Hey guys so this is my new fanfic. It's a but more supernatural, so I hope you like it. BTW, under any circumstances do not compare this to any other fanfic. I make unless it is constructive. Thank you.

The night was quiet, the winds calm, everything in the forest of Death City seemed, well... dead.

I looked around, honing in on every instinct. Suddenly, the wind picked up for a second again, and I knew I had to move. I ran like a kishin was at my heels, the wind whistled in my ears, and rushed onto my face, whipping my ponytail back to trail my every movement like a blaze of light trails fast moving cars in movies. I continued the hunt, it was making my mind race. The want to go faster, to do more, to jump farther from branch to branch, it was a thrill. These were some of the things I loved, they made me feel alive.

I kept running after my prey, this one was almost as fast as me...

Almost.

It really didn't stand a chance though, because technically, the thing was still alive, it needed to breathe, its heart still beat. It would only be a matter of time before I caught up to it again. I landed on another branch, glad it didn't give way or break on me, or else I would have to start the hunt again. I was drained of energy, I needed it, I wanted it, I desired it and craved for it. The warmth of the black liquid going down, gushing out, and raining down around me. The desire burned with the rage of hell, and it was taking over, becoming my only driving force. Bloodlust. It was so strong, it was sensual the way I could just feel and taste the blood.

Maka studied the creature as it lurked near campgrounds, waiting for its own prey. She hoped the wind would die down long enough for her to ambush it without its finding out about her stalking. Every time she wanted to ambush it, the wind picked up and it would smell her. It knew how the food chain worked, and ran.

Thing is, when you run, a vampire's predatory instinct is to give chase.

That's right, Maka Albarn is a vampire. Well actually, she's a hybrid.

Maka Albarn was the daughter of Kami and Spirit Albarn, Kami was a vampire, and Spirit a human, well, weapon. Maka was therefore half-human, half-vampire. It was said that a hybrid was something that technically couldn't exist. What they forgot to account for was that there were other creatures, such as demon-weapons, who weren't entirely human. All weapons are descendants of those Arachne used magic and a witch's soul to make into weapons, and as such all have transformation abilities. So when Maka was conceived she was able to be a hybrid, an in-between. She was able to grow and develop, but didn't need anything other than mama's blood to sustain her. But enough of the icky scientific explanation of how she's possible, she just is and that's that.

She kept a close watch on her prey, waiting for the right time to strike. If she did now, she would hit the tree branch that was in between the pre-kishin and her. She looked around the forest for a way to get it to move just a bit closer. The leaves were various firey shades of red and orange, perfect.

Maka silently plucked a few dried leaves from the branch beside her, and as the breeze picked up she crunched them, letting them be carried away by the wind towards the pre-kishin, hoping that it would run from the scent as it always had.

And she was right.

The pre-kishin ran as soon as the leaves blew past it, but it was too late, before the gentle breeze carried the leaves to it, Maka had already landed on another branch, ready to attack. It ran right in front of Maka, and she pounced on it. Her teeth sunk into the humanoid flesh of the kishin, and boy did it feel good.

She reveled in the feeling of the warm substance gushing into her mouth. The taste was great, as this pre-kishin wasn't as close to being a demon as others were. The blood was still a dark red, so it was still enjoyable. It nourished her, she could feel her power growing tremendously more, as she was on the brink of exhaustion. It was just over two weeks since she last fed, and that was bad, real bad.

It wasn't her fault though, the DWMA, or perhaps better known as Shibusen, had students that hunted pre-kishin and witches. Pre-kishin were her prey, as were most witches. She resented those kids, always taking her food from her. It wasn't fair, almost every time she had a target set, some stupid Shibusen kid would take her prey. She was a young hybrid, at a certain age, she would stop aging, but for know she was still growing. Maka was 16, so she still had quite some time before two weeks without feeding would be like two minutes to a human, and she enjoyed her food while she could.

Perhaps just a little too much, because she hadn't noticed that she had an audience until a boy with piercing amber eyes came up just a few steps from her, and fake-coughed to show that he was there. He wore a suit, as per usual; Maka had seen him a few times before, he was the son of Lord Death. He was a Grim.

Maka didn't necessarily hate him nor his father, but she didn't like them much either. Lord Death set up the DWMA and Kid always was there to cut her meals short, she didn't like feeding in front of others.

