Author's Note: For all those who have read my previous work; yes, I know, I haven't posted in months, I really should have been doing a Bleach chapter, but I've had this idea in my mind for a while now, and it's been getting more insistent these last few days, so I decided to go ahead and get it done with. I will post chapters for this fic, but fear not, I have not abandoned my Bleach fic. For those more familiar with my Slayers fics, well, I haven't come up with anything new for awhile, so, yeah....*mental note- Make time to watch Slayers some time to try and get ideas* As for the rest of you: HELLO! This is my first Rosario+Vampire fic. Though I can't say that I'm a terribly big fan of the high school drama/harem romance genre, Rosario+Vampire is a clear exception. It's got cool fights, it's got comedy, it's got fan service, it's got hot girls, and it's filled to bursting with supernatural creatures. My cup o' tea, and Moka certainly kicks Edward Cullen's butt, and Tsukune's no Bella. But, anywho...

This takes place....ummm...not really sure about the timeline, since I haven't read much of Part 2 yet, but I like to stick with the canon. I do know that this follows the manga, and NOT THE ANIME! The anime...it's, well, it's not Rosario+Vampire to me. It's more like....Overabundunce-of-Fan-Service-Con, with Rosario+Vampire characters and general plotlines. (Yes, there is such a thing as too much fan service, ya pervs)

Kon (from Bleach)- *cough* Hypocrite! *cough*

Shut up! Anyway, you're probably getting bored now, so I'll just get on with it...

King Arthur's Army from Monty Python and the Holy Grail- GET ON WITH IT!!

Ahem, anyway, yeah. You have all the relevant information sans spoilers (and plenty of irrelevant information), so I'll just get started now.

Disclaimer- I do not own Rosario+Vampire in any way, shape, or form, etc. etc.

Rosario+Vampire

"Dragon and Vampire"

Prologue

"…And so I ask you once again my brothers: Why should we- the monsters- be forced to skulk about in the shadows while the human vermin continue to multiply like the cockroaches they are, destroying everything in sight?"

The gathered crowd shouted their approval once more, then their voices died down a moment later so that the speaker, the sasquatch Nathan Bellanger, could continue his oration.

"But try as we might to fight back, those fools, the Hell Kings, continue to preach coexistence and fill our children's heads with trash about human superiority and about how we have to live in peace with them! This is blasphemy of the worst kind! even if you aren't particularly religious! We are monsters, it's in our blood: The urge to fight for survival. And since the dawn of time, we have had one single foe that we have fought with over and over and over: MAN!"

The crowd cheered again.

"So, what are the Hell Kings up to with this, you ask? Well now, that's a good question. Some- the bleeding heart boot lickers- say that the Kings are foresighted, and that they are doing this in order to protect us. Others- the idealistic and the naïve- say that they have the Monster Race's best interests at heart, but that they don't know how else to go about it yet, or that they're just waiting for the opportune moment to strike back. The clearer headed say that they're just a bunch of old fools who've forgotten what it means to be a monster.

"But here's what I say: I say that they've made a pact with the humans! I say- no- I KNOW that in exchange for wealth and power amongst the human elite, the Hell Kings will keep the rest of us down so that we can't rise up with our superior powers and abilities! Just look at how they live and you will see that what I say is true! One of them has a cushy job as the headmaster for the school in Asia, while another one- so I've heard- lives in a big, fancy seashore mansion, while the rest of us must scrape for our survival while living behind the barriers, amidst the humans, or even in the middle of the wilderness! Don't you see!? The Hell King's have betrayed us! We must rise up and…"

The young man decided that this had gone on long enough.

"Excuse me!" a male voice exclaimed as his hand shot up from amongst the crowd. The space around him was quickly emptied as the gathered monsters glared at him furiously, and none more so than sasquatch Bellanger himself. Not only had this youngster dared to interrupt the revolutionary's speech, but he was also in his human form though all the others were in their true form. This would not do at all.

"Sorry about the interruption," the young man went on, ignoring the glares and clearly not at all sorry, "But that thing that you mentioned about blasphemy… How is it blasphemous for us to not drive the humans into a panic that might result in a war that would destroy both sides, after spending five hundred trying to convince them that we don't exist?"

Nathan opened his mouth to bark a retort, but the youngster interrupted him again before he could even get the words out.

"And as for this so-called "conspiracy," do you have any kind of proof whatsoever that this is happening outside of speculation, or is this like those Area 51/U.S. Government Alien Cover Up and Faked Moon Landing things where you just make up stuff because gullible people will listen?"

"Now listen here, you!" the sasquatch roared, "Unlike you, I actually have some pride in being a monster- as evidenced by your clear preference for looking like a disgusting human rather than being in your true shape!"

