A/N: First claymore fanfic with AU plotline. Being stranded in the country for the weekend, I ended up writing a story. So after typing and editing, I cut a chunk out making this the first chapter to see how well this will do. Enjoy.

"So good, so delicious, the humans are all plum and healthy making them irresistible"
Tentacles torn at the groups of humans, all slain, now being ripped open, their organs slowly devoured.

The Island Kingdom known as The Organization had the reputation of a Yoma free place thanks in part to creating what they called a Claymore: warriors capable of battling what humans couldn't. And overtime the Yoma were slowly eradicated with only a few cases of awaken beings. A sense of security washed over the island and humans ventured out more and more...unfortunately now becoming ideal pray for this awaken being.

"The children...so tender" the female voice said as she ripped open the children's stomachs slowly pulling any organ her appendages could grip. Her eyes slowly saw a human attempting to crawl away only for his back to be impaled and picked him up to her eye level; he cringed with fear.

"Impossible...impossible...Yoma...where eradicated...years ago" he forced out with blood pouring from his month.

The Awaken Being gave off a laugh

"A false sense of security is what will lead to this island's downfall and...oh you look so good" the man briefly screamed before being torn open. "So invigorating, must savor this, their so good I MUST have more...no, can't alert my presence"

Her appendages wrapped around the dead bodies throwing them into the ocean behind her while more brought water to wash the blood from the sand and grass. She suddenly felt a Yoki slowly walking toward her location. She wasted no time speeding like the wind further inland to avoid the Claymores, the heroic protectors of this island.

"First I must learn how powerful the enemy is...then eat those juicy humans mmmmm" her mouth started to water and she forced herself to stop the thoughts so she could focus.

Back at the beach, a claymore came walking by.

"Weird, I thought I sense something" She didn't give it another thought, and kept patrolling the coastline.

The medieval style city was bustling with business on such a nice sunny day. Shops were set in front of the stone and wooden houses that dominated this area. The crowds pushed and shoved effortlessly while the merchants shouted attempting to attract customers and make a profit. In the center stood two Claymores guarding the area as a precaution and children gathered around them in awe. Little did everyone know was that an awaken being was within. She had transformed into a human disguise, dark green hair almost could be mistaken for black at a distance. Looking around 16/17 years of age and dressed in rags, she looked like the poor of this city and that's what she wanted. People gave her a brief glimpse before turning to more important matters. She heavily suppressed her yoki to the point a claymore would have to know of her presence before focusing on it. She stayed to the sides of the shops, walking by as if she was a ghost. As she passed the two Claymores, one of them gave her a look before turning her head back and shrugging to the other.

"To easy" she thought grinning. She started to use her senses in an attempt to find this city slums for she was getting hungry. After walking for 10 minutes she knew she was approaching the poorest parts of the city defined by its rundown buildings and the rags people wore around her, along with no roads, just man made trails. Her hunger started to grow steadily and she looked around for an isolated place. Her senses suddenly picked up four men slowly starting to follow her while the women around backed away.

"Can't make an appearance without alerting those warriors, must find a more isolated place" she muttered while restraining her hunger

She entered a rundown house, filled with the poor but they ignored her, more concerned ahen their next meal would be. She located a doorway revealing stairs heading downwards. She took that path still hearing the men behind her, sensing their smiles, thinking that had hit it.

"Men...so foolish...so delicious" She forced herself to refrain from laughing knowing they would soon die. She went to the basement, only a few drunken low life's littering the place. The four men soon came down.

"Look at that guys" one of them said "You don't see this everyday"

"No you don't, let's not waste this" another said unbuckling his pants, filled with lust.

"I wonder how you taste" she said grinning catching three of them of guard but the one with his pants down smile: "We'll I guess we could do that" he said slowly rushing towards her.

"That's not what I meant" she chuckled briefly puzzling him but he rushed himself against her kissing her. He enjoyed a few moments.

"Ah man she does tongue...and wait what the... Whoa it's pretty long and...what..AHAHHHAHAHHA"

The man found himself terrified as a million micro blade like appendages shot from her tongue. He screamed in pain and forced himself off her falling to the ground while holding his blood soaked mouth. The awaken beings two foot tongue licked the blood within.

