As promised, I went ahead and asked my beta writer to revise Chapter 1 as well, because, well all the small mistakes I made, were just killing me! KILLING ME!

Rose: So you decided to bother your already super busy beta writer just to revise chapter one of all things?

KiddieXx: Well, when you put it that way, of course it's going to sound just terrible... but that's besides the point! My point is, that Chapter 1 of Blind Sighted has already been updated and corrected (To my knowledge at least.) And before I continue on with the story, or start it for that matter... I just wanted to clarify one thing. Yes, this story is rated M for mature, but NO, there is no sex or adult content on this story other than small little inuendos about it. But to my knowledge, there are no lemons to be revealed in my story. I'm not too confident in writing something so, so... so...

Rose: Too grown up for you?

Kiddie: Nuh-uh! Just, too private, I guess... . if that makes sense...

Rose: You won't write it, but you have no problem readi-

Kiddie: Shush! :S On with the story! :|

Enjoy, Chapter 1 revised and edited.

Blind Sighted

Chapter 1

Damned Meeting from Hell

She was beginning to get frustrated. Letting out another sigh, she tried rereading the sentence again, but much to her displeasure, she wasn't getting anywhere thanks to the dimly lit room. Finally giving up, she closed her book and looked at the reason for her frustration: the T.V. blared loudly, while all around her, eyes were either glued to the screen or closed in sleep. No one was talking, which was a perfect time to read, even with the T.V. on high volume for all the other students to hear, she wouldn't really care, too captivated by her book to even notice. Realizing that waiting for the class to end to continue reading would be torture, she picked up her book and tried once more. She was finally beginning to let her eyes adjust to the words and was soon getting engrossed in her book, when a hand reached out and took it from her grasp. The girl was about to glare at whoever dared to interrupt her while reading, when she noticed that it was the teacher. Her honey colored eye looking curiously at the girl while the other one was covered by a black patch, as a small smile was on her lips.

"Maka, you shouldn't be reading with this kind of lighting," the teacher whispered, "why don't you watch the movie like everyone else?"

Maybe because unlike everyone else, I've read the book BEFORE it became a movie, was Maka's annoyed thought, but her face showed nothing as she looked up at her teacher who was still smiling at her.

"I've already seen it, Ms. Mjolnir" Maka whispered back, biting her tongue before she lashed out something hurtful to the teacher.

That seemed to satisfy the teacher as she handed Maka the book and left, but not before whispering to Maka about waiting until class was over. Maka bit her bottom lip, trying not to say something that would get her in trouble. It wasn't her fault that the rest of the students waited until there was a movie instead of picking up the book and reading it. In all honesty, she preferred the book instead of the movie, but that was her opinion. She let out a defeated sigh as she turned to watch the movie, from the screen Harry Potter and his friends ran as one of Voldemort's followers chased after them in the woods with spells flying out towards them. She's already read the book and knows how the movie ends, closing her eyes, she let out another sigh as she reached for her new book and began trying to read it once more.

After class finally ended, Maka made her way through the school, trying to reach the door leading to the rooftop. She had a free period for her last class thanks to her grades and having all upper classes. She was engrossed in her thoughts as she continued to walk. How the hell is writing an essay about Harry Potter got anything to do with History? Only she would give us something like that- Suddenly, something hard hit her on the shoulder, causing her to drop her messenger bag and the book she was carrying. She was about to pick it up, when someone kicked it causing it to slide even further from Maka's grasp, and almost hitting her hand in the process.

She was about to look up to glare at the culprit, when she was yanked up and pushed against a wall so fast her head was spinning. All around her, people were gathering around ready for blood. For the love of all that is! Why can't I just read my freaking book in peace? Maka thought before she was brought back to reality by a low, hoarse voice near her face and yellow eyes that stared at her with amusement.

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Maka stared at her harasser before her. He was big, his yellow eyes reminded her of buttons sewed on a ragged doll, only this guy didn't remind her of a raggedy cloth doll, he had broad shoulders and meaty arms that had muscles in every nook and cranny. His skin was overly tanned making it look fake. He was wearing a black t-shirt that looked more like a second skin fitted tightly around his upper body. His broad shoulders were moving up and down as he breathed in heavily. Maka tried moving out of the way, stopping when he placed his foot on the wall, blocking her exit with one leg, while he placed his hands in his pockets.

