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Authors replies to Reviews:

Johnny: I believe I have already replied but care to explain how you came to those conclusions? Seriously how can you immediately know it will turn into some lezo fic (not that I have anything against lesbians or anyone homosexual readers, my hairdresser is gay and he is the best I could ever ask for.)

Carlos Abraham Duarte: yes it will for the first war… oh waits that can be considered a spoiler lol. You got lucky.

Warmaster Tzeentch: in that case prepare to jump in the trenches cause this schisse is going down Ja!

altenativefuturefan27:actually no genetic research at this time is not advanced enough.

Emeraldfireblade: well here is that next chapter, I will most likely keep him human. Though I am not pairing him with Moka (I can't explain it just yet or else I will be giving away spoilers so wait till we get to 1990 and apast.) I is about to break out that's all I can say. And the Human and non-human countires have their big alliances but there are small groups of independent nations across the world.

Oh witches are accepted in human society cause of how Human they look and are well sort after in the medicinal department, though actual modern science is needed to advance the healing magic as well. Will explain latter. And Ice Maidens are able to enter mildly warn places and anything below that without any assistance besides the lollipop things and maybe an ice pack. While warmer weather is going to make'em sweat and suffer from heat stroke.

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Ok any questions or stuff just PM me k people? And lately I have not been most mentally intact so expect near constant updates weekly for a while. Or a short while IDK.

Oh and the first few chapters (1-4) will most likely follow the main characters of the WW1 European front. Other fronts will be introduced in chapters after that. Might also accept OC's to fill those fronts.

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Chapter 2: political ramifications:

7 hours after the assassination of General Gunter by unknown assassin.

Moka sat in a carriage heading for the embassy, apparently there had been an incident some hours ago… maybe she should have informed someone of the mysterious wall leaper.

The carriage she was in was quite ornate, being mostly coloured with dark colours such as dark violet, blue and black.

Her father had already gone on ahead while her mother and sisters were at the lands her family owned in the Daemon owned half Japan.

The carriage had just passed the gates of the German embassy's wall. The several guards outside saluting as the horses dragging it cantered by, and along the tarmac road leading around the garden that occupied the centre of the front lawn.

When she was younger she would often sneak into the gardens here, it was a place she could be by herself without interruption by her sisters. She would mostly explore around the inner areas of the gardens.

But one of the most memorable times spent here was when she met a young man about her age way back when; though human he was well… loathe to admit it but a friend. She had been entering the garden like she usually would, sneaking past the guards and over the high wall to the high hedged garden in the centre and within to its core. When she arrived at the centre there was an adolescent human male around her age, sitting on the lone bench observing some birds that fluttered around the gardens, his gaze so focused on the two avian's dancing in and out of the trees he didn't notice her approach.

She remembered it clearly.

(((Flash back waves)))

Moka silently stalked forward, her vampiric nature allowing her to remain silent no matter where she walked, towards the young man on the dull bench, one leg tucked underneath his chin while the other dangled off the seat and swung in a lazy fashion.

He wore long grey pants and a matching grey jacket both were one size to large. His hair a sort of dulled black neatly trimmed to be short except on the forehead where he had a small fringe growing, slightly waved in the breeze.

She managed to get up behind him without him noticing, still intently watching the birds dance around the garden, taking a small breath in (as vampires, though they are technically dead still require air to use their voice) and whispered "Boo"

The boy quickly turned around while launching himself from the bench with a surprised gasp and terrified eyes, landing on his back he propped himself up using his elbows and stared at the young vampire. Running a hand through her silver hair she flashed an amused smile and sat down on the bench.

"You're not human aren't you?" he asked with a voice filled with curiosity and awe.

Raising a hand as if to inspect her nails she grinned "mayyyybe!"

His eyes widened "Cool! So what are you?"

Quickly jumping off the seat she crash tackled him to the ground and bared her fangs "I'm a Vampire!" she whispered hoping to scare him. But to her surprise he did nothing but stare, almost as if enchanted by one of those Sucumbii.

"woah, I have never met a vampire before. Or any non-human to be exact. you don't seem, to be a monster."

She huffed at that and grumbled at him "what do I seem to be then?"

The Human slightly blushed and mumbled something very incoherently and quietly she couldn't make sense of it. Grabbing him by the collar she shook him slightly "what did you say!?"

