I don't own Soul Eater, and if I did, I definitely would not have made the decisions that were shown in the recent chapters. Anyway, enjoy, and if you have some time, review! It's highly appreciated!

"The Brew" was one of the largest known clubs in Death City. It was also the only club made solely for supernaturals, although it did see it's fair share of human clientele. After midnight, however, that's when they came out. The further into the night it went, the less humans ventured there, and the more S.N's did. The club workers themselves were supernaturals. In order to protect the safety of all supernaturals, no human could be hired, and for their safety, no human was allowed in after midnight. It was just after midnight and the last human had left...

The owner of the club, a witch that went by the name Blair, looked out over the crowd of her people. All over were witches, wolves, shifters, fey, and demons of all kinds. A light smile pulled onto her features as she thought of this safe haven. Most of these people had no where else, besides their own homes, to be themselves, for fear of discovery. She leaned against the balcony, watching down on her club, when a figure stood quietly next to her. Out of the corner of her amber orbs, she saw the demon, Soul. He stood at 6 feet, but slouched to 5'10, with stark white hair, tan, rugged features, and deep crimson eyes. Each demon had a gift, something that made them unique, although the ability could be shared through lineage, and Soul's gift was madness. Now it was an odd description, and as such, his abilities weren't completely known, besides the cookie-cutter super strength, sight and agility. He had a madness that could infect others. Blair looked at the demon, brushing a strand of her violet hair out of her face.

"Good evening, Soul Eater. How are you?" He didn't respond, and only leaned against the balcony with the witch. Not wanting to push him into conversing, she turned back to the crowd, seeing a familiar flash of red hair.

"He seems to be serious tonight." Blair cocked her head towards the younger male next to her.

"Do you sense intentions now, Eater?" He scoffed and walked away, but not before leaving a last thought.

"He's searching for you."

Blair turned to face the man as he met the top step. His cobalt eyes held a seriousness she had never seen in him all the years she had known him.

"What brings you here, Spirit?"

"She was pregnant." The witch was confused as to the abrupt response from the demon. Leaning her back against the balcony, she smoothed out her black dress, waiting for her friend to explain. It was skintight, as usual, and stopped at her midthigh. It had one strap that went across her right breast and shoulder, behind her neck, and ended at her left shoulder blade. Her feet were crossed over one another, clad in black stilettos. After a minute, Blair looked back up to the man and spoke again.

"Who was pregnant?" He looked away from her, seemingly lost in a memory, before he breathed the one word.

"Kami."

"Little faery, you look lost." The blonde stepped back, glaring at the man who didn't understand personal space, and took in the club she was in. She noticed that it was called "The Brew", and that everyone here was a supernatural. She could even pick out some fae that she's seen before. Once again, the man stepped into her view, his stench causing her to wrinkle her nose. Definitely werewolf.

"I'd appreciate it immensely if you would learn the concept of personal space...now." The man just laughed, his black eyes shut tight. Opening them again, he leaned into her face once more, a grin on his face.

"Pretty little faery, why don't you come home with me?" he purred. Now it wasn't that the man wasn't attractive, he was, but his stench was so god-awful that Maka just couldn't stand him. That, and his manners. In a quick shove, Maka had his face and body a good five feet away from her. The werewolf looked at her in shock, surprised that she was even able to push him at all. The surprise soon morphed into anger, and now he stepped towards the thin blonde, with dangerous intent in his eyes. A small curl of fear wove its way into Maka, as the large man started towards her...At least until a white haired man casually strolled between the two. He was dressed in a black t-shirt, with dark blue fitted pants, and combat boots. The two looked at him dumbfounded, but something familiar within Maka stirred, something that only happened when she was around her father. Demon. The white-haired man sighed, hands in his pockets and slightly slouching.

"What are you doing Free?" The werewolf snarled at the young man.

"Eater...Get outta my way! That little sprite needs ta learn some manners!" Maka raised an eyebrow to the wolf, and couldn't help blurting out.

"I need to learn some manners?!" Her tone darkening. The demon in front of her glanced over his shoulder at her, and Maka was silenced by his crimson eyes. From this angle, he made that wolf look like an ugly duckling. When he was satisfied she wouldn't interrupt again, he turned back to Free, while Maka decided to take in the club. It had two floors, with a wraparound balcony, and most everyone seemed to be watching them. While the demon in front of her was trying to get rid of Free, Maka watched her father and a purple-haired woman walk quickly towards them.

"Maka!" he yelled, coming up to stand in front of her. She looked up at him, his blue eyes full of worry, trying to see if she was harmed, but the darker undercurrent of anger flashing was through them. His frame was tense, and she watched the sclera around his bright cobalt eyes bleed black. He turned to Free, in the wolf's face.

"Who do you think you are, even thinking of touching my daughter?" His voice was guttural and completely demonic, and it had Free taking a slight step back. The white-haired demon turned to Blair, who was watching Maka. The blonde noticed, and looked at the woman, about to ask her what she was looking at. Before she could, Blair spoke.

"You look just like your mother." It knocked Maka off-balance, staring wide-eyed at the woman.

"You know my mother?" She whispered. Blair nodded and smiled.

"Yeah...I grew up with her." Heat flashed under Maka's skin, causing her to look towards her father, who had revealed his claws and was currently digging them into Free's throat. Both Maka and Blair yelled for the older demon at the same time, but Maka had also stepped forward, grabbing onto his arm tightly.

"Papa...papa, let him go!" Underneath her palm, a strong heat emanated from her, causing her father to release Free in pain. He hissed and turned, about to lunge for whoever attacked him, when he realized it was Maka. The blonde was panting slightly, worry in her viridian orbs. He sighed, his sclera returning to normal, and pulled her into a hug.

"I'm sorry Maka. I didn't mean to frighten you." The blonde nodded, and cautiously hugged him back. At this point, Blair had kicked Free out, and returned to see Spirit coming over to talk to her privately.

"Who's the white-haired kid?" Blair looked over at Soul, who was watching Maka with a mask of apathy, but Blair had learned to read the boy's expressions, and underneath that façade, his eyes flickered in curiosity. She smiled slightly.

"His name is Soul. You should thank him for saving your daughter." Was all she said before going to rejoin the two.

Maka glanced over to the white-haired demon from beneath her lashes. Taking a deep breath, she looked at him, and spoke before she lost her nerve.

"My name is Maka...what is yours?" He glanced over at her, and his look made Maka want to flush with stupidity. Thinking he wasn't going to respond, she looked away quickly.

"Neverm-" "Soul." Her green orbs were wide when she turned back to him. Taking that in, Maka smiled, holding a hand out.

"Thank you for saving me, Soul." he looked at her hand for a minute, gaging whether or not she was serious, and took her small hand in his large, calloused one. Even though it was rough, Maka noticed that his fingers were long and graceful...Pianist fingers. The thought popped in her head and she wasn't sure why. He dropped her hand, and she looked back into his face. He slowly smirked, revealing razor sharp teeth, and he inwardly knew that she wouldn't want anything to do with him now...but that was fine with him.

"Maka! Come on, we're leaving." Maka looked over to see Spirit walking toward the exit, before nodding.

"Alright Papa." She turned back to Soul with a grin.

"It was nice meeting you, Soul. I hope to see you again!" She said, running out the door of the club after her father.

The demon could only shake his head in disbelief at the little fae-Maka. Blair had sidled up next to him when he wasn't looking.

"Quite the cute little thing, huh?" Soul pulled from the witch, only to level her fully with his glare, before walking past her.

"I don't do cute." Even though his voice obviously held no trace of humor, he could still hear Blair's tinkling laughter follow him.