Hey guys. Sorry it's taken me so long... A lot of stuff has been going on. But here it is! With a small reminder at the beginning of the last chapter.

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"SOUL! WATCH OUT! STOP!" Maka's scream jerked him from his thoughts, immediately hitting the breaks and skidding to a halt in front of a solitary figure. The shocking white hair shinning in the lamp light, red eyes gleaming more feral than the Hell Hounds had.

A smile cracked across their night visitors face. "Hello Little Brother."

"Well shit."

Chapter 4

"Or should I say, ex-little brother, little Vampire?" Wes' simple smile cracking into a wicked grin, that twisted his features to look impossibly cruel. And he was. Impossibly cruel that is. Soul had never had it in him to kill as ruthlessly as his older brother Wes did. When they had trained together as younger members (before Wes went on to much more advanced classes) Soul had been scared by the ferocity that filled everything he did. It gave him nightmares as a younger boy. His head filled with the nightmares that his brother would one day kill him. Looks like that fear was about to come true.

Soul ran a hand across his face, turning his tired red eyes on the man in front of him. "Why the hell is everyone calling me that? Admittedly you are more annoying than Wes but still!" Soul gestured wildly at Maka still sitting behind him. This whole ordeal was starting to wear on him. First he was kidnapped brutally, then the trial thing, Hell Hounds, and now this? He was already exhausted! Would this day never end?

"I think only I should be allowed to call him that. He is mine after all." Maka said loudly, but Soul hardly heard her, for he would have surely have protested such possessiveness coming from her. All he could hear was all the times everyone had compared him to Wes, told him to be like Wes. His parents, his relatives, himself. Why didn't he compare? What was wrong with him?

"Yours?" Wes said in wonderment. "I thought Soul had just picked you up off the side of the street. I figured you were a midnight snack. A whore maybe? But no, you don't have the body for that. Really Soul, you could have done better."

Maka growled, her hand clenching tightly in his shirt. "I should have killed you when I had the chance."

"I'd have liked to see you try." Wes sneered, crouching down into a low crouch, like he was totally ready for her. One hand moved behind his back, fingering the large blade that was sheathed behind his back. Loosening it from his sheath, he slowed his breathing completely prepared to take down this bitch for what she did to his brother. And maybe as a bonus, he'd get to kill Soul too.

Maka swung off the motorcycle, putting on a pouting face. She needed to throw him off guard. If that meant acting all pouty and sultry like a slut because he was a guy and guys couldn't resist then so be it.

"It's a pity, you looked so innocent in your sleep. I just couldn't do it." Her voice had a musical, light, almost innocent quality to it, as she weaved and swayed closer and closer to the offending Vutori. She judged the distance to be good, she could make it and he'd never see it coming. Her face twisted into a sharp snarl. "But now I think I can." Her voice held the pain of all her years behind it, it became gravelly with unshed tears. Her vision faded to red as the veins around her eyes ran dark, her fangs shot out of her gums piercing her own lip in her haste. The blood that coated her fangs, even though it was her own, fueled her blood frenzy.

Then she disappeared.

Poof.

Gone.

Wes looked around wildly wondering where the hell she went. In all his years he had never met a vampire that could disappear into thin air. His eyes caught Souls smug look, making him even more mad. "Where is she?" He whirled around trying to find any trace of the girl who was now sneaking around waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Soul shrugged indifferently. "Hell if I know."

"Why, you little-!" Wes started forward, intent on killing his brother even though his parents said to bring him back alive. Maka would have none of that though. She grabbed him by the back of the neck and clamped her thumb down on his windpipe.

"Why don't we play a game?" Maka giggled, stroking through Wes' soft white hair while he chocked from her grip.

"Maka be careful. He's still my brother." She glanced up to see Soul watching his brother turn blue worriedly.

"Hmmm... No promises." Maka snapped her fingers, a large box drawing itself on the ground around Wes, then she disappeared again. Wes fell to his hands and knees, coughing and gasping to open up his stressed wide pipe. Soul was beginning to feel a sense of horror. This was his brother. Was he going to sit around and watch while Maka murdered him?

