Hi guys~ Welp, I abandoned my Naruto fanfic to write this! I like this better. Anyways, as usual. I'm a new author, I'm new to writing. BE FUCKING BRUTALLY HONEST IN YOUR REVIEWS. THANK YOU. This is practice for me, so I need to know what I'm doing wrong~

Prologue

A mad cackling sounded, and Maka turned around, Soul clutched tightly in her hands. Her wide, green eyes flickered to every shadow, every hiding place. She whipped her head around again, when she felt a breeze pass by her, Soul voicing his alarm.

"Maka, whatever this thing is, it isn't for one-star meisters and weapons."

Maka glared at the shining blade in her grip and growled at it. "We can take it, I know we can." Her voice echoed in the dark alley, shadows wiggling out at them before Maka brought Soul down to point at them threateningly. The mad giggling sang out into the air again. The mad, dark chuckles raising every hair on Maka's spine and causing a deep, primal fear to settle in her chest.

"Mak-"

"Soul, look!"

Maka finally saw it. This beast that had lured them and taunted them. Long, dark, stringy hair fell down to its shoulders. Vibrant red eyes shone at them with madness, mirth, and bloodlust. Pale, un blemished skin stretched tight over high cheekbones and an elegant face. Well, it would be elegant if not for the mouth full of sharp fangs, that put even Soul's to shame, leering at them.

Maka's eyes widened again. Was this even a pre-kishin? It was, for all intents and purposes, acting like one, but something felt… wrong. Maka just couldn't quite put her finger on it.

The creature tilted its head to the left, bones cracking and popping until the dark-haired head practically rested on the man's shoulder. "Hehe, what do we have here? What kind of meal did I catch today?" The beast laughed again, grinning at the girl and her weapon, flashing his fangs.

"Maka…"

"Yeah, Soul, I think you're right…"

The monster frowned at their hesitation to attack. Wasn't it normal human intuition to flip out on what was frightening them? He pouted. "Oh, you're not going to play with me?" Maka's heart beat even faster, and this the fanged monster could hear. He licked his lips. "Well, I guess I'll just have to play with you…"

The monster leapt towards them so suddenly Maka barely had time to block. Long, dark claws, clacked and screeched against Soul, trying to tear into the metal. "Hehe, haha, oh, this will be so much fun…" The monster lunged towards Maka's neck, just missing and teeth coming to an audible snap as his jaws met.

"Clever girl," the monster stopped and applauded her, before launching into a fit of maniacal laughter. His sides heaved and a dark coat fluttered around him, shadows pooling off of him. "But, I'm afraid, play time is almost over, and I'm hungry…" The vampire closed his eyes briefly, before opening them to reveal black schlera and red iris. "And, you, my dear, look so delectable, I might just have to take a bite…"

Maka choked, and Soul growled.

"Maka…"

"Soul…"

"Soul resonance!"

"Witch hunter!"

Maka brought the blade back, feeling the hum of the wavelengths. No, wave length, only one. Her wavelength and Soul's mixed together and amplified, creating a symphony of power. The crescent shape swung back with deceptive ease.

"Your soul is mine!" Maka cried, and swung Soul out to meet the smirking black-haired devil.

"I'm sorry, but it appears you are mistaken," a slimy voice whispered in her ear. Maka stiffened, and Soul growled again, his irate reflection appearing in the blade. The crimson-eyed fiend had moved so fast, so fast that Black*Star would have been wailing at the unfairness of it all.

"You…" Soul began.

"Hush. But it is in fact, your Soul, that is mine."

Again, faster than she could see, the vampire moved and grabbed Soul, flinging the weapon away from his meister. Soul shouted in shock, before becoming human and running towards Maka. No, Soul… wait, that's just what he wants! "Soul, stay away, that's just what he wants you to do!" Maka began to struggle, but the vampire just held her hands behind her back with one hand and tilted her head with the other. "He's after you, not me!"

The vampire looked at Maka. "Clever girl… yes, weapon blood is easily the best. High amounts of magic that are second only to witches and gods." His breath ghosted over her ear again, ruffling stray hairs and making her shiver. "And I will make you watch as he dies." The vampire smirked before backhanding her into the side of the alley, and then pounced on Soul.

Soul's eyes widened, and he scrambled back, away from the fiend. Still, the vampire managed to hit his target, and flattened the white-haired boy into the cobblestone. He leaned over Soul, knees on either side of him, hands holding Soul's down to the ground. The vampire smirked again, and focused his red eyes on the boy's neck, just below the jaw. He could see, see just barely, a small throb. Holding Soul's hands with just one hand now, the vampire shoved Soul's head away, and leaned in. Soul's breath hitched and he struggled even more now, legs flailing in an attempt to extract him from the death grip.

The vampire just smiled and bared his fangs, that sharp, precise instruments hovering right over the pulse point, his warm breath billowing out onto Soul's neck, raising goose bumps.

Maka groaned, and shifted under the weight of the bricks. Slowly, she rose and poked her head out from under the stone. She rubbed her jaw. She'd been lucky that her neck hadn't snapped from the force of that blow. Warily, she looked around for her foe and her partner.

Her eyes readjusted to the gloom, and she heard slurping. Maka's gasped as the realization of what was happening dawned on her. Soul!

Desperately, she looked for a weapon. Anything, a crowbar, a piece of debris she could lift, anything… Suddenly, her eyes caught a glint of metal. Sore, aching, and desperate, she crawled towards it. Her fingers fumbled around, touching rock and brick, and then the metal. Grunting with the effort of even such a little effort, Maka wrenched the shiny metal from under some brick.

A gun, She'd found a gun, a pistol to be precise. She almost felt tears well up in relief. Shaking, with trembling hands, she checked for a bullet.

One.

One bullet.

One shot to save Soul.

Maka closed her eyes, praying to Shinigami-sama, even though she knew he wouldn't hear. She prayed for just one ounce of Kid's skill, just this one time. Maka blinked, aimed the gun, re-aimed, licked her lips, aimed, and then…

Pulled the trigger.

A shot roared out into the air, nearly deafening Maka, and was followed by the sound of a body falling.