Author's note: Jus something' I wrote when I was bored, slowly slipping into madness….keep in mind, if you want the fic to go beyond a first chapter, I need you to tell me cause I don't wanna waste space unless I use it! Enjoi!

The New Blood To Be Shed

Ch.1

Squall walked from the cockpit of the Ragnorak to the holding cell they fashioned out of the sleeping quarters to hold their prisoner. His shoes clicked lightly as he made it and opened the door. It slid open to reveal Seifer, handcuffed to an overhead railing in the back of the area.

The blond wore his usual garb, minus the trench coat which lay tattered to the side of him, and his hair was the same as well. The only difference he could see was the three cuts he had on his head. One by his left eyebrow, one by his left ear, and another across his right cheek, all of which Zell had given him upon capture and all of which were bleeding freely.

They had received news of the ex-sorceress's knight running in Balamb. After an hour of searching, fighting, and pursuit, they finally caught him. The SeeDs were ordered to bring him to Esthar for a trial and most likely, an execution.

"Come to take pity on me Leonhart?" Seifer rasped as his chest heaved with the pain of a bruise forming, made by metal knuckles.

Squall shook his head as he leaned on the doorframe to the room.

"No, I just wanted to check on you."

"Right, you just wanted to check on me," Seifer scoffed, "So you can 'accidentally' break my nose?"

"Look, I'm sorry about what Zell did but believe me, he's not getting out of it. He'll be punished for what he did to you," the commander replied.

Back when they had subdued Seifer, Zell had beaten him down when he was defenseless. It wasn't until Squall found him thrashing the poor guy that the SeeD had stopped.

"Yeah right, they'll probably reward him," the blond scoffed again, "He'll be a hero in everyone's eyes, cause I'm the villain."

"You killed hundreds," Squall countered, "I think that's enough to spark some hatred in people."

"Technically, I didn't," Seifer spoke as he leaned forward a bit, or as much as the cuffs would allow, "The Galbadian soldiers did, yet I catch all the crap from their actions cause I told them to do it. Whatever happened to the saying, 'If he told you to jump off a bridge, would you do it?'?"

"It was their duty."

"Yeah, well forget it," he said as he leaned back, "I'll land myself a nice grave in Esthar now, always wanted to visit the place. Now, I'll be living there."

Squall stayed silent, was this the right thing to do? To let a young kid that was being controlled by an all powerful sorceress get killed for something he wasn't really responsible for?

He was about to say something when the ship suddenly rocked violently.

Seifer's eyes widened in surprise and he yelled out in pain as the force of the ship rocking had wrenched his arms that were attached to the pipe overhead.

Squall regained his bearings and ran out of the room, the door swishing closed behind him. He ran up the stairs and to the lift. Finally, he reached the cockpit.

"The hell's goin' on?!" he yelled as the ship rocked again, more violently this time.

Zell and Irvine clung to the seats as the Ragnorak unstably moved and Selphie was fighting for control of the ship.

"I dunno man! One minute, everythings' fine and then the next this starts happening!" Zell yelled as he fell back from the force of the ships' movement.

Squall fought his way to the front and held on to the back of Selphie's seat, "What's happening?"

"All the controls are kaput, we're spiraling!" the girl replied frantically.

"Down?!" Irvine yelled from his spot.

"No! Forward!" the girl replied.

They all watched as the air in front of them swirled into a type of vortex.

"Oh shit are we going into that thing?!" Zell yelled, his eyes widening.

"Hang on!" Squall ordered as they went in.

Angel stood in front of his windows as sun set. It was a beautiful sight that he had not seen in two-hundred some odd years and now it seemed as pretty as ever.

The vampire was mildly irritated when his moment was interrupted by Fred coming in to his office.

"What is it Fred?" Angel asked.

"Um, sorry to intrude, but we have reports coming in that a strange ship has crashed south of LA an hour ago," the scientist said, "The people there want our help."

"We don't deal with Martians Fred."

"Well at first that's what I thought, but this ship is giving off some weird readings Angel."

The vampire turned, "Like what?"

"Well, remnants of an unknown fuel source is giving off a weird aura and also, this ship crashed only a couple hundred feet away from an inter-dimensional hotspot."

"You think they're not from here?"

"Could be."

"Has anyone gone up to the ship?"

"The area has been restricted and evacuated, they're waiting on your decision."

Angel thought a moment, "Let's go then."

"Who should I call to come?"

"Everyone, we need to be ready for anything," the vampire said as he took down a couple of axes down from the wall behind his desk.

Fred nodded as she went to his phone and called the team.

Squall didn't know how long he was out, but he slowly awoke to wrenching pains in his arms. He opened his eyes fully to see the ship in ruins. The glass was broken and shattered, the metal was bent at odd and protruding angles., and everything was thrown around wildly.