Maka would have flinched, if her eyes didn't go straight to his left foot on the wall. What she saw almost made her start laughing at the guy. Flip flops? Maka was trying hard to contain her laughter from staring at the white flip flops that reminded her too much of the ones that were in front of her bookstore... on sale... for girls. Well this takes off the whole "Threatening Vibe" doesn't it?

Maka was trying hard to hold in her laughter, but a smile slowly started spreading through her lips. She was desperately trying to stop herself from making it worse, when the male looking gorilla spoke. His voice sounding more hoarse than before.

"What the fuck you laughing at, bitch? Don't you think you should apologize for walking into me, fucking trash?" the guy gave her a creepy smile as Maka tried to hold her breath. He was so close to her that she was able to smell his breath, nearly making her gag with that alone. She didn't want to try and breath in again in hope of ignoring the smell of the overly used cheap cologne he had on.

"What the hell?" Maka shouted, "why should I be the one apologizing when I was just fucking walking? You're the idiot who bumped into me, but you don't see me bitching for an apology!" realization struck as she covered her mouth.

Nice move, idiot. Provoke him more, it'll be a blast to get pummeled by this gorilla.

Maka noticed that his yellow eyes showed a hint of surprise only to turn dark with anger. He was taller than Maka, but then again, so was everyone else, as she stood at a mere 5'1, and his veins were showing in his bald head as he tried to understand the words Maka just said. "Fucking moron..." Maka whispered as she let out a sigh, causing the teenaged boy to get even more pissed off.

His arms tensed up as he clenched his hands into fists, and as the veins in his arms began to pop out they reminded Maka of some steroid-filled wrestler she watched on T.V. once. "The fuck did you say, bitch?" the guy yelled, bringing in more attention to witness her possible death.

She was about to apologize, but the guy grabbed her by the collar, hoisting her up and slamming her hard to the wall once more. "So, bookworm has the balls to say shit like that, huh?" he sneered. "Well, how about you try saying it again after I beat some sense into you!"

Maka closed her eyes, ready for the pain as she saw his huge, meaty fist going at her. Oh how the heavens love me so. But the pain never came. She never felt any stinging in her face or anywhere near her body. Opening her eyes, she saw someone holding back her would-be-murderer's arm back. "Who the fuck do you-" Maka noticed that the angered boy's eyes widened as he let Maka drop to the floor.

"It's not cool to fight a girl, Seth" Maka's rescuer stated.

Maka let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding as she eyed the guy. He had white hair that was only visible under a black beanie. His crimson eyes showed no emotion what so ever as he stared at Seth, every now and then his crimson eyes would glance at her. Maka was worried about this guy getting his ass kicked by Seth. She was about to say something to make him walk away, but Seth spoke before her.

"Chill out, Soul. We were just having a little chat." Seth laughed at his own joke, "ask her. She'll tell you about it."

A light scoff escaped Maka's lips. Little chat? Maka thought, amused at the idiot trying to get out of the situation. A "little chat" would be us using words. This idiot wanted me buried six feet under, all because of me reading my... Maka let out a gasp, which caused Soul to lift an eyebrow as he removed his hand from Seth's arm.

"My b-book!" Maka shouted. She fixed her glasses and ran towards the area she last saw the object being kicked. Completely ignoring both guys stunned faces as she scurried around in hopes to find it.

"See? Just a little chat" Seth said with his creepy smile, "I was helping that bookworm find that piece of shit she had with her." Seth's eyed Soul, waiting for Soul to just shrug and walk away.

Soul let out a smirk. "Is that so?" He muttered. Before anyone had any time to blink, Seth was on the floor, bleeding from his nose. "Then we should have some more little chats next time." Soul calmly said as he put his hands in his pockets and turned to walk away. His eyes scanned for the weird girl who ran off.

Maka let out a satisfied sigh as she finally sat down outside on the roof, her back leaning to the wall, letting her hair drop from the ponytail she cascaded down onto the floor. Her hair was all the way to her waist, and she's been debating about cutting it, but she could never do it. Grabbing the tip of her hair she slowly began playing with it, "What would Mama think if I did cut my hair?" Maka whispered into the wind as she eyed the sky, dropping her hair on the floor. She let out another sigh as she opened her book and began reading. Soon she was too captivated in her book to hear the sound of the door slowly opening and closing.

