A/N: Heyo Mayo! Who would have thought that I would do Claymore this go round, huh? I'll just hit the highway instead of stalling you further, starting with the summary.

Summary: AU. Vampires and humans are at constant war with each other. To ward off the Vampire race, the human race infused the blood of vampiric corpses into human soldiers to aid them in the war and gain the upper hand in terms of strength. However, what they had never expected was the male soldiers becoming unstable, forcing the production of females to commence. Four hundred years later, one female is forced to make a choice: humanity or inhumanity?

Normal speech/Story: "Teresa Blackrun."

Journal entries/thoughts/flashbacks/dates and times: "Teresa Blackrun."

Awakened Beings/Nosferatu: "Teresa Blackrun."

Disclaimer: Claymore is owned by Norihiro Yagi. Not by me.

Enjoy!

P.S.~ I gave them all last names.

June 3rd,

Well, it seems that Vampires have started to slither around the west like a pack of snakes. Either way, I'm bound to leave soon for a village in a few hours that seems to have a wandering Nosferatu wreaking havoc and leaving people dead again. It isn't that I'm complaining, but that I'm wary of what will happen should the information be false.

I've gone through a situation like this before, but I'm not sure how my next assignment should turn out. Oh well. It isn't my choice to make, now is it?

Signed,

-Teresa Blackrun, ranked no. 1

April 22

A crowd of men stood in the town hall of Doga Village, surrounding the chief.

"That's the sixth victim!" One man hoarsely yelled.

"Exactly! We need to do something before this gets out of hand!" Another shouted in agreement.

The chief let out a resigned breath. "I received a reply to our letter yesterday. They're sending one of them to us." The balding man opened his eyes slightly, a serious glint in them. "A Claymore, that is."

Suddenly, a young man walked up and slammed his fist onto the chief's desk. "YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS!" He shouted in anger.

The chief lowered his head out of stress. "We have no other choice, Zaki. Claymores are the only people that can find a Nosferatu!"

"ARE YOU INSANE?! THEY'RE STILL PART NOSFERATU!" Zaki shouted, resisting the urge to bare his teeth to the old man, who adjourned the town meeting as everyone in the hut left to do their own tasks.

"Zaki!" A young boy shouted, running to him.

Zaki turned to face his brother. "Raki...?"

Looking at the two boys was like staring at a mirror at could warp time. But the difference was that Raki had a scar on his forehead close to his temple.

"What are they?" Raki questioned. "What's a Claymore?"

Zaki sighed.

"Claymores are half vampire, half human. They're the only people that can destroy a Nosferatu." Zaki patiently explained.

All Raki could do was blink before the townspeople started shouting, announcing someone's arrival.

"It's the claymore!"

A young woman, somewhere in her twenties or around that, walked through a barren plain as she walked to the nearest town. She had received orders to exterminate a Nosferatu nearly three days prior and as soon as possible.

Raki stared at her, completely mesmerized.

"So that's a devil-eyed witch..." The man next to him trailed off in awe.

"Why did the chief send for her, anyway?"

"...A girl?" Raki whispered.

The man next to him turned to face him. "Didn't you know? All Claymores are women."

Raki's eyes widened in sheer amazement. He looked at her eyes and was shocked to see slitted pupils, making her resemble a cat slightly.

"Her pupils are sharp..." He noted.

"That's why they're called 'Devil-eyed witches'," the man beside him explained, just before the crowd parted for her.

Her armor shifted as she walked further and into the town she was assigned.

Upon the sight of her, most of the villagers escaped into their homes for fear of their lives except one person. Of course he'd foolishly followed her without realizing that she'd only bring him trouble.

When he stepped on a twig, he fully caught her attention and she raised her blade to him with a cold gaze that had him stiff with fear.

"Oh. Just a boy, it seems." She said with indifference laced in her emotionless voice as she walked off.

"Hey, wait a minute! At least tell me your name!" Once again, Raki was silenced with a cold, emotionless gaze that only showed nothing but an unwavering depth. Raki flinched, not expecting the woman to stare at him with cold jade pearls.

"Do you not fear me, boy?" She said before walking off.

"Y-you're a Claymore, aren't you?" Raki asked, chasing after her.

"No."

Raki was taken aback. "H-huh?"

"Your people chose that name." She explained.

Raki blinked.

"Our Organization doesn't have a name. Your people chose 'Claymore' to identify us." She further elaborated. Soon enough, they reached the edge of the village, Raki running after her.

"That's...the edge of...the village..." he panted, getting her to stop.

"It is...?" She replied. Raki nodded.

"Beyond here's just the old mine." He answered.

He didn't expect to hear a thwok and a heavy thud into the ground as he jumped in surprise.

"What are you doing...?" Raki questioned, the warrior closing her eyes.

"Sleeping. I've been walking for 70 hours straight." She explained, earning a confused look from Raki before he sat down with her, legs folded Indian style.

"Still here, it seems,"

Raki said nothing. He kept sitting next to her before he decided to ask her name.

"My name's Raki. What's your name?"

