Disclaimer: I don't own pokémon.

I thought I'd try something new, so here is a pokémon/vampire fanfic.

Warning: It's rated T for blood/violence, and there is minor cussing.

Enjoy!

Prologue

A half-moon hung low in the sky. A few stars twinkled overhead.

Five teenaged boys walked the streets of some small, insignificant city in Kalos. They looked like five regular teenagers out to cause trouble, but should their conversation have been overheard a passer-by would wonder if they were drunk.

"That was a good haul last night," commented one boy with emerald hair and eyes to match. "Seven new recruits. A record made."

"It should have been twelve," muttered another boy shortly. His plum-coloured hair was longish and framed a handsome face. Black eyes glared at the boy with emerald hair. Each boy was incredibly, unfairly, handsome in appearance and each had unnaturally pale, stark white skin.

"Hey, it's not our fault we were thirsty," said a boy with brown hair so spiky it looked dangerous.

"Ash and N and I can all control our bloodlust," the plum-haired boy snapped. "You-"

"Quiet," the emerald-haired boy hissed, holding up a hand. Each boy halted instantly. "I smell blood. Fresh blood."

A boy with coal-black hair sighed. "Here we go again," he muttered. "Drew, can't you-" he began but the boy with spiky brown hair snapped his fingers in front of Ash's face.

"Shh. It's coming from the alley down there," he said in a low voice. "Drew, let's split up. By the smell of them there are two humans hiding there. One each, let's go."

Both the brown and emerald haired boys sped off towards the afore-mentioned alley with such speed as was not natural. They were gone in the blink of an eye.

The three left behind exchanged glances. "If they can't control themselves, we'll run out of humans to recruit," Ash muttered.

"Why does it matter to you?" asked the other boy with long green hair tied back in a ponytail. "You never bite mortals anyway."

Ash shrugged. "Mars and Saturn won't be pleased with them."

Before N could reply, a shrill buzzing sound from Paul's watch alerted them to a call by one of their bosses. Paul answered it by tapping the screen and they clustered around to listen as Paul received his orders from Mars, their female commander. As soon as the call ended, the three sped towards the alleyway where Drew and Gary were finishing off their two humans. Both boys were bent over their prey on the ground, not stirring when the other three arrived.

"Drew. Gary. Mars wants us back at base, now," Paul snapped.

Gary raised his head briefly. His eyes were bright red and warm blood dripped from his fangs, staining the ground red. "What does she want this time?" he growled, before resuming his meal.

Paul kept his eyes on Gary, not letting himself look at either victim. He was using all his self-control not to join them in draining the mortals dry. "Too many Newly-Turned vampires are being dusted by the Slayers who recently moved into town," he answered emotionlessly. "Mars wants us to do something about it."

Instantly he had captured both Gary and Drew's attention. "You mean we get to bite Slayers?" Drew checked. His voice was thick and his eyes as red as Gary's but they shone eagerly through the darkness.

A smirk played on Paul's lips. "Not yet. Slayers have almost been staking more newfangs than we can create but recently they've stopped slaying. Mars thinks they have a plan and she wants us to find out what. Then we can bite them."

All five vampires exchanged glances. "Bring it on," Gary snarled eagerly. "It's been too long since I tasted slayer blood."

Author's Note: Please tell me what you think of the idea so far. It's one of those things you either love or hate I guess, so feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks!

~ Jay