"Father, what are we going to do with him? He's dangerous… the Leaf said we weren't allowed to let one vampire live. So what are you going to…?" Tobirama asked curiously.

"What the Leaf Village doesn't know won't hurt them, and our clan could use the power. This creature will give us that." Butuma explained as he carried the unconscious vampire to the basement steps before descending them and closing the door.

Tobirama let out a huff and turned to his older brother who looked irritated.

"What's up your ass Hashirama?"

"Tobi, don't talk to me like that. I'm still your older brother so-"

"Don't lecture me dumbass. What do you think father meant when he said that our clan needs power?"

Hashirama was silent for a few minutes, just staring out the window before turning to face his younger brother.

"Our clan doesen't need power… we're fine as it is. Father wants a weapon and I think he wants to turn that vampire into one. I'm really not sure how he could bring us more power though. I thought there were just other beings that could use and control chakra like Shinobi can… I don't quite understand what he's trying to do either. It seems after we lost our brothers and mother, father really changed. I just have a feeling that his intentions for the poor vampire are not good."

Tobirama's eyes narrowed furiously at his brother last statement. "Poor vampire!? They've killed hundreds maybe thousands of humans for their sick and twisted amusement brother! How the hell can you say poor vampire?! Father should have killed it!"

Hashirama didn't say anything, he felt angry sure but he didn't bother to raise his voice at his younger brother.

"How many humans are in this world now Tobi?"

"Well I don't know probably over a billion I guess…"

"And how many vampires are there in this world now that we've 'sorted out' the last one?"

Tobirama opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out as he got what his brother was saying.

Upon not getting a response Hashirama turned and glanced into pink eyes sharply. "Only him… only one. He's all alone with no one to care for him, there are no more of his kind left, not even relating vampire clans. They're all dead as of tonight."

The white haired Shinobi was quiet for a moment before scoffing irritably and walking away.

~Senju Territory: Butsuma's House (Basement)~

Butsuma delivered a harsh punishing blow to the young vampire's beautiful face after the creature kicked him in the mouth and split his lip open.

Madara let out a pained yelp as he felt the force and pain behind the backhand he had been given.

A soft sob couldn't be contained, he had been beaten, raped, humiliated, mocked and tortured for almost two weeks strait now.

He was in so much agony, his normal pale complexion had lost its flawless texture and had started to become more and more weakened, and even the slightest rough contact would tear his skin now that his powers was gone.

His feathered wings had started to loose feathers a lot lately, normally vampire feathers didn't just fall out for no reason. Normally their wings only lost feathers if they sustained an injury to a wing and the tissue needed to heal.

Other than that one or two would fall out each year since their natural enhancements to their bodies tended to keep their body, complexion, and many other things healthy. That was the main source behind a vampire's beauty.

Now, it seemed he had lost so much of his magic that even his enhancements couldn't keep functioning especially if feathers were falling out.

Madara slowly turned his head to face his tormentor and his sorrow immediately disappeared to a longing as he saw the blood trickling from the man's mouth.

"What are you staring at?" Butsuma sneered.

The young vampire wet his chapped lips with his tongue before biting it nervously as he eyed the red liquid.

"Answer me!"

"I-I… please… I'm… I need…" the vampire whispered in a terrified voice as he watched the crimson liquid drip off the man's chin and onto his shirt.

Butsuma touched his lip feeling the blood, then he looked at the suffering vampire in front of him, he smirked cruelly at him before placing his blood covered hand inches from the boy's face seeing the shiny fangs start to lengthen on instinct.

"Heh, pitiful creature." He chuckled standing up and kicking the vampire teen in the face which rewarded him with a terrified yelp.

"You are mine to do what I please with. I will break you and you will do as I say, or I'll yank those pretty little teeth out with a cork-screw. Do you understand me?"

Madara quickly nodded, a tear running down his pale face as he watched the man go upstairs and slam the door on his way out.

This is going to get really really ugly guys, so I hope you'll enjoy this fic :D

Emily