"Well I can see you're busy, but if you don't mind, I need to collect the souls that this pre-kishin ate and send them off, and also the pre-kishin's soul as well."

Maka glared at him, fangs still deep in the thing's neck; she blushed from embarrassment and was glad that Kid couldn't see her. She retracted herself from it, tossing it on the ground unceremoniously. Dark red blood still on her lips.

"It's all yours." Maka replied nonchalantly

She licked her red lips while staring at the dead pre-kishin, as if she still wanted some, Kid staring at her the entire time, bright Amber eyes piercing her. She looked back at Kid with her cat's eye green ones, and brushed herself off as if it was nothing. But that's exactly what it was, nothing. This happened a lot since Kid helped his father reap souls and the DWMA was set up. So much so that the two actually had an uneasy friendship of sorts.

"Thank you." Kid was always such a stiff when he came a little early and saw Maka feeding. Especially when she looked like she was enjoying it immensely. He would have reached for Liz or Patti, but he didn't have either of them with him, his father told him to never bring a weapon on a reap.

When he asked why, that was the first time Lord Death introduced him to Maka. She had skin like porcelain, emerald eyes, and silky golden wheat hair. He could remember her in the goth looking sailor-ish outfit, much like the one she had on now.

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Kid was 13 years old at the time, and Maka 12. At first Kid didn't understand the all visual and no-audio explanation, as his father was usually a talkative man...reaper.

"I don't get it. Is she a special weapon or something?" A very confused Kid asked.

"Why don't you show him what I mean dear." Lord Death suggested to Maka

"Are you sure it's okay? Papa said never to tell anyone, and mama would be mad at me if I did." Maka replied nervously

"Okay sweetie, wait one sec." Lord Death left them in the Death room to go get someone. Who, they had no clue.

"So what's your name?" Maka asked, not really caring, but not liking the silence either.

"Death the Kid, but most people call me Kid."

"Can I?" Maka asked, thinking saying Death the Kid was too formal sounding

"Sure, but what's your name."

"Maka Albn." She said, muttering the last name so Kid couldn't understand.

"What?"

"Maka Albarn." She said the last name as if she resented that, and Kid suddenly remembered why.

"Wait, so you're Spirit's daughter."

"Sadly so."

"Oh, well if it's any consolation, you look nothing like him."

"Good. You know, I'm beginning to like you already."

"Why's that?"

"Because I hate my father, that's why."

"MAKAAAAAA! You've finally returned to papa! Papa loves you soooo much!" Spirit burst into the room with Lord Death behind him, running towards his daughter in an attempt to hug her.

"MAKAAAA CHOP!" Much to Kid's amusement, she pulled out a book seemingly out of nowhere, and knocked him out in one blow.

"I'll never consider you my father you annoying twit." Kid was shocked she would talk to her father in such a way, and that she hit him, without an repercussions.

"My Maka hates me!" Spirit started crying out like a little Kid, much to Lord Death and Maka's displeasure.

"REAPEEE-"

"MAKA CHOP!" Kid was amused and fascinated by how she beat Lord Death to a chop, no one had ever done that before.

"Nice chop, Maka-chan" Lord Death praised

"Thank you." She was glad that the one known for chops recognized her, it felt like winning an award.

"Okay Maka, so Spirit and I here talked with your mother on the phone. She said it was okay with her as long as it was okay with Spirit, and Spirit said it was fine, so you can show Kid." Kid was curious as to what it was she had to show him.

"Okay, here goes." She said

Suddenly, Kid could feel a wave of energy from seemingly out of nowhere, as if a witch released Soul Protect, but this wasn't a witch's soul, in fact it was nothing he felt before. Her eyes started growing a brighter shade of green, much like how a cat's eyes glow in the dark. Her soul was powerful, and dark yet bright at the same time, an equilibrium of sorts. He appreciated the balance as long as it lasted. The pretty daytime sky of the death room became gray, and the room seemed to be more dark, but only partly ominously. It was more beautiful than ominous, and Kid was confused even more. Jet black shadowy tendrils swirled underneath her feet, as if she was walking on shadow. They surrounded Maka for a moment, growing taller then breaking off in the form of bats and swarming, once again surrounding her, encasing her in darkness.

