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I'm so sorry for the long hiatus and I didn't even put up a note or anything...I felt like shit when people kept alerting this story and I was having a writers block :( I'm soo sorry! -bows-

I was supposed to post this weeks ago, maybe even month...but my Beta wont reply me and I dunno if she ever got my mail or that is she ok...but let's thank my wonderful SuccessorLavi for Beta-ing this! *3* -shovering with love and cookies-

Take this as an apology! 4,136 words of new chapter! Long enough, eh? XD Enjoy, peeps!

Warnings: Gore, blood, cussing

Kanda Yuu was not amused.

Not a bit.

For one; he was woken up in the nastiestway possible.

For two; he was goddamn hungry for some fresh human meat. Kanda was getting tired of undead flesh. The meat didn't melt in his mouth; it crumbled, like a broken rock.

The demon darted his eyes down to the source of the scream he had heard before, spreading his wings a bit more to slow down and soar around the small part of the city. His eyes were fixed on a certain street; the sweet scent of blood, fresh blood, filling his nose. This made a smirk creep to his lips, his sharp and dangerous fangs showing themselves as they anticipated the sweet taste that would accompany the sweet smell.

Kanda already knew that the human had been taken care of by the creatures of night, such a stupid human it was, but he couldn't wonder if there still was more. The creatures roaming around the city were usually orcs or some lucky zombies, who had made their way into the city without crumbling into parts while dragging their rotten ass up from the graves, literally spoken.

But to make the hunting easier for Kanda, there was the fact that orcs and the undead are stupid. Sure they were really dangerous if a human bumped into them, orcs being very dangerous and undead might have special looking bodies. No one quite knew if the undead were human or animal. But these creatures were no match for Kanda. And a human could hide from them, or at least from a pack of zombies, because they can't smell humans like orcs can.

Kanda looked around and started to soar lower, turning his body so his feet were pointing towards the ground, ready to land down on the bloodied street. His wings were starting to make smaller movements as he got closer to the ground. As soon as his feet hit the ground, he spread his wings wide once more before folding them behind his back. Tilting his head up, he took a long sniff to see if he could smell anything delicious around.

Once again, his teeth showed themselves as Kanda spotted what he had been looking for: a human. The young demon loved the way he could smell the already bleeding human; the warm and fresh blood pulsing out from the torn skin. He loved it, compared to his cold skin. The best part of it was that he could smell how scared this person was, just behind the alley and failing miserably in their attempt to hide. Wasn't too hard for Kanda to guess that this person's friend had gotten devoured by a pack of undead, judging by the way there were bones and body part scattered around. Groups of undead usually killed their feasts by ripping them apart and eating the parts.

The Japanese man turned and made his way towards the alley, making his steps quiet as possible. Kanda's wing twitched slightly, dropping one of the black feathers to the ground. The man cursed, hearing the human twitch and stop weeping for a moment. He sighed as the human ran out from the street, his eyes shining in panic. The Japanese smirked at this and decided to keep his fun, as he folded his wings and made them as small as possible. The human girl was young, very beautiful in fact. Her waist length hair was covered in blood, most likely her friend's blood. Her brown eyes were completely frozen in shock.

The brown eyed girl stopped as he saw Kanda's figure, her breath calming down a bit. Kanda kept his eyes averted on her waist, which was cut badly and the girl was holding her hand over it. He grinned again, looking up at the girl with dark gray eyes now, tilting head slightly.

"T-thank god…a-a human…" the girl panted out as she came closer to Kanda, bursting into tears as Kanda didn't protest or back away as she starting gripping his shirt and crying against his chest.

"T-they killed him…m-my loved one…w-we were on our way to home…but it was t-too late…!" she was trying her best to explain the situation to Kanda through her panic. The Japanese just wrapped his arms around her, tightening slightly as the girl made no sound of protest.

"I know how to stop your pain, girl," this made the young girl stop her crying, her swollen brown eyes looking up at Kanda in pure hope, but the sadness was still there. Kanda grinned once again as he spread his wings once again, hands tightening around the girl. She let out a bloody scream as Kanda bared his teeth and his eyes changed color to crimson red. He leaned down and took a big bite of her breast, loving the screams.

"Join him in death"

--!

On the other side of the city, to the mountains, a young vampire twitching as he heard the bloody scream coming from the town. Sitting on the edge of a small trail, next to a waterfall and the area lighted by the moonlight, the vampire perked his ears as he kept staring into the lights on the distance. Shaking his head, he resumed playing with the dead, drained mouse in his hand, cutting it into pieces with his sharp nail.

"Stop playing with the mouse already. It's food, not a toy." The other vampire leaning against a wall pointed out, as the younger vampire kept playing with his dead lunch.

