Disclaimer: I don't own, or pretend to own, Weiss Kruez… or any of the associated characters.

A/N: Ok, this is the first chapter…..obviously, and I'm going to be making a lot of the terminology in this story up, sooooooo please bare with me. I'll try to explain everything, and if you get confused just review me or whatever and ask me what the heck I was trying to say. K? Well, on to the story. Ps. Some of the terms and stuff I got from Tsukuyomi Moon Phase, so I'm crediting it, so, don't sue me or anything!

In the Shadows

"Ran."

"Yes, master?"

"Tonight is the full moon, is it not?"

"Yes, master."

"Then you know what you must do." Not a question, but a demand.

Silence. Violet eyes peer through the complete darkness towards the sound of the other man's voice. Then, "Yes, master."

Turning on his heel, the slender man clothed in black, strides from the room and down the countless maze of hallways to the looming doors that spit him out into the night's frigid air. He glimpses back quickly at the gloomy castle behind him before disappearing from the castle grounds, only to reappear minutes later on an abandoned rooftop in the thriving city of Tokyo.

"Who shall it be tonight?" He closes his eyes and inhales deeply, searching for that seductive smell of fresh prey. Blood! There it is! Swiftly, he leaps from the slippery roof to the dank street below and begins to run in the direction of the alluring scent. 'A man… A young man.'

Rounding a corner, he sights a crimson scene which, with his heightened senses, nearly drives him mad as he is filled with insatiable lust. Hunger gnaws unbidden at his mind causing him to grin in pleasure as his imagination runs wild at the sight of the lithe brunette before him.

The young man is covered in blood, some of it his own, but most of it belongs to the huddled forms on the ground. They aren't dead, but are beaten to an inch from it. The brunette staggers up and looks around cautiously, his body is still tensed and ready to take on any more opposition, but when the owner seems to find no threat left it sags wearily.

The red-haired observer keeps his presence hidden and follows silently as his prey stumbles down the moonlit streets towards his home. Unknown feelings course through the veins of the violet-eyed man, causing him to frown in confusion.

'What am I feeling? Why do I feel this way? …… I don't want this man as my prey, my victim, I want him as my… as my what? What do I want? What am I searching for?'

Shaking his head angrily, the stalker glanced at the house that the chocolate-haired man had entered, and memorized its location. Then, turning swiftly from the scene, he continued back to the heart of the city, towards a newer, less tantalizing and confusing, victim.

As he traversed the dark streets his mind continued to run circles around the mysterious man that he had run to mere minutes ago, and it infuriated him that he could feel foreign emotions welling up in the holes of his frozen heart. He thought he had been rid of the unnecessary 'human' emotions, but now he was beginning to resort back to them again… all because of a chance meeting with a dark-haired handsome man.

Life had never gone the way he had wanted it to so… why should it choose to do so now? The longer he thought about it the angrier he got, and as he came upon a pair of lovers in the shadows of some lonely trees he took out his frustration on their vile throats.

Minutes later, the crimson man calmly walked away, his thirst quenched and his mind numbed at the present moment. He felt nothing as he fled the scene and that was how it should be.

The next morning the news was filled with reports and complaints about the numerous deaths around the city the night before, all of the victims had a pair of tiny holes punctured in their tender throats and no blood was found remaining in the hollow corpses.

"Ken! Come look at this!" Shouted a suave voice from the depths of a cushy couch.

Said Ken approached the television screen that the said suave voice was staring so intently and horridly at.

Growling out loud Ken punched the air, "Damn Vampires! Seems you didn't get all of them lurking around last night, Yoji."

"Me? Omi was there too, you know! And what are you complaining about us for? You were nearly beaten by a bunch of ordinary ruffians, and didn't help us one bit," Yoji accused heavily as he pouted up at the standing brunette.

Ken fumed down at Yoji as he struggled to think of a come-back. When he failed to produce one he stormed out of the room, and as he swept past an anxious little blonde he heard a, "please don't fight, guys!" before he disappeared into his room.

Ken, Yoji, and Omi were in a self-produced gang called, Weiss, and their job was to take out the evils of the city. They fought vampires, ghosts, demons, and all of the evils' servants, which were nearly as hard to kill as their masters. They were out almost every single night, slaying the insistent little bastards, and had been doing so for the past 3 years. Yoji was the oldest and was currently 28 years old, then came Ken at the ripe age of 21, followed closely by Omi at sweet 16. Each of them had their own unique fighting style and a past to raise the dead, not literally, but none of them were happy to discuss them. And although they were plagued by the haunts of their previous years they plunged forward, fighting for a brighter tomorrow and all that jazz, never ever giving up or succumbing to the frightening darkness that surrounded them.

In the three short years that they had known each other they had become like brothers, no tighter than brothers, their love and devotion to each other could rival that of a mother's for her child. And although they frequently had fights, thanks to Ken's impulsive personality and Yoji's tendency to tease, they would never allow anything to come between them and tear them apart!

Sighing to himself, Ken ran a hand through his mop of dark hair and smiled slightly in the mirror. 'I never could stay mad at that idiot for very long,' he thought before abandoning his room once again to join the happy people downstairs.

Elsewhere, another man slept fitfully in the bed of his master., and as willowy arms encircled his waist he cringed away before forcing himself to relax into the unwanted touch. He couldn't disobey his master, it was physically and emotionally impossible, the forced bond between them made sure of that. Frowning heavily, he ordered his mind blank and threw himself in the welcome arms of sleep.

A/N: There, that's the first chapter. How was it so far? I really want to know, cause if nobody likes it I don't see any reason to continue writing… that'd just be pointless. Hopefully someone out there in that big 'ol world will like it. I'll write more frequently. Even though I'm back in school now I still have time to write afterwards and on the weekends. I do have band practice until about 6:30 in the evenings though, so don't be expecting a new chapter every day, I'll probably have one up every few days or so… at least every weekend. Well, since this is my first chapter I can't answer back any reviews, but I will respond back to you guys who review in the next chapter! Well, thanks for reading, see ya next chappie… hopefully!