someone – or something – that could have even the smallest chance of defeating us. And that's when he made the wolves.

Werewolves. Our foes. The ones we were made to kill. The ones created for us to kill. He set them loose into forgotten worlds. Our task, to destroy when seen. Number I and II went after them as a mission from Father. I although, being the youngest and weakest. Was forced to stay and taught to control my powers and use them against anything that stood in my way. I didn't like that idea. I liked my dark life the way it was. But Satan was just jealous.

I knocked roughly on another metal steel door, my knuckles trembling for more pain. I liked pain. It was my friend. Torture was always a favorite of mine. Just watching helpless victims beg for mercy made my body scream for more. Watching their pitiful faces cry and plead. I guess I got that from my father and siblings. They loved that stuff too.
"Come in, my son." A low, demonic voice roared from inside. Even when he was trying to be nice… The Prince of Darkness would always have a tone which flew down your spine and make your stomach churn. I wish I had that power. It would be fun to use against the worlds. And soon, I will have it.

I opened the door without hesitation and walked into the room with my cold hands in my pockets. My golden eyes automatically locked onto the new shadow in the room. Not my father's, but my brother's.
'Number II.' I smiled, walking over to my sibling but not bothering touching him.
He glanced back, his longer sliver hair blowing in the somewhat slow wind.
'Riku.' My father called. I automatically –once again out of habit- turned my head towards the speaker. 'Sephiroth.' He did the same. I guess habits ran in the family too. 'How was your trip?'
'Fine.' He replied in a slow, impatient voice. I envied him.

My creator turned his head slightly towards me. I stood up straight but did bother changing my facial expression. 'Riku.'
I nodded slowly.
He smiled humorlessly. In the corner of my eye I saw my brother do the same thing too.
'I have a mission for you.'
My head rose slightly, showing more of my chin. 'Oh, really?' I asked. My first mission. He finally trusted me enough. Or… something was up.
"Yes. Something… unfortunate has happened involving Number I so I want you and Number II to go out and destroy the evidence."

I rolled my eyes, a double mission was better than nothing in the end.
My sibling took a step closer to the Prince, his tone aggressive and annoyed. "Master if I must, I do believe I can-"
"Silence number II." My father interrupted, holding his hand up in front of Sephiroth, his palm facing towards us. "This is as much importance to you as it is to Riku."
I smiled… forcefully.
'His name is Sora Livingston.' I clicked the name into my head, trying not to forget it. 'His new born life is considered a threat to us all. He was suppose to die but, sadly lives to tell the tale of how he almost died by a rouge flu.'
I chuckled softly to myself, shaking my head in disbelief. 'What a tragic and pathetic way to die. "Oh, I was killed by a disease, boo hoo.'"
Number II sighed, 'You cant talk when you're dead, idiot.'
'Shut up, Sephiroth!'

The two of us closed the door to our father's room and Number II immediately turned to me and glared.
'Why did you have to come and screw everything up, pipsqueak?'
'I dunno… He asked me to join, and hey! Im a better fighter than you!'
Number II scoffed.
'Outside. Now.' I snarled.

I walked slowly over to the battle grounds, regretting what I said earlier. Who was I kidding? I had no chance in beating my older brother because he 'graduated' Vampire School years ago and ive barely even beaten a stupid dummy! I hissed swears words under my breath as I slowly began to see a proud shape form in front of a large crowd.
"Finally came, Riku my boy, took you awhile, a dead sea turtle could beat you."Sephiroth said inside my head.
I growled in thought and took longer steps towards my doom.

That was another thing we had in common. All three of us could hear each other in our heads. We and all vampires had one special supernatural power which no one else had. Sepiroth had the power to teleport himself anyway and the ability of speed. He used those powers to his advantage when it came to fighting. You could never see where he went and in the end he would just stab you in the back. Literally.

My power was much more complicated, my talent was being able to use any supernatural power –Vampire or not- within a distance. That came in handy too. I could just use Sephiroth's power against him. Although, the only problem with my talent was that I would have to first learn the move before I could use it. But that didn't take long. I was a fast learner, although, my father didn't think that.

My other brother and Number I in our little Trio, I didn't really know much about him because he left the day all three of us were created. All I knew was he was the wisest out of us all. I scoffed at that comment.

I entered the Circle of Death awkwardly, watching the audience cheer and boo loudly. I was never an attention seeker, in fact, I hated all attention. I was a quiet, person. Yet, I wasn't shy. My father says he messed me up. Saying that he accidently made my personally quiet, and not my attacking skills. Oh well… No one's perfect.

