Blood

It drips

Drop. . .

Drop . . . . . .

Drop . . . . . . . . .

Red

Crimson fury

Black of the damned

Life giver

Life taker

Light

Dark

Eternal

Death

Immortal

Damned

Twin edges of a sword

The end and the beginning

All that will be left

I feel the crimson life giving liquid run down my throat, I taste the sweet mortal flesh that I consume as they lay there in death's firm grasp. Why can I not fight for them? The innocent? Why is it I cannot give to them what they have given to me, Life? Instead I must watch these poor wretched souls die by my hand.

Why do I not end this worthless existence of mine?

Of course that is the cowards way out. I was always a coward; I could not fight when expected, nor could I save those that I loved. Yet now I must go on to fulfill their final wish and my curse.

To live. . .

When my age changed from that of a girl to that of a woman I lived in the darkness for 3,000 years more. Everything began happening after the day I lost them, after the day I lost them forever, always to live in the body of youth.

I lived those years alone. . . Waiting. . . Watching. . . Wandering until a creature, neither man, nor wolf bit me. I felt the wild beast rise to the surface the first time and I felt as though I could burst with joy. The blood lust consumed me and I felt a hunger deep inside of me. A hunger I did not fully understand at the time. I could feel my bones crack and my muscles slowly change shape, it was sweet torture. I felt the wildness of instinct pulse through my veins, over ridding any rational thought. I gave in to the blood lust for one night and I killed.

I killed my maker; I killed those that I chose on a whim out of spite and out of hunger, my hunger for flesh, for blood. When I woke the next morning I could feel the dead spirits of those I killed hanging over me like a storm cloud. I felt them float around me in a frenzy, unable to go on to the afterlife and unable to leave until I released them from they're torment, from my private hell. It was then that i truly entered hell, a hell of my own making. I was beginning to realize that all I wished to do was kill again... and again... and again.

A night 10 years later, I went on a prowl I felt a presence behind me and before I knew it I was slammed into a wall. I was never was given time to react, never got to use any of the power and magic that ran through my blood. I was trapped.

I felt the blood draining from my body before the life giving fluid run smoothly down my throat once more. It was the same as before, yet it was different from anything I had ever felt before. There was something that drew me to this exchange of fear.

I drank greedily from his gift, the wolf in me demanding the blood that it had not had for so long. I looked in the eyes of the vampire that I was drinking from. I saw his cold eyes burning with lust. I saw ice, the cold blue of diamonds. My breath was caught in my throat even as I went unconscious, my body preparing me for the change that needed to take place.

Nightmares of the un-prevented defilement of my body raced on swift wings in my memory. That night will forever be etched inside my mind. Those were the hours of darkness during which I became one with the night at the age of 16. I remembered my trip to the future; the child that was to be mine will never exist now. Will I ever out run the demons of my past...?

I awoke the next night, a shiver ran down my spine and realized with sudden clarity what I had become. With the duel bloodlines running through me I would forever be alone, not that it would change my lifestyle much. The thirst for blood in me was stronger than any of an ordinary vampire. But I am not an ordinary vampire and so the taste for flesh and blood runs stronger. I looked to the ill-fated monster that changed me into what I am and read his mind as if it were an open book with the casualness of one practiced in the art.

I found that the were-blood in me was a slow acting poison on his body; he was only kept alive because of the Lunarian innocence that I will forever hold. I will always be absolved from the sins I commit because without me, there would be no innocence left. The cosmos cursed me to be its contradiction, its only amusement.

Through his thoughts I found many things that he did not want me to know, as he wished for me to stay with him, dependent on his guidance. I found our kinds weaknesses and our glorious strengths. I found that I could walk in sunlight and I had increased hearing as well as mental powers; I am the living, yet for all eternity I will have to drink to sustain the spirit that his kept here as a leaden weight, yet my burden is much more. I have skills that no vampire before me ever had. I am now able to shape shift into more than a wolf, but any animal I wish. I can jump higher and see farther. I can do the magic of the witches that all vampires and werewolves alike fear. They are our enemies as well as our hunters. Yet now I am there kin.

I am alone. A wolf, without her pack, a vampire, without it's cruelty. I walk down the cold streets; my black boots struck the quiet streets, echoing with a harsh cry. I walked until I left the city and reached an open meadow. Trying to keep calm the raging beast inside that curls up, waiting ready to strike.

I walked atop the hill and was surprised to see that in the grassy knoll was a gathering of men around a bonfire. I realized that it was a pack of hunters. I could feel the magic barrier they erected and easily passed through. They all looked up immediately, noticing that I was not one of their number.