"Even the poor taste so good!" She exclaimed her voice becoming a dark echo frightening those around her.

"Is that a Yoma!?" One asked with fear

"No it's worse, it a voracious eater!" One screamed turning his back only to be impaled multiple times. The others turned to see her whole arm was like a giant stump with many appendages coming from it.

"You all look so good; my mouth is watering, so hungry!" She exclaimed her eyes turning red and her mouth becoming enlarged with sharp teeth.

"What the hell did we get ourselves into!?"

"God, please, I don't want to die!" another cried cried

The two men unharmed made a mad dash towards to the exit only to find themselves impaled. While they groaned in pain, she started to tear them up, enjoying their inwards falling out.

"So good, poor or rich alike, their all good!" She dug her mouth into the small feast and within moments finished. She reached for the drunken men, who were not in reality the moment they too were ripped apart. After finishing her meal, she turned to the man with the bleeding mouth. He was stuffing rags to stop the bleeding but froze in place when she set her eyes on him. He simply whimpered in fear and started crying.

"I do love when humans cry, they taste...salty" her smile enlarged as the man became wrapped and torn apart. "So...salty" she licked her lips eating him.

The area was where the nature is. You know the green grass and trees with wide open space, away from the busy areas. There walked a claymore, standard uniform and blonde hair. Her hair reached the top of the neck with a few bangs in the front. She kept a steady pace, eyes averted to what was in front of her, focusing on nothing in particular. Then out of nowhere, a vine shot out and she immediately dodged it. A growl was heard and out came an awaken being.

"Die claymore!" she roared shooting her finger tips in a vain attempt to kill her. The being was a mixture of green and red, her body frame muscular with millions of ripples, like a mutated gorilla, her legs also built with claw like feet. Her face somewhat human look alike with two big long braids that would stretch and act as spears.

Welcome to the training grounds for becoming a claymore. An isolated spot on the island. Just because Yoma were gone from this island didn't mean they were extinct as a whole. Other places experienced this problem and there were many victims. And as such some strived to become a claymore to avenge their family and friends death.

"I SAID DIE YOU BITCH!" the awaken being shot her finger tips again only for the claymore to preform her signature move the 'Buzz Saw'. Spinning her blade extremely fast in a circular motion she sliced the vines coming at her with ease and tilted sideways, slicing along the grass as she rushed up against the awaken being and cut of its left arm; it screamed in pain.

"Dam these signature moves!" It bellowed attempting to smash its right fist onto the ground, failing at hitting her as she sped around her before giving off a slash onto the back. It growled in pain. "I'm not going to lose to a trainee!"

The being launched up into the air, letting the sunlight blind the claymore. Her two braids shot from above gripping the Claymores sword hand. Landing, she shot her finger tips from her right hand impaling the claymore. She bent down coughing blood while trying to keep a grip on her sword.

"You lose...claymore" said the being giving off a victorious grin before ripping off her right arm.

"Stand down Luly"

The Being known as Luly sighed before withdrawing her finger tips and throwing the sever arm back to the claymore who had tears rolling down her eyes.

"Lucky bastard" it said nastily. The being reverted back into human form, and as usual had the extreme beauty figure. Thin white girl with black hair reaching to her shoulders, little, looking around 10 years of age. Her left arm was missing but slowly growing back. She was nude, the rags being torn when she transformed. Two Claymores came from behind throwing a blanket over her. "See you next time claymore" she grinned, her bangs coming down near her eyes as she tilted a little downwards giving off a very unsettling look.

"Let's go" demanded the claymore to the right of her. She turned around as the two flanked her.

Now you may be wondering why the hell an awaken being was an island Yoma free. Claymores still came to be trained to help eradicate the Yoma. The Kingdom of the Organization made it a priority and was doing a dam good job, targeting the nests or what was also called the breeding grounds. Still a trainee ground needed to be established. The Organization had yet to find a completely isolated island and refused to cleanse one due to its war rules it established. The decision to place the trainee ground in an isolated spot on this island came after much debate until the single dight Claymores proclaimed they could contain this. And now came what to train with?

