Summary: A vampire coven, a werewolf's lupanar, a naga's tribe, and a dragon clan. Each want to have a claim on a certain human to further their means and augment their power before the fiends of Hell get a grasp on the mortal world. But, why? And how will the human react to such a thing?

Pairings: 3x4, 2x5, 1x2 and -maybe- 1x5x2 -maybe-

A/N: Well, I was working and this idea popped into my head. Let's see if you guys like it. If you do, I'll develop it further.

Chapter 1

Footsteps echoed in the corridor behind him, but still he kept walking. There was a meeting about to start and he was late as it was. He kept his eyes straight ahead, trying to keep his mind clear of all the thoughts swirling around him. There was only one other near him, but it seemed as if the thoughts of the others were louder than normal this evening.

"Sire," the man called out, quite out of breath. Heero stopped abruptly and did nothing to conceal his distaste at being interrupted. "News from the outside. I think it would be wise-"

"Get to the point," Heero stated, glaring at the man who thought it was necessary to talk to him. At closer look, the man seemed a bit frazzled with his clothes slightly disarrayed and his voice betraying nervousness about one thing or another. He did not have time for such things.

"There has been movement in the city," the man burst out. He came to a stop about three feet from Heero, afraid of getting much closer. He did not realize that he was already close enough to put his own life in danger from the volatile shaman.

"And?" Heero ground out, trying not to show that he was in fact interested in what this man had to say. It would not do to walk into the meeting oblivious to what was going outside the walls in which they were confined.

"Your network-" The man hardly knew what hit him as he suddenly found himself slumped against the wall with a broken jaw. Standing above him was Heero, eyes blazing and a dangerous look on his face.

"That is -not- to be mentioned," Heero hissed angrily. Not even pity crossed his mind as the man's jaw began to heal already. Their kind was like that, able to heal amidst pain. The man on the floor did not dare to stand, nor did he look up from the floor.

"He may have been found." The only indication Heero gave of even hearing the man was a slight intake of breath. Without saying another word, the shaman turned about with a bit more of a rush and headed back to the meeting that had surely started by now leaving the man on the floor without a backward glance.

There was a full moon in the sky above nestled among the bright pinpoints of stars blinking in the sea of blackness. The wind was calm and carried on upon it the faint smell of newly budding trees and the scent of the early year blossoms. In wolf form, Trowa glanced around him extending his senses outward in search for his next meal.

His hunting party consisted of three others, all younger and a bit smaller than he was. But, that was the usual. He had yet to find a mate nor an equal in the several years it had taken him to become leader of the pack. Trowa was one of the youngest to take hold of their lupanar, their pack. He had the compassion and of the pack's abilities to make it where he was today.

His pale green eyes reflected the silver moonlight as he sat atop of a tall rock outcropping. Far below him the lights of the city glowed brightly and the sound of traffic and the odd call of humans could be heard even at this height. It had been awhile since the last time he had been down there. He preferred the woods and the company of his pack. They had what they needed.

His pack was quite small but efficient. There were four males and seven females, all with a different set of strengths. They were a solitary lot for the most part. A few rock dens made up their home where they slept in twos and threes in wolf or human form. Things had remained peaceful for the past ten years.

But, something was happening. Something in the air had changed. Something was disturbing the way of life in more ways than one. Trowa sighed and turned back towards the forest. A lone cry cut through the silence. A flicker of a wolf's smile touched his face. Soon, two other cries followed the first. Trowa joined in, answering with a low pitch howl that rang through the night's air.

The hunt was on.

The rumbling sound of a nearby waterfall echoed throughout the edge of the woods. Moisture dripped from the tallest of branches to the lowest of leaves, making the ground soft and wet. The birds among the trees paid no attention to what slithered through the forest.

"Why do we have to come here?" a young Quatre asked. He missed the dry desert heat and all this wetness made his skin itch. He was in human form along with a few others. The rest of their tribe were in their animal form as Nagas.

"There have been rumors-" the elder hissed. Even though the lower half of his body was in the form of a snake, he was still taller than his son.

"But, there are always rumors," Quatre interrupted and cringed at his boldness. He did not know what had gotten into him. Environment be damned, he wanted to be dry again.

"Quatre," the elder admonished. He held a hand out, causing those that followed him to stop in silence. The elder used his keen sense of smell to try to find out what had made the surrounding forest go silent so quickly. Quatre wanted to say something more, but with a sharp look from his father, he snapped his mouth shut with an audible click.

Quatre, not able to keep quiet for long, threw out his senses to see what had entered their new found territory. His mind touched upon another's as he realized that there were other shape shifters in the area. He quickly brought his mind back to his own. With a few hand signals he relayed the information to his elder.

Within seconds Quatre and the few others had changed into their Naga forms and without a word headed back towards their cave that was hidden behind the waterfall. Deep in the rock recess, they were safe once more.

