After Tsukunes crushing rejection from Moka, the last that his friends saw of the human was when he threw himself off a cliff and into the sea. this was, of couse, before the story I'm about to tell you began, but it doesnt make any sense otherwise. This story starts 50 years later.

The town looked quiet, most people immediatly passed it off as one of those boring towns, but they never notice the true nature of it. It's actually a haven for Youkai outlaws. Though, right now, it was emptey, except for two people. One of these people was Count Vladimir Payne, a tall, white haired vampire, distantly related to Dracula, one of the greatest vampires to live. He was currently falling, losing conciousness, but his opponent wouldnt even grant him that. as the head of Vlad fell to the ground,his opponent started whining "nope, not worth it" stated Tsukune Aono. then the door to the tavern swung open, letting in stale, dusty air. "Undead? i hate undead." Tsukune whined.

Moka sighed, she was interrupted, again. she and her fiance, Johannes, were about to do the dirty dance when they were rudely interrupted, then she learned that her relative Vladimir, was killed. She also learned that the killer was not a vampire. so here she was, going to where the suspect was last seen. when she got to the town, she saw one person, surrounded by stinking corpses staring at her. when he noticed her, he stared at her, eyes starting to glow machinely orange. the figure was tall, seemingly cloaked in the shadows, and the eyes were the most startlingly feature, seemingly glowing. as soon as it noticed her, it dissapeared, then she felt a hand on their shoulder, and a startlingly familiar voice taunting "Iiii'm baaaack." the voice said, belonging to one Tsukune Aono. "What? Come back here!" shouted Moka into the nothingness.