"She's really one for theatrics isn't she?" Lord Death asked

Spirit nodded in agreement, "Yes she is, much like her mother. But to be fair, we didn't say she shouldn't fully transform, we just said show Kid, so otherwise she probably wouldn't be as dramatic."

As son as Spirit finished talking, a figure of a woman encased in shadow stood before Kid. One of the bats on her left thigh came off, revealing pale skin. This was followed by another on her right hand, revealing fingers with perfect nails, shiny but not with anything on them, followed by another over her left eye, revealing a bright green eye. Soon enough, others followed, and the bat-shaped shadows swarmed around her, and carrying off into the dark gray sky. A young woman stood before Kid, no more than 21 years of age. Kid was confused for a moment and didn't realize the woman in front of him was indeed Maka, the same once-flat-chested Maka he saw not a moment ago. He looked at the woman's eyes, and he noticed it was her.

It wasn't that her eyes were the same shade of green, because they weren't, no they were brighter, but rather it was the look in them that made him know.

The broken, wrathful, and angelically beautiful mix of emotions he couldn't place. Those same emotions he noticed in Maka's eyes before she changed. She looked at him for a moment.

"Hey Kid." She smiled nervously and he saw them. Her fangs.

"So you're a vampire? That's really cool! I've never seen a real vampire before!"

"I wouldn't be surprised, my kind are hunted by humans, so we tend to stay away. We're considered monsters because we need blood to survive and killed for it when a hunter shows up. Then of course there are fledglings that can't control themselves, so they die a lot. I hope you can see why I was nervous before."

Kid was somewhat heartbroken at the news, he knew it all too well. His father had sometimes had to personally kill fledglings that were considered dangerous and made it near Death City, if they were a threat to his city, they were to his students, and he wouldn't let any harm that could have been avoided come to them.

"It's okay, I understand."

"So, you're not afraid of me?" Maka was astonished at his enthusiasm.

"I'm a grim reaper."

"Okay, allow me to rephrase. You don't find me to be disgusting or an abomination or a monstrosity?" 'Why is she so shocked?' Kid thought

"No! I mean I guess drinking blood doesn't sound too appetizing," Maka frowned and Kid quickly added in "but you need it to survive like people eat meat, so it's okay with me."

"Really?" Kid nodded in response and Maka ran up and hugged him.

"OH THANK YOU SO MUCH!" She was seriously strong, and even though Kid was a reaper it was starting to hurt.

"Maka, you're. crushing... me." Kid chocked out

"Oh! I'm sorry, I forget I'm strongest in this form." Then Kid noticed it, Maka's eyes gleamed. She was crying!

"Don't cry! I'm so sorry for whatever I said, just don't cry please!"

"They're tears of joy silly." She replied, smiling at him

"Oh, okay. Mind if I ask you a question?"

"Shoot."

"Why did you change so drastically?"

Maka smiled at him some more, "Oh! Well you see, I'm a hybrid. I wasn't bitten, I was born. My mother Kami, was a vampire, and Spirit there is just human. This is my vampire form. Because weapons have transformative abilities, I work somewhat the same way. At any time when I'm not in this form, my vampire blood can be partially active. When I use my abilities or feel blood lust, it is kind of like a weapon's partial transformation. The transformation you just saw fully awakens my vampire blood, because the weapon blood transforms as well. I'm older because this is the age at which I will stop aging permanently, much like you, because reapers stop aging at young adult are too, don't they?"

Kid was suddenly reminded, and it somewhat hurt him, but he didn't show Maka. "Well, in a sense. I can control my aging after I reach adolescence, and when father steps down I will need to control it so I can continue the Shibusen legacy."

Maka still sensed it, however, she could sense his Soul in pain, and she resented herself a bit for hurting one of the first people to accept her; one that wasn't obligated by blood to do so." She didn't tell him but decided to change the topic of conversation.

"By the way, I don't only live on blood." She mumbled.

"What?"

"I don't only live on blood, I figured I should tell you just in case."

"Really? Why not?"

"It's a genetic thing, I'm the only known hybrid to ever live, so apparently I'm able to eat food like a normal human, but it doesn't do much for me, not as much as blood does anyways."

