Warning, this story contains blood, violence, abuse, and mentions of excessive abuse.

This also contains vampires, witches, and Hunters. But all the bad things will be made up for with lots of fluff.

My friend Zuyuri and I both RPed this out to make this story. I just gave it a bit more life and added some more meat to the bones of it. We really hope you like it.

Pairings you will see are Terra/Elsa, Jack/Aqua, Ventus/Moana, Hans/Larxene, and Riku/Rapunzel. But this is a slow burn story.

If you had asked Jack when he was younger, if he believed in the supernatural, he would have said no. However, he quickly learned that was not the case. It was after him and his sister Elsa had been shipped away from Europe by their parents. It was a desperate attempt to spare their children the hardships of a war later known as World War Two. But once they got away, they were alone in the new country without anyone to turn to. No friends. No family. No one to take them in.

Alone they had to learn to fend for themselves.

It had worked out well enough. At least until Jack pick pocketed the wrong person. He had literally been caught with his hand in the man's waistcoat, unable to think of a good lie to explain away what he was doing. Elsa had come to his side quickly, trying to fumble some excuse. She should have just stayed away. Jack regretted getting her involved because they had both been duped by the man.

He had smiled at them, all charm and charisma.

You do catch more flies with honey than vinegar after all.

He assured them it was okay, that he understood their hardships, that the war was cruel and he wanted to help the both of them get back on their feet. He poured on the honey to get them to spill their life stories to him, supplying them with food, comfort and wine. He even removed his jacket and placed it over Elsa's trembling frame. He told them, that they could come work for him and they would never have to worry about being homeless or alone ever again. An offer like that should have been too good to be true.

He led them outside to his carriage but the moment they were away from vying eyes, Jack was thrust up against a wall with Hans holding him there. He remembered Elsa shrieking, begging Hans to stop, her hands scrabbling to push Hans away but he was too strong. Then there was a searing pain in his throat. Teeth, he later realized, and blood had been poured into his throat. He had gagged on the bitter copper taste, fighting to get away. When Hans let him go, he turned on Elsa and there was little Jack could do but watch as Hans fed on his sister turning them both into creatures of the night.

Hans was a cruel master. He liked to make a show of power by putting Jack and Elsa in their 'places' in front of the others in the nest. He would knock them around, belittle them, tell him how lucky they were to have a master as kind as he was. His favorite thing to do was to punish them for things they did 'wrong'.

Jack winced. They had been hunting in a pack but the 'prey' had gotten away. Their intended victim had somehow figured to call for a cab and ride off, away from the dark and secluded alley the vampires were trying to corral them into. Hans had been livid and decided to take it out on the youngest two vampires in the nest. Their current punishment was to be in solitary confinement. A cell that was no bigger than a closet with a little hole that let in light. During the day he and Elsa would cower as far down to the bottom of their cells as they could, to avoid the light. It was the threat of having the light on them that was the torture.

Not only that, but they were denied food. Jack's body ached. What he wouldn't do for a single drop of blood. All he could think about was how desperately he wanted to eat. His body had turned on him, giving him the shakes, making him weak of limbs and it was an effort to even lift his head. Had he been capable, he might have cried. They would be here until Hans saw it fit to release them, if he remembered them. There was once that he kept them in there for an entire month before another vampire was being 'punished' and they opened the doors to find him still there.

Hans insisted he was not the worst sire a vampire could have. He leered and threatened the fledglings when they were 'misbehaving' to 'loan' them to one of those other vampires. His vampire bride Larxene would grin and tell the worst of stories. Things that made a few elders even look queasy. They were a toxic couple. Larxene and Hans. Being on the receiving end of their wrath was akin to a death sentence.

The door to Jack's cell opened. He looked up weakly. Hans stood before him. The man was dressed to the nines in a tight tailored suit, polished black shoes, the perfect picture of a modern ay gentleman. Whereas Jack was wearing ragged pants, he had no shoes and his precious hoodie had been taken from him to further his punishment. The 'gentleman' knelt down, gently carding a hand through Jack's hair. Jack hated this. Hans would be kind and gentle one moment, but cruel and vicious the next. He was waiting for the pain, preparing himself for it with dread.

"Oh Jack…" Hans sighed, like lecturing a child, "Whatever are we going to do with you? You know I hate doing this… But you left me no choice."

Jack would have managed a glare if he had the energy for it. Hans wasn't sorry. He took joy in causing pain. Hans picked Jack up. Jack's body roared in protest. The weakened muscles protesting the sudden use, crying out from being in one position for so long. Jack whimpered in protest, his voice too weak to beg any longer. Hans ignored him and all but dragged him over to a couch. Jack was none too gently placed upon it. His hoodie thrown in his face.

"Go out. Hunt. Elsa's already been released." Hans ordered.

"But we always hunt together," Jack protested.

Hans' eyes went cold and steely. Jack returned the look. He and Elsa were a team. He needed his sister, just as much as she needed him. They watched each other's backs while they were out hunting for their next meals. And the first few times they had killed, they at least had each other for comfort. Now Hans was breaking a near 70 year tradition? All because one human got away! It made no sense. It was just a human.

"Would you like to go back in there?"

"No."

"No, what?"

"No sir…" Jack grit out.

Hans looked far too smug with Jack's reply like he was training a dog table manners or something. Though with his whole 'gentleman' act, he supposed he did think himself the civilized one out of his nest. He was a successful businessman in the modern world. Only able to go out at night, but he passed it off as an allergy to sunlight. Humans sympathized with this, and it helped him out immensely. Whereas people like Jack and Elsa were no better than punching bags. They had no purpose in the nest.

"I didn't think so."

Jack slowly got up. His body didn't like it. Yet he had to go. He couldn't stay there, not when he needed to feed before dawn. He didn't even know how much time that gave him. And he was weakened so hunting would be so much harder. He wouldn't be able to overpower an average victim.

"Thank you… sir…"

"Be back before dawn. You don't want me to send someone to fetch you."

Jack nodded. The last time that happened, Hans had let the vampire get tied up outside of their nest. The sunlight had burned the woman alive. Death had not been kind. Nothing Jack could say or do would make Elsa forget the painful shrieks. Nor could he. He didn't want to remember those things, and yet they were seared into his mind.

"Yes sir…" Jack said before fleeing.