I looked up at my brother who was standing over a pointed rock. He looked quite ridiculous standing out the crowd.
All high and mighty. Pathetic. I hope I don't end up like him… I would shoot myself in the head!
"Hey at least I don't have to show off. I don't need honor where im heading." I replied back with a snap.
Sephiroth laughed, "And where are you heading, boy? Down the drain? No one would ever ask you for help. You're a pathetic excuse. It's a shame really; you could have been a great hit for Vampires out there. Too bad you wasted all your powers."
"And what have I wasted my powers on! Im been here against my will and you know it!"I growled in my mind again, this time lower as I drew closer into the fight
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Sephiroth jumped off his rock and landed on the ground, two meters in front of me without a sound. He smiled cockily, waiting for my response. All I did was roll my eyes which even then, made him happy.

I took a step forward, closing in the small gap we made. I looked up at my opponent and swore in my head. He laughed manically.
'Ready to die, Pure Fart?'
I rolled my eyes again, "That's the best you could come up with?'
A small Cheshire Cat smirk appeared over his face, 'Yes.'
'What about? Fang Banger? Pasher Dasher? Blood Fucker?'
Number II laughed, "Yes."
I groaned and pushed him to the ground with force, starting the fight. The crowd roared at my weak starting attack but nevertheless they were entertained. Sephiroth got to his feet immediately and hissed, his freshly made oven baked bread eyes, turning black.

I suddenly, out of habit, pounced onto my brother, crawling up to his neck and tried snapping it. Failing to do so, Number II took the advantage and grabbed me by the legs, throwing me into the sharp rock he was standing on moments before with a crash. I fell to the ground harshly and rubbed the spot where I was hit. Sepiroth laughed humorlessly at my weakness and tackled me into the rock, hitting me again proudly.

I fell to the ground again this time, my head and stomach both groaning with pain. I swore under my breath and tired getting to my feet, only to be pulled back by the collar of my shirt and punched right in the nose.

I spat out the blood that had began to build in my mouth, leaving the rocky floor with a small splatter of red liquid. Sephiroth jumped back, landing on the pointed rock once more and looked down triumphly. "Done yet Riku? You won't win. You and I, and the rest of Hell know that."

I remained quiet with my head looking at the small bloody floor as the crowd slowly began to move away. I could hear a few boo's and murmurs about the lame fight I put up but I didn't bother looking at the faces. Number II jumped down off his rock and walked slowly over to me, placing his arm over my shoulder and softly rubbing his knuckle on my cheek. "You can't win Riku, you know that. You weren't built to win against your fellow siblings. You need to understand that."
"I understand nothing. And I will never learn." I replied coldly, shifting my shoulders away from his arm.
I started walking away but I could still feel my brother's cold eyes stabbing me in the back.

Two months past and in that time I couldn't have been happier. I finally got out of that stinking fiery hellhole and found my way towards my destination. Killing a newborn vampire would be no easy task. Who ever and whatever he's been hanging around could affect how he's fight. If two of us have been sent out to destroy one creature, then something must be up.

The atmosphere had dramatically changed since I left my prison. In Hell, there was fire brewing everywhere you went. Tortured souls hanging from nooses and demons whipping enslaved victims in every corner of the rooms. Here, it was bright and sunny, with barely anyone around. Large trees covered most of the fields, making it harder to see into the distance. Instead of a river full of lava, I came across multiple streams of clear wet liquid called water. Funnily enough, I tired drinking some of it and spewed it all over a rouge bear. Too bad he couldn't defend himself properly. Oh well. Blood is blood.

Every now and then, I would run into a village, or small town. One day, I came across a strong scent which smelt similar to me, although, it didn't ring any bells. I sighed and turned around, before an old woman, grabbed my shoulder and gave me a loaf of bread to take with me on my journey.
"Here, you look tired." She said in a calm, worried voice.

I forced a smile and nodded gratefully, even though, I could never eat such a thing. Instead of throwing it away, I merely walked up to the closest and poorest family I could see in my vampiric vision and snarled down the bread in front of the children living on the streets. After I finished gargling it down, I looked up at their needy, helpless faces and smiled.
'Yum, that was delish, you should go buy some. It's worth it.'
I then walked away happily, impressed at my selfishness. I really did have a sadictic mind.