Yes.

He had never liked his older brother. They didn't have a usual brother to brother relationship. They never had. And they never would. His brother was ruthless. But he was still his brother. He had to help him.

No.

Shut up.

"Don't move, Soul." Maka's voice came from everywhere and nowhere at once. She was still invisible but her voice seemed to fill the whole courtyard, not coming from a particular location or direction. It floated, freezing him in his place physically.

Soul got angry. She had no right! It was outrageous! "I'm not going to sit around and watch as you kill someone else close to me." He snarled, baring his own fangs at her, his vision tinting red and the veins becoming prominent around his eyes. He would fight her if he had too.

"If only all the people close to you weren't trying to kill you." Maka said from wherever she was. Soul glanced around, trying to pinpoint her location so he could rip her head off.

"It's your own damn fault." He spat. He had almost forgotten how much he hated her with everything that had happened today.

"True."

Soul gave a roar of fury at her simple answer. "At least let me kill him."

"You?" Maka shimmered into existence in front of him, her brow creased in thought. "I can't trust you with this."

"I can't let you kill him. He's my brother."

"He's going to kill you anyways! Better we kill him now so we don't have to worry about him later."

"Maka." Soul growled, glaring into her red rimmed green eyes. "I'm not letting you kill him."

"But I've got him right where I want him!"

"No."

"Listen here buddy boy. I control you." Maka smiled sweetly, her mouth curving up in an attempt to lead him into a false sense of security. "So you are just going to sit there." Maka pointed at the seat of his motorcycle. Souls eyes widened as he felt himself glued to his seat. "And you are going to watch." Her sweet smile faded as her eyes became more blood thirsty, red specks flecked across her vision.

The mad grin that split her face scared him shitless. Wes didn't stand a chance against this girl. They had never been taught about her either. In the academy they were taught about all the powerful vampires out there to prepare them but this girl's name never came up once. She was a total mystery. He was bound to her and he still had no clue what she could do.

"I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you both." Wes growled, staring right into Makas eyes.

"Well that's cute." Maka chimed, pacing around the edge of the box she had made. "Now lets start playing. I'm parched." Maka watched gleefully as his Adam's apple bobbed with his obviously nervous gulp.

She stepped inside the box finally. Wes had undeniably been waiting for that. His immediate launch in her direction only proving the fact. Maka smirked, ducking under his launch and rolling to the other side of the square. She was on her feet as Wes hit the ground, rolling to ease the impact.

Suddenly Wes screamed, clutching at his head, pulling viciously at his hair, and curling in on himself. Soul gasped. He was not used to his brother being so weak. In all his other fights the fight would be over by now, the offending vampire burned into the ground. This was different. Maka seemed to be doing something to him with her mind.

Indeed she was. The illusion Wes was currently under was a product of Maka's own twisted imagination. Currently he was being pecked at by many vicious birds. They pecked, tore, scratched whatever flesh they could find, his sweet life force pooling on the ground beneath him. The birds bathed in it, screeching war cries filling the air as they tore and pecked, complete and utter disregard for anything but the feast in front of them.

Maka chuckled, watching the scene with a keen fascination and growing thirst. It was time for a change.

Soul looked on in horror. The two seemed to be locked in a silent battle, well Wes wasn't so silent, but there was nothing happening. Wes was screaming bloody murder and Maka was standing stock still with a gleeful expression on her face. She was obviously enjoying his pain.

If only Soul knew what was really going on in Wes' head right now. Maka had changed the scene and now Wes was sitting cross legged on the floor of a cellar, all the people he cared about strapped to tables around him. Maka was walking around the room, torturing them one by one until they either died or passed out from the pain, and Wes could do nothing. He could only sit there and listen to them scream his name, scream for his help.

Mom... Silent.

Dad... Silent as well.

Blair... Whimpering his name in pain. Pleading for him to come save her. Wes tried to call out to her. Tell her his predicament. But his voice wasn't working. Nothing was working! What was this hell?

