Guardians are made to protect Vampirs. Those words are drilled into the minds of all Guardians from the time they are born. For those who do choose this path, to differ means certain death.

Vampirs are born wielding one of the six main elements; Fire, Ice, Storm, Myth, Life, and Death. Magic was gifted to Vampirs to protect themselves. Only to protect themselves.

Some decided to take it to the next level. They raided the streets of human cities, killing innocent civilians and taking control, craving dominance. Yet at the same time, these Vampirs had lost control. They were savage beasts, said to have glowing red eyes and pale faces. They had abused their magic and lost themselves to power. These were called Jinns.

The remaining Vampirs streamed together, and attacked the Jinns, attempting to win the human race their world back and melting into anonymity as they always had.

The Jinns, however, were stronger. Their lust for power had made them stronger, faster, and more agile. However, the Vampirs noticed they could no longer use the magic that they had been gifted with.

Some Vampirs were struck down, but rose again, reborn as Jinns.

The remaining Vampirs fled, hiding in all corners of the world. Some decided to blend in with the humans and lead normal lives. However, despite their efforts, something new was born. When a Vampir and a human created a child, that child was not human, nor was it a Vampir.

This child was not gifted with magic. This child was strong, agile, quick, and clever.

This child was born to protect Vampirs.

This child was born to be a Guardian.

This child was to always put Vampirs ahead, and so were many more.

Character Bio:

Name: Shitsuki Nakano

Age: 18

Occupation: Kobe Academy Student (Vampir)

Talent/Skills: Life User

Height: 5'5

Weight: 47kg

Hair Colour: Dark brown

Eye Colour: Dark brown (Almost black)

Name: Hitomi Nara (Tomi)

Age: 18

Occupation: Kobe Acamedy Student (Vampir)

Talent/Skills: Myth User

Height: 5'4

Weight: 44kg

Hair Colour: Light Blonde

Eye Colour: Blue

Name: Killua Zoldyck

Age: 22

Occupation: Kobe Academy Graduate (Guardian)

Talent/Skills: Immense physical strength, speed, stamina, and quick-thinking

Height: 6'1

Weight: 71kg

Hair Colour: Silver

Eye Colour: Blue

Name: Raiden Moto

Age: 21

Occupation: Kobe Academy Graduate (Vampir)

Talent/Skills: Fire User

Height: 6'3

Weight: 66kg

Hair Colour: Dirty Blonde

Eye Colour: Green

Shitsuki's Abilities:

Auras- Not necessarily offence or defense. She can see the person's "aura" or spirit floating around them like mist. The colour identifies the person's mood or intent.

Healing- By placing her hands on the wounded area, she can transfer her well-intended spirit into the other person, healing any poison, and internal or external wounds.

Compulsion- Can compel someone to do or say something in her favor. (Example: compelling someone to say positive things about her to another person.)

-Can plant a thought in their mind, literally compelling them to think that way. (Example: compelling someone to see the benefits of a situation, while making them oblivious to the negatives.)

-Can make someone see or believe something is there, even feeling the object. (Example: knowing someone has a fear of spiders, and making them feel as if there are spiders crawling all over them.)

I stood in front of Raiden's door, knocked, and took a deep breath

We hadn't had classes since the attack, but our normal curfew hours were still in effect, and it was almost bedtime. Raiden's face registered complete and utter shock when he saw me. It was the first time that I ever sought him out, rather than vice versa.

"Little Vampir," he mused, stepping aside. "Come in."

I did, and was nearly overwhelmed by the smell of alcohol as I passed him. The Academy's guest housing was nice, but he clearly hadn't done much to keep his suite clean. I had a feeling he'd probably been drinking non-stop since the attack. The TV was on, and a small table by the couch held a half empty bottle of vodka. I picked it up and read the label.

"Bad time?" I asked, setting it back down.

"Never a bad time for you," he told me gallantly. His face looked haggard. He was still as good-looking as ever, but there were dark circles under his eyes like he hadn't been sleeping well. He waved me toward an armchair and sat down on the couch. "Haven't seen much of you."

