I do not own WHR or any of its charcters sadly enough >>;; but i do however own a shock collor that i put on Amon heh heh aint he just the cutest little puppy dog??

Summary: When and unknown fource kills a powerful witch being tracked by the stnj the entire team cant help but be a little unerved. Following the murder, the team recives a new hunter from solomon HQ in order to help them the murder case as well as their current crisis. A desiase that forces people to feed upon the blood of others, turning them into literal examples of vampires. While he seems honest enough is the new hunter really telling the team all the information he has on both the murder case and the epidemic?

Blood Witch

Chapter 1

Like a shadow drifting along side its caster, the hunter moved with great ease around the mangled corps that could only just be recognized as the witch he had been hunting. As one would look upon this particular fine specimen of the male species they might first wonder how such a broad and powerfully built man could move so gracefully. Or perhaps if they were shallow enough, they would merely notice his sexy, yet powerful form, and his hansom face hidden only by his long ebony bangs.

While he appeared calm and nonchalant about the whole ordeal, the hunter was really quite nervous about this entire thing.

The witch, that now lay dead at his feet, had had the entire stnj team chasing him for over a month now. Having had onlyone actual encounter, which had ended in disaster. The witch had not only had what seemed like several dozen contacts to keep him well hidden, but he had also been powerful. The control he had over his earth craft was simply astounding. There was no sign of a struggle being held in the ally way that the murder had take place in, meaning that the kill would have had to of been swift. The thought of something being out there that so easily could have killed this witch was more nerve-racking to him than he would ever admit. The earth witch was even considered a match for the dark hunters own partner. A young, yet amazingly powerful, fire witch named Robin.

At the mere thought of his young partner the dark hunter suddenly felt confused. She was after all a witch, the very thing he strove to kill, but Robin...Robin was different. At the tender age of a mere 15 years she was 10 years his junior, and yet he couldn't help but feel fond of her in a less than protective way. And while he would never show such feelings to Robin, let alone anyone else, the odd emotions stirring within him were starting to drive him inwardly insane.

Disgusted with himself forever thinking such thoughts, the dark hunter gave his head of thick black hair a hearty shake. Sending it flying to the cold winds that danced around his black clad figure. Only the soft tap of a hesitant fingertip brought him back to the real world.

"Amon..."the soft angel like voice of Robin rang out from behind him. "...We need to be getting back to Ravens Flat before the rain comes... Besides the police will be here soon to conduct their own investigation..."

Robins voice was so gentle, that it almost pained Amon to hear it. It was as if when she spoke to him, that she was no more than a beaten child speaking to her abusive father. Normally Amon, being the dark brooding leader that he was would have been fine with such a thing, but this was Robin. Sweet innocent little 15-year-old Robin. His partner Robin.

He simply hated the way she seemed to fear him. As slowly, and as gently as he could manage it, the dark hunter turned around, and fixed his partner with a heavy gaze. Causing her to, much as he hated it, to flinch ever so slightly.

"Did you find anything?" he asked in his normal monotone. Robin shook her elegant blond head as a no, seemingly sorry for doing so.

"Very well..." Amon muttered, attempting to sound somewhat gentle, and failing at it miserably. "...Then we shall take our leave as of now..."

With a finale curt nod to his partner, the dark hunter turned tail, and plodded back to his sleek black car, parked to one side of the narrow ally way. A bit more slowly, Robin hesitantly followed her partner to his car and gracefully took her place in the left hand passenger's seat. Just as Amon gripped his steering wheel, and prepared to depart. The drive back to the stnj building was held in silence, as it often was whenever Amon was alone with Robin. It was a sad realization that there was a wide gap in their personalities, as well as, the gap in their ages. Which Amon constantly found himself trying to forget.

Sometimes it was easy to forget Robin's real age, because of her grown up demure, and merely the way she carried herself.

Without taking her notice, Amon silently began to study his partner out of the corner of his eye, as he often did. Robin was a pretty girl, with long golden hair most often tied up on either side of her head by two wine read ribbons. While some might think this hair style that made the girl look as if she had handle bars coming out of her head odd. Amon found it to be most attractive on her. He slender form was masked by a jet black Victorian style dress, which in turn was covered by a wine red jacket.

As if sensing his dark gaze upon her, Robin turned her head ever so slightly to look at her dark partner. However, before Robin caught his gaze directly, Amon sifted his full attention back to the road in front of him. For a moment longer he felt the gaze of the fire witch bore into him, but he didn't really mind. Often when he took to watching her he already found her sea green eyes locked upon him. Something that he had to admit he enjoyed in a selfish kind of way, that often disgusted him. For it was only he that she looked upon with such intensity, none of the other males they worked with ever received such attention.

All too soon the car ride ended as Amon pulled into the parking complex of Ravens Flat. He paused, merely sitting in his car, and enjoying the presence of Robin before he slowly, almost hesitantly unlocked the car doors and got out, his actions soon to be followed by Robin. He waited for her to exit the vehicle as he always did before turning away and padding of towards the door that led into the main working area of the stnj building.

