Authors Notes: If you want to fully understand this fanfiction I strongly recommend that you read these notes, however, if you're happy to let it wash over you without thinking about the timeline or things like that, scroll down and get reading! Now on with the notes!

Timeline: This is set mainly in the Gundam Wing universe just after the end of the war...which would make it around A.C. 196 but we're not going to get too bogged down with actual dates. Everythings preety much been shoved forward a few hundred years so that the events in all the other programs/animes etc just happen alongside the events in Gundam Wing. Theres one exception to that rule, but that will get explained when it pops up, the finer details of the changes I've made to various timelines will also be explained when they actually turn up.

Who's Involved: This is a mass crossover. For definite it includes: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Night World, Vampire Diaries, Gundam Wing, Stargate, Angel Sanctuary, Torchwood, Death Note, Blade and various Kelly Armstrong books. It will most likely also contain: Gravitation, Prince of Tennis and Ouran High School Host Club. The following may turn up, but its not for definite, this is just prior warning in case they do: Full Metal Panic and Harry Potter.

To make this easier for people who aren't familiar with all of these, at the end of each chapter I will list any new characters and where they come from.

Warnings: This is basically a story about a war, so theres gonna be bad languages and it just might get gory. Also, there will be same sex pairings in this, if you don't like it, I'm not forcing you to read it.

Acknowledgements: I need to say a massive massive thank you to Jess, my most amazing friend who is both my proof reader and resident trouble shooter. She hears all my ideas and makes sure they all make sense and forces me to fill in all the holes in my plots and timelines. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of it, its all borrowed.

Edit: Extra note: Please stick around till chapter 3 before you decide if you want to read this or not. The first two chapters were written under the influence of drugs, sleep deprivation and the sixth form study room. In chapter four, there are angels! Please do stick around till then.

I think thats all the notes needed for now, so lets get started!

Prologue

Hunter Redfern was pissed off. He'd always prided himself on being one of the most evil beings on the planet, always there, in the background of the major events of the last few centuries, revelling in as well as shaping the destruction that humanity has indulged in since its creation. He'd quickly discovered how easy it was to satisfy his need for pain, suffering and destruction simply by allowing human history to take its natural course. The opportunities always presented themselves, without fail, all that humanity needed to keep Hunter fully entertained, was the occasional push in the right direction. Once the ideal situation had been created, a war, a revolution, genocide etc Hunter could sink back into obscurity and fulfil all his darkest fantasies without anyone taking the least bit of notice. A world war for example, rather eclipses the disappearance of a few poor city girls, whose lives passed with even less recognition their deaths. During a revolution, it is expected that people are killed, mutilated or just vanish off the face of the earth. Aside from all that Hunter could do personally during these periods of war and general conflict, there were other good things about them. Humans dieing, millions of them, and anything that resulted in less humans was magnificent in Hunters opinion. So he was understandably upset when he realised that he'd missed the latest war.

Yes. Hunter had managed to miss a war that had included the whole world and the colonies as well. A war of such magnitude that it made both previous world wars look like playground squabbles, a truly glorious war, the kind of thing that Hunter had only ever dreamed about, and he'd missed it. He blamed it entirely on his recent strict policy of ignoring all humans and their affairs in favour of a nomadic, hermit like existence travelling around the small towns of the world that still allowed for quick and easy pickings without requiring him to be in contact with humans for any prolonged period of time. He had in fact, spent a large amount of time in Australia and Siberia, the first never featured greatly in any type of conflict and the second was filled with a people who had no real government and meandered along without concerning themselves with things that occurred beyond their immediate horizon. Therefore it was hardly surprising that news of this war hadn't reached him till he took a trip back to the USA, where he had lived a great deal of his life and was surprised to find them in the middle of huge celebrations.

Hunter was aware of several festivals that were celebrated across the entirety of the country, but what he found on this visit didn't match his memories of these in the slightest. Firstly, none of the festivals he could remember were celebrated at that time. Secondly, they were mostly family affairs whereas this one seemed to be crossing that particular barrier. Finally, in the celebrations he remembered there were always miserable non-participants, but on this occasion every seemed universally happy. It puzzled him, puzzled him sufficiently to seek further information from a passer by who seemed sober enough to engage in a coherent conversation. The passer by was very helpful, once he'd been assured that Hunter wasn't crazy, drunk or suffering from a sever head injury that had resulted in amnesia, and had been perfectly happy to fill Hunter in on the important points related to the war. He was so helpful Hunter let him go unharmed.