Soul could not believe it. The girl that caused such a huge ruckus to his day was sitting right in front of him, reading no less! He wanted to grab that damn book and toss it off the roof, but he knew that would be way too uncool for someone like him. Slowly he took a few steps towards her, realizing that she didn't even notice he was even on the roof with her. Unbelievable, the building could be on fire for all she knew!

Soul was able to see her clearly now, he was that close. She was slumped over, page turning every 3 minutes. Her ash brown hair was straight at the top, but began to curled at the bottom as it laid on the floor. She was wearing dark, washed out jeans that fit her nicely around her hips, but the ends were tattered and torn from being stepped on by her converse. He wasn't able to see what shirt she was wearing as a black hoodie that fit her a bit too big was draped over her, in the middle was a purple skull crossbow that had heart shaped eyes instead. Her bangs covered most of her face.

He slumped over next to her and let out a small breath right on her neck, causing the girl to give out a small shriek. She dropped her book and had a look as if she just saw a ghost. Soul let out a small chuckle while she turned to glare at whoever interrupted her. Soon crimson eyes were meeting emerald.

The girl let out a small gasp and quickly looked away. A small blush burned on her face as she put her book inside her black and white checkered messenger bag. In a flurry of quick, jerky motion she was up and walking away. Before Soul even knew what he was doing, he grabbed her arm causing the girl to get startled. Her hair blowing in the wind, she turned to him and whispered so quietly, that Soul wasn't sure he heard correctly. His hand dropped to his side and he watched the girl leave.

Soul sat back down onto the floor as he stretched his hand onto the back of his head, laying down and staring at the sky. He replayed her words over and over again in his mind.

"I don't know who the hell you are, but thank you for helping me out before. Though I didn't really need your help, I had everything under control."

She's something new, Soul thought as a smirk played on his lips.

Maka still couldn't believe it. She let out another groan while putting away the last of the books in its shelf. Just calm down, Maka. She let out a defeated sigh as she went back towards the counter, sitting down, she eyed the small, quiet book store in a couple of hours would soon be hers .It's not like you insulted the guy. Of course, you might as well have with not fluttering your eyes and hugging him... is that what they do now? Augh! But at least I said thank you... that counts... right?

"Augh!" Maka slammed her head on the counter and then she eyed the clock, in three more hours she would turn 16. She always hated her birthday. Maka muttered to herself as she sat up straight. "I didn't need a guy to save me, and I sure as hell didn't need him to scare the living daylights out of me, either!" Maka shouted in defiance to the empty store as she slumped back to her chair. Letting out a sigh, her mind drifted up to the memory on the roof. He had red eyes... Maka's hand unconsciously reached out to where his breath had touched her neck.

The guy had white hair that was peeping out from under A black beanie that had a skull on the top that looked like a cartoon drawing. He was wearing a white long sleeve shirt that didn't fit him big or tight; it helped show the muscles he had, but also covered up enough to leave to the imagination; it wasn't fully tucked in as if he just woken up and left it there. She had caught a glimpse of a belt that had a weird looking orb face in the front of the buckle. His pants, which to Maka's amazement, fit him nicely, not too baggy and not tight at all. A chain hung from the his left back pocket and was attached to the belt where the orb buckle was at. He wasn't taller than Seth, but he was still pretty tall. Maka assumed he was probably 5'6 or something. His skin was lightly tanned, probably from being out in the sun most of the time. He had on a red scarf that was draped around his neck, looking like a bandana. But what drew Maka's attention was his eyes were red, reminding Maka of rubies, but they showed no emotion, not during what she saw in the fight, or when they met on the roof... Except, maybe for a brief moment, Maka thought she saw a flicker of worry and surprise in them when he scared Maka on the roof. Wait... why was he surprised to see me? Don't tell me, I wasn't what he pictured! Wait! Why am I worried what he thought of me?

"AUGH! I don't even know his name or who he is, and he keeps popping into my damn brain!" Maka let out a frustrated sigh as she went back to her thoughts. If I see him in school, should I thank him properly? But what if he makes fun of me? What if he got offended for what I said to him? Maka was about to go tear her hair out from thinking about him again, when the front door bell rang, signaling she had new customers.

