A/n: Thankies for all of the kick ass reviews

A/n: Thankies for all of the kick ass reviews!!

A pair of gold eyes stared into Duo's apartment accompanied with two chocolate brown eyes.

"Well it's nice to know that all's well with my friends," the gold-eyed man said dryly.

"Look at them Trowa, you didn't expect them to understand, but they suffer the same as you do, only yours isn't eternal unless…"

"Shut up Aliysa, you're the reason I have this cross to bear," Trowa hissed, holding up a hand covered in black fur, tips tapered with long claws.

Flashback…

"Trowa, I'll feed the bears and you can feed the wolfs," Catherine shouted from the other room.

Trowa walked quietly and slowly to the wolf cage to make sure he wouldn't upset them.

He opened the cage with care and slowly set the meat down on the ground.

A small beige wolf named Choco began to whimper.

"What's wrong little fella?" Trowa asked, scratching the cub's ear.

Choco's grown mother, Chisa, growled, baring her teeth. Trowa took a quick look behind him and was met by two brown eyes. He felt a sharp pain in his arm then, everything went black.

Trowa opened his eyes lazily. Catherine was at the other end of the room reading a book titled Blood And Chocolate.

'Someone ought to monitor her reading habits' Trowa thought with amusement, thinking about the last time she got a little too caught up in a book.

"You're up," Catherine said, leaning over the cot he was in.

"Yeah, what happened?" he asked, trying to sit up. Catherine pushed him back down.

"No, you need your rest," she ordered and walked to the door.

"Get some sleep," she whispered and walked out of the door, shutting it behind her.

Trowa started to move his arms when he felt a weird feeling on his right for arm.

A bandage was wrapped around his arm. Trowa peeled the bandage away and three bloody cuts marred his creamy skin.

The memories came flooding back like a river.

"Was that a… but those aren't real!" he said aloud.

Just then a strange sensation came over him. His left foot caught a stray shoe and the rest of him quickly tumbling over. "Trowa, what happened?" called a concerned voice from the room next door.

"I tripped. That's all. I'm fine," Trowa, responded as the door flew open and the hall light poured in.

"Just making sure. I don't want to lose you again… Have you shaved recently? You need to shave! You haven't looked this crazy since you hit puberty!" Catherine said, smirking a left the room, shutting the door behind her.

Trowa put his hand up to his chin and felt around.

A long goatee adorned his lower chin.

'But I just shaved yesterday' he thought as he made his way to the mirror. Black hairs were scattered around his handsome face. In the back round, the full moon hung high in the dark sky.

A strange sensation came over Trowa as he turned around and stared at the moon intently.

The ebony hairs began to show up all over his body. He felt those hairs multiply and lengthen.

Muscles started to expand. He held up a hand to see it covered in fur with growing claws.

Molars Trowa didn't know he had sprouted in his mouth and curved to a point. His top teeth lengthened and pointed at the tips.

A tail sprouted out of his spine as his legs reversed the way they bent.

Lastly, His ears grew out of his head and pointed.

Trowa Barton had become a wolf.

He turned back to the mirror. The color of his eyes were different. They had turned an iridescent yellow.

"What am I?" Trowa whispered in the same smooth voice he always possessed.

"You are a werewolf, a loup garuo," answered a voice coming from the window.

Trowa turned around to be met with a pair of brown eyes.

"You did this to me!" hissed Trowa, careful not to awake Catherine.

"Yes, I did," whispered the silver figure. Due to the curves that even mishap creature like her had, she was female.

"Who are you?" Trowa asked, examining himself once more.

"I am Aliysa. That is all you need to know about me. I have chosen you to be my knight, to save me and my pack from a curse that is killing us all," she said, stepping from the windowsill.

"Why me?"

"You are strong and caring. You have battle experience and highly advanced fighting techniques though you may choose to combat in you're wolf forms."

"Wolf forms?"

"Wolf forms. You can change into your half form, which is part wolf part human. Or you may choose to go into your full wolf form. But, you must change one way or the other on the nights of full moons," explained Aliysa.

"The only one that may be a potential threat to us is the were-tiger. His tiger blood has been passed on for centuries before the first vampire laid his vengeful foot upon this Earth. You cannot tell by his looks, but he is strong and one of the loose cannons of your social circle. As far as we know, your friends Heero, Duo, Wufei, and Relena are all powerful vampires. Sally is a slayer who specializes in vampires but she may have been taught about other nightwalkers, including us. Dorothy is a full blood sorceress but doesn't know it. Hilde is a psychic whose powers don't mature past dreams until released by another power," Aliysa summed, hopping onto the roof before Duo noticed the two pairs of glowing eyes.

