The Darkness

It was a normal bright and sunny afternoon in Konoha Hidden Leaf Village. The birds sang occasionally and the kids were mucking about and playing their games in the streets, and emotions in this crazy little town of ninja were high as they were this time each year.

October tenth: the anniversary of the Kyuubi no Yoko's defeat at the hands of their beloved Yondaime Hokage, but that fortunate victory cost them his life, and they had very little to take their anger out on.

However, fortune favoured them this day as the demon brat had just exited the academy, and they lay in wait on his path home.

Today was that little bit more pleasant as they had gotten some all-seeing Hyuuga to help in capturing it, so they could beat the crap out of it and hope it died for all the pain it had caused them, so it wouldn't be able to escape, and certainly not hide.

Not this time.

Little did these arrogant fools know that in getting revenge for their beloved Hokage within the heavens (or inside the death gods' stomach) that their Hokage would be furious with them, but he could do nothing even if he knew about it?

Therefore, when sweet little, and adorable Hinata Hyuuga (from the 'demon boys' class) was completing her daily routine of stalking… um following her crush home to make sure he was safe she got a terrible surprise.

Hinata's pail lavender pupils were shocked to see several small mob groups jump out at her Naruto-kun. Though, perhaps she shouldn't be so surprised as she saw the hate these mean people has for him when Naruto was always such a nice boy to everyone even when he shouldn't be.

"Kill the demon!"

"Make the thing suffer!"

"Let's skin it alive!"

"Yeah let's teach this thing the meaning of pain!"

"Let's do it up the ass!"

"…"

"…"

"Umm… I mean let's stab it violently up the ass! W-with a-a-a knife. Yeah, a very sharp knife and nothing else!"

"…"

"Y-yeah… let's get the demon…"

"Where's it gone?"

"There… it's trying to escape!"

"It's not trying. That things getting away, lets get it!"

Hinata just watched with wide frightened eyes as Naruto ran faster than she had ever seen him move before. The blonde boy even looked back with a smirk on his lips as he leapt up onto the rooftops and out of her sight with a few furious ninja hot on his trail, and the civilians taking the path in the general direction he went.

Hinata felt hot tears prickling her eyes as she slumped back against a wall. Some of those ninja were from her own family. The sort of jerks that even had the gull to call her a failure even to her face and she was supposed the heir of her family.

She felt for the first time in her short eight years of life: anger… no it was more like rage as she clenched and unclenched her fists and ground her teeth. They treated such a good person as Naruto like crap while other less savoury people got everything and anything they wanted? Her own family too? Why did she want their acknowledgement again? Why the heck should she care what they think of her when they attack innocent academy students?

Hinata's right fist slammed into the wall cracking it with a spike of her chakra; her eyes widened with a small awed smiled coming to her lips as she thought of her crush and prayed he would be okay. She wouldn't let anybody tell her right from wrong if they didn't know it. She would define who she was; not a stupid clan full of hateful bigots.

Sighing, Hinata tried to calm her self down as she pulls her self away from the wall and hopped out on to the path wondering whether Naruto could have actually done something wrong. If he had surely the Hokage would have sent his people to bring the blonde in for reprimand and punishment.

It was even Naruto's birthday and Hinata hadn't managed to leave his present somewhere for him to find yet like she did each year for the passed couple. Though, she supposed she could just leave it on his doorstep for when he got home and promised that next year she would be able to give it to him face to face. She almost snorted angrily at herself for being such a chicken.

"Yeah man did you see that demon freak running like a coward!"

"Ha-ha… yeah dude that was awesome. If I weren't so high I would like to get some kicks and punches in too!"

The two young men stopped on their trip as an eight, nearly nine year old girl now stood glaring at them in absolute rage. Her short dark purple hair seems to stand up and drift with static electricity and her normally soft and kind eyes were hard as steel and as cold as ice, with an explosive tint of liquid silver swirling with destructive emotions.

The veins bulged around her eyes outwards and down her face; neck and possibly further. They had never seen the byakugan like it. She was intimidating even though she only wore her baggy jacket, bicycle shorts and standard blue ninja sandals.

The two men took half steps back before they were unable to move further, their breathing came out ragged, and sweat started to pool all over as she took one step closer, having only just now discovered the instinctual genjutsu of killing intent (ki. The projection of ones own anger and want to kill). If anyone were to ask whether she would have been capable of such killing intent before now they would have laughed, and laughed hard at the mere thought.

The men dropped to their knees whimpering as she took another step forward her ki only getting worse as both grown men lost control of their bladders, and created little puddles as tears begin to poor out of their eyes.

"P-please!" one whimpered… Hinata was not sure which as she saw red, and didn't care as she placed the tip of a finger on each of their shoulders before stepping back her ki disappearing as if it was never there, and both men sighed relief.

"You ever think of harming MY Naruto-kun again, and I will rip you apart from the inside out!" she hissed harshly as she turned her back on them.

She had only taken a few steps away when both men screamed out in agony as blood exploded out of both sides of their shoulders she had touched. She just continued walking with no sign of emotion in her expression except curiosity as she gazed down at her fingers in wonderment. Maybe she was not the failure after all… perhaps she just needed the right motivation… maybe she just needed to look at her family's style at a different angle to the rest of her family.

Yes, she would get stronger even if it means doing things different from the rest of the clan. Them with their stupid subtlety and blocking their enemy's chakra points… why bother. No, her enemies will become blood by her feet even if someday she had to fight this whole village. She would do anything for her Naruto-kun.

Hinata wondered whether those stupid civilians were going to tell on her; not that it matters. No one would believe that she was capable let a lone that she could possess the guts or disposition to attack anyone.

Hinata wondered mildly whether she might be somewhat… nuts. She supposed that she could be, and after the way she had been mentally abused by her clan over the years who could blame her for finally cracking?

The Darkness

Naruto sighed in relief as he escaped down into the sewers, though this area was new to him. He also knew that there were some pretty strong seals around him that made it near impossible for anyone to detect people in the sewers, and he was pleased that that included Hyuuga.

He didn't have a clue what their problem was… well if you discount the fact that the Kyuubi no Kitsune was sealed away within him. It didn't take a genius to figure that out, and after so many years of being called demon this and demon that, fox bastard and whatever other 'imaginative' names they came up with. Well he did some research and came to the conclusion that he was a Jinchuuriki, (a demons prison/living sacrifice), and now they took out their anger on him.

Now most people who know Naruto. Really knew him would believe that he was both stupid enough and naive enough to believe they had every right to treat him like crap. However, they would be mistaken in this belief. It just made Naruto hate them. They even forced their children to hate him.

Naruto remembered once when he was but four, maybe five when it was his birthday, and he had wondered out of his apartment for need of food when he was accosted by several angry mothers prattling on about him staying away from their 'normal' children. The next thing he knew was he was not only curled up on the floor in pain after the mothers had brutally attacked him, but they then praised and encouraged their children to beat him while he was down, little boys and girls; it was sick.