Since that conversation, just under a week previously, Hunter had had to indulge in many killings in an attempt to lessen his intense anger, disappointment and embarrassment at having missed out. Unfortunately, it hadn't worked and he had changed tactics. Sinking into pathetic self-pity, even though he would have rather killed himself than admitted it. He sat in the comfortable arm chair in the cluttered living room of the apartment that he had commandeered from a little old lady after helping her carry her shopping up the stairs. That little juxtaposition of hurting and helping had cheered him up minutely for at least half an hour, but now the self-pity was back with vengeance and he was sitting in the armchair and wallowing. How had he, one of the supreme evils of the friggin' universe ended up in this situation? He should have been in the thick of it, watching, prodding and getting his fill of blood and gore. He should at this point have been wallowing in blood, not self-pity!

With a snarl of frustration he jumped to his feet and started to pace up and down, which was more of a challenge than it sounds as almost every piece of available space, was covered with some article of furniture. Briefly he wondered how people managed to live in such claustrophobic environments, personally he needed space, spending day in day out in such an enclosed space would have made him even more homicidal than he already was, which would be bad for anyone with a pulse. Actually, considering just how frustrated and angry Hunter was at that moment, everything with a pulse was in serious danger anyway so it really didn't matter too much.

As he paced, he plotted, or at least he tried to. He had to compensate, there was no way round it. Somehow he had to make himself feel evil again, he was feeling so emasculated by this, it was almost physically painful. The obvious course of action was to come up with and then flawlessly execute some scheme or other that the general population of this pathetic planet would consider evil and despicable. For someone who had made these sorts of schemes his profession this shouldn't have been at all difficult. Distressingly enough, Hunter was running a little low on inspiration. All great artists have this problem, he told himself, they all run into blocks now and again, no need to worry, you'll come up with something eventually.

Hunter's main problem was pride. If he hadn't had pride, he'd simply have settled for a plan he'd already carried out once, probably one that had been thwarted and therefore he would have know what could go wrong and it would have succeeded and he would easily have gotten his fill of death and destruction. Sadly, Hunter had pride and he refused to try the same tactic twice, that would mark him out as an amateur and that was unacceptable. He could not be lower than the best, which was the one thing he was certain about. Except he couldn't think of anything that was at all suitable, his mind just wouldn't focus. Instead of thinking about huge scales of destruction, he just kept fantasising about the simplest acts of violence. A hundred times he saw his thin fingers slide round a fragile neck and squeeze, a thousand times his teeth sank deep into that same neck…there was nothing fancy…nothing special, his creativity was utterly gone.

Disgusted he left the flat. To take an inspirational walk would be one way of describing his intention, practise would be another, and more appropriate way. The area in which he had made his home was ideal for practise. It was a good-sized town, just big enough to have a good part of town, a bad part of town and a part that wasn't either. Just small enough to never be recognized nationally or internationally, the sort of place that would have to see a massacre to get into the news. He'd settled into the part of it that was set neatly between the good and the bad, a five minute walk up the road took him to large houses, posh restaurants and up market shopping, a five minute walk down the same road took him to run down bars, dilapidated houses and a meal on every street corner.

Today he felt like the lesser challenge offered by the more up market part of town and so he headed up the road. As always Hunter enjoyed the effect he had on people by simply passing by them. Vain would not be the right word to describe him, he was above the pettiness of that particular emotion, no, again it was pride and only pride that made him enjoy having all eyes on him. He was fully aware that he was handsome, perhaps not in the traditional sense of the word, but certainly everyone who looked at him was forced to acknowledge that he was exceptionally good to look at. Stupid humans, they only had to take one look at his blood red hair, golden eyes and unmistakeably aristocratic features to be utterly entranced. When your looks are impressive enough to hypnotise everyone who sees you, they are most definitely something to be proud of and it would almost be a crime not to enjoy the effect they cause. At least, this was Hunters opinion on the subject and to disagree with him was a fundamentally bad idea.

