Preparing for travel, the two hunters discussed many plans, what they were to do. The offer was most likely a trap, though Butsuma was hopeful that the elder vampire would keep to a fair offer. Hashirama was not so hopeful. Vamps were vamps, after all. Couldn't trust them if they weren't controllable.

Madara paced around during the preparation time, starving. His hunger had been forgotten by the others, though he supposed once he was free, he'd be able to attack as he pleased, without having to stick to some unnatural deal.

"Get moving," Butsuma pushed the captive vampire forwards, Madara stumbling slightly. Hashirama walked beside his father, keeping an eye on the Uchiha, though he doubted the other could move, with the iron chains wrapped tightly around him.

The hunters were armed, ready for the possibility of a trap. Madara was silent, hoping that he'd be able to be freed. He expected a fight, there was something heavy in the air that he could sense, something dark.

When they arrived at the clearing, the vampires were already there. Tobirama was knelt in front of them, chained up with silver. Two figures stood off to the side, clothed in white robes.

Madara only recognised one of the white-robed figures. Indra, the "great ancestor" that his father revered and claimed to have power over all vampires. Madara had only met him once, when he "came of age", starting the training to become the heir of the coven.

The other must have been a wolf, but the scent had made his skin crawl, even more than usual. He glanced over to the other vampires. Izuna was stood there, watching the scene before him with a nervous expression.

"We're here, Tajima," Butsuma called out to the other, pushing Madara forwards again. Hashirama was tense, glancing around coldly. He didn't like the way the two strangers looked. Surrounded by vampires, the two could easily take advantage of a fight.

"Give us back what is ours," Butsuma responded coldly, unchaining Madara and letting him go forwards. Tajima just shrugged, glancing to the white-robed pair before unchaining Tobirama. The white-haired male stood up, dusting himself up and starting to walk forwards.

"Tobirama," The younger of the white-robed pair stepped forwards, smirking coldly. Exerting his aura, he used his command as the Alpha Werewolf. "Turn. Become what you truly are, eliminate those hunters."

"No!" Izuna stepped forwards, only to be grabbed by Hikaku, held back from interfering. Tobirama paused, before searing pain coursed through him as transformation ripped through him. Lengthening bones and snout, he became the white wolf, ruby eyes showing no recognition, mind only on one thing.

To serve the Alpha.

Tobirama growled, eyes fixed on the humans coldly. Butsuma growled lowly, pushing Hashirama back. "What is the meaning of this?" He snarled at Tajima. "What did you do to my son?!" Ashura stepped to Tobirama's side, patting the wolf's shoulder with a smirk.

"The vamps did nothing," He declared with a laugh. "It was the ideas of the Alphas, the original beasts. But you're not going to live to tell this tale. Get them, Tobirama." With the order, Tobirama sprang forwards with a snarl.

Madara had moved over to the side of his family, moving Hikaku's hands from Izuna. "Nii-san… we have to stop this…" Izuna responded. "It was all a trap, but they didn't know… father was taking orders from Indra," Madara frowned slightly, before sighing. "This couldn't have been dad's plotting. That damn Alpha vamp…"He glanced over to Indra, who was watching calmly.

"He enjoys killing…" Madara responded lowly. "He's lived long again

Butsuma had no time to go for Ashura before he was met with his own son, now a mindless beast. "Tobirama… how can you do this? Don't turn against your own family…" Raising the gun, he frowned slightly. His hands were shaking, for the first time in a long time

The wolf ignored his father's hesitance, lunging for him. Hashirama took a step forwards, before he froze, the scene unfolding too quickly. Fangs tore into flesh, and Butsuma growled out in pain, struggling against the beast's fangs. "Get a hold of yourself, Tobirama!" The elder Senju yelled, trying to get through to the other.

"It's not gonna work!" Ashura called through the panic. Butsuma clung onto Tobirama's face, trying to push him away. A paw swung up, clawing at the human. A sickening crunch resounded through the clearing as the wolf snapped his jaws on the other's ribs.

"Father!" Hashirama stepped forwards, though Tobirama did not let up his attack on his father, snapping and clawing before releasing Butsuma. The elder collapsed, falling to the ground. Hashirama rushed to his father's side, at a loss as to how to help the other. There was so much blood, too many injuries.

"Hashirama…" Butsuma coughed, crimson tailing down from his lips. "Please… if I live I'll be cursed… this is no way to live…" He handed the other the gun. Hashirama shook his head quickly. "I've already lost Tobi, father… I can't lose you too."

"Do it!" The elder Senju responded. "This is a hunter's life. We had been lucky… for too long… now do it." Hashirama frowned, pointing the gun to Butsuma's temple. Closing his eyes, he pulled the trigger, dropping the gun and covering his face with his hands.

"Why are we still here?" Izuna questioned, frowning slightly. Of course, he was relieved that their biggest threat was being dealt with, but he didn't wish to watch anymore. Not this. It was madness. Madara's expression was stony- he didn't like this any more than Izuna did.

Tajima watched calmly, ignoring the opinions of the others. This was what they needed. Butsuma's death would remove the biggest threat to the vampires. He had not let emotions of a past life get in the way.

Tobirama licked his lips, releasing a howl, that echoed through the air, chilling Hashirama to the bone. It was as if the eldest son of Butsuma had given up. He couldn't face it. Alone, outnumbered. He had no idea how to deal with it. Hashirama thought he was a good hunter.

He was so wrong. His only strength was family, and without their help, he couldn't do it.

Lowering his hands, he stared calmly, at the wolf that was once his brother.