One such child had been a pink haired girl, (the ring leader's daughter); he had once protected her from bullies, and the glee on her face while beating little Naruto was something he would never forget or forgive. From that day on Sakura Harano became a loud mouthed bitch destined to be an Uchiha's most vocal and annoying fan girl, and number one pranking victim, (and Naruto loved to make sure she knew it was him while leaving no evidence for the bitch to prove it).

Some people in the academy seemed to think that Naruto pranked Sakura to get her attention (some believe it was him, but what the fuck could they do with no proof?), but he did it for vengeance, (a word most would not associate with such an 'idiot'). However, in this place that wanted to torture and torment him he had to adapt and learn faster than any normal boy should just to survive, as he had realised nobody else was going to protect him.

It was why Naruto's evasion skills were above par, and in high chuunin levels, and his stealth skills were even higher. Somewhere in the region of low to mid jonin, but it was traps (pranks) that he really excelled in as they came in handy to set them up to assist escape and for revenge against the village. Naruto was the only one who could be pissed at the Forth Hokage's choice in prison; no one else had that right.

However, all of his skills aside nobody within the academy thought he was worth anything because he sucked at taijutsu, and his chakra control was appalling, (well who would expect more from a child with more chakra than all of the students, all years plus the instructors put together?) And they were too stupid to notice his problem and help with better and better control exercises.

Even Naruto's latest instructor Iruka Umino, (the only teacher so far that seems not to hate him) didn't seem to care about his progress even though Naruto asked for extra help with chakra control. The guy only went on to a full blown lecture about giving him extra help would be unfair on the others.

That had royally bothered Naruto because in his eyes some students needed more help than others for all kinds of reasons, (plus the fact a large portion of his class came from ninja families who would no doubt help them all they needed – how is that fair?)

However, what bothered Naruto the most was one Sasuke Uchiha's fan-girls. The moody bastard practically had all of these cute girls eating out of his hands and he didn't want to know. Though, what added the icing on the cake was that these girls just didn't get the hint that Sasuke would obviously like fan-boys.

Heck, Naruto had seen many of the Uchiha's fan-girls getting crushed by his 'let downs' yet they go back for more. Someday Naruto would just like to kick all of their asses for being so thick. The class didn't just contain them and Sasuke

Naruto didn't get what they even saw in the guy, and had been considering an experiment to see whether dark and hateful bastards (that in Sasuke's case will most certainly be an abusive husband that only Mary's for the need of children to carry on his clan of douche-bags) would get the girls fawning over him instead.

Shaking his head clear a little Naruto continued his little tour of the (as of yet unexplored section of the) sewers.

Naruto had realised that he at least had one fan-girl. She may think he was too stupid to notice the poor shy girl stalking him but his senses were much better than they should be. He was not sure whether that was because of Kyuubi or having to adapt to survive, either way he knew when she was spying on him, with or without her byakugan.

Hmm… Naruto wondered whether those eyes actually saw everything (as in through clothes). Could they be a whole clan or perverts? Well thinking of perverts made him pause to think as he came to the conclusion that all humans were perverted in some way and enjoyed 'perverted' things.

Naruto held in an embarrassed snicker as it hadn't been too long since he discovered the game of 'bedtime pleasure' and making himself feel good. It made him wonder how much better it would feel to have a girl do all of those naughty things to him in those perverted little orange books he managed to get hold of for study, along with porn mags to study for use with henge as it made sense to not only know the human anatomy in theory and internally but knowing that different men, and different women don't all look identical while naked, and that aspect was the most difficult to replicate, and practically all ninja just aren't that capable, but he wanted to be better than that.

Some people were bigger or smaller in certain areas, or had more or less hair on their bodies, or more fat or muscle. It was the reason his transformations were so flawless through study so he could estimate someone's body completely, so he could make a 'perfect' transformation. Along with the transformations he had been eager to watch people, their body language, mannerisms, speech impediments, or accents etc. and learn to mimic these things, as he realised that it was mainly the little things that could give you away. Though, it would be near impossible for anyone to see through his illusions. It's just a matter of time before he started testing his infiltration skills here on the civilians, as he wanted to be a old school ninja and take down his enemy without jumping out in front of them like ninja these days, just like from the large old book he had gotten from someone a few birthdays ago… his mysterious birthday gift giver, the first gift they ever gave him. It was his inspiration.

He quite liked reading Come Come Paradise too actually, though he supposed they could do with a more complex plot-line. Though, it was the porn that he found interesting because it gave a great insight into the minds of men and women alike, which Naruto figured could be used to manipulate them. Some of the stuff men and women write into the mags about (their dark, pervy fantasies) could be plain sick and creepy, but if they lead Naruto to an easily casualty free (for his side) mission he supposed he could do what it took, even if he became an eccentric nut-bar like many of the villages ninja.

Naruto sighed as he paused his trip through the sewers as he barely noticed something different about the wall he was next to. It was covered in a thick layer of lush green vines and the brick colouring was most certainly different.

Frowning in thought, Naruto ran the fingers of both hands through his spiky sunny blonde hair, before he took a deep breath and started tugging the vines and tearing them away. Some of the more stubborn vines he pulled out a kunai to help him carve them away.

His sky blue eyes were getting more and more excited as he realised that the wall was a slightly different colour (newer) and certainly wouldn't have noticed if not for one small fact. Naruto's eye sight was better (in terms of clarity) than a Hyuuga's (well he figured as mush as Hinata-chan (he only called her 'chan' to himself as he didn't want people to pick on her if they became friends) had never just zoned off staring at odd colours that the sun's rays sometime produce).

It didn't take Naruto too long to get the section of wall clear and sink all of the vines into the sewage water behind him with a huge grin. He ran his fingers carefully over every inch of the wall he could reach for a moment before standing up straight, and reaching up, he touched a certain brick and with a spike of chakra it sank into the wall as he pushed and he heard a click.

However, nothing happened causing Naruto's grin to widen. Of course it wouldn't be that easy, but one quick blast of chakra through his left foot, and a kick to a floor level brick and a seal grid lit up bright gold on the wall. One look was all Naruto needed before biting his thumb and wiping his blood across a certain command seal in the grid.

The seal flashed red for less than a second before it faded away as the walls bricks began to meld, shift and moved out of Naruto's way leaving a doorway that leads in through a tunnel with torches igniting to lead the way.

As Naruto entered he wasn't surprised that the door sealed itself after him, but he just ignored it and kept walking. He came across a few wooden doors which led to a few dungeon cells, a few dusty and unused sleeping quarters, a kitchen/dinning chamber large enough to fit a couple of the academies classes nicely, and a nice sized library stocked with scrolls he decided he would check out later.

Naruto also came across a huge room stacked with all sorts of armour, clothes, and weapons from kunai to spears to heavy blade swords, and even from what he could see the odd zambato, and a huge staircase leading down into a giant and tall training facility.

However, it was the last room at the end of the hallway that he discovered that made Naruto gasp in shock and disgust. It was certainly some sort of facility used for experimentation with huge cylinders containing dead (things) within. Veils of goop, and he almost puked as he saw the pickled head of some boy who looked younger than him.