He turned to look at her "I said you seem to be a pretty girl…"

Moka released his collar and ran a hand through her hair "of course I am pretty! I am a vampire after all!"

"yeah and your quite heavy so could you get off of me?" he remaked.

With a huff she dismounted him and sat down on the bench, watching him get up and dust himself off. And then sat down where he was before since the bench was wide enough.

Quickly giving him a look out of the corner of her eyes she then turned to watching the birds just like him.

"so are you new around here? I have been here quite often and haven't seen you before." She asked after a minute of silence, he nodded once and turned to her "yes I am. I only arrived just last week along with my father who is now the head diplomat here at the German embassy, France. Father doesn't usually let me go out into the city, saying you 'evil' monsters will kidnap me and force me to slavery."

Moka felt kind of sad that he felt that way about Daemon kind. But quickly remembering that this was his first encounter with a non-human she put on a smile and faced him "and now what do you think of us?"

He tapped a finger to his chin for a second or two "I am not sure about the rest of your kind, but I would like to be your friend. You seem nice." He held out a hand "Friends?" he asked

To which she smiled and took his hand and squeezed, her Vamperic strength with a grip of iron made him squint in pain. After the quick handshake the two began to talk, about life (or in Moka's case un-life) home family and all sorts of things… yet they didn't even ask for the others name.

(((end of flash back)))

Moka smiled quite fondly at the memory, though after that year they had lost contact with each other she still considered him a friend, especially all of the small adventures they would have in the Embassy gardens and during the Ball's her family held to which she was able to invite a friend, though she always did it in person to avoid going through official chanels.

Then, just then she had realized something that neither one of them would have ever have thought of before they went their separate ways. They never shared their names with each other! The one important thing in a friendship… and somehow theirs had made it despite this lack of knowledge.

Usually they refered to each other as 'hey!, friend' and a few other words. By the dark lords it how could it have taken her years to realize this?

The carriage slowed as it came to a halt in front of the Embassy's main entrance, one of her father's aides waiting out front, his immaculate dress uniform various dark colours that went well together.

He opened the door and bowed as she stepped out gracefully, her boots clicking softly on the ground and hip cloak swaying. The aide, a fellow vampire of course bowed "my lady, your father informed me to tell you that it is now unnecessary for you to join in the discussions. He suggests taking a small walk around the Embassy and observe some of the… 'Culture'." He Mockingly jeered at the last word, causing the two guards at the Double doors to grip their rifles a little tighter.

Ignoring the angry Germans the aide put on a shit-eating-grin and waited for her answer. Which she was currently thinking of in her head.

'mmmm… I could visit the gardens again. Besides it's been years since….'

She stated to walk around the carriage towards the towering hedges "I am going to visit the gardens. I hear they are lovely, and thus wish to see for myself."

The aide bowed and turned towards the door " I will inform your father then"

As Moka walked into the lush garden she wished she could see her friend again, at least once more.

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Hans Reinhardt Herman sat on the old and rusted bench in the gardens, the paint having worn off a while ago and the garden was slightly out of control but in other aspects it appeared to be fine.

God even though he had only arrived weeks ago he still hadn't come out here. 'if I had known I would have brought some gardening equipment and paint. Give this place a touch up'

He gazed at the trees where the birds used to dance when he was young, long overgrown with flowers and in one's case, apples for some reason, ready to be plucked from their branches.

He thought back to the assassination of general Gunter nought but seven or so hours ago. When the general had first arrived he was worried about assassins despite the fact that no German high command member had been assassinated since the last war. Now however Hans wished he had listened to him, so that he might keep his post here in the Embassy.

The assassination will most likely get him DE-promoted a rank or two followed by being sent back in with the Infantry regiments and not a cushy job in an embassy or fort like he preferred.

Sighing contently he watched a pair of blue birds fly into the tree's, this was a favourite past time of his, bird watching, and just watching the beautys of nature, even though he liked to spend his time indoors reading and writing.

Though he could not see her someone from his past had just turned the corner, recognizing his aura instantly she stumbled a little as she came to a standstill which he didn't notice.

'he's back! After all this time.' Moka let a happy and evil grin on her face 'now time to surprise him like I did when we first meet.'

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Ah ok. Sorry people it took longer to get this chapter out than expected. My laptop broke and I can only type this up while at home. (though I always save my stories to an external hard drive, I learnt this lesion after my first accident.)

So review, don't review either one.

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