With great ease, and an aura that just screamed power. The dark hunter entered the building and strolled towards the elevator. Followed closely by Robin who seemed oddly shaken, whether from the murder scene or by his own brooding presence Amon was unsure, but he did his best to appear docile. The elevator trip, like the car ride was held in silence, leaving only soft ding to ring through the ears of its passengers as it jumped floors.

Upon reaching the top floor the elevator came to a halt, and its doors opened wide. Normally Amon would be the first to exit so Robin held back allowing him the room he needed to leave without rubbing against her, but not this time. This time Amon felt like hanging back and pondering over the troubles of his mind. Robin fixed him with a soft questioning glance, but all he did was nod towards the open doors of the elevator. Signaling that she may exit first. The fire witch took a moment to continue looking at her partner before nodding slightly, and taking her leave. For a moment longer Amon held back, fixing his oddly colorless eyes upon her elegant figure and watched the way she moved with such effortless grace. Only when he felt that the elevator doors were threatening to close did he casually stroll into the office area after Robin.

Following the normal procedures, Amon briefed the rest of the team about the current state of things, and it was quickly decided that Karasuma would return to the murder scene and attempt a reading. But not tonight, for the sky was an inky black color despite the fact that it was only around 4:45 in the afternoon, and the sent of rain hung heavily in the air, as if mocking all to just try and get where they were going without getting wet.

Looking out one of the many windows at the threatening sky, Robin let out a soft sigh of despair. She knew by the time she was allowed to leave the rain would of started. It was at times like this that the young witch wished that she had some sort of covered vehicle instead of her little white vespa.

The events at the office that night were normal, if not boring. Dojima carelessly flipped through and old fashion magazine as she pretended to be doing her work. Sakaki had just reached a new level on his game boy. Michael as always was typing away on his computer, while blasting rock music from his headset. Karasuma was going over some old case files, and Amon was well...being Amon. With a heavy gaze the seemingly emotionless hunter surveyed the team with a critical eye, especially Robin who was still staring out the window and into space.

He would of continued staring if not for Dojima who had once again began whining about being bored

"C'mon chief, "she whined to Kosaka who was glaring at her. "there aren't going to be any cases in this weather. Not even witches are crazy enough to go out right before a big storm hits. Pleeeeease can we go home? If you let us leave now we might be able to make it home before the rain hits." At this Robin had snapped back into focus, and now had her sea green eyes fixed upon Chief Kosaka, hoping that he for once would let them leave early. Dojima was not the only one worried about getting stuck in the rain.

"Dojima..."Kosaka started, a vein popping out of his nearly baldhead in annoyance. The chief was about to continue only to be cut off by Amon, his deep voice sounding all too similar to the distant thunder clapping on the horizon.

"...Just let it go...for once I think Dojima has a point, I for one would like to go home dry..."All eyes were on Amon as soon as he spoke, as it was an un written law that everything Amon said was to be followed without question. However most of the glances were questing for it was not often that their leader decided that it would be ok for them to leave early. In fact the only reason Amon himself wished to go home was that he still wished to go over the evidence of the last murder, and hopefully find something that would help him track down the killer.

"Heh Well I'm out." Doujima chimed, a smile spreading across her face as she got up and walked towards the elevator doors.

"Now wait just a minuet Dojima-san..."Kosaka began only to, once again, be cut off as Amon got up to follow the blonds lead. The like ducks following there mother Sakaki and Karasuma also fell into step behind their leader.

Robin however merely continued to sit at her desk as if confused to what to do next. IT was only when Kosaka fixed her with a rather pissed off look did she stand and hurry after the rest of the group, leaving only Michael, Kosaka, and of course the ever annoying Hatori( A.N: I really dun like him – in fact I just might kill him in this fic MWHAHAHAHA coughcough right ;)

Once outside the stnj building, Robin hurried to her vespa and mounted it quickly wanting to beat the rain. Pausing briefly in order to strap on her helmet, and look up at the unfriendly sky, the fire witch noticed the little black bird perched neatly on a street light, directly in front of the building that served as a head base for the witch hunters.

The Bird appeared to be some sort of a corvid, possible a raven or a crow which one of the two Robin could not tell. However besides the fact that the bird appeared to be staring straight through her Robin couldn't help but find the little creature odd. Simply the way it looked upon her as if it were another human of equal standers was enough to make her a little uncomfortable, but then again its could have been the birds eye. While it was rather hard to see from its perch on the street lamp, the birds left eye was entirely silver, as if it were a small moon that had fallen from the sky.

Feeling slightly foolish for allowing such a thing to unnerve her so, Robin turned her attention from the bird to the road, which she quickly pulled into and started making her way home.

However unbeknownst to her the odd eye of the raven followed her until the fire witch was out of view. The bird remained still for a moment more, before taking off into the night's sky. It's ebony feathers making it appear invisible to any normal human viewer.