Though, that was nothing to the demonic heads in vats' (red monsters, grey monsters, blue monsters, some with horns or flaking lizard skin, he shivered), or the odd red eyeball with little back tomoe in glass jars. Though, he was almost certain they were probably dead. He sure hoped so as those weird grey eyes with the squiggly lines next to them were giving him the creeps worse than any, it looked like they were staring right into his soul.

Shaking those thoughts away Naruto continued wondering what would no doubt make an awesome home. It would be very unlikely that he would get robbed in his new home. Though, he would be sure to never come into that room again, and sealed it off. Somebody really abandoned an awesome secret lair so Naruto wasn't going to bemoan one room out of many being a mad scientists laboratory.

It took Naruto a few moments to find the main desk, and some research notes. He skimmed through some and frowned. Whoever used to use this place was certainly long gone, but he had wanted to make bloodline limits (give people special tricks/powers that only they could use) and had even started capturing demons to use in his experiments.

Sighing, Naruto put the papers back and moved off (planning to leave) when he noticed a dark shimmer. He frowned in awe as he found a small stone basin with some kind of black liquid lightning within. It was strange how the odd concoction has some kind of beauty to it that he had never seen before.

Naruto was cautious as he took a closer look, but that didn't stop what happened next from happening. The liquid lightning pulsed once before flying up at him, and smashing full pelt into his face… more accurately his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears, pooling into him. Naruto only managed to cry out in shock before he crumpled to the ground unconscious, his body giving a few twitches before going completely limp.

The Darkness

Naruto sighed and groaned as he woke up in a dark, dank, sewer? In the water? He could aways see better than a regular person in the dark, but never this well. It was like the world around him had been placed under a multi-spectrum night vision lens, but instead of seeing everything in green, Naruto saw it all with a bronze overlay like an old photo – only – kind of nearing a time where colour photos would be a thing and skipping any black and white phase, so Naruto could still see defined colours.

It was so amazing being able to see so – strangely that it took Naruto longer than he would care to admit to remember he was lost – or stolen away – or – who knew? Naruto didn't, so he looked around trying to make good use of his new sight in this place.

Naruto knew he wasn't in the sewer before. He was in his new home – near the sewer? Sure. In the sewer? At a stretch. But not actually the sewer. So what the heck happened? Shaking his dizzying head clear Naruto scanned his lank and boring surroundings with his new vision as he pulled himself to his bare feet when looked down, surprised to see himself completely naked.

"Well, okay, weirder things have happened right?" Naruto asked himself in wonder, letting his voice echo on for endless depths, as he couldn't think of anything weirder happening so looked around. It didn't look anything like Konoha's sewer so he didn't have a clue how to get out or where he actually was.

"Come to torment me with what I can't have now have you little boy?" a soft childish voice called out amusedly. "Hmmm..." the voice purred sensually. "You'll grow into a fine young man someday... for a pathetic human at least! I think I have time to wait for you to mature a little. I am very patient. My Master!"

Her voice praised and mocked and praised again all at the same time as she spoke. Her voice didn't have an echo like Naruto's had, but it sounded like it came from far away and right next to him at the same time. It was as if her voice surrounded him.

Naruto was startled and spun around to see a nine year old red haired girl with sharp looking fangs and clawed nails, (toes and feet), and nine adorable foxtails floating about behind her naked body. Though, her long red hair covered her non-existent chest area, (it hanging to her waist), with cute fox ears to the side of her head, pointed above her.

Naruto could clearly see her smooth lower area between her legs as she watched him unashamedly, and bringing a huge blush to his checks as he covered himself with his hands. She just watched him with amusement shining in her crimson slanted eyes unashamed.

The only bit of 'clothing' she wore was a scarlet coloured leather collar with a couple of black silver chain links down from her throat by a piece of black metal attached to the collar with a black metal tag that read:

'PROPERTY of NARUTO UZUMAKI'

It was in large red kanji that had a slight glow to it. Naruto almost startled and fell over as he saw that. Her gaze followed his and she smiled while rolling her eyes as a perfect little clawed nail on her right index finger flicked the black metal making it ting and spin to reveal the other side that read:

"SEAL'

It was just one word, but Naruto wondered how one little collar and piece of metal could hold something as powerful as the Kyuubi.

"K-Kyuubi... -chan?" he asked in shock and unsure whether the 'chan' was the right move or not.

Naruto blinked and Kyuubi had circled him. She moved at such unreal speeds, but his head and eyes followed every appraisal she made of his body before she was standing in front of him again with a toothy grin.

Kyuubi bowed her head in a nod while still smiling. "It is I, My Master... Kyuubi no Yoko! The Nine-Tailed Fox Daemon!" she said as she turned her bow into a gracious curtsy and a sweep of her left hand. "I see your upgrade is going well..." she commented whimsically.

"Upgrade?" Naruto asked in confusion and he had since forgotten to hide his bits from this ancient creature who was taking the form of a girl his age; to fool him perhaps?

"I must say I approve of your new outfit Naru-sama!" Kyuubi appraised to cause him a deep blush and ignoring his question. "It's very much an improvement over that normal orange monstrosity you ware wearing," she chimed delightedly, his cheeks just tinting brighter. "Hmm… I bet you expected me to be scarier, and possibly male?" she asked the blonde boy, and he could only nod. "And probably older looking if I could take human form?" He could only nod again causing her to giggle.

"Well, I can answer your questions easily," she said smilingly. "When I was sealed I reverted into a newborn the same as you, though thankful never lost anything else like power or knowledge.. I was annoying for a few years though as I was such an annoying little kit. Anyway, why do men automatically assume that because I'm so powerful that I'm a guy? Nibi is a girl too; but she doesn't get this kind of crap because she's an adorable little kitty-cat and everybody thinks cat-girls when thinking cat demon... we're not technically even demons... we're forces of nature, and-."

Kyuubi sighed as she stopped herself from any more ranting and gave her Master a sheepish shrug.

"Uhh… sorry," Naruto said nervous, but sincerely.

She just grinned, though it had a sinister sparkle to it this time. "There is no need for you to apologise to me My Master. I am your property now," she shrugged but was amused as his eyes widened as though the collar and tag gave hints; he was trying to ignore them as he wasn't sure owning a person would be easy, but owning a demon – nature fox-girl wouldn't be simple at all. "This is why I choose this form as it will make both of us more comfortable with each other as its close enough to human and still be desired without you having to be a freak with bestiality fetishes."

"Er," Naruto didn't know how to answer that and had to work out what bestiality was from context and grimaced. "Y-you don't seem as bad as everyone says you are Kyuubi-chan," Naruto said sheepishly as he chose widely to change the subject. "The way the village acts towards me I wouldn't be surprised if they were the one's to have attacked you."

Kyuubi smiled lightly at his words but he was sure he noted a hint of sadness in her expression before it disappeared for a brief flash of anger, her red eyes almost glowing with power.