"I haven't want to be seen," I admitted.

I'd hardly spoken to anyone since the attack. I'd spent most of my time by myself or with Tomi. I took comfort from being around her, but we hadn't said much, She understood that I needed to process things and had simply been there for me, not pushing me on things I didn't want to talk about- even though there were a dozen things she wanted to ask.

The Academy's dead had been honored in one group memorial service, although their families had made arrangements for each person's respective funeral. I'd gone to the larger service. The chapel had been packed, with standing room only. Father Andrew had read the names of the dead, listing Killua among them. No one was talking about what had really happened to him. There was too much other grief anyway. We were drowning in it. No one even knew how the Academy would pick up the pieces and start running again.

"You look worse than I do," I told Raiden. "I didn't think that was possible."

After lying in bed for five days straight, sobbing my eyes out and being depressed, I finally made a decision. A decision I would stick to.

He brought the bottle to his lips and took a long drink. "Nah, you always look good."

"C'mon, I know I don't look nearly as attractive as usual. For me… well, it's hard to explain. The auras are getting to me. There's so much sorrow around here. You can't even begin to understand. It radiates from everyone on a spiritual level. It's overwhelming," I sighed.

"I guess it's the same for me, even though I'm not a Life User and can't see people's auras. I just wanna get away from all the sadness," he replied.

"Is that why you're drinking?"

"Yup." He offered me the bottle, and I shook my head. He shrugged and took another drink. "So what can I do for you, Shitsuki? I have a feeling you aren't here to check on me."

He was right, and I only felt a little bad about what I was here for. I'd done a lot of thinking this last week. Processing my grief for Killua had been hard. In fact, I hadn't even really quite resolved it . After all, more than just him had been lost. Teachers had died, Guardians and Vampirs alike. None of my close friends had died, but people I knew from classes had. They'd been students at the Academy as long as I had, and it was weird to think I'd never see them again. That was a lot of loss to deal with, a lot of people to say goodbye to.

But... Killua. He was a different case. After all, how did you say goodbye to someone who wasn't exactly gone? That was the problem.

"I need money," I told Raiden, not bothering with pretense.

He arched an eyebrow. "Unexpected. From you, at least. I get that kind of request a lot from others. Pray tell, what would I be funding?"

I glanced away from him, focusing on the television. It was a commercial for some kind of deodorant.

"I'm leaving the Academy," I said finally.

"Also unexpected. You're only a few months out from graduation."

I met his eyes. "It doesn't matter. I have things to do now."

"I never figured you'd be one of the dropouts."

"I told you. I have things I have to take care of."

He arched an eyebrow. "Things that are going to get you into trouble?"

I shrugged. He laughed.

"Stupid question, huh? Everything you do gets you in trouble." He propped his elbow up on the couch's arm and rested his chin in his hand. "Why'd you come to me for money?"

"Because you have it."

This also made him laugh. "And why do you think I'll give it to you?"

I didn't say anything. I just looked at him, forcing as much womanly charm as I could into my expression. His smile went away, and his green eyes narrowed in frustration. He jerked his gaze away.

"Damn it, Shi. Don't do that. Not now. You're playing on how I feel about you. That's not fair." He gulped more vodka.

He was right. I'd come to him because I thought I could use his crush to get what I wanted. It was low, but I had no choice. Getting up, I moved over and sat beside him. I held his hand.

"Please, Raiden," I said. "Please help me. You're the only one I can go to."

"That's not fair," he repeated, slurring his words a little. "You're using those come-hither eyes on me, but it's not me you want. It's never been me. It's always been Zoldyck, and God only knows what you'll do now that he's gone."

He was right about that too. "Will you help me?" I asked, still playing up the charisma. "You're the only one I could talk to ... the only one who really understands me..."

"Are you coming back?" he countered.

"Eventually."

Tipping his head back, he exhaled a heavy breath. His hair, which I'd always thought looked stylishly messy, simply looked messy today. "Maybe it's for the best if you leave. Maybe you'll get over him faster if you go away for a while. Wouldn't hurt to be away from everything."