"But he's not my food anymore," he whined back in reply, not caring that he was annoying the hell out of his partner. "It's dead already, and I ate it, see?" He lifted the mouse up by its tail to show his friend, who just looked away and sighed. The younger vampire pouted and let go of the mouse's tail, the white creature going down to the depths of the mountain.

"Those screams aren't so common nowadays." The older one nodded towards the town and the source of the noise. "Seems like a more powerful creature has landed itself in the city for some food."

The younger vampire shuddered at that, "I really hope that you're not right. If something more powerful than us settled itself in the town, it's goodbye for humans and hello for ogres and harpies. Let's not even mention how much they stink!"

The two guards of the cave continued the small argument over the creatures of the town, but the situation wasn't so light inside the cave.

The redhead vampire kept his eyes averted on the ground as some other fellow bloodsuckers started leading him deeper into the dark cave. The candles were doing their job somewhat by casting some light, but it was a bit pointless; vampires had perfect night vision.

Lavi just huffed out in annoyance, sulking as one of the female vampires nudged him to get his attention. Lavi was most definitely not in the mood for any bullshit from one of these hosers; he was tired of being stepped on and being a slave for the vampire clan. Lavi had always wanted some respect for himself, not only because of his looks or because his grandfather was eldest one of the clan.

The redhead stopped as the others did, looking forward for the end of the long tunnel where a lot of candles were put, a large chair in middle of the space. On the chair, there was a short man who looked somewhere around ninety years old. The others vampires bowed down and went to their knees, except Lavi who showed no affection.

"You're such an idiot, Lavi. Where is your respect?" The old man narrowed his eyes, which looked liked a panda's, in Lavi's opinion. The black makeup around his eyes and the really pointy ears were making him look like an animal, not a vampire. The vampires did have slightly pointy ears, but this man's were just huge.

The young vampire rolled his emerald eye and shoved the small paper bag closed, before throwing it towards the man's direction and earning a smack on the back of his head from one of the male vampires.

"I apologize for his rudeness, Bookman."

Said man easily caught the bag and didn't even bother to look what was inside it, a grin creeping on his lips as he stood up from his chair. Waving his hand at the other vampires around Lavi, he had them stand up straight and look at Bookman.

"Good job, Lavi. I know I can trust you to get me these things," The redhead simply looked away and ignored the compliment, about to earn another smack to his head but it was interrupted by Bookman, who motioned for the rest of the vampires leave until it was just Lavi standing there.

"I'm sick of being held in a low position like this, old man! I want to be treated like everyone else-!" He was quieted down with Bookman's palm almost coming to contact with his face. The elder vampire was short, but his movements were fast and he always somehow managed to reach up to Lavi, even though the young vampire was very tall.

"Just wait, Lavi. You should know by now, you're not the same as them," the elder man narrowed his eyes once more, making a direct eye contact with Lavi and staring at him for a while. The younger vampire sighed and averted his eyes to the ground in defeat.

"The difference isn't that bad, old man…I know I don't crumble in the sun like most of you do, but I still have wings and fangs and my vampire abilities. Discrimination is something that I'm not so fond of when I'm working my ass off to get everything you're asking me to get!" The emerald eyed boy started to raise his voice once more, but not daring to create eye contact with his elder.

"Lavi, you are young," Bookman turned his back to Lavi, made his way back to his chair. "It took me thousands of years to get some respect, and you're only somewhere around two hundred."

"Two hundred ninety four, to be exact," Lavi pointed out, only earning a book thrown at him, but he dodged it with ease. "I'm still not satisfied with this treatment. Some vampires younger than me get better affection, much better!"

"Lavi, you already know that the only way to get your respect is-"

"I know…" The younger interrupted him, looking away with his eyes full of shame and sadness. Bookman once more narrowed his eyes then sighed out, looking away from his grandson.

"It's the part of the operation to get back the castle from Noah's. The secret job of yours is only partly to get it back, do you understand me?" Bookman raised his voice slightly.

The redhead stood quiet for a while, before nodding.

"I understand…" He nodded before excusing himself and walking back in the direction he came from, millions of thoughts going through his head.

"I understand that I have to make myself a prostitute and sleep with a werewolf."

--

As the sun started to wake itself up from behind the mountains, the creatures of night went off to their hiding places and drifted off to sleep to gather energy for the next night of hunting. The town lights were turning off and soon to be replaced by the sunlight. The sun was a blessing for the humans, keeping the dangerous creatures away for 12 hours and giving them some time to live unafraid.

The young looking demon stood on a high rooftop of the city, licking his blood covered fingers clean as the crimson red color flashed in his dark grey eyes once more, looking off into the distance, surveying the mountains and countryside surrounding the elegant city these people were living in. The demon could only smirk as some harpies were brought down by a pack of wolves just as they were about to land down into their caves.