"Filthy shinobi from this village!" she hissed out her eyes and expression looking wild now with fury as she moved, blinking from where she was to stand right before Naruto with little fists curled cutely into fists as she looked up at the slightly taller boy.

"All I can tell you is they all wore masks," she continued coldly. "They tried to use some powerful seal to control me. It hurt a lot and I fought back killing several of them. They fled back to this village, and I still smell their scent a lot when we were near the Hokage Tower – well you do. You just don't realise it. Though, I don't believe the blonde human that sealed me had anything to do with the attack. It was most likely some ploy to use my power to overthrow him blowing up in everyone's faces.

"It's why I'm not a big fan of most humans. They are greedy thinking everyone else is out to get them. They attack an innocent child, and the pain we suffer because of greedy self-centred humans is unjust and unfair."

"Y-you mean you feel it too?" Naruto asked in shock and afraid of the answer.

Kyuubi nodded her head in agreement. "Yes. I cannot see into your mind... see the real world, but I can experience your emotions, pains, pleasures, senses, and see into your dreams. Or perhaps I should say I'm forced too; it's a part of my punishment, Master."

"I see," he muttered quietly with a sigh. "I'm sorry."

Kyuubi frowned at him in annoyance. "Master!" she reprimanded making him look straight at her wondering why she would so willingly call him master. "None of this was any of your fault. They are to blame for the trouble they've caused us both. But I have a good feeling our luck has just changed."

"Huh?"

"Whatever happened to knock you out has changed your genetic make-up, and from what I can tell has given you some very strange abilities."

"It did?" he asked with hope shining in his eyes completely forgetting his modesty now as he was long since passed caring, as he pulled her soft form into his arms and she snuggled for a few minutes while they both held on and relished in the contact before Kyuubi finally pulled back with a soft smile while all nine of her long fluffy red tails swished about behind her in happiness.

"Yes. Whatever that stuff was... it was pretty powerful demonically," she agreed; her eyes looking down his body, a small smile forming as she likes what she saw, and almost couldn't wait for them to grown up a few more years. Naruto would make a very good master. She laughed a little as it took him a moment to realise her eyes had wondered and he blushed brightly and quickly covered herself as she continued. "This power is dark, Master, so you should be weary. I have used my power to manipulate it to our goals. Our future, Mater! It is the power to see beyond; to the World of Fade. Or more literal: Hell."

She then went on to tell him about Hell, and the Fade; about how the greed of men had brought the hell dimension so close to the Earth, and that demons, devils, fallen, all of the monsters from horror story's really did exist, and those that were in the World of Fade would not be able to interact with him physically unless he wanted them too.

It was a long complex explanation where she taught him some simple seals that he could place on some eyewear to block out the World of Fade from his vision, and with plenty of meditation he could block out the sounds from Hell and improve his chakra control.

Naruto woke with a start as he quickly sat up and shivered as he felt around his body, releaved to find his clothes, but after Kyuubi complaining multiple times about the colour, he just hoped there would be something more appropriate he could acquire.

However, he grimaced in horror as he looked up to see a creepy silvery moon seemingly in the room and looks around as he could see too much. It now looked as if everything in the lab was alive causing his heartbeat to increase painfully in his chest.

Naruto was quick to get to his feet and run through the lab, slamming the door behind himself panting painfully for breath.

"F-first things f-first," he muttered shakily to himself. "Find some glasses and add on that seal before going anywhere!"

He cringed at all of the red light, wondering how all of this red light existed when the Fade Moon was silvery.

'I like red,' a voice carefully whispered at the back of his mind.

Naruto sighed with a small smile. Now Kyuubi could freaking hear him, and talk to him. She did say that the seal holding her had changed a little, but this. Well, at least he'll be able to get her assistance when he needed it now.

The Darkness

Harry Potter was having a horrible time at Hogwarts this year – his second – even worse than last year when he had to protect the Philosopher's Stone from that raving lunatic 'Professor' Quirrell.

Harry just didn't get all of these nut jobs he had to associate with. Like his aunt and uncle. Did they really have to hate him so much over something as petty as his magical powers? He had always found hating to be so much more tiring.

With Quirrell, the guy allowed a filthy disjointed spirit of an evil douche-bag to share his body causing him to prematurely rot just for power so he could hurt anybody he hated, which was either Harry, blood traitors or 'mud-bloods'. All of that pain he caused himself just to help some jerk who was probably just using him and lying to get what he wanted. That was Voldemort's MO down to a tee.

Voldemort wasn't exactly know for his kindness or his sharing prowess. After all, Voldemort was a Dark Wizard, and not just any normal Dark Wizard, but one who had allowed his hatred and greed to not only corrupt his magic and body but his soul too. The Old Man made Harry feel the need to laugh as he expected people like Voldemort to be shown mercy and pity. It didn't take Harry long to realise that Dumbledore most likely suffered dementia or something equally terrible and needed help and support from professionals, but if anyone else had noticed they were too scared to bring it up.

The only feeling Harry felt like sharing with Voldemort was indifference. Hmm… was indifference even an emotion? He wasn't exactly sure, but Harry didn't cares.

Harry's friends thought he hated Voldemort, and that he even disliked his muggle family. It was not actually true. Neither the Dursley's nor Voldemort could have ever earned any real effort emotion wise from him. Sure Voldemort murdered his parents and the Dursley's had abused him mentally and physically but revenge was a dish best served with all due time and plenty of careful scheming.

Though, Harry had to remember not to go in for one of those over the top plans that Voldemort and Dumbledore liked, as so much could go seriously wrong. Harry would make sure his schemes could change and shift in a moment's notice. The sort of plan that could be winged if need be.

However, he would rather sit down in front of a TV and smile as he watched an amusing comedy or better yet some action or sci-fi (or just a music video). Contrary to popular belief the Dursley's had never locked him up before last summer, and when they went out as long as his chores were complete he was free to watch the idiot box, (one of the best ever inventions, why the Magical World didn't think so he could never tell – what's wrong with these people?).

Shaking away the thought of how crazy the magical people could be with some of the crap they come up with Harry let his mind drift back to the day last year he faced Voldemort. The guy had offered to let him join his army of filthy murderers. He must be thick if he would think for a moment that Harry would join him. He also smelt bad, which in Harry's opinion was reason enough to tell the jerk to go F-himself sideways.

Harry had it bad enough with Dumbledore watching his every freaking move. Now Voldemort… didn't scare Harry the slightest. Dumbledore? Harry was terrified of him. The Old Man was creepy with those twinkling eyes and that smile as if he was in your head watching a memory of when you first realised your pee-pee wasn't just for pee-pee(ing).

Well okay he's almost certain Dumbledore's been free-roaming through his head at his leisure like a free-roam video game (Harry had played his cousins PlayStation – another invention the Magical World should have to go with the TV – well – computers in general would be useful).

Harry most likely wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't for the nightmares he had been having because of a jinx an older Slytherin put on him, (though he had no proof and at the time didn't know he was jinxed). Well he knew that asking for potions for dreamless sleep could be dangerous as it was not a long term solution and could become addictive, and without REM-sleep he could become seriously ill and mentally unbalanced.