"Interesting, well even though I'm a reaper and technically living-dead as well, I can eat food too."

"Hmm, really? I was wondering what you guys do to survive."

"What? Did you think we eat souls?"

"No, weapons do that."

"Only to get stronger though."

Maka mouthed an 'O' like she was a little kid being explained something for the first time.

'Well, technically she is.' Kid thought

The two talked to each other, mainly asking questions that sounded like two scientists learning about different species. Like they were so alien to each other. But that's what they were. Maka's kind hid in the shadows, away from others for the best for everyone, and reapers were even smaller in number. They talked throughout the day and well into the night.

Kid learned that Maka wasn't too fond of the idea of feeding on humans, so instead she hunted pre-kishins. Her mother sometime fed on pre-kishins, but usually stuck to humans, specific ones called familiars. She told him that familiars are humans whom vampire have performed the ceremonia osculor, or sacred kiss, on. Kid told her her knew what it means, because it was important for a reaper to know every language and the burial rites and customs for the dead of various cultures. Maka in turn told Kid she also knew various languages, and so the two started speaking in any language they could think of. Since they were still learning, however, sometimes they would change the language to avoid sounding stupid when they were stuck. The two took fun in learning about each other through various languages.

Maka continued on, saying that familiars are basically bonded to one vampire for life. "A common side effect for familiars is that they develop an attraction to the vampire master or mistress. It may seem like love to most, ad some humans see it that way, but we see it more as an obsession, a fixation on their master, as it's basically that unhealthy. The vampire doesn't just need to bite a human to have a familiar though, we need to drink each other's blood, which is also conveniently the first two steps in becoming a vampire. This is because the third step is death. A person must die with the blood in their system to be a half-turned, and last, they need to feed on blood. Human blood. Anyways, it's easier if the person turning into a vampire is submissive to the vampire, because they are usually the ones to turn them, and by turn, I mean kill. Familiars are so infatuated with their masters that they wouldn't do anything that causes any harm of any kind to their master, and would even die for them. It's a bit more extreme than what I hear the bond between a meister and weapon is. As comrades, I guess its expected for some weapons to die for their meister or vice-versa, but that bond is breakable. The bond between a vampire and their familiar is a bit one-sided, and lasts forever. Its only reversible in early stages, such as if the vampire hasn't given blood yet, then it wears off in a couple of hours to a few days."

Kid was so curious about what she had to say, he urged her to talk more about vampires, especially when she already seemed so knowledgeable on the subject of meisters and weapons.

"I just know the basics about meisters and weapons, but if you insist, I guess I could tell you a bit more on familiars. Well, let's see, typically a familiar is seen as important and shouldn't be fed on more than once every 48 hours, but a lot of vampires who lack discipline break that rule. Also there's a rule that states familiars should be treated fairly and with respect, compassion, and affection, not be be abused or mistreated. Familiars should be willing, not necessarily told about being bitten, but there should be at least a pre-existing bond strong enough for a familiar to accept the vampire. The codex allows vampires to use seductive powers if they are desperate to drink, instead of needing consent. Familiars may act as many positions in a vampire's life, such as a personal accountant, chef, or maid and sometimes are married, like mama and papa were. Papa wasn't really a familiar though, because mama never gave him any blood. So he's just attracted to mama, but still, you get the point."

"Hmm, interesting, so you said something about a codex?" Kid was intrigued, Maka sounded like she was talking about a fiction book.

"Oh yeah, Lord Dracula put a codex in place to keep the vampire population under control. Anyone under his domain who breaks the law is subject to a Blood Trial, to which one from the noble lineage will drink the blood of the accused. This is to determine if they are lying, any found guilty are subject to being burned alive. It may seem harsh, but the codex is pretty simple. The only reason things like the number of times one feeds on a familiar is because it would be impossible to get the familiar to testify against their master, that AND the fact that the nobles don't see humans as all that important. One of their lifetimes is a blink of an eye to an elder like Dracula. Instead, they sometimes prefer to feed on other vampires. It's a bit more... intimate though, feeding on a vampire than a human. Usually vampires will do so with either their sires or those whom they have sired themselves, as it is usually a sign of complete devotion."