"Thanks for all of that 'useful' information. Now why do you think my friends will help me? You always have an ulterior motive so what is it?" growled Trowa, following her up to the roof.

"They have interactions with a vampire called Zan Dincey. He only tells his chosen fledglings his true last name, Slayton."

"What do you want with this vampire?" asked Trowa.

"He bit my husband, the pack leader. As queen bitch I need to kill this vampire and make an antidote out of his blood. The only way to cure a bitten is to find the vampire who bit them and make a cure with their blood," whispered Aliysa.

"I understand"

"Good, now you know why I temporarily changed you."

"Yeah, whatever," Trowa muttered, staring up into the intoxicating night sky.

***

"WHAT?! Two of them!" Heero shouted, silencing the room with his uproar.

"Yes, two," Dorothy confirmed.

Cyel rolled his eyes for about the millionth time since Heero transported himself to Duo's apartment.

"You realize that just because a person is born with a certain life-long duty doesn't mean you can hate them for that," Hilde said, speaking up from the sofa bed Duo and her were sitting on.

"Since when does someone defend a slayer?" Heero asked, pointing at Cyel who was comfortably lying on the kitchen counter, polishing his scythe with a dishrag.

"I'm not a slayer, I'm a demon hunter," He responded calmly.

"Whatever, all I'm saying is what calls for two… paranormal regulators to be in L7?" asked Heero.

"Well I was passing by L7 on a shuttle and I felt the darkness so I decided to stay for awhile to check it out. Sally must have felt the same thing. I seemed to have found the main source of evil though. That asshole Zan," he muttered.

"Zan? You've heard of Zan?"

"Yeah, we go way back," Cyel, answered, rolling his eyes yet again.

"Zan is the vampire that-"

"Bit you. Yes, I know. I could tell it by the silver eyes. He is the first vampire known to posses that trait. Few of his fledglings inherit the trait though," Cyel said as he attached his scythe to the holster on his back.

"I was wandering why my eyes are black-tinted," Duo thought aloud.

"What we need to know is why Zan is here," Heero said.

"Don't worry about that. The thing about Zan is that he can't keep quiet. It's a waiting game. We'll know soon enough. Just go back to normal routines and he'll make his motive known. Trust me, I've been through this many times," Cyel assured, pushing painful memories out of his thoughts.

***

Heero and Relena walked through the crowded halls of the high school.

"Just pretend like you were the same Relena you were on Friday," Heero whispered to her as they passed Duo who was pinning Hilde to a locker with his body. He gave Heero a thumbs up sign, which made Heero turn rather red.

"Is he going to turn Hilde?" Relena asked, concerned.

"With Duo Maxwell, you never know what he's going to do," Heero sighed.

***

"Dammit! I don't want to go to school. I'm a demon hunter! I have no use for this crap!" Whined Cyel as he drove his silver Harley Davidson into the parking lot.

"Yes you do. What are you going to do when you become to old to hunt vampires?" asked Dorothy.

"I'm immortal. I won't age past nineteen," Cyel shot back.

"Well, look at this as an opportunity to spend time with me," Dorothy responded, moving her hands lower as she clutched to him.

"Damn, you're going to cause me to have a wreck if you keep that up," Cyel moaned.

"So, will you go?"

"Fine!"

"That's better," she giggled as they got off of the cycle.

"So when will we see this Wufei dude?" he asked.

"Since you'll be shadowing me, we'll see him in PE"

"Good, I hope it's the self defense unit so I can kick his ass," Cyel sneered.

"Shhhhhh! He's right over there! You want him to hear you?" Dorothy hissed, discreetly pointing to the stairwell outside of the main office.

"Oh well we have to walk right past him anyways."

Cyel pushed through the thick wood door that led to the office and stepped in.

***

Sally fixed her hair for the third time. She would have almost identical classes to Wufei's. Lady Une and her had it rigged so that she would be transferred into most of his classes just not all of them. It wasn't supposed to look set up.

Vampire or not, she couldn't deny that it was more than cool for him to finally be old enough for her. Slayers of her kind didn't age past nineteen. The Po and Likolo clan were the only clans that possessed this ability.

Even if his unnatural existence disgusted her she couldn't deny how good he looked.

Sally took one last glance at the mirror and walked out to find room 300, art.

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