Therefore, it was when Harry was visiting the library to complete some boring potion assignment (torture) that he thought to ask Ms. Pince the school librarian, as she was bound to know of pretty much everything that's not in the restricted section, and if not may have a way of looking it up for him. So he approached the woman and told her of his problem and asked whether there might be a book that could help him.

He found out to his amusement that day that he was the only student in a long while that had actually asked for her assistance in finding the material he needed. He was surprised. He would have expected Hermione to have rambled on annoyingly about books to the poor woman. He guessed students didn't ask because they didn't want the teachers to hear about what they could be looking at.

However, after a few moments she led him down a few isles of books and pulled one off for him. It was a book on the magical defence of the mind (occlumency), and she told him that some of the exercises in it could perhaps help him out, so he booked it out.

Harry hadn't actually just went with the few exercises she suggested, but went the whole nine yards as he read about Legilimency; the act of reading another's memories. He thought he was getting quite talented at redirecting attacks as his mind was attacked several times a day. Though, not by Dumbledore, no, Dumbledore was quite tricky and discrete.

Snape however, was violent and forceful as he was always forcing himself into Harry's head. Harry was just glad that neither Snape nor Dumbledore had discovered Harry was learning occlumency or they would most certainly stop him, or have their free view to laugh at his pathetic life cut off. He supposed Snape was good at one thing; teaching occlumency without realising.

Severus Snape: the Potions 'Professor' was the vilest piece of crap on this Earth. Harry didn't particularly hate him but this was the most hateful person on the planet, and with all of the crap he pulled, Harry found it hard to just be indifferent – apathy wasn't always easy.

Harry had gotten many detentions from Snape just for breathing or other stupid reason, (and lost even more house points). If Harry were stronger he would most certainly contest every point, every detention and every lesson even if it would make no difference to Dumbledore or Snape he could still refuse to attend any and all detentions given by the greasy git.

Harry tried to rid himself of those thoughts as he had a mission in hand. He had to rescue one of his fan-girls: Ginevra 'Ginny' Weasley. He had just watched the idiot Lockhart drop down the tunnel leading into the Chamber of Secrets wondering why Ron, (his best bud) had knocked down his super awesome excellent idea of getting a few competent teachers to come with them, or go alone.

Heck, was Ron so dense that he would think Lockhart was useful? Lockhart had already admitted to being a fraudulent piece of scum, so what more proof could Ron need?

Harry shook his head in exasperation as he watched Ron nervously drop down through the tunnel with broken wand in hand, wondering whether he should have perhaps gone first or tried asking for stairs in the serpents tongue. Harry supposed it was too late now as he listened to Ron shooting down the pipe squealing like a two year old girl with a fear of everything.

For most of the year Harry had had to hear Ron telling him how much of a crazed fan-girl Ginny was and now he was being dragged along on another zany adventure he didn't want to be on. It wasn't that he didn't want to save Ginny, but more like he would rather have backup… like McGonagall, or Flitwick, (the tiny guy was a duelling champ after all).

All year Ron had been keeping Harry from making friends with Ginny, and now the boy wanted Harry to rescue a supposed rabid fan-girl? (A really cute one?). To be honest though Harry had some more fanatical fan-girls that neither Ron nor Hermione (his second best friend) tried to keep him away from, or them from him, (he was not even sure whether they had noticed the crazies).

What was the difference? Ginny wasn't mental like them; that's what.

During the year Harry had gotten numerous gifts from fan-girls (Ginny included, but that was just a Christmas gift and he got her something too). Heck, there was this sixth year girl that had given him a pair of her used – 'USED' knickers as a gift and a freaking picture of her wearing them, topless. The picture and panties were hidden away within a magical lock box in his trunk, (after all he was a twelve, nearly thirteen year old boy and she looked smoking hot).

He had even been flashed a few times by some cute girls when he was alone and not on guard for a fan-girl attack. They didn't normally confront him when Ron or Hermione were around, (clever of them). Probably because his two friends would no doubt grass on them. Anyway being alone was something rare as either Hermione or Ron was following him around like a lost puppy dog, which was starting to become troublesome.

Harry was not quite sure what the deal was with some of these fan-girls but he was certain Ginny had never flashed him like a few of her classmates had. Heck, Harry was certain that right now Ginny could barely manage eating while sitting at the same table as him, so flashing him would be far from her mind.

Well Harry wasn't going to mind his fan-girls' too much. He was quite good at checking his food over and managed to thwart that one attempt by those fifth year girls to kidnap him. Though his hormonal near teen self kind of regretted not letting them.

However, his victory over them lead little to be desired in their Defence Classes. Harry blamed Dumbledore for all of the crap teachers he hired over the years, (better luck next year; they could only hope), though Harry half suspected Dumbledore did it for some messed up scheme he was cooking up in his crazy senile head.

Sighing with a roll of his eyes, Harry looked to his left where Moaning Myrtle was floating transparent white realising she was actually quite the looker. He let a small smirk line his lips before giving her a wink and jumping into the pipe. He could hear her embarrassed giggle as he slid down deeper and deeper into the castle.

It had been a few moments when he felt something shift in the huge pipe, but nothing seemed to have happened so he let his mind wonder.

Harry was not bothered at the speed he slid down the pipe, and started as he realised he could have asked Myrtle to fetch help. It was one of those things he realised people didn't think of. The ghosts weren't stupid and were capable of delivering verbal messages.

Harry sighed as he wondered why his trip was taking so long when suddenly he exited, and this time he did yell out in fright as he went flying through the dark air for a couple of seconds before he started falling into the dark depths of some kind of cold and empty cavern praying this wasn't his end.

He sailed through the air screaming and screaming. The air rushed up at him, his school robes billowing behind him and his even raven black hair that he neatly arrayed in tidy disarray with a few cool spells he discovered his first year was now flapping about.

Harry was falling and screaming for so long that he had ran out of breath and even the weird falling tingle in his chest and stomach had disappeared, as he took a large breath to scream some more.

He had only taken one more breaths worth of screaming before he stopped with a frown and folding his arms across his chest in annoyance as he looked down into the darkness in thought. How far could this stupid pit honestly go down? Harry would have to die at some point right? The Earth's core was molten rock after all – or something like that – or would the air pressure get him – or he could suffocate.

After another ten minutes or so Harry had twisted himself and was now falling backwards with his hands behind his head, and his legs crossed relaxing as the wind held his position quite comfortably.

Harry was pretty comfortable, but he was starting to worry about Ginny as he didn't want to meet her in heaven or hell wherever they might go it seemed too soon as no one could count on Ron to hurry to the rescue, and Lockhart? Harry laughed at the thought.

Frowning once more in thought Harry decided to pull out his wand and turn around, looking back into the darkness he pointed his wand down wondering why he hadn't thought of this before now.