Using my powers, I began to feel, the closer I became, a stronger use of supernatural powers affecting me. After another week of searching, I was able to recognize one Vampire with the ability to read minds. That was very helpful as I was able to use that talent to get a few pictures of what my target looked like and smelt like. This person… Roxas… was his step brother… and would do whatever he could to keep Sora protected from anything. He must be why Sepiroth and I both have to come. He must be very powerful.

Another two weeks past and I learnt a lot more about this mission. The real reason why both of us had to work together was because there was a whole pack of them. Ten of them. Ten vampires verse two Pure Fangs. I didn't see how we had a chance but Sepiroth was always very good at fighting… I guess he could survive. I doubt I had a chance though…
I never did.

Finally, I found him. His scent was a strong one. He smelt like fairy floss and cinnamon on toast. The scent blew me miles away. I'd never come across anything like it before. His rich… candy like flavor. It sent my taste buds into frenzy. How could I kill someone like him? It wouldn't work. I would be too distracted. Sephiroth would take that advantage of me. He would kill the kid before I would even be able to focus and take all the glory. That was so like him. I bet he's never completed a quest before without stealing it off some helpless victim.

I followed the sweet scent for hours, running into other unknown scents along the way. It was easy to tell which one was his. I would miss that scent… I really would.

The scent lead me to a small pond, which was hidden by all the large trees in the dark forest. I slowly crawled my way as close as I could to the target without being seen, heard or smelt. He was a small kid. My age. And he was beautiful beyond belief. Lovely brunette hair, large blue eyes with dark blue eyeliner, taking the advantage of his eyes, making them the centre of attention. A small slim body, with agonizing, hypnotic hips. Nice sense in clothes. He wore the same kind of stuff I did. Red and black clothes with jeans. Perfect.

I sighed, daydreaming about the boy when the kid turned his head in my direction. I swore under my breath.
'Hello?' He asked in a small, scared tone.

His voice sent my demonic, never beaten heart soaring through the midnight sky. He was just so… perfect. I sighed again as he looked straight at me, although, he couldn't actually see me.

I remained in my crouching position as I followed the skipping kid through a field of trees and water and into a Mountain Lion cave. He was brave to feed alone… In a whole cave of lions… Nice. He had guts. Bravo young fighter, bravo.

From the corner of my eye I saw a ball of sliver hair slyly fly across the field but I knew it wasn't mine.
'Sephiroth!' I snarled.
My brother just turned his head slightly, so I could only see the side of it. His smirk never left his face.
"Don't fuck with him." I mouthed, hoping he would know what I said.
Number II just nodded but suddenly, in a blink of an eye dashed inside the cave.
I screamed and followed him, running as fast as I could to get to the kid before he could.

Trees dashed pasts me in a flash but I was carelessly avoided them. I didn't want him to die. He couldn't die like this. He must have some sort of reason to live. If someone has to guts to face two Pure Fangs over one measly death of a kid… then something had to be up… I mean… I know the kid's sexy as all hell… But something… There has to be something.

I followed my brother at a rather intense speed. He entered the cave only a second before I did but in that small amount of time, I was already too late.
'SEPHIROTH!' I screamed as he dived for the brunette and pinned it to the ground.
The kid struggled to get out of his grasp but unfortunately couldn't.
He groaned and screamed, 'Help! Somebody! Anybody!'

I took a step closer to the two targets. Thoughts ran through my head. Who should I kill? My brother, the harder one. The stronger one. I one I barely had a chance with. But, if I won, I would have Sora by my side. Or kill the brunette? The easier one. The one which I was suppose to do? The one to set me free from my father's grasp? But, if I chose that, he would die and I'd never see or smell him again…

My sibling grabbed the brunette and roughly bit into his neck. The boy screamed with agony and fell to the ground in a split second. I gasped and fell to the floor too, my head dragging my body down. Tears started falling from eyes and I gasped once again. This feeling… Water… Liquid running down my face. How was it possible? I'd never felt anything like that before… The kid… Sora… he made me feel things id never felt before…

I let the new feeling of liquid fall down as I began to build courage through my body. I never had the chance to stand up for myself before. No one would ever let me do it. If I didn't do what I was told I would get tortured by the Prince of Darkness himself.

Slowly, I picked myself up off the cold wet floor and glared at my brother, who was still on top of the brunette. I flinched at that position but took a step closer, throwing all my courage out in one.

I shuddered as I began to speak. 'Let him go Sepiroth.' I growled lowly, taking another step closer.
Number II huffed. 'Or what, pipsqueak? You'll kill me?'
I growled again, 'Yes!' and then I dived for him, my sharp nails out to grab him by the neck and my eyes focused on winning the already lost fight.