Kanda spread his wings once more and took off from the roof, flapping them once and starting to soar off into the sky with incredible speed. Demons were known for their speed in flying as well. They were practically perfect, which made them highly feared. Demons were rare in this world; barely any of them were living anymore. They were powerful, but almost everyone wanted them dead. For hunters, demons were the most prized catch, along with the Noah clan.

The Japanese didn't mind being the only demon around; he actually loved it. Being feared was something Kanda Yuu was proud of. He didn't need such fucked up things as friends or relatives, though he couldn't run away from Tiedoll, stupid fucked up old dragon. The man had trained Kanda when he was still young, but went off to the world because the dragon loved all kinds of scenery.

He was getting closer to his home, taking a quick soar around it to make sure that no creature had done any damage to his beautiful mansion. It was his beloved home and he didn't want to see a scratch on it, not even a feather or a scale. Perfect creatures needed a perfect home. End of subject.

--

As the sun finally made itself fully known, another mansion was starting to come to life, but the person living inside was the total and complete opposite of the demon Kanda Yuu.

The white haired boy started to open his eyes slowly as the small hole in the roof let the slight sunlight come and shine directly onto the bed. He shifted a bit, turning his head away from the sunlight that was shining directly on his head. He jerked his back up a bit before carefully taking the covers off, putting them aside.

Allen yawned once before bringing his hands up to his eyes, rubbing the sleepiness off of them, or at least trying. His blue gray eyes stared off into space as he settled his hands down on his lap, breathing in and tilting his head back. He sighed out in relief as he thanked god that he was still breathing. The running and panic from last night made Allen so sure that the creatures knew of his existence in the countryside, which is extremely dangerous for a human.

Another day survived, and Allen couldn't help but to smile a bit. How long was this going to keep up? Allen's meaning in this life was to….survive it in fear? It sounded so wrong to him, and he suddenly couldn't help the tears that were pouring down his cheeks. He didn't want to live like this. It was too dangerous if the elves of the forest were to take him in, but he didn't want to live as a prisoner for the rest of his life.

Every day living in the fear of getting killed by any monster that was looking for him. No one was looking after him; he needed to survive on his own. Allen didn't ask for any of this. He didn't want to be prey. He thought that being dead would have given him better peace, of course. But Allen made a promise to his foster father, Mana Walker that he'd continue living and walking forward, no matter what obstacles there were going to be.

And Mana was right. The obstacles were there.

Allen threw the covers off completely, moving his head away from the small area where the sunlight was shining. The thoughts of living in this house like a prison and fearing for his life every freaking day always did their job of destroying Allen's mood. The boy knew that he should be happy that he was still alive, but he couldn't bring himself to jump for joy. He wanted to live.

The white haired boy walked through the chilly room, the wing blowing loudly through the small hole in the roof, creating a small but sharp whistle loud enough for Allen to hear. He rubbed his arms to create a little warmth as he went to fetch a jacket for himself. He touched the old door of the wardrobe, pulling the creaking piece of wood open and pulled the first jacket he laid eyes on. The soft fabric felt good against his palm. He pulled the grey jacket fully out from its place and put it on, clicking the end of the zipper in its place and pulling it up.

Moving across the room, the boy reached for the door that was securely locked by many fancy looking locks. He started to pull them open, two of them needing a special key to get them open. Allen pulled a rose cross from his pocket, pushed it inside a medium sized metal lock and waited for it to beep, before the lock opened again. Mana had gotten him all these fancy and expensive things to shield him from the monsters.

Like they were going to save him…

Allen pushed the door open and stared at the dark room in front of him, as well as the stairs going up to another door that was fully metal. He remembered rushing in through that door last night, fearing for his life. He felt shivers go through his back as he remembered the feeling that the run had given him. He closed the door after him and carefully walked up the crumbling stairs. Reaching the metal door, he started to press the lighted numbers on the door and smiled in satisfaction as the door beeped and opened the locks itself.

The boy walked out from the dark room and let out a loud groan, as a large amount of sunlight hit his eyes. He tried to protect them by placing his arm on his forehead, with only minimal success; eyes half closed, he started to carefully walk forward in the long hallway that was surrounded by a few windows and doors to different rooms. The mansion was huge, too big for one person, but it was all Allen had for now. It was his home and he had memories of Mana here.

Walking across the house, his eyes used to the sunlight already, he headed for the bathroom. Reaching for a large white door, he pulled the door open and walked inside the bathroom, staring at the dusty glass for a while. He went over it and wiped it once, seeing the reflection of his face, somewhat blurred. He furrowed his eyebrows as he stared back at his own sky blue eyes.

Allen hated his own reflection.

