Author's note: Hey guys! Listen, this is my first fanfiction containing chapters. I do not own Metal Fight Beyblade. This was inspired by Hush, Hush and the Shadowhunter Chronicles, so I'm including the species like Nephilim, fallen angels and that Black Hand stuff. It's fine if you haven't read Hush, Hush or TMI or TID. It's slightly different. I would also like to thank Chained Princess for helping me with this and I do not own her OCs, Liz and Dia. She gave me a lot of ideas, so you can call her my co writer. Love you and thanks many times, Liz! Now, on with the story!

Prologue: Three months ago . . .

The sleek black Audi convertible sliced through the thick layer of fog that had enveloped San Francisco. It swerved carefully between alleys and finally rested under a grove of trees with leaves that tangled together to form a canopy above it and hid it from passerby's' eyes. The doors swung open and two pairs of booted feet hit the ground. There were two girls, both in their teens and wearing tight black clothes, as if they wanted to blend in with the night, which was exactly what they wanted.

The two girls stole into the night, ducking around corners and sneaking past the occasional sleeping hobo. They soon reached the building they were looking for, but a dark, scrawny shape was slinking in front of it. It seemed to be acting very dormant, not even noticing the girls, but once they saw it, they froze.

"Wait!"

The harsh cry through the darkness apparently alerted the shape and it perked up and rose to full height, but one of the girls had reached him at blinding speed and pounded an object into his back. The man gave a groan and fell to the ground, a knife in his back. He was dead.

"Oh, only a human." The girl shrugged, a look of indifference present on her arrogant features. "I thought it could be a fallen one, but—Liz, wait!"

The girl hurried after the other one, who was taking the back way around the building, which now looked like a warehouse of sorts. It was located on the docks, so that explained it somewhat. The girl finally caught up with Liz, who had stopped in a desolated alleyway, only to propel herself upward, bending her legs and pushing off the ground with incredible strength. She landed on a stack of abandoned containers and looked through an opening high up on the wall. The other girl waited down there and tapped her heel impatiently.

"It looks like… a gambling ring," Liz confirmed.

"Totally illegal, right?" the other girl chirped up and added excitedly, "So we should go in there and kick some ass?"

"Or we could call the police." Liz shook her head. She always took the sensible way out. She disliked rude girls, but she had a connection with this other girl. She was like an older sister to her. "It looks too human to be dealt by—Wait a second." She peered back.

"What is it?"

"They're not dealing their money or something like that. It's some kind of blue drink. Oh God, it's—"

"Devilcraft," the other girl hissed and crossed her arms. "So now, calling the police or kicking their asses?"

"I think we'll have to go with the third option," a male voice threatened out of the darkness and the other girl felt the barrel of a gun press against the back of her head and heard the readying of a bullet. She raised her hands up slowly and Liz looked down and froze. Not at the gun, but at the wicked, manipulative smile forming on the other girl's lips.

"Katherine, no—"

Speaking too late, Katherine had spun around once again at incredible speed and snatched the gun, twisted it around and the bullet buried itself into the security man's knee. She fired another one into his other knee and the man fainted from shock. Liz leapt down and glared at Katherine, who looked back, her deep brown eyes cold and calculating as usual.

Liz would have scolded her, but the sound of many footsteps alerted the two girls. They both broke out in their super speed and were in their car in a second. The car peeled out of its hiding place and onto the road. The wind blew the girls' long manes of hair back and Katherine closed her eyes and sighed in contentment.

"That was fun. We should do that more often." She was giggling as if they were just at the mall instead of nearly getting caught by security.

"Fun?" Liz snapped. She glared at Katherine with those eyes of hers. They were a dark blue; so dark they sometimes looked black. A sleeping, dreaming and mysterious color. "This is serious. Now, from what I saw inside, the army is getting bigger, Katerina."

"It's Katherine!" Katherine snapped at her. Liz only called her that when she was angry, but Katherine still resented the name. She then relaxed and focused on the road. "Bigger? Seriously? What, were there three instead of two?" But Katherine turned towards Liz anyway. Liz was extremely mature and only talked if necessary, so she wouldn't joke back with Katherine. They had known each other since they were little and Liz had seen a drastic change in Katherine ever since…

Liz cut off her thoughts. Katherine told her never to think about it. It made it easier apparently, but Liz didn't think it did.

"No. Many. Not as much as the fallen angels, but it is big. Like five at each table in the ring."

"Okay. And they're dealing devilcraft. How the hell did the Black Hand get it?"

"I don't know. But we need to find out."

"If they're using devilcraft, those idiots finally realized they can't defeat fallen angels by themselves," Katherine yawned and stretched her arms above her head.

"But delving into the dark arts? I can't believe your race would sink so low."

"Hey," snapped Katherine again, her voice sharp. "There are two parts of Nephilim. The ones who have brains and the weak minded ones whom the Black Hand can convince so easily. Even without mind control. The 'power' he holds is intoxicating to them." Katherine made air quotes on the word 'power'.

"If he is using devilcraft, he is growing more powerful and actually has something to offer," countered Liz.

"Oh, come on! Can't you take it away and conjure up something more powerful?"

"There is nothing more powerful than devilcraft."

"Nothing? Why don't you use that witchy mojo or voodoo or-" Katherine stopped herself at the glare Liz fixed on her. She turned her palms up. "Ohh-kay…"

Liz looked back at the road again and sighed. They needed more help. "We need others to help us and investigate this further. I have a feeling that this isn't just about the freedom of Nephilim. Something darker, I'm sure of it. Cheshvan is coming soon."

A chill ran down both girls' spines. Cheshvan, 'the bitter month' as known by Nephilim, where fallen angels were allowed to capture a Nephil's body and use it for its own pleasure.

"Well, we shouldn't let that stop us just yet," Katherine waved off. "Still a couple of months anyway. I say we live while we're young right now."

Liz didn't bothering commenting; she just stared at Katherine. How could she be so nonchalant about such an incriminating month for her? Liz wasn't safe either, but her body was safe from fallen angels. Katherine was way more vulnerable.

"Don't look at me like that. No worries, I've got friends who'll help."

That was the thing about Katherine. She didn't have friends. Rather allies who she would dump as soon as she was completely through with them. "Really, and who might they be?"

"A group of Nephilim that you would be familiar with. They're in the prophecy of Nemesis, right?"

"The Legendary Bladers? You know them?"

"Oh please, sister. I'm related to one."

"Who?"

Katherine winked, her chestnut brown eyes now sparkling playfully and hit the stereo, music flowing out of the speakers. "That's a surprise."

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