Did you heard of the female vampire and the Russian tengu?!
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Summary:
AU. In a world, in which mystical creatures live unknown to the most, moving in the shadows of society, Xanxus has two offspring, Tsuna's father a secret and Byakuran a twin. Will there be chaos or harmony?
[Attention: Oc-Warning]
Not my first fanfiction but the first one I want to upload in English. Since I ain't
a native speaker, I'll excuse any bad grammar or misspelling ;3
The prolpgue is rather short. The further chapters are going to be longer, at least a little.
I hope you'll still enjoy it and I would be happy about some reviews, even short ones.
Prologue: Savages
The covered eyes observed the area. In the pitch-black night a black car stopped at the front door of a lonely mansion. Only the purr of the motor and a quiet rustle filled the night air. A man, mid-twenty, blond hair and brown eyes, got out of the vehicle. Neither his look nor his wear was anyway special or appealing. Yet, the veiled stranger watched him like a predator waiting for his prey to tap in the trap.
Unknowing the billionaire passed the gate, leading his hand towards the handle. Behind his back the stranger jumped silently to the ground. Just as the leather coat lowered ,still causing no sound, a shiver ran through the man. Every inch of his body screamed.
The same moment he was willing to turn around, he felt the warmth on his throat. A smell of metal crawled up his nose. Trembling and horrified the business man stumbled backwards, searching for a hold and reaching into nothingness.
By now the man knew he would die. His screams would remain unheard and his legs could no longer save him from falling. A dull sound lighted the soundless darkness.
Before his brain collapsed of hypoxia and his suddenly heavy eyelids closed, he identified the silhouette of a person. This masked face, the mischievous smile. He heard stories of this beast with the red mask, disbelieving that he would come for him: Taito the Dragon.
The figure jumped up the stonewalls of the dooryard, looking down to his victim a last time and cleaning the sharp, nearly transparent claws of the blood. Another mission completed. Hopefully Roy is already finished. Preoccupied the murderer stuffed a bloody tissue inside the coat.
Fleet-footed the dark one hopped on the roof, watching a man with a conspicuous red scarf climbing up. He look through his pilot specs and nodded. The masked one imitated him before they fled the crime scene.
"I've got a runny nose."
"Well?", Roy asked, while he removed his goggles.
"Give me a tissue.", the masked one said, raveling her red rubies and the short black hair.
"Yeah, whatever.", the green haired replied and scratched his nose, which was covered by the scarf until now. The strange pair walked out of the forest, after they divested of their disguises and tucked them in a black bag.
"Where did you parked the car?"
"Downtown, near the bridge. I guess nobody would care, if some strangers leave it there in the night for a stroll through town.", he replied and shouldered the backpack.
"True that. But I hope you didn't parked in a no parking zone..." Her red eyes meet the green with a glare. His deadpan expression made her groan.
"I ain't an jerk!", he hissed sharply.
"Could you please stop your swearing? And we both know exactly what happened last week."
"That one fucking time. I believe I need to hear that fuck over and over again." The green haired cursed in rage, yet watching the streetlights refection on the water beneath him.
"I said stop swearing.", she sighed, knowing that he would never listen to her as regards that, "Say, isn't it odd how we get to see such beautiful things, even so we kill?" She stopped, watching the dim light reflecting on the water, shining on some waterlilies and carps. Nobody else was outside. Cold air streamed out of the forest together with the screech of an owl. Faintly the water bicker along under the bridge. From the other side the noises of clinking dishes, lively discussions as well as loud music spread to the pair.
"Gotcha question? Getting philosophic again? You know I don't care and you don't care, too. Life is ferocious and mafia even more." Roy looked up to the sky and leaned on the parapet, lighting a cigarette.
"I know. It's just getting late and I find it has something amusing."
"Sometimes I question myself became your lieutenant, in moments like these I believe your black humor is adorable, Lady Verona.", he spoke and smirked at her. The ravenette laughed before hopping in the vehicle.