Hunter's mood had been improved considerably by the time darkness was falling and he reached the main hub of the good part of town. It wasn't much when compared to major towns and cities, a good-sized square with the obligatory fountain at its centre surrounded by a small piece of grass clogged with too many flowers that forced their sickly sweet scent into the air making it almost unpleasant to breathe. Not that anyone would ever say that, they were flowers, they were nice, their down sides must be ignored. Bars, restaurants and shops, all of them respectable, welcoming and friendly, surrounded the square. It was an idyllic setting, almost irritatingly so from Hunters perspective. He preferred his towns without the aura of eerie perfection, but this one had its advantages.

The main advantage was obvious as he crossed the square at a leisurely pace, heading for his favourite bar on the opposite side. Everyone he passed acknowledged him with a smile, no one eyed him suspiciously or went out of their way to avoid him, it made him chuckle softly to himself. Trust. This town was disgustingly saturated with trust, the people had so little experience with crime and the brutal realities of life that they were almost childlike in their naïve trust of anyone and everyone. It would have taken him pulling a machine gun on these people to make them fear him, no; he would probably have to shoot a few people before there was real fear. Sickening, as it was, the amount of nice vibes in the atmosphere quickly made Hunter nauseous, it did make his life much easier.

He reached the bar; he favoured it because it was darker than the rest, went inside and immediately selected his target. He always found his target on the first casual sweep of the bar, he would only move to another target if something went drastically wrong with the first. She was sitting at a small table in the corner, alone, separate from everyone else, probably waiting for someone. She stood out to Hunter because of her hair, it was the colour of it really, it was blue, not in an unnatural dyed way, it was clearly her natural hair colour but it was also defiantly blue. Her eyes were also unusual, almost purple in colour, large and they sparkled with cheeky intelligence. She wasn't exactly pretty, but you could enjoy looking at her.

He strode over to her table and sat down confidently on the chair opposite her, fixing his disarming, charming and trustworthy smile to his face. "All alone?"

She jumped, having been lost in her own world, and then blushed red with embarrassment frowning to herself at having been caught out like that, as the handsome stranger opposite her chuckled lightly at her reaction. She wasn't often out in bars like this, her idea of fun really wasn't sitting in a crowded, smoke filled bar for hours on end, she much preferred actually doing something active, a sport, a walk or just messing around in a park. Her friend, Duo, had bullied her into this outing and now he was well over an hour late, she was furious. She had no idea of what she should do, now that she was confronted with a handsome young stranger. "I'm waiting for a friend." She managed to say, hoping that this would be sufficient and he would leave her alone.

"It's a shame to sit alone on a night like this, I hope you'll allow me to keep you company. My name is Hunter."

Her eyes widened slightly as he extended a hand across the table to her, still smiling. Automatically she took it, it was only polite, "Hilde." she replied, thinking to herself that it couldn't hurt to sit with him, he might have been quite a bit older than her, but she was relatively confident in her ability to knee people in the balls if they crossed her. After all, Duo had abandoned her, if he arrived to find her sitting with such a handsome stranger it might just make him a little jealous and that was the least that he deserved.

"Unusual name, suits you," he replied casually, staring intently at her, making her feel a little uncomfortable under the intense scrutiny. She really wasn't sure what to make of him, he appeared very friendly, charming but not in a sleazy way that implied he was after more than a casual conversation. Actually, he seemed a little bored, though he was smiling his eyes were almost emotionless and his voice was a little cold and careless.

"Are you with anyone?" She asked carefully, hoping that this would prompt him to reveal something that would help her to understand him a little more

"I wasn't. Now though, I'm with you." Hilde almost snorted with laughter at that, a less intelligent girl would probably have blushed and giggled at the possible innuendos of that phrase, but Hilde was not one of these girls and to her, it just sounded stupid.

Tipping her head to one side and preparing a witty comment in her mind, she looked up so she could look him straight in the eye as she informed him how ridiculous he had just managed to sound. What she was about to say vanished from her mind the minute their eyes met, everything vanished from her mind, all she was aware of was his eyes. For the first time she realised that they were gold in colour, and the colour was liquid, moving and swirling round the pupils, which were darker than any she'd ever seen before. Hilde couldn't look away, for some reason, she had to remain focused on him, on his eyes, because that was what he wanted and the most important thing for her was to make sure she did exactly what he wanted.

