Nix: Heyo~~~ This is ANOTHER Death Note story. Don't worry, my others will be updated soonish. Now that i have an organizer set up I have days where I work on them and stuffs. But right now I have five going on and I work on one every three days so it might be a bit before I update a certain story.

This I made when I got inspired by watching Shiki and was thinking 'now why the hell aren't any realy vampire hunters running around?" Then it spiraled out of control, I narrowed it down to a Death Note fan fic! I love DN. Anyway, this is just a beginning chapter, introducing my character, her role and a bit of her past. You immedaitely see some of the termoil she goes through on a daily basis. I think it's one of my best beginning chapters yet.

I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own any Death Note related characters or ideas.

Click. Click. Click. That was the only sound that echoed down the silent stone hallway as a female walked down. This female was rather short, at 5'4 with fiery auburn/red hair and cold, emotionless turquoise eyes. Her skin was a beautiful ivory color, and she wore black, her boots clicking against the polished stone. She was silent, not a single word slipping past her full blood red lips. Yet voices filled her head, reminding her of the rules by which she lived by.

As Hunters we exist for only one reason, to hunt and kill Vampires.

Failure is punishable by death.

Miss behavior in the field and office is punishable by death.

Contact with Vampires outside of fighting, covert ops, or otherwise stated reasons is punishable by death.

Verbally disagreeing with the council or orders is punishable by death.

Disobeying orders is punishable by death.

Deflecting from the order is punishable by death.

And the use of one's real name is punishable by death.

The girl carried a large scythe over her shoulder, stained red by the blood of many. She entered a room, standing before a man whom was in his knees, shackled to the floor before a council hidden by shadows. Fear in the man's eyes.

"Ah Nix now that you have arrived we may begin." One member said, the girl known as Nix nodded lightly, watching the man on the ground, the handle of her scythe resting on her shoulder, the blade glinting menacingly.

"Bear, you are being tried for deflection from the order. You left in the middle of the night and have been hunted down and returned. Do you have anything to say for your actions?" another member asked. Then man on his knees looking up at the council in fear.

"I-I had only wished to see my family… and to live amongst them once more." He said, his voice quivering. The council looked at each other, speaking amongst themselves as the girl Nix stood by silently.

"Bear, you have been found guilty of desertion of the order." At this the man's eyes widened and he shook in fear, looking up at Nix. Deflection from the order is punishable by death. The girl thought, moving and bringing her scythe down and around the man's shoulders.

"It was a pleasure knowing you Bear." Nix said her voice an emotionless monotone, before she swung the scythe and blood sprayed. The man lay on the ground, his head next to him as he bleed over the already blood stained floor. The 18 year old girl turned, silently walking from the room, blood dripping from her blade onto the ground behind her.

In this world, the council was the Judge and the Jury and Nix. She was the executioner. The stony girl walked down the hall, a frown gracing her normally expressionless face.

"This life you live, it's worse than any death I could ever give to you. So I'll let you live, let you suffer. And hopefully, you'll find your way out. Once you do, I'll be waiting." The girl shook her head, clearing her thoughts. That voice… those words had haunted her since she was 13. The words of the second Vampire. Ever since that day she was sent to be a martyr for the sake of learning her powers.

~Flashback~

The 13 year old girl was sent to fight the second vampire, no one expected her to live. The council observed in awe of the tiny child's fighting skills against the second born vampire. But ultimately the child ended up on the ground, unable to move as she looked up at the vampire. The female, simply known as V stood over the girl, her eyes glowing blood red. She kneeled down next to the girl, who tried lifting her sword weighted arm to swing at the vampire, but was unable to. The girl gave up, sighing as she looked up at the vampire weakly, ready to die from the poison glimmering on those fangs. But… V surprised not only her but the council.

"Young child, so foolish and naïve. Raised only to kill how pitiful your life is. Do you even know why you were sent to fight me? Do you know that they sent you as a martyr simply to test my powers? Are you so willing to die?" The girl simply looked up at the vampire, my eyes half-lidded as she gave a tiny nod. The vampire frowned, stroking her hair. "This life you live is pitiful, scared into doing as your cruel council tells you, too afraid to do anything. I will not kill you, for this life you live. It's worse than any death I could ever give you. So I'll let you live let you suffer. And hopefully you'll find your way out. Once you do, I'll be waiting. Or maybe, maybe you'll die here in the dirt and mud. Alone because your petty council cares nothing for you."

The vampire looked over the small, weak human girl, moving and taking a clawed finger she began to cut a mark into the girl's cheek. Beginning from the corner of her mouth, down to her jaw and back up in a perfect V shape.

"Until we meet again, my dear child." The woman said, before leaving the girl alone with her fate.

~end flashback~

Nix touched the scar that rest on the lower part of her cheek, her eyes blank in thought as she walked. Vampires were fools, her life wasn't pitiful… it wasn't horrible… The girl walked back to her dorm. Even though she was out of the office now she still refused to lose her serious stature. She back was straight and she walked with an air of authority. Because, she was higher ranked than all the hunters. She was the most skilled, most successful and the most trusted. That was why she carried the scythe.

The scythe was a sacred anti-vampire weapon, passed down to the top Hunters, and top she was. From the time she finished training at the young age of 10, to now in her 18 years she's killed thousands. The only vampire she hadn't killed was the Second, V whom spared her. She wasn't executed since they viewed her living as a success. She walked past the milling hunters, to her dorm room. It was plain, no decorations, no nothing extra. Sitting on her bed she began to wipe the blood from her scythe blade, in thought.

She lived in a world of death, and had grown cold to that aspect long ago. Death was her life, she lived for death, for killing, for bloodshed. She slaughtered vampires, to keep humans alive. She looked up when her door was opened, seeing one of the younger boys, a boy of seven years of age whose name was Poptart poked his head in.

"Nix, the council wants to see you. They said they have a really biiiiigggggg mission." He said, the young cheery boy had curly blonde hair with bright green eyes. Nix gave him a tiny smile, standing and setting the scythe to the side, ruffling his hair.

"Alright, thanks Poptart." The reason he was named Poptart, was because when they brought him he was clutching a packet of pop tarts. Thus he was Poptart. In this place they striped your name away, they striped your family away and left you with nothing, letting you start anew. Many did not remember their names anymore. Poptart skipped off, to find his older brother Raven. The boy had green eyes, much like his brother, but black hair that was darker than night.

Silently Nix made her way back to the office, in thought. What mission was so big? She walked down the large hall she knew so well. You may wonder, why was this girl given the name Nix? It's because when she was three years old she lived in a small superstitious town. Her parents were burned at the stake for witchcraft right before her very eyes. The council took the girl and raised her, renaming the child Nix because she lived while her parents died. She walked into a room, looking at a council member who sat behind a desk.

"Ah Nix. I have a special mission for you. I need you to take on the Kira case."

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