Disclaimer: I'm really sorry, I think we forgot this in chapter one! We don't own Rurouni Kenshin! Please don't sue!

Vampire Demon666's notes: Hey, I went first this time! Hell ya. Ok, first, this chapter, may be a little boring...and depressing, but we'll try to post another one along with it, so this may the first of two new chapters. It's basically gonna be about death, suicidal thoughts, and how Kenshin became a Vampire.

Gothic Misery's notes: Yeah, kinda sad chappie. Umm, like he said, we'll really try to post two chapters. We are going to continue this, because we think we know where to take it. We've really been thinking about it. Lol, kinda funny, cuz we watched a movie in class, and it was about a guy that's really misunderstood, and the whole time I was thinking, could I turn this into something for out fic? Lol, see how devoted I am? You should show your appreciation by reviewing!

Special Thanks: Special thanks to very first reviewer, Aikawarazu Ai. We'll try to work you into the fic somehow as a reward. Would you like to be a Vampire buddy of Kenshin's? I'm afraid you'd only show up in a chapter or two, because we didn't really plan this. Sorry, but we won't kill you or anything! Please tell me in a review what you'd like to go by in your role, or if you don't want to be in here at all. If you want to look a certain way, please tell me in a review, or, you can e-mail me. Go to Gothic Vampire Assassin's bio, and e-mail her. It's my friend's e-mail cuz mine's busted, but if you say the subject's Hated Love, she'll tell me and I'll come over to read it! Thanks!

Vampire Demon666: Amazing. I go first, yet she still finds about twice as much as me to say. Unbelievable. Girls talk to much.

Gothic Misery: You think everyone talks to much. So shove it! ;)

WARNINGS: This chapter will be depressing, but future chapter's will probably be worse. Brief mention's of suicide, death, language, hints of sexual slavery. (Sorry if it's to much. If you tell us we'll gladly tone it down! We are writing this for you after all!)

Okay, remember guys, Kenshin is really Shinta, but I'm sure you know that. I just didn't want any confusion. I've changed the time that he changed his name. He's much older! Since this chapter is sad, and angsty it was written by our very own Vampire Demon666!

A six-year-old Shinta cowered in the corner. He looked small and scared, and he had every right to be. At the same exact moment, he watched his mother stand in front of him, with her arms spread wide, shielding her youngest son from the attackers. Shinta could see nothing because his mother was in his line of sight. He was in shock, and with difficulty, registered the conversation between his mother, and these four men.

"Move it you bitch," the first of the men shouted harshly.

"Please," she begged," please spare my youngest son!"

"Why should we? He's no better than you!"

"He is so young and innocent," tears were streaming down her already damp face. She already knew her fate, but she couldn't let them take her son. He was her youngest.

"Listen, you've already caused us enough trouble. Now move before we slice through both of you!"

"Take me instead! If you kill me, will you leave him alone?"

"Ha," he laughed a harsh, and loud laugh. "No way! We we're already gonna kill you, and once we killed you, how would you know if he was still alive or not?"

Shinta's mother was at a complete and total loss. What would they do with her baby? She thought of all of her options. She could run, but these men were fast, ruthless, and being in a kimono wouldn't help. She racked her brain, but kept coming up with the same choice. It was the only way she could think of.

"Then, will you let him live, if I become your slave," she said quietly, and with a straight face, that was still wet.

All four men got a horrible grin on their faces.

"What kind of slave."

He wanted her to say it. He wanted every last bit of her dignity, and he wouldn't stop until he had taken, and trampled it. Even worse, he wouldn't give it back. He would own her, and she would have nothing.

"Anything you want," she avoided saying what she was talking about.

"Fine, but you had better do whatever we want, and if you kill yourself, we will hunt him down," he said while pointing to the trembling boy in the corner, "and we will kill him. Stand aside, I want a good look at him."

At first, she wouldn't move. What were they planning? When she didn't respond, two of the other men came over and rudely shoved her down onto the floor, she stayed down, but quickly turned her body to see everything that they were doing.

"Come here boy."

Shinta didn't move, but stared up at the foul man with wide eyes.

"I said come here!" It was painfully obvious that this was no patient man, and he grabbed Shinta by the collar of his Gi, and laid him on his back. He grew gentle again. "Now now," he said while sitting on Shinta's small fragile frame, like a dominant male animal. "Don't worry." He glanced over at Shinta's mother, who was watching every single move he made. "Don't trust me?"

While some may have responded with a venomous 'no' she decided that it wasn't a question that he wanted answered, and also didn't want to piss him off anymore.

"What's his name," he asked never taking his eyes of the small child.

"Sh-Shinta."

"Shinta, you are a handsome young boy. What odd hair color. I will give you another distinguishing feature."

Shinta's mother was terrified of what he meant by that.

"This will help me find you, if mommy's bad."

He pulled out a Katana from a sheath that he had laid down next to him. As he stood up, he rested a booted foot on Shinta's chest. Slowly, he dragged the tip along his left cheek, making poor Shinta's face twist in pain, but he didn't scream. The blood dripped down the side of his face, and he could feel the sticky substance slide down his neck. But the man wasn't done. He dragged the tip along his cheek again, completing the cross shape. Once again, Shinta grimaced, but choked back a scream.