My seduction faltered for a moment.

Raiden sighed. "Why is everything so complicated with you?"

"Will you help me? Please, Raiden?" I ran my fingers along his hand. "Please help me." Low, low, low. This was so low of me, but it didn't matter. Only Killua did.

Finally, Raiden looked back at me. For the first time ever, he looked vulnerable. "When you come back, will you give me a fair shot?"

I hid my surprise. "What do you mean?"

"It's like I said. You've never wanted me, never even considered me. The flowers I gave you, the flirting… it rolled right off you. You were so gone for him, and nobody noticed. If you go do your thing, will you take me seriously? Will you give me a chance when you return?"

I stared. I definitely hadn't expected this. My initial instinct was to say no, that I could never love anybody again, that my heart had been shattered along with that piece of my soul that Killua held. But Raiden was looking at me so earnestly, and there was none of his joking nature. He meant what he said, and I realized all the affection for me he'd always teased about hadn't been a joke either. Tomi had been right when she'd told me about his feelings.

"Will you?" he repeated.

"Of course." Not an honest answer, but a necessary one.

Raiden looked away and drank more vodka. There wasn't much left. "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow."

Setting the bottle down, he stood up and walked off into the bedroom. He returned with a large stack of cash. I wondered if he kept it under his bed or something. He handed it to me wordlessly and then picked up the phone and made some calls. The sun was up, and the human world, which handled most rich Vampirs' money, was also up and awake.

I tried to watch TV while he talked, but I couldn't concentrate.

When he finally finished his calls, Raiden handed me a piece of paper. It had the name and address of a bank in New York.

"Go there," he said. "I'm guessing you'll have to go to there anyway if you're actually going to go anywhere civilized. There's an account set up for you with… a lot of money in it. Talk to them, and they'll finish the paperwork with you."

I stood up and stuffed the bills in my jacket. "Thank you," I said.

Without hesitating, I reached out and hugged him. The scent of vodka was overpowering, but I felt I owed him. I was taking advantage of his feelings for me in order to further my own devices. He put his arms around me and held me for several seconds before letting go. I brushed my lips against his cheek as we broke apart, and I thought he might stop breathing.

"I won't forget this," I murmured in his ear.

"I don't suppose you'll tell me where you're going?" he asked.

"No," I said. "I'm sorry."

"Just keep your promise and come back."

"I didn't actually use the word promise," I pointed out.

He smiled and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "You're right. I'm going to miss you, little Vampir. Be careful. If you ever need anything, let me know. I'll be waiting for you."

I thanked him again and left, not bothering to tell him he might be waiting a long time. There was a very real possibility that I might not be coming back.

Life User- The rarest of the elements that a Vampir can be gifted with. This element is the weakest in terms of physical offence. Every user interprets their spirit differently, which has an effect on their abilities.

Death User- Physical attacks are not that strong. Skills include: the ability to posses one with your own mind, making them do as you please, the ability to suck someone's energy out of their own body and implanting it in your own, etc.

Myth User- Uses an immense amount of energy. Skills include: the ability to conjure or summon a creature and use it to attack or defend, or conducting a spell to amplify their own attack, or weaken the effects of another's attack.

Storm User- The strongest of all the elements. Skills include: the ability to cause a large storm, such at a tornado, hurricane, or tsunami, large-scale or small-scale. Can also control all water in the area.

Fire User- The ability to create fire at will, and use it to create barriers, or to attack.

Ice User- The ability to create ice to forge weapons or barriers, and to make any water nearby into ice. Also have control over all snow and can create snowstorms, (similar to Storm, but Storm users have no control over snow.)

A/N

I was curious to see how it would work out if I created an AU Fanfiction. Let me know through reviews or Private Messages if you see and holes in my story so far :3

Don't worry, there will be a lot of explaining in the next chapter, (The attack, where Killua is and what happened to him, etc.)

Also, Vampir is pronounced VAM-PER. Not Vampire, lol.

Thanks for reading if you got this far! XOXO

-Olivia