"Hello there! Welcome to Albarn's Bookstore. May I help you with anything?" Maka smiled up at the group of kids, who looked around in awe.

Albarn's Bookstore wasn't huge, but it was amazing. The antique building had two floors that were covered with all types of books. The top floor was dedicated to fiction, the walls and shelves were filled with all types of books from children's books to adult the first floor was dedicated to non-fiction and reference books, the walls were slotted with books from dictionaries and encyclopedias, to biographies and how-to books, any book on any subject. To get to the second floor there was either a small elevator for those who were in need of special care or a small staircase that stood in the middle of the store winded up gracefully to the second floor. The top of the shelves were covered with signs that said what kind of genres they were from. In the front of the store were two huge windows, one was to the left, where chairs and tables were put neatly for those who just wanted to read or test out the book before buying it. It was also where people were able to drink their beverages before browsing around the bookstore. The desk, or what Maka called THE ISLAND, was right next to the second window, over -looking the city lights across town. When the store wasn't busy, or before she closed it for the night, she would sit down and look out into the city, and since there were only lights from the other stores, she would look up to the sky and stare at the beautiful moon perched up as if it was just for her to see, always helping her ease her thoughts.

One of the little boys cleared his throat, as he handed Maka a piece of paper that had a list of books. Another one, with short cropped brown hair and green eyes gave her a toothy grin as she looked up at them.

"Are you looking for these books for yourselves or for someone else?" Maka asked politely, as the one with the toothy grin smiled wider.

"For us ma'am! We want to be able to go to Shibusen and become Death Scythes!" He shouted with enthusiasm as his eyes sparkled into the future.

Another kid, this one with long black hair that reached his chin, pulled his glasses up his eyes with his finger and eyed Maka, a smirk plastered on his face,"I don't think someone like you would know, after all, you look like someone who spends most of her time in here, rather than out there in the real world" he stated, amusement in his eyes as he saw Maka's face fall.

Why you little- calm down, Maka, they're just kids... you can't kill kids, remember. Maka was biting the inside of her cheek as she faked a smile, Too much attention when they disappear. "Do you want me to bring you the books, or show you where they are at." Maka asked.

The one that handed her the list muttered something that sounded like an apology, as the only girl who had blonde hair tied in pigtails looked up at her, her blue eyes sparkled with courage. "No ma'am, we just wanted to know if you had them, so like that we won't be wasting your time..." she muttered the last part, and at first Maka didn't understand, until they all were looking at her with hope in their eyes.

Maka gave them a genuine smile, turning towards her computer she searched for the books in question. She wrote down some things on the list next to the books, and turned to the small group of kids, "I have four out of the five books in your list," she smiled at them as she handed them the list. The one who gave her the list reached out and grabbed it, his short blonde hair and blue eyes hinted to Maka that he and the little girl were siblings. "I wrote down where you would find the books in the store, along with the number to the other bookstore who has the second one. Though, I would recommend instead of getting Unbound Souls it would be best to get the book Stages where it explains the different stages a soul goes through when it starts showing signs of turning bad." She finished, eyeing the kids with a careful stare, as all four of them smiled and raced around the bookstore getting the books they needed. Maka smiled as she sat back down, looking up at the clock, she slammed her head towards her desk once more... it's only been thirty mins! This is going to be a long day

Maka bid the kids good-bye as they walked away with enthusiastic chatter about the books. She turned the sign that read OPEN to CLOSE and began cleaning up the rest of the books. Once she was done placing all the books back, she closed the blinds and began locking up, her eyes adjusting to darkness around the streets with only the moon as her only light. Looking at the clock, Maka was surprised to see it was already 11:45 P.M. She usually closed the store at 10 p.m, but the children were really into the books, and she didn't want to interrupt them from their dreams. The streets were silent as she headed to her house and the winter air sent shivers down her back.

