Maka Albarn, a scythe meister and student at the DWMA, awoke with a start, sweat drenching her face as the room came into focus. She calmed down slowly as she recognized that she was at home, she quickly glanced at the clock, 5:42 AM. Since it's almost time to get up anyway, I might as well start making breakfast, she thought to herself, and began to walk towards the kitchen. "Oooooh someone is up early."
A familiar voice called. Maka turned and saw Blair sitting on the counter, the cat looking directly at Maka. "You better make some fish for me." the cat said rather demandingly. Maka just rolled her eyes and continued into the kitchen. As she cooked, Maka thought back to the nightmare that had awakened her. The dream had been more a memory of the first time she had encountered Crona, when Soul got his scar. She forced herself to remember that Crona and Ragnarok were students at the academy and Ragnarok's ability to hurt weapons in their weapon form would never be brought to bear against students of the academy. "Yo what's for breakfast?", Soul's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "sausage and eggs." she responded. A few minutes later the pair were climbing the stairs up to the DWMA, as they reached the top they saw Blackstar fighting with a kid from a different class, because they hadn't been defeated after a single blow they were probably at the least EAT students. The fight ended quickly and Blackstar ran to greet them with tsubaki following a bit behind. After brief greetings the group of friends walked into the building and headed towards professor Stein's classroom. As they reached the door they saw Death the Kid meticulously inspecting a painting on the wall, he then moved it slightly to the side; and proceeded to have a symmetry related meltdown. After the combined efforts of Maka, Soul, Blackstar, Tsubaki, Liz, and Patti to get Kid off the floor and into the classroom. Once they were in the classroom, the day proceeded as normal, until just as class ended the intercom came on calling Maka and her weapon to the death room. As they walked through the guillotine adorned hallway, they made conversation about why they were being called in the middle of the day. As they entered, they saw the grim reaper in all his glory. "Hello, you two, how are ya." before lord Death's typical greeting could wear on, soul interrupted by asking "So why were we called here?" "Cutting right to the chase are we?" Lord death replied, "In Greece we have come upon an unusually troublesome Kishin egg, two students have already been severely wounded by it; we are sending you out to take its soul, as per our policy when dealing with an egg this powerful, Kid will serve as your standby in case you end up in trouble; I've already contacted your teachers, and the academy has purchased you plane tickets for 5:00 today, so i suggest that you go and get packing." "yes lord Death." Maka responded heading for the hallway, Soul in tow.
The flight to Greece was absolutely average, after the usual questions about the academy, Maka read, and soul listened to music. Once they had landed it was a different story, the hotel they had reserved a room from in advance had overbooked, and they had to find alternative lodgings, they ended up in a cheap motel, the kind used by those that had given up on the prospect of getting to a destination in one day. They didn't bother properly unpacking, immediately looking for information on the kishin, they knew that they were hunting a serial killer that had taken up the name Phalangite, and thus they went to the local police station, showing their DWMA student IDs they were allowed in to speak with the chief, "We've got a pretty good lead that he's going to be at an old church tonight, and we know he's been dumping bodies into the ocean at an old fish market." "Alright, We'll go to the church and you go to the market, if he doesn't show up at either, we know he's probably trying to lay low for the time being." the two parties agreed with Maka's plan, and headed to their designated locations. Kid had also arrived in greece, and he was in communication with his father so that he could be notified as soon as trouble arose. As soul and Maka stood on a fire escape, watching the area around the church, the latter using her soul perception to screen any passers-by, soul inquired, "So why do you think he took the name Phalangite anyway?" the response came quickly, "ancient macedonian foot soldiers were called phalangites and they used sixteen foot long spears called sarissas, his favored method of killing is multiple stab wounds, or impalement, thats why." a few minutes pass, and then Maka spotted their target. He was walking towards a tool shed, a bloodied sickle in his hand, "Lets go." Maka said, they lept down together into the pale circle of light given off by a nearby streetlight. The man immediately turned around and said "oh look, two new victims ready for the STABBING, ahahahahahahhahaahhaahahahaahaahaaa." the laughing alone was enough to unsettle Maka as she called out to her partner, and he transformed into a scythe, Phalangite charged, thrusting forwards with his sickle, Maka parried, and swung diagonally in a slash meant to cut her opponent in two, however, it was blocked by her opponent's quick movement, Phalangite tried to stab Maka several more times before resorting to a slash that was dodged, pushing his offensive advantage, Phalangite advanced before making an arcing attack that was not only parried quickly, but also had overextended, leaving Phalangite open to attack, "damn, you got me, congratulations." he said as Soul's blade cut across his body, falling in two pieces, his soul floating in the air, Maka watched on as her partner consumed the final remnant of their opponent, then out of the corner of her eye, she saw a red glow, "I smell blood." someone or something in the shadows said, Maka barely had time to cry out before the figure was on top of her, soul moved forwards quickly, his arm turning into a scythe, but he was batted away like a fly, maka saw the blood red eyes as the figure moved forwards, the fangs protruding from its mouth, felt them pierce the skin of her neck, the strange numbness falling across her entire body. Then a series of gunshots rang out across the churchyard and the creature hastily retreated. Maka was quickly moved back to the academy infirmary.
Spirit 'Death Scythe' Albarn grumbled as he walked into the death room, he had been pulled away from chupacabra's to go to the death room, "Death Scythe, i'm glad you're here, it appears that your daughter has been bitten by a vampire, we don't know if the one that bit her had the ability to pass on the curse." "I hope not for both her and her friends' sakes." Spirit said grimly.