Maka loomed over him, feral, bloodstained teeth gleaming in the fluorescent lights that lit the room. "You won't survive much longer. Then I'm going to let my bloodthirsty little vampire out there feast on you."

"He would never. He's too soft." Wes found his voice to be working again, albeit it was scratchy and hoarse, but it worked.

"He's also thirsty." Maka whispered, giggling in his ear quietly. "He'll get over his humanity soon enough."

"What do you want with him?"

"I want to make him suffer. I want him to loose all sense of his humanity. I want to watch his whole entire world burn to the ground. Then I'll let him live with the guilt for the rest of his eternal life. It'll be glorious."

"Why?" Wes didnt really want to know. He was just stalling her for a second. The longer she talked the less torture he was put through and the more time he had to figure out a plan. Making a plan was hard when he had no clue what he was up against though.

"Because you're family took everything from me."

"But why just punish Soul? Why not punish the rest of the family as well?"

"You think I'm not already doing that? You think I don't know that the shame is eating your poor fragile mother alive? That your father is doing a very poor job at covering up Souls disappearance? That your family isn't loosing everything just because I turned the youngest Evans into a vampire? Oh no sweetheart. I know. I'm punishing all the Evans without even having to lift a finger. This was the plan all along."

"You bitch." Wes snarled. She was right. Wes was out trying to cover up Souls tracks by killing him but he was taking too long. The family name was falling apart with every wasted minute.

"Are you ready for round three?" Wes was about to say something when her eyes got a very far away look. When she returned her brow was creased and her eyes flickered to his face briefly. "We have an unexpected visitor." The torture chamber disappeared, thrusting him back into the real world once more and to blinding white pain.

Soul saw both of them snap back to reality, recalling a few seconds earlier when Maka had seemed to come back partially. Her eyes had cleared a little, her head moving slowly as if through some sort of gel or sticky substance. It was incredibly creepy. She seemed to have seen something that displeased her. Wes wasn't moving.

"You can come out, Assassin." She called.

A blue haired assassin materialized out of thin air in the direction of the trees she was glaring at. "Hello BlackStar." Maka said pleasantly. BlackStar snarled at the use of his name. "How's Tsubaki doing?"

"I wouldn't know. You killed her."

"Would you like to join her?"

"No I'm here to avenge her." BlackStar lunged forward, only to run into a solid force of muscle blocking him from the vampire. "What the- Soul?"

Soul quickly grabbed him, with his hands held behind his back in one hand and his head tipped back exposing his neck with the other hand. "Sup BlackStar." With that he plunged his fangs into the annoying, god-seeking man throat, tearing it out. Blood splashed everywhere, flowing from the hole in his neck and his mouth. He sputtered for breath, trying to breath past his destroyed jugular.

Soul had never liked BlackStar. He had used him to get closer to Wes. BlackStar hadn't liked Soul either. This was the one person he had been looking forward to killing.

After BlackStar was drained Soul dragged him over to where Maka was leaning over Wes. The square had already been erased. "Is he dead?"

Maka looked up, searching his face for a second or two. Whatever she was looking for she must not have found it because she cautiously said "No, he'll wake up later." Both of them were silent for a little, staring at the bodies between them. "Lets get out of here Soul."

They hopped on the motorcycle and zoomed far away.

Sometime early that morning Maka spoke up. "I'm proud of you, Little Vampire."

"I hate you." He wasnt sure who he was reassuring anymore, him or her?

A/N

yup so that was it. hope you liked it.

Guys it's kinda weird but I imagined Wes dressed as some sort of Assassins Creed character? Without the cape You know? Like he doesn't dress like that all the time. Just when he needs to go get a big bad vampire.

Ok when Maka froze him she put him under almost the genjutsu that Itachi uses with his sharingan. If you didn't understand any of that, then she put him in an illusion that actually hurt him. Just ask if you have questions!

Ok so I don't know but I've never really liked BlackStar all that much. Like he can be really annoying. I think it went too fast though...

theres no physical rule but...

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