She stopped to look up at the moon and smiled as she remembered silly made-up stories her mother told her. "Did you know, Maka, that if you become one with a Reaper, you'll see the the sun and moon's real face, but in order to that, you need to knock on Death's door..." Maka let out a tired sigh as she remembered her mother's voice. Again with that fairytale. Maka thought as she bit her lip, looking down to the streets as she began her walk home once more. Death Scythes. They're just stupid fairytales that we made up during the War... what ever that was. If there is such things as Death Scythes, then why haven't we seen any? But, then... why do we have books about them if they're just superstitious myths? Maka's thoughts were interrupted as she heard something loud fall to the ground, causing her to jump in the process, almost falling face first. Fixing her glasses once more, she slowly turned around. Maka let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding, in front of her was a little girl who looked no more than five years old. She was wearing a red dress that went past her feet and a pink coat that was just above her knees. Black hair fell past the girl's figure and onto the floor, a blue flower, that Maka recognized but couldn't recall its name, was perched in her ear. She looked scared as brown eyes peered up to Maka. Slowly Maka made her way towards her, crouching down in front of the little girl.

"Hi there." Maka smiled at the little girl, "are you lost?" The little girl only nodded as she shuffled her feet. "What's your name?" Maka waited for a reply but the little girl only shuffled her feet once more. "Hmm, well if I don't know your name, I can't help you find your mama or papa, and I know they're very worried about you." That got her a response. Maka smiled as the little girl grabbed her coat tightly and whispered so quietly that Maka had to strain her ears to hear.

"Wendy" She looked up at Maka with those brown eyes, making Maka's heart drop a bit.

"Hmm, well Wendy, lets go find your Mama and Papa. Do you know where was the last time you saw them?" Maka said as she stood up and looked at her watch, it was already 11:59 P.M. Soon she would be 16, and celebrate her birthday alone once more. She sighed as she turned around to walk, reaching out to the little girl. As the town's bell rang, Maka turned see if the little girl was following her, only to scream in horror.

Instead of the little girl that Maka was going to help, there was an inhuman thing right in front of her! It towered over Maka. Its body was rotting and its tongue dangled from a wide mouth with sharp teeth all around it, practically cutting the entire circular head in half. The creature had two extremely long arms with claws that looked like it could carve out brick. They dragged on the floor thanks to it having short crocodile-looking feet. It's hand made a screeching sound that remind Maka of nails on a chalkboard every time it moved. Maka cringed at the sound. Its beady eyes bored into Maka's as its tongue licked its lips, leaving drool hanging.

It let out a howl as it dashed towards Maka. She ducked as it flew past her, it's hand missing by an inch from her skin, but her jacket was torn behind. She felt no pain, or was in such a panic that she didn't feel it. Either way, Maka didn't care, her instincts kicked in as she dashed away before it had enough time to try again. Maka ran, turning left and right as she heard that thing race after her. "If this is God's gift to me for my birthday, I'll gladly return it!" Maka shouted as she made another turn, almost tripping on her own feet. "Where the hell did that thing come from?" Maka panted as she stopped to see if the monster was still following her.

She let out a sigh when she saw nothing behind her. Safe, Maka thought, before she heard something growl from above her. Maka flinched as she peered up. Beady eyes were locked with hers as it smiled at her, drool dripping down its mouth towards Maka, landing on her shoulder.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Maka shouted as she jumped out of the way when the monster took a swipe at her, missing her again. She didn't wait to see if it wanted to just chat or ask for directions and she bolted out of there again.

She was too busy running away to even notice where she was going now and it felt like hours while she kept trying to dodge the monster and escape it. Maka decided to look back to see if it was still following her, when she hit something hard and cursed under her breath. She felt herself falling backwards but before her butt met concrete, a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her up. Her glasses fell when she bumped into the stranger. Dammit, I can't see shit now! Maka squinted her eyes and was about to apologize and look for her glasses, but was interrupted by the monster's howling getting nearer. She let out a small curse as she tried to find her glasses, but before she had a chance to look she was being pulled away from the spot by the person she bumped into.

"No!" she yelled, trying to get out of the tight grasp that held on to her. "You need to run away before it gets here and you'll get hurt beca-" Maka was cut off. Who ever was pulling her was cursing as they ran turning into random corners.