They all drew stakes when they saw the vampiric aura around me and I felt them gather there magic ready to defend their own.

"Do not pick a fight with me." I said acting as if I'm stating a fact.

"Do you not know who we are child?" a man asked sneering.

"I think it is you who does not know who I am." I rejoined dangerously.

"You vampires are all the same, ruthless killers with no conscious."

"Maybe for many vampires this would be true but I sometimes even regret. That for me it is not so."

"What are you?" asked a monotone.

"Why did you come here?" asked a blond boy.

I looked at the one with a monotone voice and felt something I never thought to. I felt the stirrings of desire, desire to mate and desire to love.

"Who are you to question me? Who are you to say I am damned when you are as well. You who are of the twice damned." I yelled at him angrily my ire showing through my normally calm composure.

"It is true I am twice damned. The words they say of both my lineage that I have been made from are true. Again I ask you, who are you?"

"How did you know he was twice damned? No other has ever been able to recognize this?" asked a voice that seemed was rarely in use

"Moving on, what are you doing and may I watch. I guarantee that this will not be a slaughter." I smiled a cruel but sincere smile

"Very well." the blond from before answered me and I went to sit near the only other that I have found that is like me.

I sat there and watched as at first they silently prayed, to whom I did not know. When they all said their own private prayers I heard as them ask the mother goddess to protect and guide them on their hunt of the undead. When I heard what goddess they were praying to I fell on my side, howling with laughter.

"Be quiet, we do not take kindly to outsiders interrupting our sacred prayers dedicated to the goddess of the moon." Said the one with a katana.

"What rude hosts you are for not giving me your names or asking me mine." I said completely ignoring his statement.

Yes, sorry miss, this is Wufei, and the one sitting by you is Heero, I am Quatre, over there is Trowa and the one with the long braid is Duo. The girls are . . . uh not here."

"Who are you?" asked Heero once more.

"Ah, ever persistent aren't you? I have many names."

"Yes, yes but what are they onna?"

" I am Cynthia, Diana, Artemis, Selene, Luna. Any of these names fit me well and are fonts to all the aspects of my personality. I ask you what need you to do these rituals and ceremonies to ask of the blessing of the moon goddess when I am right in front of you, willing to give it?"

"How dare you claim to be someone that we consider holy?"

"I am she the moon goddess third generation."

" What do you mean third generation?"

"My grandmother was the first goddess of the moon. When she was killed during the birth of my mother because the gods forbid that she have a child. My mother ascended the throne of the moon that my grandmother created a people for. She died protecting it and I have been living and reigning ever since."

A monotone voice rang in the still air, "Prove it."

I removed my jacket, the one with the braid started drooling like a hentai. I then carefully removed my bandana, the Crescent moon symbol on my forehead glowing softly in the darkness, reflecting the light from the moon. I walked into a moonbeam and felt it wrap me in it's warm embrace; for a moment I forgot where I was and what I was doing and allowed myself to be comforted by the spirit of the moon that I protected and shared a special bond with.

Those that were watching they saw the look of pure rapture on her face as she seemed to become one with the moon before they finally got the chance to see her clearly. The dress she was wearing clung to her body tightly, seemingly molded to her every curve, and a crescent moon was in the center of her chest. Her hair was long and swept over the ground, with the exception of two black braids, which were slightly shorter on either side of her head.

Heero's Pov ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She looked ethereal and I wished with every fiber of my being that I were the one who put the rapture on her face. I felt the need to take her blood, to mate with her, to chase her through this moonlit meadow.

To make her mine.

Her eyes abruptly snapped open, gazing into mine so intensely I felt she could see my very soul. I could feel the loneliness that she hid quite well and her desperate need to let go of the thread of life that kept her here. I felt the stirrings of possession rise within me, she was mine, and nothing would take her from me. I looked at her and closed my eyes, inhaling deeply before howling my challenge, my claim. She tensed and yet I could smell her arousal, I smiled a feral smile, a smirk really.

She unexpectedly turned into a wolf and I knew that the chase was on; when it was won she would know she was mine. I followed in suit, turning into a wolf as well. My fur was black as midnight, all the brown that used to be in my hair in my human for left me to become black when I changed from human to both forms.

I could smell her in the air and I send a woof to my friends, no longer able to voice my thoughts, and swiftly took off into the night.

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thanks to my goood friend sparkle25002000 the first chapter is revised! Please believe us and me that we will eventually get another chapter out but for now I am going to be revising the originals