Ash-Okay its going to be in a thugs p.o.v and then in Kim's, just to clarify.

An annoyed sigh escaped my mouth as me and my friends sauntered down the dirt street. No chicks out tonight and that sucked seriously. The dog days cooled down to crisp air at night and the light from the pale moon was hidden behind the clouds that veiled the sky preventing its illumous glow from reaching the town. The three of my friends had a disconsolate expression on their faces. Maybe we could get drunk or something like that to elate our spirits but sooner said then done. No bars open tonight due to a festival coming up. They didn't want someone drunk running around and ruining all of the decorations. My friends stopped in their tracks to look up ahead. A dark sillohuette stood in the middle of the dirt road. Their face hidden by the dark but a wide malicious smile stood out. My friends had a imprudence but me, the toughest thug in town sure didn't. Whoever this person was he wouldn't stand a chance against me, could take his money with no problem. After nudging the others in the side I started to amble toward the shadowy figure. In my gut something good would happen in the imminet future. As the three of us got closer the figure turned out to be a man with his eyes staring straight at us and that grin never leaving his face. That was odious toward us, he shouldn't be standing there he should be running away. He should be quivering where he stood! My friend on my right who was also a fellow thug member whispered to me saying he was pernicious looking man and his grin held portentous look in his eyes. We all stopped and with a presentimental feeling, I brushed it aside and took a good look at this man. His hair was a bright carrot top orange and it stuck up in many directions, a long piece of orange hair hung down in front of his right eye. He wore a pair of scarlet red goggles on his head but it was crooked and and odd looking on his head. He looked roughly the age of nineteen and was lanky. His skin was a sickly pale and he was tall but a bit smaller then I. His arms hung down and his shoulders were slumped, on his hands he wore rough leather fingerless gloves. He didn't have a shirt on but had a barb wire necklace with small bones and small animal skulls attached to it. On his right shoulder he had a crimson red tattoo that only had one thing, the letter V. For bottoms he wore a pair of baggy light blue pants with rips on the knee's and he wore no shoes. He had a red slash tattoo across his nose and from the corner of his mouth a white unlit cigarette hung. His eyes they were the only thing that left me shaking in my boots, they were a bright orange with the black pupil standing out.

Clearing my throat I stared at him, feeling tense and uncomfortable when his eyes looked straight into mine. A fox like grin grew wide on his lips and he removed his gloves, stuffing them into his pockets. Something wasn't right about this man. He looked deep in thought but still paying attention to us, what was he thinking about. My friend on my right begged for us to leave but that would make us seem like children afraid of the boogie man or some shit! Hell no, we would stand here and fight this guy. I stood unflagging and took a deep breathing before saying.

"Oi! Boy, what the hell are you doing out here. Don't you know only thugs walk around this time at night?! You better get out of here or you'll regret it!".

He stuck his tongue out of his mouth and licked his lips before advancing toward us, he leaned forward as if to look closer and his arms almost grazed the ground. A vivous look in his eyes made me take a single step backward along with the others. This man was freaking me out seriously and he hadn't even spoken a word to us yet! It was like the devil himself was in front of us, he was like a vulture preparing to take flight and circle a deceased animal. This man was harried and inscrutable. The man stopped a few feet in front of us and then stood up straight before raising his arms above his head and then stretching and throwing the gloves off his hands. 'What in the world is he doing'? My eyebrow twitched as my anger rose more and more, was he mocking us!

"Oi! I asked you a fucking question, can you hear"?! My friend placed a hand on my shoulder and looked at me, shaking his head no for having a outburst.

"Shijo come on lets just go, he's really weird"! he told me but then a fun filled laugh reached our ears, making us turn our eyes shift to look at the man again. Our eyes grew wide in only a few seconds. His nails grew out into long claws and he had white pointy teeth that I hadn't seen before. 'I-is he a youkai'?!

"What I'm doing here"? he asked, tilting his head a bit. His voice was chilling and low it turned my own blood cold. "Why... I'm here to.." his eyes grew big and white, the orange color of his eyes growing brighter like fire. "TO KILL YOU"!

My friends took a few steps back before turning around and running off in the opposite direction screaming. A large gust of wind blew pass me making me hold up my arms to sheild my eyes from the dust in the air. When the wind died down I turned my head to look back at my friends, both of them ran but then slid on their feet and fell flat on their butts. My breath was caught in my throat. There he stood right in front of them with a sickening smile on his face. He shot his arm down and grabbed the more timid one of my friends and lifted him off the ground. A scream of pure terror filled the air after a pale arm was sticking out of my friends gut. It was coated in blood and the fingers of the orange haired man twitched with excitement. The orange haired man smiled big and the next thing I knew he clamped his sharp teeth on to his victims skin and then tore it off before gnawing on it and swallowing it whole... He was a monster... He tossed the soon dead body aside, most of its flesh missing and torn off the bone. Blood tainted the ground and the orange haired man's hands and mouth. Saliva mixed with blood oozed from his mouth and dropped to the ground with a plop. A crazed look gracing his features and his eyes bright like fire.

