Harsh panting and the padding of bare feet on the clear white tiles filled the near empty corridor as a young boy ran desperately but confidently in search of the exit, and his safety. He took a swift detour hiding inside an empty room when he heard the unpleasant sounds getting closer to his current position.

He held his breath as the loud noise of boots hitting the tiles went past the door he was leaning against; it's owners not even sparing a glance at it.

When the noise stopped the boy slid to the ground slowly taking in deep breaths as he pulled his hair in distress.

What is happening?

He started shaking in exhaustion and fear.

What am I doing here? How did the hell did get here? How am going to get out of here? It's full of lesser Werewolves and- There's no way I can get out of this-

His train thought stopped abruptly along with his shuddering.

«No… » The boy whispered as he took a deep breath before exhaling, the clutch that his hands had on his hair lessened before letting go all together.

No. I'm the son of one of the greatest vampire and werewolves hunter families. It's a disgrace to act this cowardly.

Shaking his head he tried to understand how in world he was able to end up in such a dreadful predicament. Much to his dismay though, the hunter was unable to recall how he got in such a place or what had occurred previously to his obvious capture. All he could remember was waking up in a dark chamber and after that… all was blur as his hunter instincts took over as soon as he laid eyes on a lesser werewolf. If only he could remember what happened before he gritted his teeth in frustration before halting his thoughts once again. It was useless to force himself now.

It's best to act first and think later. He remembered one of the primary lessons his father thought him. Even though he didn't believe in many of the hunter teachings he believed it was best to follow this one for once.

He got up on his two shaky legs, aiding himself with the cold iron door he was leaning against and examined his surroundings. The chamber, like most of rooms of the building, seemed to be a small lab full of weird and disturbing instruments along with some funny colored jars. Being a young child curiosity took over and he began examining them. They contained, along with an unnatural liquid, distorted and, even though he would never admit it, slightly terrifying objects. The jars must have been of great value for a strong magical barrier protected them. Even so, and against his better judgment, he decided to grab one that had attracted his attention, passing thorough the barrier as if it weren't there. He handled the jar with the out most care; it's deep red liquid sloshing about in its confinement and attracting him even more. As he inspected it more closely a gasp left his full lips.

«Are those… fangs…?» he whispered incredulously.

The young hunter jumped making the jar fall to the floor and making it shattered to the ground as a loud boom resonated in the building, followed by a strong earthquake.

The boy stumbled to regain his balance, before he turned towards the door as he heard fast footsteps approaching the room.

A few seconds later the door slammed opened and two figures entered the apparently empty chamber.

«Is he here?» one of the two lesser werewolf asked desperately.

«I don't know… he was here, I think.» his partner answered as he took a sniff at the air. «I must say… he's pretty good, I'm unable to detect him anymore.»

«Fuck…! Who cares about that! If we don't find him…!»

«Silence.» The other interrupted him in mid rant as something caught his eye.

The werewolf walked swiftly towards the labeled jars his eyes widening at the jar that was missing before cursing vehemently.

«Of all the-!» I turned towards his fellow werewolf «we have to find him! Now!»

«Drang? What's wrong?» the other asked, slightly taken aback by his behavior.

«He took the fangs… He took THE fangs!»

The hunter ran down a different corridor, glad that he was able to escape the lesser werewolves grasp. He could have easily disposed of them if he had summoned his weapon in time, but that hadn't been the case so…

He clutched his fist making the sharp fangs pierce his palm and drawing small droplets of blood. He didn't know what compelled him to take those hideously sharp teeth but… he felt drawn to them, as if he was meant to have them.

He shook his head eliminating such illogical thoughts.

I just took them to… show them to father… yes that's right. It was a ridiculously stupid excuse but the boy really didn't want to think about it at the moment. All he wanted to do was to get out of that nightmarish maze and back home to his parents.

The blue-eyed hunter narrowed his eyes in concentration as five werewolves appeared at the end of the hall.

«There he is!» one shouted gleefully, an insane glint in his brownish eyes.

«Hey little boy. Don't be scared we won't hurt you.» another said as he, along with the others, slowly transformed in their more beastly form.

The child cringed at the sight before glaring at the beasts with determination.

Let's end this.