"Wolves," Quatre said simply. The elder nodded. They had come to the edge of the werewolves territory. They knew it was a possibility, but they had hoped to make it closer to the city before running across another shape shifter or being detected.

"To answer your question, Quatre, before you start spouting off again, there is substance to the rumors stirring regarding the prophecy of our people."

"Okay..." Quatre drawled out. "That still does not explain why we have to be here."

"We had to come closer to the city. The prophecy points to the One residing down there."

"A human?" Quatre asked.

"Yes, it seems so," the elder replied. Quatre humphed as he turned to go deeper in the cave.

"I do not see how a human can make such difference against the fiends that are supposed to start cropping up.

"We will see," said the elder with a sigh.

A young man sat at a long table with several scrolls laid out before him. The moon had long ago risen and the only light in the room were the couple of candles that were lit upon the table. The tall windows that lined the far wall let in the silver moonlight, casting long shadows across the floor.

Wufei sighed as the symbols on the scrolls transformed again, rearranging themselves into a different order while adding new ones to further puzzle the scholar. The scrolls were of a magical nature and for many years they had remained the same. Now though, something out there was happening to make them change constantly for the past couple of days.

"Wufei! Why in the world are you still awake?" Sally, the healer, asked as she came through the doorway in a hurry.

"I could ask you the same thing," he countered dryly.

"I was making my nightly rounds and I saw the candle light," she answered. She looked over his shoulder to try to see what he was looking at. To her, all it looked like was a bunch of chicken scratch. She could not even begin to understand what he saw on the ancient papyrus. She said as much out loud.

"I do not see how you can't see them," Wufei told her sourly. He knew he was one of the few that could actually understand the scrolls, but it still frustrated him to no end. Yes, he was a scholar, but still. Why did he have to be able to read the prophetic scrolls. He was the youngest and this always had people up in a tizzy.

Sally sighed as she put a hand on Wufei's shoulder in an effort to comfort him. He briskly shook it off and turned away from her prying eyes. Sally was always worrying about the health of his body and his mind. "What are you reading about?"

"I would tell you if I could," Wufei stated. "It is constantly changing all of a sudden. Something about a human turning necromancer, but doing such a thing is going to save humanity. Also, the myth of a new dragonling keeps being mentioned. Both of which are foolish notions."

"I do not understand how you are able to read the scrolls and not believe in them," Sally chided. She, like most of their clan, believed in their mythology surrounding their creation. They were of the dragon clan, although there had yet to be a new dragonling in the last 150 years.

"Go away Sally," he grouched. He leaned back over the scrolls which seemed to have stilled for the moment.

"Go to bed Wufei," she told him sternly. "I'll send the elders after you if you don't." This was a needless threat, but it still worked none the less.

"Fine, fine," Wufei sighed. He snuffed out the candles and headed out the door, leaving Sally in the dark without another word said. He left the scrolls lay where they were. Nobody else was going to bother with them at this hour.

He headed to the back of the shrine where the beds were kept. Throughout the rest of the night he laid there staring at the ceiling. Sleep eluded him as thoughts of necromancers and dragonlings chased each other through his mind.

Duo sighed and finally closed his textbook. His desk was next to the window, giving him the perfect view of the night sky. The lights from the city hid the stars above, but the moon was still able to be seen as its silver light came through the window.

It was just after midnight and tomorrow he had an early class, but he could not sleep. Staring into the night sky he felt a calm overcome him. He liked the feeling and wished that he could stay that way. The days were always so crowded and noisy while the night was quiet and calm.

He glanced around the small dorm room. He was one of the lucky ones to have gotten a room with only one other person. Space was an expensive commodity, but with his academics, he had managed to weasel his way into such a room.

Through the quiet hum of the city, Duo thought he could hear a howl. It was strange though, he didn't think that he was close enough to the forest to hear any wolves. But, sure enough, the one cry was soon answered by one, then another, and another. Soon, they cried in harmony. It was hard to tell if they were on the hunt or they were mourning for one they had lost.

He really should head to bed, he knew that. His morning class was not one of his easier ones and it would do him no good if he fell asleep during the lecture. There was a niggling feeling in the back of his mind and a tickle between his shoulder blades. He felt as if he was being watched and this was not the first time either.

He stood up and stuck his head out the window to get a better look around the dormitory. A few students were walking along the path a few stories below him. The courtyard beyond held a few trees and not much more. He wished he knew what made him have such a strange feeling.

With another sigh, he closed his window and headed to bed. Jin, his room mate was gone for the night, as usual. He was alone, he should ignore the feeling and go to sleep. He turned out the light and crawled into bed, already in his sleep clothes.

What Duo did not see were the eyes peering into his window. They glowed a faint red. The creature did not bother hiding the smile that crept along its face as he watched the young man in the room fall into a fitful sleep. Soon enough, Duo would know of his presence, but now was not the time.

****So, yeah. I decided to get back into writing. Let me know what you think so I know if I should develop this further.***