"Wh-who are you"?! asked my friend that sat on the ground in front of him, helpless. The next victim probably and I would be the last.

The orange haired man grinned with satisfaction and then said quickly, "Vulture..." How fitting for this monster, he was fast as the wind and ate the flesh of my friend.

The seething anger was rising and I couldn't hold it back no longer, "YOU FUCKING SICK BASTARD"!! Vulture disappeared from his spot in a flash and then a gust of wind blew out at me making my clothes sway in the wind. My eyes grew as big as the moon when the Vulture stood right in front of me. His hand encircled around my neck with the nails digging in to the skin of my neck.

"Tough guy... isn't that what you picture yourself as? The only thing I see is another meal and another finger bone to go on to my necklace" he reached out his free arm and gripped on to my shoulder. In a instant a seering pain shot throughout my body and then the next thing I saw was my severed arm in his hand. I reached over and grabbed onto my sleeve trying to feel my arm as if it was still there. Nothing but a blood soaked shirt sleeve. Vulture shook my cut off arm and ten swayed it side to side in a waving motion at me. He then held it with two hands, his claws dug into the flesh and then he brought it to his mouth like a piece of corn and sunk his teeth into it. He started to feast on the flesh making more horror appear on my face as he let one of his arms fall and then reach out toward me.

A scream filled the pitch black velvet of the night...

Everyone at the inn and in the entire town was jumpy today. Maybe it was because we had told the inn keeper about the youkai in the village last night. They shouldn't have anything to worry about though, we killed them in a instant so there wasn't any left. A bag of brown supplies was in my arms and the streets were empty, no towns people. The street vendors even seemed jumpy, I asked a vendor for some tomato's and he nearly jumped out of his skin. It wasn't my intention to scare him, I didn't mean to. What could have happend to the carefree town over night? The villagers were sure talkative as well. Something up ahead down the road caught my eye and made me come to a abrupt hault to watch. It was a large group of people, it looked like the entire town. Some town officals stood and shouted for the crowed to get back. It was a convene of some sort. Slowly I started to make my way toward them and a conversation between two officals filled my ears as I walked closer.

"The bodies we aren't able to identify them but we can say this, whatever left them mangled like this was a monster. Go on have a look" he gestured toward the opening in the crowd and the other offical looked toward the opening and then he immeadiatly started to throw up all over the ground.

Concern started to grow and I kept walking toward the crowd. Many voices started talking...

"Not a bone left uncracked, every one of them busted. Its such a horrible sight even the nails are ripped out of their fingers! I mean look at it!"

"Blood every where, on the ground, the walls, everywhere. You name it. Some of the flesh is missing on the body like it was ripped clean right off the bone. Oh man the stench from the blighted bodies is making me sick"!

"What a horrible horrible thing to happen".

I made it through the group of gathered people and my eyes grew wide, the shopping bag almost slipping out of my arms. The smell of decaying flesh traced the air and made my stomach churn. Three mangled bodies laid on the ground. Covered in blood and the flesh from their face and arms missing. Their clothing was torn and ripped into pieces. Fingernails and severed fingers laid on the ground. It was horrible. Blood and guts dripped down the street. The bodies now ridgid and lifeless. Expression of pure terror on what's left of their face.

"Someone indoors actually spotted the one who did this, it was a man and they said that he was walking away from the scene. His shoulders going up and down as he laughed loudly in pure happiness" one offical said. "I think it was a youkai".

"Youkai"? I looked back at the bodies... "Better tell the others...".

Ash:O.O Dude... Vulture should be in movies... best killer dude ever!! Sorry if it wasn't that bloody or good but yeah I'm tired.

Kim, Lyn and Amber:O.O Dude...

Goku:O.O Even his fingernails were ripped out...

Gojyo:That is... very sick even for me.. and I've seen every scary movie...

Hakkai:That Vulture character sure is a strange one..

Sanzo:Feh.. big deal...

Vulture:-Grins- Care to say that again?

Sanzo:Shut up.. -reading newspaper-

Ash:Well there you go another chappy, the vulture character is very fun to type up. Thanks for reading and for the awsome reviews! I do not own Saiyuki, it belongs to Kazuya Minekura. Well I'm gonna wait for pizza dude. Kim, Lyn, Amber, and I are real. Again thanks for reading!