Keeping in mind all that he had learned, he concentrated all of his powers in his left hand. What was supposed to be as simple act for a well-trained hunter such as himself, turned out to be quite tiring, but fortunately in mere seconds the boy was brandishing majestic dark blade. The katana in itself was fairly simple; it was completely black from it's handle to it's blade, save for a white writing in a long lost ancient language written in it's center. It glinted in the dim neon light of the corridors as the boy brought in front of his own body.

Act first, think later.

Without faltering and without leaving the lesser werewolves any time to think the hunter sprinted towards them. In a matter of seconds all that was left of the creatures was a mess of severed limbs and heads, and splotches of blood on the once white tiled floors and walls.

Without stopping the boy continued his desperate search for the exit.

Unknown to him an obscure force was guiding him in the exact opposite direction.

It was only a few minutes later that boy noticed that he was getting further and further lost inside the maze that was the enemies' domain, but it was too late. He couldn't turn back; all he could do was keep going forward.

At the present time he was running in what appeared to be a chambers of torture. As he ran through the halls he ignored the please and calls of it's prisoners, along with their distorted bodies.

Without pausing for breath he turned a corner that ended up being a dead end. The child lightly cursed under his breath. Sensing his approaching persecutors he once again decided to hide in one of the many chambers. Backing away from the door he ended up bumping against a body, making the boy jump in fright.

Lifting his blade he made to attack whoever was behind him. The attack, however, never made contact for a skeleton like hand blocked his offending arm, while the other hand slapped against his mouth before he could utter a sound.

«Shh…» the skeleton like man said. «I'm not going to hurt you».

The boy lightly struggled at the sight of the man, his features were dried up, as if he were severely dehydrated, his deep poison green eyes were deeply sunken in his skull, a few strands of fiery blood red hair adorned his once handsome face.

In fear the young hunter bit down on the aggressor's hand before head butting him, the red haired immediately let him go with a grunt.

The boy almost made for the door when the skeleton mans desperate call stopped him.

«Shit-W-wait! Don't go!» the man tried to reach for him but was blocked by the shackles that held him in place against the stonewall.

The blond paused «Why shouldn't I, you bloody monster?» the boy demanded, his voice harsh and steady, even though his heart was beating at hundred mile per hours.

The man gave a weak grin «because I can help you out of this hell hole.» Before the boy could interrupt him he continued his grin widening «you can't get out on your own. I have feeling that you are well capable of defending yourself, but now you're in no condition to fight all those filthy werewolves on your own.»

«What do you want in return…?» the young lad asked after a moment of silence.

The skeleton like man mentally sighed in relief. «First I need you to return what is rightfully mine» he nodded towards the boys right hand «and… I need something to drink...»

«Drink? I have no water.» Hell he probably would've drunk all if he had any, now that he thought about it.

The man chuckled, highly amused.

«No, no you silly child. What I need… is your blood.»

The boy's eyes immediately widen in horror, how could he have been so stupid.

«You-!»

«No need to be so hostile all of a sudden,» the vampire laughed as the boy glared daggers at him «if you kill me, you'll destroy your only way out of here.»

The boy trembled and glared in hatred as weighed his options.

«How do I know that you won't kill me after you got what you want?»

The creature gave a small chuckle «I'm a vampire of my word, and I always remember favors. All you have to do is trust me.»

The boy snorted.

Trust? Was he insane?

But alas, the boy's shoulders slumped in defeat; he didn't have much of a choice.

«Fine, but» he pointed his blade at man «you will not bite me; I have no intention of becoming one of you.»

Again, the vampire let out another irritating chuckle. «It's a shame, but alright. You give me what I want, I promise you I'll get you out of here.»

The child nodded before approaching the creature of the night and placing the fangs, which he still clutched in his right hand, in his mouth. Immediately the creature gulped them down without so much as a thought. Next the boy sliced his wrist, making the vampire green eyes flash red in hunger. Grabbing his arm and started sucking on his blood letting out a deep throaty moan.

As the boy's world started to blur he mumbled a quiet protests, his blade disappearing in the thin air as his energies were completely drained. As he slumped to the floor, the last thing that he registered was the door slamming open and an incredible number of werewolves entering the small chamber, and then, all was red.

A/N: Hi there, first off this is my second fanfic ever, so if you have any suggestions so that I can improve my writing please tell me :)

Keep also in mind that I'm not English/American/Australian/or whatever, you get my drift, so if anything sounds strange (or if I've missed some stupid typos, God I hate them) I'd really appreciate if you told me.

Leave a comment and tell me what you think, please :)