~~Hey this is Deen. This is my first story so be nice. Please review and I hope you enjoy it.~~

~ Look I don't own Claymore, but I do own a few chars! Well guys see ya soon.~

As night came to an end the moon began to break over the horizon. The once invisible stars seemed to leap across the sky in a rhythmic magnitude increasing in numbers every minute. The moist air turned to a cold chill. The golden glow of the moonlight soon would become the crimson filter of blood.

"Ah!" Shouted a young man as his back embraced the wooden corner of his house. He fell to the ground soon meeting the cold wooden floors. He spat blood out of his mouth as he opened his eyes for a gruesome picture. He began to lose consciousness, but what he could see was a disfigured creature pacing slowly towards him.

The creature licked it's lips as it drew near. To the human eye the thing appeared to be female, but this creature was a yoma, or demon, it could very well have been a male. The figure moved towards the boy swinging it's hips to taunt him. Once she reached him he looked up at her with shear terror. Blood swept down his left brow and flowed right to the corner of his lips. This contact exploded right away and the blood covered his lip.

The woman bent down and took his head in both her hands. With barely any force his face was level with hers. She then drew in close to his blood covered face and smiled preciously as she embraced his lips with her own. The boy's face soon filled from terror to shock, to fear, and then finally to disgust. He struggled with all his might to escape her touch, but he was too weak. Her tongue then forced open his mouth and entered. The boy struggled as he felt the rough, sandpaper feeling thing in is mouth. Soon his eyes went wide as the tongue rampaged furiously in his own mouth, the tongue was ripping away at his gums, making them spew blood.

The woman was filled with shear joy, because her snack tasted quite well. Suddenly she tossed him to the side and he fell into a small table that gave way under his weight and the force at which he was thrown. The impact caused the table to splinter and several pieces of wood to lodge into his side.

"Mmmm. You are quiet tasty, but your blood is too young for my taste. Too bad, I have already devoured your father though." She then smiled evilly as she started to laugh. Her compulsions of laughter made it look like she was dying, but I reality she was shaping into her true form, her yoma form. Her jaw bone cracked as it peeled away from the skull, her arms began extending and her legs took on the form of a small dog's leg structure. Her snout soon formed two ugly mouths covered in mucus.

She began to growl as she bent into a small arched position ready to leap towards the boy, who now sat in pain covered blood and impaled by small chunks of his table. He lloked up in enough ime to see the creature leap towards him and in terror he closed his eyes ready to be with his family. All seemed black and time seemed to stand still.

"Am I dead? Is it over?"

Suddenly reality kicked in and in an instant colored returned to the room. The crimson walls glowed, the darkness coming from outside had slightly dwindled. The creature was no where to be found when he opened his eyes. The sight he saw before him terrified him even more than the creature. A pile of burning carcass was left in the main room of the house and standing above it was a woman. She looked over at him with sliver eyes. She carried a large weapon called a Claymore, she then shook the large sword cleaning of any blood. Smoke was billowing form the sword as if it were a chimney lit for the winter.

The boy regardless of his injuries curled into himself and began to weep as he knew he would never see his family again. The Woman simply sheathed her sword and began to walk away. The boy for some unknown reason jumped up and lunged at the woman, she quickly turned to catch him and he embraced her. She tried to push him away, but he held on weeping in her arms. Unsure what to do she just let him hold her and weep into her side. She was a Claymore, but not heartless.

The boy soon stopped weeping felt the sting of his injuries again. The woman carried him to the local hospital and placed him in their care, also paying for his medical treatment. He could simply mouth the words ," Thank You", before he passed out.

He woke two days later. Now he was clean, smelled of soap and water, but starving. A nurse wearing a nice white uniform entered the room with a happy smile. She was cute and had a small frame. She had brunette hair and it fell into curls at her shoulders.

"Well look who woke up." She then carefully placed the tray of food she was carrying on his lap as she helped him sit up. " Ever since you got here you have been asleep. I thought you were never going to wake up."

He quickly ate the food reluctant to speak. Something in him felt uneasy. He then remembered, his family was butchered, his injuries began to burn with intense pain and soon his body shook with pain. The nurse attempted to help him, but he just pushed her away. He jumped off the bed and began to run towards the outskirts of town. As he reached where his old home had been he saw nothing. He ran closer to check, but all he saw were the charred ashes of what had been his family home. He fell to his knees weeping. People began to gather before the town Elder and mayor had arrived.

"Edward!" Boomed the mayor. The mayor was a husky man, but tall. He had a light goatee and was balding at the top. The Elder was old and lumped over his walking stick. "Edward, we had to. The yoma pretended to be your sister, who knows what could have happened to your house. Besides you won't need it, you will be leaving as soon as you recover." The crowd began to murmur between themselves.

Edward knew what they were thinking. He could even hear some of them. His sadness began to build into anger. He clutched the ground and the rocks that were laid before him.

"That slut of a sister was the beast the whole time. Alive or dead this town is a better place without that girl or this monster."

Edward snapped. He grabbed a hand full of rocks and threw them into the crowd hurting quite a few people. He then ran off as some of the crowd chased him. They began to throw rock at him as well. They shouted things to him about his sister and yoma. "You little brat! You will end up being a monster as well and we will just put you to death now to stop the cost of a witch!"

"Why do you cry over that whore of a sister!?"

"Her life was more pathetic than a pig's!"

Edward kept running trying to ignore the things the gang were shouting. Soon he reached the city gate, the bars were lowered as soon as he arrived and the gang quickly caught him. Some of the members held him down as others began kicking him. A circle enveloped and they began to split apart as the mayor arrived. He carried with him a blade. The edge glistened in the sun as he walked and it's reflected light shone on Edward's face.

"Edward we must. If we do nothing you too will become a yoma and kill these people." The mayor pointed towards the large crowd. Edward thought he should say many things, but kept his mouth shut. The mayor lifted the blade and left out a " Hmpft!" as he swung the blade. Right as the blade pierced the ground Edward disappeared.

That moment Edward closed his eyes and he soon felt like he was flying. He opened them seconds later after he had decided he should be dead by now only to see the same Claymore carrying him through the woods. She clutched him to her breast and looked straight ahead. Soon he was flung to the ground again. This time it was gentler. Edward landed on his butt and let out a pant. The Witch laughed and walked over to the fireplace and lit the fire.

Sparks ignited and she threw a large chunk of deer meat onto a stick and began to cook it. Edward watched in amusement. He had never been this close to a Claymore, a silver eyed witch. She didn't look at him but focused on the meat. Once it was done she cut a chunk for Edward and threw it to him.

"So no thank you this time?"