Maka couldn't see where they were going, almost tripping more than once. Maka slammed right into him when he stopped. He cursed about how stupid one can be and picked her up. Maka was about snap back when she heard a low growl, the voice cursed once more, as the stranger ran even faster with Maka in his arms. She closed her eyes, not out of fear, but because she felt as if she was flying! Before she could feel safe once more, the person dropped her and she skidded across the ground, her hands scrapping in the process. She heard the monster screech as it dragged its grotesque body towards them. She turned around to look for it, but she was unable to, without her glasses everything was black. She cursed as she tried to escape and lead the monster to her, leaving the person to be able to run away and escape. She tried to get up, but was pushed down by the one she was trying to save. Her eyes widened as she heard him whisper in her ear to stay still. It's him! An image of the guy with white hair coming out of his beanie and crimson eyes popped into her head, It's him... soon she wasn't able to move as darkness took hold of her.

Soul had a bad feeling about this. He was always the type to follow his instincts. But tonight, for some reason, he went against them. My day off and I'm stuck still working. Soul wasn't happy, but he had a bad feeling, his whole body was covered in goosebumps, with just the thought of it. He was about to make the call to inform everyone of what was going on, when he sensed it closer now. Dammit, I better get paid for over time. He grabbed his jacket and took a step out, the winter air stung his eyes as he walked out, locking the door, he started walking, having no clue where, but his feet led him towards the dangerous vibe that was emitting through the area. Something bad is here, but there's something else... Soul was cut off as something or someone ran into him, almost making him fall back... almost. He heard the voice of a female curse silently as she was about to fall, his instincts kicked in and he grabbed hold of her. His eyes widened from surprised, it was that girl, the one from school. He noticed her glasses were on the floor thanks to the collision they had, as he went to pick them up his whole body froze. His body shivered, but not from the bitterness of winter, but from the power surge he felt. Slowly he got up, hearing the piercing noise that came from behind where the girl came from, white beady eyes shone from where a grotesque monster crouched to attack.

"Shit!" he muttered as he grabbed hold of the girl's wrist once more and dragged her away. This girl really knows how to find trouble. Reaching a corner he turned left, memorizing the area he was in, he began pulling the girl with him, turning everywhere his mind screamed out HERE!

He was about to make another turn when the girl tried pulling away from him. He had to stop, as he tried to understand her correctly as she was trying to speak too fast, failing miserably. "No!" she shouted, her face was flushed from running and she had to catch her breath, " you need to run away, before it gets here, you'll get hurt beca-" he didn't give her time to finish.

There was no way he was going to let that thing get her while he ran away, that was such an uncool thing to do, and he didn't do uncool things. He kept running down the streets, turning left and right trying to lose the monster now. He cursed once more, having to stop again, the girl kept tripping more than any normal person, almost bringing him down with her.

"Dammit, your really more of a hassle to save. Stop tripping!" Soul noticed her emerald eyes looked pissed, her mouth opened to say something, but shut tight as she heard the growl coming from the monster. "Fuck." Soul had enough, he picked up the girl and ran for it. Not giving a damn as she let out a small scream grabbing his neck, practically choking him. He kept running, turning left and right as he noticed her head was buried in his neck and her eyes were closed. She kept muttering something about flying, and Soul couldn't help but let out a smirk as he saw her like that.

Soul turned right once more and stopped. "Shit!" he muttered as he came to a dead end. He was about to try and jump the damn wall when something snaked around his his leg and yanked causing him to drop the girl as he got tossed into the air. He stretched out his right arm, and a red and black scythe appeared. "Don't think you can get rid of me that easy," Soul stated, a smirk plastered on his lips as he swiped the scythe towards the tongue that held him and dived down, slicing its right arm as well.

The monster let out a scream as Soul landed on his feet. He turned around to look at the girl. When he noticed she was about to try and make a run for it, except the girl looked like she was going to run into a wall. It's like she's asking to get killed!

Soul let out a sigh as he got closer to her. He placed his hand on her shoulder, pushing her back towards the wall as she faced him. He leaned forward, his nose brushed her hair, getting a hint of vanilla from it."Just stay still, would you, or your going to end up dead, and that's not cool after all the trouble I went through." He shot out a small portion of his soul into hers, causing her to gasp as her eyes began to look blank. Soon her body slumped down in his arms as he laid her down away from the danger.