"So….That's a 'No,' on the evidence thing, I take it?"

Many in the crowd looked like they were prepared to jump on the boy and eat him, but Bellanger shot them all a glance that made it clear that the heretic was his.

"How dare you…," the sasquatch breathed in a low, barely audible growl.

"And back to the blasphemy thing," the boy went on, apparently oblivious to the danger that he was in. "Have you ever even read anything out of the Codex?"

Bellanger blinked and took a step back in surprise, an odd grin forming on his face; while much of the audience laughed aloud.

"The Codex!?" someone laughed, "That dusty old book? Who believes anything out of that anymore?"

"And more to the point, who would even read it?" another guffawed, "It's full of thee's, and thou's, and thine's, and…Hehe, and no one even talks like that anymore. What a snooze!"

"How sad," the boy whispered to himself, looking down at his shoes. "How sad that we've lost so much of ourselves that even our heritage and our history is openly mocked."

"Look, kid," Bellanger said, his anger diminished and at last able to talk past the laughter, "I don't know who filled your head with this junk- personally, I blame the school system- but believe me: You've got it all wrong. Now why don't you run back home and maybe check out our group's website. We've got plenty of information on how the real world-,"

"No, it is you who are mistaken," the boy snapped, matching the bigfoot's previous anger with rage of his own. "You are a fool who refuses to believe in any truth but the one that you find the most suitable; and one of the many fools who throws away his own heritage for the sake of modern thinking. The Hell Kings are right in what they do, and you're just a big, stupid gorilla who likes the sound of his own voice too much!"

The sasquatch's rage returned tenfold, and his body began to visibly tremble with barely suppressed anger. Everyone within twenty feet of the podium moved back as far as the old lumber mill would allow so as not to be caught by Nathan's rage.

"YOU STUPID HUMAN LOVER!" the sasquatch roared with a savage roar, "I'LL PAINT THE WALLS WITH YER GUTS!"

With that, the great monster launched himself off of the stand, his massive fist coming down in a double-fisted hammer blow. A sound like the detonation of a bomb reverberated throughout the building and into the wilderness beyond; causing flocks of birds to scatter so as to momentarily block out the sky, and terrified animals to flee until they could run no more.

The mostly dirt floor of the saw mill was indented with a crater ten feet in diameter, with clouds of sand and old sawdust swirling through the air. But the sasquatch's expression was one neither of triumph nor of pleasure, but rather one of fear; for his arms had completed not even half their intended arc over his body, and he could feel the steel grip which clutched his hands.

"You're a fool, Nathan Bellanger," the boy snarled up at the ape-man who stood at more than two and a half times his own height, "And a dangerous fool, at that. But you were right about one thing at least: We monsters, we're born to fight. But I'm afraid this one's over."

With only the barest amount of effort, the boy took a step back and hurled the sasquatch over his shoulder, as if the bigfoot were no more than a basketball. Nathan gave a baritone squeal as he sailed over the heads of his audience and took out the entire south wall of the mill. Immediately, the decaying building began to collapse, and the gathered monsters fled for their lives out into the wilderness of northern Canada.

When the dust was settled, only two people remained. One was a young man standing amidst the debris, his body coated with a layer of sawdust; and the other was a tall woman with short black hair and elfin ears standing calmly beside a black all-terrain SUV.

"That could have been handled with a good deal more subtlety," the woman observed calmly as the other picked his way through the mess.

"Yeah, I, um, could have handled that a bit better, I guess. But, you know me: Subtlety is overrated."

"Indeed, you do say that; though I disagree," the woman said with a slight laugh. "But you did well. These fools should be too scared to be causing any more trouble for a while now. Plus, we got most of them tagged on their way out, so we should be able to keep better track of them in the future."

"Good," the boy groaned, leaning against the hood of the large car and taking a swig from the water bottle that his companion had offered him.

They sat in silence for a moment before, seemingly out of the blue, the woman asked, "How is your Japanese?"

"Decent, I guess," the boy answered carefully, his voice indicative that he knew what was coming next. "Why?"

"Well, there's a certain someone in Japan that we would like you to keep an eye on, someone that I am given to understand is expected to be very important for the future of our people. This person is a student of the prestigious Asian monster school: Yokai Academy. You will be enrolled at Yokai, remain as a student until your target has graduated, befriend him if you can, and protect him at all costs. Intel indicates that he is prone to more life threatening situations than the average yokai, and that there will likely be even more attempts on his life in the future."

"I see," the boy nodded his understanding as he took another drink. "So, who and what is this guy?"

"His name is Tsukune Aono: A human."

To Be Continued...