She opened her emerald eyes slightly. "Something that will be forgotten soon enough."

Raki raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

The Claymore remained silent, refusing to say anything else.

But before Raki could say anything else, the town bell rang, causing him to jolt.

"I've got to make dinner!" He chastised himself, running to his house as the green eyed woman stared at his retreating figure. It didn't take him long to reach his house and throw open the door.

"Sorry I'm late! I'll get right to-?!" Raki halted in his tracks when he saw blood all over the cobblestone floor, emanating from his now deceased uncle's neck. There were puncture wounds, one of which looked like it had torn his neck open.

"You're back, Raki?" His older brother asked from behind him, causing the boy to jump.

"Zaki! It's uncle, he's-" Raki panicked. He stopped when he saw the blood covering his brother's face, a pair of fangs jutting out from his gums.

"I know. He was delicious, superb even..." He darkly smiled, removing the piece of flesh that had been wedged between his teeth. "Just like you probably will be," he hissed, the grin never leaving his face. He stalked towards his brother with a cruel leer, which showed that he was no longer the Zaki that Raki held dear to him.

Raki's eyebrows furrowed in anger as he leapt forwards, and right into Zaki's fist, causing him to cut the inside of his cheek as he landed onto the ground. The vampire then took the time to explain how he'd been able to stay disguised.

"Do you know how we were able to hide ourselves from you pitiful humans? By mixing our blood with that of a future victim's. When I fed from your parents, I attached my bloodstream to your brother's, therefore making him a suitable host for me." The Nosferatu explained. It didn't seem that he was aware that he was shedding tears.

Raki was lifted up by the scruff of his collar, causing him to lose his vision slightly. Zaki then noticed that he was shedding tears and deiced to speak.

"Looks like your brother is crying tears for you, even though he's gone completely..." He cruelly grinned. Raki managed to get his vision in focus slightly before he saw something crash though the ceiling.

As it turned out, it was the Claymore from earlier, sword ready to strike before she swung down and lopped off the Nosferatu's arm.

Said monster shrieked in pain, holding his new stump. Raki was promptly dropped to the ground, landing on his backside. He grunted as he used his arm to brace his fall, even though it was a tad too late.

"The boy carried the scent of a Nosferatu," She explained calmly. "All I had to do was follow him. You lead me to your very demise." Raki looked up at his savior and froze, seeing the very color of her eyes.

They were a hellish bright green that accentuated her sharp pupils, eyes that looked as menacing as the monster in front of her.

Zaki gritted his teeth and leapt at her, slicing through air. The armor clad woman reappeared behind him, sword at the ready. "Too slow."

Her prey jumped back to avoid getting sliced in two, but did not escape injury. The edge of her blade had sliced into his shoulder, leaving a gash.

"GAH!" Zaki yowled. How could a dhampir of all things cut a Nosferatu?!

Raki just looked on, unable to speak. His mind was reeling at the sight before him.

Zaki dashed away, but not before she had bounced off of the wall and had lopped off his remaining arm with a loud clang.

"FORGIVE ME! PLEASE, SPARE ME!" He screamed in terror, knowing the danger that he was beginning to face.

She calmly walked towards him, veins roping over her arms and face. To Raki, her appearance had become several times more menacing.

The Nosferatu backed away in fear of his impending doom. He kept rasping to be spared, but he never got the mercy he asked for when she split him in two, blood flying everywhere.

Raki felt his teeth chattering when she looked his way, with her appearance restored to its normal self. Her sword returned to its sheath with a loud clang of metal, and she walked off.

The boy shook as he looked at everything around him, covered in blood. The only noise that could be heard was his sobs as he hugged his legs and shielded his face with them.

"So, did you hear?"

"Zaki was the vampire."

"They say he was already one when his parents were killed."

"How do you think Raki's doing?"

"He's with the chief right now. Seems he can't speak from the shock."

The town elders were discussing the matter amongst themselves, Raki still in the same position he was in when he arrived to the chief's hall.

When it boiled down to Raki, the chief laid a hand upon his shoulder. "Forget yesterday, Raki. Forget all of it."

It seemed to vivid to forget as the Claymore's words echoed in his head.

"Do you not fear me, boy?"

Too real to forget.

"You'll forget it soon enough."

He seemed to have broken out of his initial shock and ran out of the door, not bothering to greet the villagers that spoke to him. He only cared about finding her and spotted her on the outskirts of the village.

He stood in the barren plain, catching his breath. "Hey!" He called out.

The red haired woman stopped and turned to him ever so slightly.

"You were right! I was scared!" He crowed. The Claymore could handle the frank truth that kid like himself could never hope to handle. "So that's why I'll never forget you! I'm truly grateful! I mean it! So please! Tell me your name!"

Her response was to turn and walk away.

"My name is Raki!" He screamed. He didn't expect for her to walk off. "Please, tell me your name!"

To his surprise, she answered.

"My name is Clare."

A/N: DAMN! THIS TOOK ME MONTHS TO WRITE UP! Oh, well. At least I'm done with it at last...

~Deathblow88