She was lost from that moment on. There was nothing she could have done to save herself. It wasn't strictly hypnosis, there was no need for anything that fancy, it was a power Hunter had possessed for many years, all he needed was for his victim to look into his eyes and if he wished it, they would do whatever it was he wanted. He thought of it as mind control on the most basic level, the link was easy to break and only really worked when the person didn't consider him a threat, but it was useful when it came to getting his victims away from crowded areas quickly and efficiently.

Hilde followed him out onto the street without any hesitation when he suggested they go back to his house. She would have done anything he asked, anything to please him, she thought dreamily, jumped off a bridge, swum across the Atlantic Ocean, anything.

Hunter paused in front of an alleyway, "Shortcut," he said lightly drawing her into it, she wouldn't have been able to protest even if she'd wanted to or been capable of it. He didn't have to take her far, the alley bent slightly and they were quickly out of sight of the street. He stopped again, turned to her letting the pleasant smile slip away to be replaced by his customary smirk.

Hilde's smile faded, suddenly she couldn't remember why she'd thought it was a good idea to leave the bar with him, "Why have we stopped?" she asked, puzzling over the why she'd so desperately wanted to please this strange man she'd only know for half an hour. He took a step towards her and she stepped back automatically, she was still mainly confused, but the fear was starting to rise, an instinctive fear crawling up from her stomach. As her back touched the wall, the fear succeeded in pushing the confusion out of her mind and her breath quickened.

"What are you doing?" she tried to sound strong, glancing around stupidly for help even though logically she knew there wouldn't be anyone nearby to help her.

He smiled nastily, brushing her hair off her neck, "Feeding," he whispered pausing to allow her to understand the implication of these words before he sank his teeth into her neck.

Hilde knew then that she was going to die, it wasn't a panicked thought, it was a calm, rational, realisation accompanied by a fear so complete it totally paralysed her. She almost dared to hope that Duo would come and save her with the impeccable timing that he was sometimes capable of displaying, but it didn't happen, she closed her eyes and hoped it would be quick.

Her blood tasted good, the young ones always did, the young pretty ones especially. She didn't scream, or fight, this was not an exciting kill, this one had been all about skill and those were just as valuable, if not quite as exhilarating. He drained all her blood; his earlier self-pity had made him hungry and he wasn't about to be disturbed, he could allow himself a good, peaceful meal.

He became aware that there was another person in the alleyway only as he dropped her body to the floor. Strange, he should have heard them approaching, strange again that they had not tried to intervene. Slowly, preparing to fight, to kill, if it was necessary, he turned to face the figure.

What he saw was a little surprising; he'd been expecting to see some sort of creature, another vampire perhaps or a shape shifter, something that he could recognise as being something other than human. Instead, this person who had succeeded in sneaking up on him appeared to be exactly that, human. He was of average build and height, with brown hair and cool blue eyes, which were not at all shocked at what they'd just witnessed. His one distinguishing feature was an ugly scar on his face, Hunter catalogued it quickly, so that he would recognise the face instantly if he were ever to see it again.

"Hunter Redfern." The man's voice was bored, so much so that it almost didn't sound like a question.

After a long pause it became clear to Hunter that nothing else was going to happen until he acknowledged what the man was saying, he was reluctant to respond, he didn't want to be playing on anyone else's terms than his own and he was almost entirely certain that by playing along with this, that was exactly what he was doing. However he was curious, this human had succeeded in sneaking up on him, there had to be a reason behind that and he wanted to know it was, he was willing to sacrifice some of his control to find out, at least for now.

"Yes. I am Hunter Redfern."

"My master wishes to speak with you." this was accompanied by a slight smirk, "He has a proposal for you to consider. He wishes for your co-operation in a certain matter. He feels that the human race has dominated this planet long enough. If you are interested to hear what he has to say, there will be a meeting with other interested parties three days from now. Instructions as to where will be delivered to you on the morning of that day." He raised his eyebrows as if to ask silently if Hunter had taken in the short speech.

"Hang on. Your master? Who is your master? And how…?" Hunter trailed off the man was gone. Literally in the blink of an eye the man had vanished without a trance.

Hunter frowned in annoyance. It wasn't just annoying that the man had managed to appear and disappear without Hunter being able to see how; it was annoying that to satisfy his curiosity he would most defiantly have to attend this meeting.

Ok, so heres our little character list for this chapter:

Hunter Redfern-L. J. Smiths Night world

Hilde-Gundam Wing

Messanger-Kelly Armstrong

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