After some more chatting, Maka mentioned that she didn't socialize much, as she's a vampire and not many know how to deal with that. When Kid offered her an opportunity to meet his weapon partners Liz and Patti, Maka said she wasn't too crazy about the idea. Kid understood, and promised to keep her secret. He and Maka pinky swore, because both found a spit handshake was too gross. That was the basis of their bond, a secret. It may have seemed fun to them at first, but later they would learn to realize that is wasn't as easy as one thought, and that keeping secrets more often than not lead to consequences.

Towards the end of the conversation, Maka changed back because she thought it was weird for a grown woman to act like a little kid. The shadows surrounded her once again, forming bats, but all they did was swarm, blocking the view of Maka instead of resting on her for a moment as they did before.

It was the most hauntingly beautiful thing that he ever saw.

"I'll get that for you," Maka said, snapping Kid out of his reverie. She noticed Kid didn't have any weapons with him, and that the pre-kishin hadn't ble dout enough to die yet. Instead of wasting his time she felt around for something to kill it with.

On her right hip rested a coiled whip, but that would be an inefficient way to kill it. She had a gun on her lower right leg in a holster hidden by her boot, but she didn't want to make any noise out in the forest, just to attract people before Kid could reap the souls. She felt her left leg and her hand met the hilt of the throwing knives she had in the holster.

Bingo.

With a sudden flick of the wrist, she threw a knife into the thing's back, severing its spine. It raveled into ribbons and then wrapped up into a single red soul surrounded by a bunch of other blue ones.

Kid went over to the red soul and put it in a small satchel on his left while collecting the blues one by one and placing them into an identical satchel that rested on his left. Maka sat down on a low branch.

"So how are things, Kid?" She asked; she was in a fully transformed state and felt as if the way she looked bothered him. When he turned his back on her to collect some other souls, she changed. He turned back to see a younger Maka, now 16 years of age.

"I'm okay, I guess. Hey, can I ask you something?"

Maka was worried, she knew she didn't need to be, but she still was, "Shoot."

"I'm worried for you, the students in Shibusen are getting stronger and are even more anxious to go out for more souls. I'm worried that you're not getting enough food. I guess what I'm asking is are you okay? And don't lie to me."

"Well, this was the first blood I had in over two weeks, and I guess I shouldn't be doing that, but every time you tell me where to find another pre-kishin either another one of the students gets it first or comes in when I'm about to attack. Sometimes when I'm fighting one a student comes by and stops it, thinking I was about to be killed. I can't fight in front of them or they might start having questions about me. I guess what I'm trying to say is, it's hard. To be honest, I don't think I can do another two-week fasting. It's not how the cycle goes, I should gradually prolong the fasting times, I'm not even full-born and I'm starting to feed like one. I'm worried Kid, I really am." Her voice was grave, somewhat helpless. He couldn't stand hearing her tell him about her struggle to find another food source, if she kept it up, she could get ill and die.

"Then it's settled then."

"What are you talking about?"

"My father told me to watch over you, and I'm going to do just that. Here," he reached into his coat and pulled out papers.

Application papers.

"They're all filled out. I asked father if you could attend Shibusen. He liked the idea but said that you would have to come willingly. I figured if you weren't doing well I'd offer you the chance to attend. You'd be in the same class as me as you're more than able to fend for yourself. The papers are all filled out and Spirit also agreed, but only if you wanted to. It's entirely your choice, but it would mean a lot to me if you accepted. I... We just want you to be safe, and it would be easier for me to ensure that if you were to attend. So will you please attend, for me if not for yourself?"

Maka thought it was too good to be true, "Wait, what about needing a weapon, if we were to resonate they could found out what I am."

"You could train under Professor Stein, he can teach you to be autonomous, if you so choose, but he would need to know the reason why, as would the other staff, but they would be required to keep a secret under confidentiality laws. Once you were enrolled you would also have a dual-citizenship of sorts, you would still be under vampire codex laws and customs, as well as the rules for meisters and general student rules, but you would still have the rights and perks that come with both. You would also still keep your noble title if you so choose."

"And ONLY the staff would know, right?"

"And me, and whomever else you choose to swear to secrecy. But otherwise, yes." Maka ran up and hugged Kid.

"Thank you so much Kid." She said into his chest, because he was a whole neck and head taller than her.

"Congratulations, Maka. Welcome to Shibusen."