The dark night sky blazing with stars was truly a beautiful sight to behold and Sakura wished she had the time to stop and truly appreciate its beauty.

Unfortunately, the men attacking her were making that a bit of a problem. "Get down here you little fucker," she muttered at one of the men in the trees. He hesitated, obviously not expecting her to notice him hiding up there.

"Fine. I'll come to you," she glowered as she jumped up into the tree, swinging around one of the branches and into the higher branches above. The man in black waiting for her realized how close she was getting and finally decided to take aim with his high-powered rifle. Sakura narrowed her eyes. "Not likely."

Milliseconds later, long enough for the man to blink, Sakura reached across his throat from behind him and drew a clean, red line across it with her dagger. The man sputtered as he fell forward out of the tree, hitting several branches on his trip down. Sakura stood up on the branch she'd been sitting on and, without looking, reached out to her right with the rifle the man had held and shot three other men hiding in one of the trees nearby. They all fell to the ground below, their faces frozen in surprise. She calmly sheathed her dagger. "Now where did…ah—there you are," Sakura took a single step off the branch and plummeted to the ground below, hardly even pausing when she landed, immediately continuing her walking that was momentarily disrupted by the pesky stretch of empty space between the branch and the ground (yes—like from Underworld.). Crossing the field before her in three beautifully fast strides, she grabbed the bumbling man trying to escape by his collar, the last of his team. Lifting him up off the ground with one arm, she stared up into his face. "Who sent you." It was not a question with an option of answering.

The man sobbed. "I can't tell you! They'll kill me! Worse—they'll torture me for years, then they'll kill me!" The night-vision goggles he'd been wearing had fallen off his head and hit the ground with a heavy thud. He struggled in her grasp and glanced around fearfully, praying another one of his team was still alive to help. This was supposed to be an easy disposal mission. They were gravely misinformed. He swallowed. "Please, you don't understand. They will torture me."

Sakura raised an eyebrow. "I don't really give a damn. Now—who are they?" She tightened her grip on his throat and allowed her nails to grow into sharpened claws that painfully grazed the delicate skin of his throat.

He began to cry real tears now. "You don't understand. The power they have is incredible. You can't fight them!"

She chuckled humorlessly. "Can't I?" With that, she grabbed his head and twisted it around. He fell in a lifeless heap to the ground with his head staring up in surprise from the back of his body. "Gods, you're annoying." She stretched her body lithely like a cat, her arms reaching upwards to the stars. "Can't believe they sent someone as pathetic as you. It's fucking insulting."

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"WHY didn't you get the truth out of him? We needed that information. Now how are we supposed to know who it is that's after you?" Tomoyo followed Sakura around their little BOP (base of operations a.k.a. Tomoyo's GIANT house), nagging her every step of the way. "Do you realize how bad this could be?"

Sakura grabbed a bowl and poured some of the leftover egg-drop soup from the refrigerator into it. She then turned to the microwave, shoved the bowl inside and jabbed a minute onto the keypad. "He was driving me nuts, Tomoyo. He was so pathetic he wouldn't have even been able to form thoughts that were focused enough to tell me who it was. All he was doing was stammering away about how fuckin' scared he was…" She got hit. "Ow."

Tomoyo glared at her. "You know I don't like it when you swear."

Sakura rolled her eyes so her dear friend wouldn't see then turned around and smiled at Tomoyo. "I know. I'm sorry." She turned to walk down the hallway towards the room she had casually dubbed as hers, knowing full well she may at any time be unable to live there anymore. (Tomoyo hollered after her "I saw you roll your eyes! Don't think I didn't!")

Once in the room called hers, she collapsed on the bed shoved into the corner. Her room held no semblance of personality in it, containing little more than some heavy dark red curtains and an old wooden nightstand with a black lamp on it. It made things easier for her should she ever have to split and leave all of it behind.

After all, being what she was, she had to keep on her toes every single minute of her life. The people she came from may have been reported as condemned and all records destroyed, but that didn't mean others of the same section weren't after her…as was made very clear that night.

She was a freak. A lab rat. A disgusting creation of a test tube that was never supposed to exist. And there were people out there that were well aware of this fatal fact. People who were ready and prepared to wipe out any memory of her in order to cleanse the earth of such monsters. Not that there were even others like her.

She was alone. She was forever to walk by herself on her confusing and jolting journey through life.

She was vampir. She was werwulf. She was a vampiric werwulf.

She was sentenced to die from birth.

So what do you think? I'm not sure if I'm going to further with it, unless you guys want me to……so comment, puh-wease.