He brought his normal hand up to his face, running his fingers carefully over the old scar that went down from the left side of his forehead to his left cheek. It didn't look as ugly as it did years ago, but the scar was still visible, which made people think Allen was one of the creatures sometimes. He had the pentacle. Yes, the five pointed star was at the start of his scar, on his forehead. Allen moved his white bangs back with his hand to reveal the red five pointed scar on his pale skin. The rest of the boy's skin was pale and pure, but so was his hair, which made people think Allen was an albino.

Despite all the shit that Allen Walker had gotten from humans, he didn't stop respecting and loving them. But he couldn't deny…

Those humans were dumb.

Stripping himself of his clothes, he threw them on the ground and walked hastily to the shower, turning the tap on and closing his eyes as the warm water started to pour down on him from the shower and make his whole body wet. He hummed in pleasure, running his hand through his wet hair and rubbing it softly, reaching for the shampoo that was in the small cabinet next to the shower. He had his eyes closed, so he couldn't tell what he had actually grabbed.

Opening his eyes, his breath froze along with his whole body, dropping the bottle that he was holding. The wall he'd been touching had red handprints….his handprints.

The water…wasn't just any kind of water. Allen looked down at his whole body and everywhere around him, as well as the liquid pouring out of the shower. He was covered in red liquid. Allen stepped back from the shower, looking at the spot where he'd been standing.

It was not water.

It was blood.

Allen screamed.

--

The town was busy once again, like every day when the sun was up and the humans had the chance to walk around without fear of being devoured. The newspaper showed the case of the young woman, named Isabelle, who had gone missing last night with her fiancée Abel. The young couple had gone out for a walk to enjoy the attractive moonlight, ignoring the strict warnings to never go out at night.

The people in the town, who were still humans, hid in the church when the night came. The church had an underground basement, which was practically like a prison. It was so cold in there and the dust made it hard for many people to breathe. Some people had tried to run away from there, but their attempts were useless. They never made it to another safe place in time before they ended up as breakfast for any one of the monsters roaming the streets.

In a single cafeteria in the downtown of the city, the scent of fresh coffee and just baked bread were in the air, despite the slight smell of blood that normal humans couldn't really smell. A man put down the newspaper that he was holding and took a sip of his red wine. The wine was as crimson as his hair; long, silky red hair that reached down to his lower back. His hat showed that he was a man with money; so did his expensive looking coat. The right side of his face was covered with a white mask that had a Red Cross on it. His visible eye was as red as his hair, looking down at the headlines of the newspaper.

"Youngsters of these days…ignoring the warnings they get day after day," the man sighed out loud, looking down at his golden pocket watch before looking back again at the newspaper. "It's all the church's fault. Greedy bastards… "

The man chuckled as he slapped a passing maid on the ass, who looked back at him with an offended look, ready to slap him. The man just bowed his head at her, touching the tip of his hat as he did so. The maid just ignored his gentlemanly attempts and continued to serve the customers. The man couldn't help but grin.

However, the grin was wiped off his face as he heard something that no one else has seemed to hear.

A scream.

The man's only visible eye widened a bit as the familiar sounding scream reached his ears, then sighed in frustration. Something started to move around in his pocket. Glancing around, the man quickly put his hand in his pocket and pulled out the moving creature.

The thing was a golden ball, which had white cross in middle of it. It wasn't just any kind of ball; it had large, golden wings and a long, spindly tail. And they were moving. The creature started to flap its wings, making it clear that it was rather annoyed. Cross put his finger to his lips, motioning the creature to stop moving. The golden ball did as it was told and rested on its' masters palm.

"Tim. I have a mission for you." This made the golden thing start flapping its wings again, this time because it was apparently pissed off at the red haired man. "Don't be a lazy golem, Tim. I didn't see you complaining when you were stalking naked succubus guys."

The golem stopped trashing around at once, then hid itself with its wings as if it was ashamed or embarrassed. "Yes Tim, I know what you've been doing."

The golden golem looked up at its master again, tilting its head slightly.

"Allen Walker." At this name, Tim's wings perked up a bit. "You need to help him, you understand me? That boy is in danger." The golem nodded at this before quickly taking off from its masters' hand

Spreading its wings, Tim flew away at top speed, not wanting anyone to notice.

"Be his guardian angel, Timcanpy."

Are people satisfied with this? Is it good? Does it suck? (No of course it can't suck cuz my beta is awesome!) I'm gonna start working on new chapter soon, and for Pride Breakdown readers...I did do a start, but it got deleted and I need to rewrite it...people still interested to see a sequel for it?

And I am coming up with new fics, so I would like to ask people to vote in my poll that what should I get started with! I updated channel and my future fics are there! So go tell me that what should I start writing first!

Thank you for reading! Lots of love~

~Flicca