Unfortunately, he remembered everything in great detail and it made his head ache. He looked about him and saw Selphie on the ground unconscious, Irvine was strewn across the seats, blood running down the side of his stomach, and Zell was near the lift, a thin pole of metal going through his left arm.

'Damn,' Squall thought as he wearily got up. He felt the side of his face and found that he was bleeding from the ear, a piece of metal must have clipped him or something.

Squall checked himself and he found he was all else fine, except for the soreness, bruises, and cuts he had. The commander went to the shattered front of the cockpit, he looked around at the outside. They were in a field of green grass, surrounded by trees all around and night as well. He looked up and peered at the moon, it was smaller.

Disregarding it as a hallucination made from a loss of blood, Squall walked over to Selphie and picked her up. He leaned her against the seats and tried to wake her up.

"Selphie.." he whispered as he gently shook her.

"Wha…" she mumbled as she wearily opened her eyes and saw her commander, "Squall? What happ…"

She passed out again, she was too weak to stay up. Squall decided that he had to get the others to safety before their conditions could worsen.

"Hello? Anyone here?" he heard below him, it was coming from beneath the lift.

"Real smart Peaches, so if they're bloodthirsty werewolves, they'll be sure to know where we are…" he heard someone else say.

"Yeah, well if they come I'll make sure they get you first."

"Well screw you."

They said some more mumbled insults and apparently found the switch to get the lift going because it lowered, retrieved it's passengers and brought them up.

Squall saw them. One with short brown hair that was gelled up in the front slightly to create a small flip effect. The other with bleached blond hair that was slicked back. Both had very white and lean complexions, they looked almost as if they were sick. The blond one wore black shoes, jeans, shirt, and a long black leather coat that reached near his ankles. The other one wore a dark blue ensemble and also sported a black leather jacket, but it was shorter than the other guys'. It reached to his thighs and stopped.

The commander tensed when he saw them both wielding big axes, ready to attack. Who were they? Assassins?

"Hey lookie here," the blond haired guy said, his voice having an accent unknown to Squall, as he looked at the SeeD, "There's someone alive in here after all."

"Shut up Spike," the other guy said as he lowered his ax and looked to the young commander, "My name is Angel and this is Spike-"

Squall pulled out his gunblade hurriedly and pointed it towards them, "Stay away."

"The hell?" the blond said, eyeing the weapon distrusting.

"We don't want to hurt you kid," the brown haired guy said.

"Get away!" Squall warned as he swung his blade at them, instantly regretting it when his shoulder sparked in pain.

"Kid's gone berserk," the blond, apparently Spike, said.

"Look-" the guy, presumably Angel said as he took a step forward, but Squall reacted.

The young SeeD darted forward and buried his gunblade into the guys' stomach.

"Angel!" the other one, Spike, yelled when he did this.

Squall pushed Angel off of his gunblade and went to attack Spike. The blond swung his ax toward his head, but the commander ducked and rolled away to the right. He got up and was ready to charge his attacker again when he saw the blond's face change.

The eyebrows disappeared as the forehead went down and creased. Spike's teeth got sharper in an instant and his face was more drawn, making it easier to show his fangs. Squall gasped in surprise.

The blond guy smirked and punched the SeeD in the face, knocking him out. The last thing Squall was aware of before he slipped unconscious was how much the hit had hurt.

Spike made his fangs recede and his complexion turn back to normal as he looked at the fallen boy. Well, that was slightly entertaining.

"Agh…" he heard Angel grumble from his position on the floor of the vast ship.

"You alright?" Spike said with fake concern as he helped the fallen vampire to his feet.

"Damn…that hurt," Angel said as he gingerly held the gaping wound in his stomach.

"Yep," Spike said as he bent down and retrieved the weapon that did the damage and stood up, "Any idea what this is?"

Angel looked at it, before finally shaking his head, "No, it's like nothing I've seen before."

"So you think they're really from another dimension?"

"They?"

The blond vampire scoffed as he rolled his eyes at his friends' lack of attention and pointed to the three others that were lying around the remnants of what they thought to be a cockpit.

"Oh," Angel said as he saw the people, "Them."

"You think they're still alive?"

"Maybe, let's check it out. I'll check the girl and this one," the vampire said, indicating to one with spiked up blond hair, "You take the other one."

Angel walked to the front and check the girl, "She's alive, just unconscious."

Spike walked over to the one he was assigned, "Why do I get the gay cowboy? Pft…this one's alive too, just takin' a nap."

Angel nodded as he went to the blond boy and surveyed the damage done, "This one's got a pole sticking through his arm, but he's still alive. If we get them all out of here now, they should be fine."

"Right," the other vampire replied as he looked at the boy he knocked out, "And what about this pouf?"

Angel got up and looked, "We'll put him into containment."

With that, the vampire got his cell phone out of his jacket and dialed a number, "We need an evac team now."