Letting out a sigh of boredom, he turned towards the monster that was clutching at his amputated arm, howling in pain as its beady eyes glared at Soul. He placed his scythe behind his shoulder, letting out a small chuckle as an evil smirk played at his lips. "So, before we play. Wanna tell me why you're after the girl?" Soul muttered as he eyed the beast. Its teeth snared as he growled in anger. Soul gave out a shrug, making his Scythe move up slightly on his shoulder, the moon gleamed at the tip of it, red shining off of it. "No? Hmmm, well then" a devilish smile was on his face, as a little bit of drool fell off of the corner of his mouth as he grabbed his scythe, spun it to face the monster. "I'll make you beg for me to ask again, I'm not a very patient person, you know."

The monster let out a howl as he dashed towards Soul, blood squirting from its wounded arm, as the other made deep grooves on the wall. Soul smirked, grabbed his scythe and jumped in the air, catching the monster by surprise. It tried reaching him, but Soul was too quick, in a blink of an eye, Soul already made a large wound around the monsters back. Causing it to scream out in pain as it fell to the floor. Soul let out a smirk as he saw the thing writhe in pain, blood pooling around it.

"So, wanna tell me again, or this time it's gonna be your other arm." Soul pointed his scythe towards the monster's left arm. The thing growled as it tried to make another swipe at Soul, making Soul jump out of the way, he was now in between the monster and its dinner. Soul watched the monster pant as it got up, gushing out blood from its new wound. "Should I make your body even by cutting off the other arm, or ..." Soul pointed his scythe towards the beast, "are you already going to tell me why you're after her?"

The monster let out a howl of anger as it went for Soul once more. This time, Soul didn't jump. He ran towards it, jumping to the side as he drove his scythe to the monster's remaining arm. It howled in pain, as Soul spun and kicked it on the side, causing it to fall the other way before it reached the girl. "I'm really in no mood to keep playing," Soul spat out as he landed on his feet, beginning to get mad; he wasn't getting anything out of it. He walked towards it, lifting his scythe he was about to cut its head off, when it started talking with a voice that slithered like a snake.

"Herrrr sssssoul," it hissed, "it'sssss a Grrrrrigorrrri ssssssoul." It licked its lip at just the thought of eating it. "Iiiii wonnnn't be thhhhe onlyyy one afffffter heeeer. Moooore willlll cooooome," the monster began to gurgle a laugh, blood coming out of its mouth.

Soul was caught off guard. He was trying to process the words that the beast said. A Grigori... Soul? Soul was about to ask it another question before he heard the girl scream out. Turning around, one of the beast's hands was grabbing her tightly, practically snapping the girl in half. "Shit" Soul snapped as he ran towards the hand. The monster wouldn't let him, its other sliced arm grabbed at Soul, causing him to drop his scythe. The amputated arm was taking Soul to the monster as it gave off another gurgled laugh.

"Iiiii'll kiiiilllll youuuuu fiiiirst aaaand theeeen Iiiiii'lllll kiiiillll heeeerrr biiiit by biiit." The monster laughed as he heard the girl scream out once more. It won and now Soul would just watch as she was getting crushed by the severed arm .

Soul's face was covered in the shadows. His snow white hair moved with the wind. His face only showed those sharp teeth of his as he smiled. With a snap of his fingers, Soul's scythe was back in his hands. "Like I said," Soul looked at him, his red eyes reflected his threat, as he smirked, "I'm really in no mood to play." The monster let out a howling pain as Soul dragged its scythe through its dismembered arm and its body in one swift motion. Cutting the thing in half, blood spurted everywhere as Soul dashed towards the girl who was now writhing in pain. With one quick slice, the girl was dropped to the floor as the hand disappeared. Soul went towards where the body of the monster lay, and he reached for the delectable red orb that hovered above the body. Licking his lips, he swallowed the small red orb, with a satisfied smile. He turned towards the girl, who was now trying to understand what happened as she muttered and stood up. He walked towards her, but as he tried to grab her she attacked him.

"Of all the damned things that could happened, I end up getting attacked by some god-knows-what monster!" She muttered, getting up and wincing at the pain. Her right ankle felt sprained. She was about to start cursing when she heard someone walk behind her.

Maka didn't rethink her decision, she turned and went for a sidekick, she felt strong arms catch her leg before it even hit. Dammit! Maka cursed, making a flip and tried to punch whoever was there. She threw a right punch only to be blocked again. She spun, got low on her legs and tried to at least trip the person. He jumped and grabbed her from the back, arms snaked around her waist as her hands were being held tight in the person's embrace.