There was still rigorous training and painful process involved, but new ways were being made to fight and the organization decided to up its fight by having trainees fight against the awaken which in turn helped them against the enemy easily. And what just happened was a trainees final test...versing an awaken being.

"We'll that could of gone better Aleea"

The claymore trainee known as Aleea gripped the grass with her left hand as she forced herself to accept defeat.

"Might want to reattach that arm"

Aleea reached over and picked her arm up before reattaching it after a few moments.

"The awaken was a former offensive claymore so she'll regenerate her limbs at a slower rate, had it been a defensive it would of regenerated instantly. Had this not been a training field, you would have died"

Aleea looked up at the person who was scolding/lecturing her. It was Clare, number one of the Claymores.

"Clare I'll be fine" she said sheathing her claymore. "Besides...I just got caught off guard"

"That awaken was in the 40s, if you can't beat her, then you will die. You can slain as many Yoma as you want, but eventually you'll meet someone more powerful and you will be killed"

Aleea took a breath wanting to end this but not in an angry explosion. "I'll succeed next time" she stated before walking off. Clare stood for some time before someone else showed up.

"Such an impulsive child she is" it was Miria, number two.

"She wants to win so badly, but that blinds her to her faults"

"That awaken nearly killed her"

"I know and that's the weakest"

"We'll it has to be for safety. We could easily cut it down if it went berserk" said Miria

"That's not the point. They are the weakest, and if they lose, how can they possibly win. I have no doubt she'll win the second time around but in war you don't get a second chance" stated Clare walking off.

"We all learn as we go along Clare, we all learn from experience" said Miria before also walking off.

Aleea had approached the trainee camp. She was disappointed, almost angry she had lost. She was sure victory was hers when she cut the arm off, but was unprepared to deal with that air attack, and especially was caught off guard when her arm was pulled apart. She had been so sure she was ready, so sure she could enter the ranks but lost, and it was gnawing her mind.

The camp was separated into two sections. One was a stone building sealed from the outside world where the process of becoming a claymore began. Some training be done but most of it would take place on the outside. Many tents surrounded it with some trainees engaging in sparring with each other.

"So Aleea, did you get your number?" one of them asked

She was about to answer but notice how everyone stopped and stared in awe and fear at the awaken behind her. Aleea found herself backing away a bit. The two Claymores flanked her but if one looked closer they seemed very relaxed and almost bored. Still to the trainee it was intimidating to see this. Most became perplexed, seeing this ten year old one arm girl. Her left arm was slowly regenerating, the muscle tissue slowly forming the hand and the rest of the arm showing signs of skin. She then stopped in front of Aleea

"Try not to lose next time" she mocked and grinned and kept walking. Aleea lost herself for a moment and she drew her blade and attempted to strike down Luly. She simply smiled as her eyes turned gold and made her right arm awaken: blocking the attack. "You make think you're strong, but you're still just a trainee!" She mocked, her voice becoming disoriented as her face became strained.

"Trainee, stand down" ordered one of the Claymores

"NO! I refuse to let her win!" Aleea yelled rage boiling inside.

"You're so weak and pathetic; you stand no chance against me!" Luly then mutated into her awaken form rising taller than those around her. The fear within the area grew rapidly.

"Your funeral trainee" said the other claymore and the two stepped back. In their eyes why should they stop two people from wanting to fight so badly?

"I'm going to enjoy killing you!" Luly shot her finger tips around the sword nearly impaling Aleea.

"I could say the same thing!" She responded rising her sword in an attempt to strike her down but was instead thrusted aside.

"Now it's time to finish this pointless battle, DIE!" She screamed shooting her fingertips. Aleea attempted to get up until she was impaled. Her old wounds, not fully healed, didn't make it any better. She refused to lose again and raised her sword but the awaken sped across her, slicing off her right arm again.

"This is easier than before, now for the finishing blow!" She raised her right hand preparing to smash Aleea's skull in but out of nowhere, the sound of something cutting through the wind was heard and before she knew it her right arm was cut off clean and purple blood spewed out.

"AHAHAHHAHAHA" she yelled in pain. She looked down to see Clare in front of Aleea.

"Give it a rest, you lost" said Clare calmly. Luly huffed and puffed but ultimately resigned going back into her human form. This time a nearly complete left arm with a severed right one. She gave a disgusted look before heading off.