"Lumos!" Harry cried out and the tip of his wand lit up. However he frowned in annoyance. "Not bright enough," he muttered to himself (it was still too dark to see much), as he took a deep breath waving his wand in a swift pattern.

"Excandui lampadis!" Harry yelled out triumphantly and a yellow explosion of blazing light erupted from his wand causing him to squint his eyes, as the light lit the immediate vicinity. It was lucky he was too impatient for the teachers to teach him anything useful that he taught himself a few things. (It wasn't like reading was hard, and practical application of magic was quite simple to him to Hermione's jealous displeasure).

Harry finally got to see down with some actual light and frowned while squinting before he yelled out in outrage. "What the…!?" he cried out. "I'm like twenty meters away from the ground… well underground lake!" he muttered angrily as he could just about make out the outline of some kind of seal glowing under the light from his wand, underwater.

"How the heck am I going to get off this blasted seal?" he asked him self in wonder. "I only know a few big spells. Well at least OWL level and the only one I can think of to do anything as all the others are stupid, is dangerous, and I only learnt it because it sounded cool."

Harry sighed in annoyance as he began chewing on his lower lip in thought. "I have no freaking choice do I?" he muttered to himself as he concentrated, turning his face from his wand he pointed it to one side and began moving it fluidly between my fingers for less than a moment before stopping. He braced him self.

"Explosiva Spiritus!" he yelled out trying to make it powerful enough to do what he needed without tearing his arm off, and him crashing into a far wall, falling into the lake all bloodied up and then drowning to death.

The wind in front of his wand imploded before an immense explosion of air tore across Harry's body. He screamed out in pain making sure to keep hold of his wand as his grip tightened, as he was blasted through the air his torch spell fizzled out in the other spells power leaving the explosion of air the only light available as Harry flew sideways and down; he crashed into the water with a painful splash.

Harry just about managed to surface, gasping for breath as his cut up school robes were weighing him down, and he could feel the freezing water seeping through cuts on his body. Harry pulled off his robe and shoes as they were pulling him down the most because of their weight, and this was the first time he had ever swam. Harry supposed their was a first time for everything, and it never looked that haed.

Harry was surprised he had managed to keep his glasses on as he started swimming very slowly, clenching his wand tight and hoping that there weren't any water monsters that might want to eat him.

He didn't know which direction to swim in but chose one and doggie paddled as it was easily the best way as it was too cold to try anything that he may not be capable of, and waste energy trying. Harry's teeth were chattering and his mind felt numb; too numb right then to attempt any magic to light his way.

However, luck was on his side this time as his bare feet (he lost his socks) touched the gravely floor of the lake and he barely managed to drag his sorry arse out of the water and to the dry shore. Harry collapsed for a moment feeling exhausted, but forced his frozen eyes open, and himself to sit up or he might not ever wake up. He could just about brush away a little frost forming on his eyebrows.

Harry shivered violently as he managed to pull himself up, and without a care or much thought hurriedly and painfully pulled his shirt off, then his trousers and even his soaking boxer shorts and dumping them on the ground. At least he didn't have anything to be ashamed of (even at only twelve, nearly thirteen) if someone rescued him, which sounded unlikely since he was supposed to be the hero and that was the way Dumbledore kept it.

"Maybe I should consider a career change, and become a supervillain?" Harry laughed hoarsely. "From all of their laughing it does seem they have more fun!"

Harry sighed shakily as he was quick to use several warming and drying charms on his bruised, cut, and bleeding body. He could feel the charms just managing to do their job but his clothes were a lost cause as he didn't know a charm to siphon water out of material, and his drying charm wasn't designed for that so he would have to leave them and remember if he survived this crap to learn some fire spells, along with banishing and summoning.

But most important. Leave the nakedness part out of any retelling.

Looking around the shoreline Harry flicked his wand gentle with a muttered 'lumos!' so he could get a good look around and spotted a 'corridor' in the rock side near shore heading off, and a quick look around the small shore told him it was his only way without climbing, or flying, and since the rock was both slippery and sharp, and he couldn't fly without a broom, (though he would have to remember to look into that), he would have to find another way.

In his birthday suit Harry made haste as he still had to rescue Ginny, and he had barely rescued himself yet. At least she would get the most wonderful treat of her life. Her very own heroing adventurer in the buff. He was pretty sure if he ever got that far that he would he too tired to care; she could look all she wanted as long as she was safe and they could get the heck out of this crap hole in the ground.

Harry walked through what he thought was a natural corridor at first, but when it turned into a wooden floor and marble stone walls and became a proper hallway he realised he was mistaken, and barely managed to click the fingers on his free hand, calling the lamps on the walls to spring to life.

"Wow, I hadn't actually expected them to still work," he spoke his mind tiredly, as he took a good look and turned his wand light off. There were cobwebs everywhere. It was lucky Ron wasn't with him with how much he hated spiders.

The torches kept lighting themselves as Harry reached an expanse of hall where the lamps hadn't lit and kept on walking until he reached a massive empty hall, the torches lighting up around the chamber as he stepped in. He was startled and spun round as a wall slid up noisily from the ground blocking off his retreat.

Harry looked around the chamber expecting to see Ginny and her evil captor, but he was the only one in the chamber. Though, at the very far end to him was one small pedestal that looked like it might have been made out of mouldy bone draped in what looked like very soft red silk or satin: on top of it was a simple wooden chalice with something black/deep purple swimming in it.

Harry couldn't help himself as his feet padded softly across the halls dirty wooden floor until he came to a stop in front of the cup. Inside was liquid lightning that burnt with a passion in its intensity and beauty. He could feel the nightmare's lying within this dark concoction but watching it he could not bring himself to believe it was evil or held any intent.

Moving closer, Harry just stared into the bubbling liquid when it rippled within its confines and attacked. Harry had no time at all as he screamed out in agony as the liquid shattered and destroyed his glasses, and burned through his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears travelling into his very being. It only lasted a second before he lost the fight to stay up and crumbled to the floor in a heap.

He would never feel pain like this again.

The Darkness

I'm nearly nineteen years old. This is really childish of me. I feel foolish and pathetic, but I must hear it.

I must hear her voice.

See her pictured in my mind.

Perfection.

Sanity.

Insanity.

What I want.

What I need.

My own Alice.

Take me to Wonderland.

Make my heart beat.

Eat me.

Feed from me.

Make me yours eternal.

I...

I...

I...

I'm too scared to think the other two words and complete that sentence.

I wish I was stronger.

I've really got to stop doing this. It was probably going too far now, all of these foolish, reckless things I've been doing just to hear his voice. It was odd, but it was not even Edward's voice I heard crying out for me to stop any more, but hers: Alice's. Why oh why does her voice have to just turn out to be even more appealing than 'his'? So soft and playful… not tense and worried like his always was.

"Damn! Isabella Swan, pull your self together. You are not…" I trailed off as I reprimanded myself in annoyance. I couldn't even bring myself to say the freaking word… how lame am I?