"Who are you?" she shouted, trying to get free. She figured it was a man as she heard a low chuckle behind her, suddenly she shrieked as he breathed out on her neck.

"The fall must of been pretty hard for you to forget, huh? Name's Soul Evans, and I just saved your life, again." he whispered in her ears, his voice was soft and husky, kinda like velvet, Maka thought.

Maka was beet red all around her face, she stopped trying to escape as his words tried to hit home. "S-Soul Evans? Y-y-you saved me?" suddenly her knees were beginning to feel weak. Just what the hell is going on? She wanted to scream. She didn't know why he was here, and she wanted answers, at least a reason as to why the hell she was attacked. Maka jumped once more, his breath was warm against her cold skin. Her jacket was practically gone thanks to the monster, and the bottom of her jeans along with her shoes were drenched in water. "Remind me to never wear Converse next time I'm being chased by a fucking monster," she muttered.

Soul laughed behind her, sending vibrations all over her body. "I'll make sure to do that for you..." Soul dragged out the last part, not knowing her name..

"Maka." Soul raised his left eye brow at her, confused at her sudden word. "My name, it's Maka Albarn," she blushed as she said it, her hair covering her face as she dropped her head back down. Soul smiled, and Maka was able to feel it as his lips were pressed near her neck.

"Maka, huh?" Soul whispered, sending shivers down Maka's body once again at how her name sounded in his lips.

Soul finally let go of Maka when she cleared her throat. She turned to look at him, but realized she wasn't able to see anything.

"Where are my glasses?" She asks as she squinted her eyes, that's strange, how was I able to see where he was when I tried to fight him off?

She heard Soul snap his fingers. "I have them" he stated calmly as he was about to hand them over. Maka had her hand reached out in front of her, already feeling more relaxed at having her sight returned. It wasn't until she heard Soul mutter something that sounded like "Shit, that's not good" that made Maka's eyes narrow and glare at Soul.

"What do you mean 'Shit, that's not good'... you do have my glasses, right Soul?" Maka questions carefully, hoping she heard wrong. She heard Soul took a step towards Maka,

"You see, Maka, while trying to save you, I might of..." he trailed off, muttering the last part, making Maka's eyes widen in horror.

She turns towards Soul, eyes glaring at him now. If looks could kill, Soul would of been dead seconds ago. "What did you say?" She gritted her teeth, trying to keep her cool.

"They, they might of broken.." Maka let out a scream! Soul almost jumped out of his skin by her scream... almost. He looked at Maka with a curious expression, and almost began to drop to the ground due to laughter. Maka was looking at garbage can, talking to it instead of Soul, her hand was reached out towards it, waiting for her glasses. Her face was flushed with anger as she glared at the poor object, as if she hoped it would combust into fire.

"Maka?" Soul tried to sound calm, but he was having a hard time trying to keep his laughter from showing. "You're talking to a trash can- I'm over here." he stated, he couldn't hold his laughter anymore. Maka's eyes widen with shock as she reached out her hands and tried to feel for Soul, only to trip and almost land inside the trash can. Soul quickly grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, her emerald eyes met his, and for a moment he was being pulled into them.

"Soul!" Maka snapped, bringing Soul back. "I need my glasses Soul, without them I'm really, really blind!" she was practically screaming. It was one thing after another, and she was about to break down. Soul pulled her closer, making the girl squeal in surprise. He nuzzled his head around her neck and smiled as he felt her shiver.

"It's okay. I'll help you get glasses tomorrow morning. I promise." Maka was about to scoff when she felt something touch her neck. Soul's left arm never left her waist as his right hand moved to her back.

Maka then felt something sting around her neck, "Soul? Wh-what did yo' d'?" Maka's body slumped forward as Soul held her tight. He bent down and picked her up. He walked towards the only place he could think of.

"Just trying to keep you safe, Maka..." he muttered..

Okay, so once again, I would love to thank my beta writer for taking her wonderful time from her very busy and chaotic life to revise one of my old chapters before doing anything else. :) Hope you guys enjoyed and as usual, let me know what you think!

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