His mother watched in horror as the jerk marred her sons young face. "Stop! You can't hurt him!" He ignored her. Shinta had done nothing. He was doing this to torture her, by hurting her son. Would he let him live? She didn't have time to find out.

"Okay guy's. We're done here. Get the woman and let's get outta here."

Shinta's mom was in to much grief to move. The two men that had pushed her down earlier once again grabbed her and dragged her out, letting her clearly see as their leader kicked Kenshin in the side and stomach making him cough up blood.

"No! Why are you doing this to him!"

"Shut up! We're leaving, and we're gonna find out just how good you are at your new job."

The last she ever saw of her son was him with a bleeding face, hunched over in pain, and still heaving.

12 years later

Shinta was dead, and in his place was Kenshin. Kenshin and Shinta were two different people. Shinta had been a happy child, and Kenshin was as cold and distant as a lone wolf. He was a killer. He had been since a man by the name of Hiko and caught him pickpocketing from him and beat him. After that, he had become his pupil, of the Hiten Mitsurugi Ryuu. It was a deadly style, but his master had died from an alcohol overdose, and Kenshin was once again forced onto the street.

Shinta was the one that the villagers had known. He was happy, carefree, and gentle. When his mother died (they all thought she was murdered) they were worried about him, but he never really recovered. He only spoke when it was completely necessary. This was Kenshin.

At first, he was welcomed into many of the neighbors homes, but then he went bad, and actually killed a man. No body wanted him anymore. That was all he needed to snap. The constant stares of disapproval, the whispers when he walked by, and the fights. He lost it, and never looked at people. He didn't talk. He was rarely seen, and when he was, somebody usually died. Everyone feared him, and when one stuck up guy tried to drug him and turn him into the police, he died a slow painful death. He didn't bug them unless they bugged him, and one day, somebody picked a fight with him.

He was watching people from the shadows of a rooftop, when his eyes spotted a mysterious man walked through the crowd, mostly in the shade, wearing a long black trench coat, hat, and black pants. His eyes were shaded with dark glasses, and you couldn't see his face. He watched him disappear into the crowd, and shrugged it off.

That night, Kenshin walked in the shadows, looking for something. He always was looking for something or someone, but he didn't know what or who. There he was. Standing directly across the street from him. He was still wearing the strange black clothes, but his hat was gone to reveal blonde hair. Kenshin stood up straight, feeling this man's gaze on him.

"I have been watching you for awhile Kenshin. You aren't happy, and I know you are a killer. I can make you feel better. Make you more powerful than you have ever dreamed."

Kenshin didn't even think about how he knew his name, but was interested. He said nothing.

"So you're not a talker. Obviously, you lost someone, and you don't know how to handle yourself."

Kenshin's anger flared momentarily, but he relaxed, and the stranger advanced on him.

"I know that you aren't scared of me. That's why you aren't running. You think you're a tough guy, don't you? Let me tell you, I could kill you before you had time to piss your pants."

Kenshin raised an eyebrow. This guy didn't sound like he was bluffing, but Kenshin had doubts that he could honestly kill him that easy.

"Kenshin, I want to make you one of us."

"Us?" Kenshin finally spoke. Curiosity finally got the better of him.

"Ah, so I have you interested. Yes, one of us. You see Kenshin. I'm not human."

"What's that leave?"

"I happen to be a Vampire. A real one. There are some down's but everything else makes up for it."

"Like?"

"Living forever, super-human strength, and tons of other things that fit into those categories."

"You said you live forever, what if I want to die," Kenshin wasn't sure if he believed him, but he was humoring him. Testing him.

"I think that if you wanted to die, you'd be dead by now. I think that you are afraid of death."

"No, I'm not. How the hell do you think I'm gonna believe you?"

"Like this."

Before Kenshin could question his answer, he rushed forward, to fast to be seen, even with Kenshin's trained sight. Before he knew what was happening, he was being dangled in the air, by his collar, and he was staring into the eyes of a demon, with glowing red eyes.

"Kenshin, I'll prove to you that I am real, and I will be your mentor. This is a fairly simple process. Don't worry, it'll be over soon."

If there was one thing Kenshin hated the most in the world, was feeling helpless, which was exactly where he was now. Dangling in the air, by the collar by a mad man.

"Put me down," but before he could finish his command, he was on his back, with the man hovering over him. He smiled to reveal to long, dangerous fangs, and he tipped Kenshin's head back. When he started to lean forward, Kenshin panicked, but he was only held down tighter. What the fuck was this man trying to do? It became clear when he felt pain on his neck, but he couldn't move when he tried to run. Slowly, he could feel his life draining from his body and his world was black.

Gothic Misery's notes: Well? Please review! Please please please! We beg of you. Was this chapter to disturbing? To little? Please tell us! Thanks a bunch!

Side note: Lol, ya know, I was thinkin' about how I always say 'we' because two people are writing this, and it's sounds funny if you didn't know that two people wrote this. No, we're not skitso(spelled that wrong). Another thing is do you realize how many times I wrote Kenshin in the first part instead if Shinta? Holy Cow! I had to reread it so many times, so if I missed anything please tell me?

This chapter brought to you by the demented mind of Vampire Demon666