It's not like I'm homophobic or anything, but I had never before imagined myself liking other girls, yet ever since his voice was replaced by hers, I find myself checking other girls out, and too pleased to have gym, (and getting more aroused than being around any cute boys ever made me). I've reached a low place when I'm happy to have gym class just for a chance to see the other girls in their undies.

I shook my head violently as I took some calming breaths, my hair whipping powerfully in the wind, the clouds slightly darker this afternoon than they were this morning. I'm standing on top of a cliff facing the powerful ocean below, and no before you think it; I'm not here to kill myself.

Nope… you see my friend Jacob (Jake) said he would take me cliff diving today, but he bailed on me so I figured I could go myself, I can swim so I'll be fine… right?

I had considered taking my clothes off as I was wearing a swimsuit under them, but I shivered at the thought and wondered whether I actually had the guts to do this or not as I was very near the stage of chickening out.

I heard her sweet voice egging on coward-Bella while brave-Bella was glaring at the imagined image of my best friend floating before me. That's right. I still considered her my best friend even though she left. I figured Edward made sure she promised she wouldn't even say goodbye. If I ever get the chance to slap him and make it hurt I wouldn't hesitate.

Edward not only broke my fragile heart but chewed down on it, and spat it back out without even leaving my little pixy bandage to help fit me back together in some semblance of working order.

To top things off with my crap-ass life my second to best friend Jake had been making advances at me and the mere thought was sickening.

His pack of friends all expected me to just drop what I've discovered about myself and date him, (I'm not even sure what I want any more). I had gotten into a huge fight about the whole thing with this girl Leah from the res about it. She kept saying stuff about Edward being a complete waste of time and stuff and getting in my face. I snapped and told her why I couldn't be with Jake and why if Edward did come back I would reject him too.

That was weeks ago, and I was surprised she hadn't told anyone. In fact, she was being a lot nicer to me the last time I saw her. Maybe she understood a little how hard it can be sometimes because it is, (after all she has some serious problems herself). I think she might expect me to tell Jake sometime soon, but how do you? I suppose things like this are never easy.

In addition, him being a shape shifting wolf thing. (I refuse to call them werewolves because I'm almost one hundred percent sure they're not). They, have this thing called imprinting where they just connect with someone and that's their mate. Jake hadn't imprinted on me so if I did like him as more than a friend what if we had fallen in love and I don't know gotten married, and then, bam he imprints and screws me over just like Edward did, and just like Sam did to his girlfriend Leah (for her cousin no less), leaving a bitter taste in the poor girls mouth.

I shook my head clear one last time and wiped my eyes on the sleeve of my jacket as I felt tears begin to stir, before looking back into the ocean with a small smile slowly tugging at my lips as a girl I'll never get to kiss screamed my name as I leant forward and leap before I lost my nerve.

It's exhilarating to feel the wind blast by and sooth the skin as the water shot towards me faster and faster. The waves looked larger and larger. I hadn't realised the water was so choppy, or cold as my feet broke the surface and I was sucked under the waves holding my breath I struggled to break the surface and take a deep breath.

Something startled me as I struggled and tried to swim to shore, Alice's voice egging me on. It was a glint of red… red hair? Oh crap I'm so dead either way I don't think I'll live for too much longer. However, a moment later the red disappeared and I started sinking out of breath. I just drifted down, my eyes slowly closing when I suddenly got my second wind, (under the cold black unforgiving waters?).

I felt something warm and soft touching my lips. My eyes fluttered open and widened buggy to see two large green eyes staring into mine. I pulled back slightly in shock as two webbed hands grab my face and force my lips back to hers as she breaths for me once again.

The creature smiled at me as she pulled back slightly, a long glittery fish tail curves down where her legs should be. Scales, going up from her tail leaving smooth skin as they split covering her chest, with two large pink nipples. The sides of her head held a bumpy fin each (where her ears would be), and her hair was bright blue accentuating her beautiful features. Her skin looked to have a light grey colour to it and as she smiled I couldn't help but be dazzled by her perfect fanged smile.

Oh my god… gods, my first kiss with another girl is a freaking mermaid… err merperson? Feck it who cares, I've just been rescued by a mermaid… a real live freaking mermaid. Oh crap her lips are on mine again. 'Oh please Bella don't try to stick your tongue'. To late… my tongue slid passed her lips and found hers as I breathed the air she gave me. I was shocked she hadn't pulled back but rather slid her hands down my sides and wrapped her arms around my waist holding me tighter to her body, and kissing me in return.

I wrapped my arms carefully around her neck as we continued to make out. Oh god am I pathetic or what? Vampires, shape shifting dog… err wolf things, and now a mermaid, what next a werewolf? A dragon or dinosaur? Or perhaps a whole kingdom of fairies? This was just ridiculous. What am I a magnet for the supernatural? What next? Making first contact with aliens? Little green men?

There was an inky burning inside my head as the mermaid slipped from my arms and watched with fascinated concern as I felt like something was invading my being, but I didn't know what. It seemed through the water, through my eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, into my mind and further; through my very soul.

I groaned as my eyes slowly flickered open and I sat up quickly breathing heavily I was soaking wet and sitting on a small docking pier for row boats or something in a small alcove near the ocean and confused. Did I pass out? I groaned tiredly. I guess I imagined the whole damn thing. Yeah, like mermaids really exist. It's complicated enough with all the things that do exist that shouldn't.

Then I almost jumped off the pier and fell in as she was there, tail fully in the water, but her hands folded under her chin as she rest her elbows on the pier smiling at me in relief.

"Thank you…" I said shakily. I wasn't sure what else I could say to my saviour and my first girl on girl kiss. Heck, I suppose it was technically my first real kiss. (Heck, Edward had never kissed me like that). "Huh? Why should I continue to just stare at you, that would be rude," I suddenly replied startled as she hadn't spoken. Her lips never moving and her beauty was radiated by a beautiful glow. The moon?

I turned to look and wish I hadn't. I quickly turned from a ruined world of red with a sickeningly beautiful moon so close I felt as if I could reach up and touch it, to the mermaid to see her staring at me in pity.

"W-what happened?" I asked her in panic. The world couldn't have ended so quickly could it. "Why… what happened to the world, my mum, dad…" I trailed off as she told me. I should say now that just knowing her words without her speaking telepathically or vocally was beyond odd, but she seems able to understand my words or maybe she just knew in reverse or something, and the talking was for my benefit.

"F-Fade?" I asked in horror as she tried to explain what she knew of the World of Fade. The darkness. She could see it and knew normal humans couldn't (I guess I'm not normal), but it didn't exist under water so she didn't have to let it concern her. She could tell the moment that her lips touched mine (I blushed madly here) that I would be able to see it now. Then I could no longer be considered fully human any more.

I couldn't help but sigh tiredly as I swung my legs over the dock to sit next to my new friend, and she moved to hug me between my jeans covered legs, (on retrospect not smart trying to swim wearing denim).

My mermaid friend soon told me she had to leave and go home or her parents would worry, plus something about her sisters being really angry for having to continue keeping the Drainer busy and told me if I wanted to hang that all I needed to do was go to one of the local beaches or docks and call out.