"I-" Aleea started but was cut off

"You're not ready" stated Clare glaring at her

"I'm sorry, she got to me"

Clare stared at her but if one looked closely she was relieved. Relieved that Aleea wouldn't explode with anger.

"Interesting"

The being that came to this island in the afternoon decided to study the enemy. She almost laughed after such a low ranking being nearly killed that trainee until she felt such a powerful yoki that she almost missed it. That claymore, Clare, was remarkable. The power she sensed was unbelievable and it was making her hungry.

"I have such a large appetite, but I can't eat freely without attracting attention. So far no one notices me, but how long will that last? Maybe I need a diversion? Yes to see how well they can fight. And that awaken, may of use to me, very weak also, but still hmmmmmm"

A ship came to port and slowly approached the docks. The crew on both sides worked to tie the ship down. The sun was starting to set, its orange light illuminating on the horizon. Up came three Claymores. Helen: number three, Deneve: number four, and a trainee.

"Let's see how you do kid" said Helen motioning the trainee forward. Every once in a while ships from other islands would stop here, either for goods, or people seeking refugee do to its Yoma free title. But of course Yoma would try to sneak past this and it was decided to have trainees do this to train their Yoki.

"Hear about Aleea's test?" Asked Deneve arms folded

"Let me guess she lost"

"You have no faith" grinned Deneve

"She is impulsive and easily get's angry over trash talk" explained Helen

"GOD DAMMIT!"

The duo turned to see the trainee slice a passenger who morphed into a Yoma soon afterwards. Half his body fell into the sea.

"Awe shit we took the wrong ship" said another

Two more passengers transformed and rushed for the trainee. She jumped before turning around and decapitating them both. She landed and faced another one who had a woman by the thoart.

"Make one move claymore and I'll rip her head OFF!" He screamed a mixture of fear and anger.

The trainee faced it, slanting her eyes, trying to deduce the best approach.

"Now drop the AHAHAHHAHAHA" the sword skid across his face, missing the women. He lost his grip and felt a punch into the stomach. He fell to the ground and felt the sword on his neck

"What did you mean when you said you took the wrong ship" asked the trainee intrigued

"Wouldn't you like to know claymore" he leaped up trying to strike her but got his right arm cut off.

"Then die"

Multiple cuts spread across the Yoma's body before falling apart.

"You did well Shuyu" said Helen eyes closed and clapping

"Sir I understand she has flaws but-"

"Screw the buts. She has potential but fails to channel her anger properly. We fear if she battles again she will awaken"

Clare was facing the council, the kings advisors. A group of three men, all powerful, some kind hearted, some greedy, all wore darks robes. The left one was short and bald wearing glasses. The middle: tall, muscular, with brown hair; clean cut. The right, gray beard with a receding hairline. He was the oldest. The room was surrounded with stone walls, a giant wooden desk towering over Clare. It was usually bright but with the sun setting, it was getting darker. She was currently talking to the left one. The middle one then spoke.

"You personally trained her, I don't understand what could have happened? She's adventurous and determined, yet lacks the ability to withstand such stupid comments. If she is that easy to get too, then I also believe she is at a risk for awakening"

The right one spoke

"I believe trainee #342, also known as Aleea, seeks to prove herself to you Clare. And sadly that may end up hurting her. Normally I recommend some breathing exercises but in her case, it's useless. Perhaps some one on one training with a mission involved?"

The left one gagged

"You want to send her into combat! Are you mad!?"

"She's still a warrior, and as I recall, you're the one who recommended that awaken being stay on this island, so don't come attacking me about safety!" retorted the middle one.

"We'll then it's settled, let us review a mission, one not to difficult. Speaking of which, how that's awaken doing?"

"She's secure, knows she can't escape, and gives the trainees a sense of realism. I do believe she'll end up, no, she'll aim to kill them but as we all know it's a risk to becoming a claymore"

"Fighting an awaken without killing it, using strength yet restraint, an excellent way of training" said the middle

"This meeting is adjourned" finished the left.

Clare walked out the room and as soon as the giant wooden doors shut, they talked again amongst themselves.