She jumped up from the water into my arms and I was immensely surprised I could hold her as we had a farewell kiss before she dropped back in waved and dived away. I realised here and now, she'll be a great friend.

I was about to stand when I finally realised what she meant by Drainer… vampire. I had really been so close to Victoria and merpeople saved me. I guess even though vampires don't need to breath even they can't fight a mermaid in their domain no matter how strong the vampires thought they were.

I finally pulled my self to my feet and grimaced at the world I saw overlapping the Earth. It made me sick to know that hell was so close to Earth. That people were that evil. I sighed for a moment as I was not sure what to do when I spotted my hands; they were glowing with a marred of colours glaring off the surface like a rainbow in oil. I didn't what to think about it much but my friend Reign had told me that I shined like the saint. I guess she was being literal.

My clothes were hanging off me and still soaking when I began walking, hoping to get home before someone sent out a search and rescue party (if they already haven't), but damn I whined as I looked up to the cliff I dived from, and realised how far my blasted truck was, and grumbled when I felt a pull.

Suddenly - to my shock I was about fifty feet closer. It felt like I moved but yet I was pulled at the same time… well Reign did say I had special gifts, but how was I supposed to use them? I wanted to do that err, flitter thing again… I paused in my monologue as some hideous rotten looking creature slivered across my path grunting and smelling worse than if someone left a fish out in the heat.

I took one step back before I somehow flittered around the creature. I gave it one last glance of disgust as it starred at me with gross puss black eyeballs on stems.

I was gone the next second with the realisation that vampires were not the fastest creatures around… I was a lot faster. I let a grin spread to my lips as I finally flittered, jumping up the cliff, (look at me Edward, freaking graceful, but I bet that's to do with all of my senses seeming sharper and the fact my new found super hearing was pretty cool). I jumped from the top edge doing a little flitter flip before landing on the edge and looking back over to the sea… my new friend's home, a grin splitting my face in two.

I was still a distance from my truck as I didn't jump this near to the breach and parked my truck further down. I was about to flitter the rest of the way when I heard a horrified scream… the scream of a girl. Though the voice sounded quite small I didn't care to think much on it. If I had the power to save someone then I would.

I was gone… just a shadowy blur, and stopped in a clearing shocked. This was not freaking happening to me. In the clearing almost with her back to a huge tree… well mega huge to her was… a fairy with dark tan skin and dark grey/black hair with really dark blue eyes almost black with tears pouring out of them in her horror. Her wings reminded me of dragon's wings, with dark blue and grey/silver pasterns, though one seemed to be busted.

However, what I found disturbing was the poor things little leaf dress was torn off to her side as she tried to cover her modesty with terror in her sweet little eyes. If this wasn't such a horrid situation I would have probably checked her out, pixy or not she was cute.

Unfortunately my eyes moved from the quivering girl if I were to guess I would say she was only fifteen years old (and only about nine, and a bit inches tall).

My eyes narrowed in anger as I turned to the foot tall blue skinned thing. It was naked with a hunch back and a face with huge puss green, grey, and black warts and mismatched teeth as well as one eye higher than the other, and filthy brown fur on the back of his hands, and the smallest stiff penis I could ever imagine. It was just… if I didn't have my new better than thou eye sight I might have not noticed it straight away.

I hadn't realised it at the time but my fingers had elongated slightly and my fingernails grew out very sharp, practically claws and I now had fangs and cross-slanted pupils full of animalistic fury, and my hair thickened, wilder, like fur.

The little blue thing's pecker lost its erection as I growled in rage. The moment I stepped a little closer it lost bladder control, and one second later I flittered and my claws had sliced the thing in two, blood splattering the ground as both pieces of this attempted rapist hit the ground.

I sighed and relaxed as I took a deep calming breath and turned to the fairy admiring my dangerous claws in awe as they retracted, (I may have to find Edward just to cut him up a little and ask him who he was calling a weak little human incapable of taking care of herself).

I looked at the fairy girl to see her looking even more frightened than before. She was no longer attempting to hide her modesty as she was pushing her little bare back up against the tree begging me not to eat her.

"Uh… why would I eat you?" I asked as I gently smiled and dropped to my knees to better speak with her. "I came because I heard your cry of help silly. If you want my trucks not too far from here. I'm sure I can get you something to wear until we get to my house. I think I have some Barbie clothes in my room somewhere that will no doubt fit you," I offered her a smile.

The little fairy nervously wiped her eyes on her arm and looked up at me uncertainly. "Y, you're really n-not going to hurt me?" she asked hopefully with some sniffles.

"Of course not… you just saw what I did. I wouldn't have to be nice to you at all now would I. Plus you're injured sweetie we'll have to see about how best to help your wing heal."

"I'm nearly fifteen ya know!" she suddenly grumbled under her breath about my tone. I just smiled and before she could protest I scooped her up into my hands, her flesh softer than any humans that's for sure. "Hey you're touching me," she complained in embarrassment.

I just rolled my eyes. "Your wings damaged and you're about nine inches tall. It will take ages for you to walk to my truck."

She pouted for a moment before nodding. "Sorry… and thanks for rescuing me and helping."

"That's okay," I replied and she squeaked in shock as I flittered and a few moments later we were next to my rusty old truck.

"Whoa…" the fairy said dizzily before smiling widely. "That was fun," she commented.

I couldn't help but laugh, (partially at the freakishness of my day). "Yeah," I agreed as I opened the passenger side of my truck and placed her on the seat where I spotted her blushing. "By the way, I'm Bella," I told her my name so we hopefully didn't have an uncomfortable silence.

"It's a pleasure," the fairy replied from her embarrassed sitting position. "I'm Eva… umm… I'm kind of cold do you have something I can use as a blanket?"

I just smiled as I opened the glove compartment and pulled out a clean cotton hanky. "Here," I said as I carefully wrap it around her and she snuggles up in it with an appreciative smile.

I grab my bad from under the seat and lay a spare set of clothes out for myself. I was tempted to ask Eva to turn around but figured between us she has lost all modesty and I might upset her if I asked her to look away. Plus we're both girls so everything's fine.

Anyway, I cheated as I flittered out of my clothes but stopped short of dressing in my new set as I look at my now lightly toned body in shock. I completely ignored my second new friend of the day as she giggled before starting and flittering into my clothes. I wondered whether Alice could get dressed as fast as me.

I smiled at Eva as she returned my smile, cheeks tinted as I packed my bag with my wet clothes and dumped it under the seat before closing the door, flittering to the drivers side, hoping in, starting the truck up and pulling out of my spot.

"This thing doesn't go very fast does it?" Eva complained. "Why bother when you can move as fast as you can?"

I caught myself sighing, but now I seem to have lost my clumsiness and gained so much speed I couldn't help but feel frustrated with my trucks lack of power too. Its no wonder the Cullen's were always dissing my truck.

Authors Note: Phew! I did it. I neatened this story out as best I can by my lonesome. I hope you like it. So please, Fave, Follow, & Review!