Chapter one

A vampire a werewolf and a hunter all walk into a tavern

The clouds were drifting though out the pale cold night. The moon was lighting any open gaps around the dark clouds. It shined on a massive castle, with homes and shops inside it's gates. It was isolated on a mountain, and shrouded by the clouds. The moonlight pierced through a dusty window and into the throne room. It was mostly empty, a throne and a red carpet. It was constructed similarly to the rest of the castle, out of cold black stone bricks, although the light made it seem almost blue from the moonlights shadow, and bright were it shined. The red carpet led from the massive two door entrance to the black throne, opposite the door.

On it sat a man with one red eye. His hair was purple and done into a pinapple. He wore his crown proper, but behind it was malice intent. He dawned attire fit for a king, gold necklaces, diamond encrusted chains all dangled around his robes, but his skin was deathly pale. He had a glass of blood next to him and sipped on it casually, while looking at the other two vampires in front of him. They were also nobles like him, but he had the highest status in the kingdom, isolated from the rest of the world. A single maid stood next to him to attend any of his needs. He favorited her the most out of all the ones he turned into vampires.

"Chrome, I need you to speak to our ally, the king of Millefiore, Tazaru, you will escort her. The war between the Vongola clan and our kingdom has killed many of our kind. The king will be well inclined to listen to you, Chrome." He took a sip of his red drink. "Although we had our skirmishes, their are reports stating they have grown and are only continuing to do so. I believe they will attack us with all they have soon. Chrome, Tazaru, I trust you will accomplish this for your king... Make haste." The king, Mukuro, ordered.

Chrome and Tazaru, kneeled before him, giving their king absolute respect. "I will not fail you, your majesty. " The pale female vampire spoke with absolute dedication. She admired the man in front of her and strived to accomplish anything he needed. Tazaru agreed with her before they left.

She was a rare breed of vampire, like the king, a pure breed. She was born a vampire and raised as such. She knew little of the out side world. This would be her first mission out side of the walls and she would finally explore the outside world. She was taught how to blend in with the humans, and how to defend herself if the need arised.

Tazaru was turned into a vampire long ago and was her senior in this mission. They were on their horses, in front of the gate, as it opened. He glanced at her and could see her anticipation. He was a dark skinned man, but his cheeks had no trace of blood, and left him pale. "Chrome this will be your first time leaving the kingdom. All your training has led to this. The king has high hopes for you. Don't let him down." He ordered. He spoke with out emotion, like many of the human turned vampires. He earned his status as a noble through his many battles. Chrome nodded and spurred her horse foward, behind Tazaru as they left their home.

They followed a spiraling path down the mountain. It took them a good hour or two, reaching the bottom, led into a shadowed forrest. The trees were high and branches many. It was pitch black, any human would be off the path, even with a torch to light the road. But they were the creatures of the dark.

They easily saw with their vision and guided the horses that trusted them. They were trained to ride in the dark for their masters. They ran, making a clapping sound over a few puddles that had yet to dry after the previous rainshower. Tazaru's horse leaped over a heavy branch, blocking the way, before he turned his head to the female that repeated his action.

"Chrome there is a village approaching, we will rest there for the day. The sun will rise in a few hours and our journey will be long, we shouldn't push ourselves." She only nodded under the black hooded cloak that encompassed her body. Underneath it she wore silver, but almost, light purple, robes fit for a noble. It snuggled around her body, not revealing it, but tight enough to display her petite, perky, curves.

Tazaru then gave her a warning look. "Be on your guard at all times. We are beings of the night. There are many who would wish to destroy us. Werewolves, priest, holy knights, devils, hunters..." His eyes narrowed, "Especially the one with orange eyes. He is know to have traveled and slay many creatures deemed the enemy of humanity... One of my soldiers was killed by him." He explained the biggest threat to them.

She didn't gulp, but if she was human she knew she would. She heard the stories, even in the walls. Vampires burned to ash by a blade able to kill them. The witnesses only recall fire... and orange eyes, imbued with red in the center. She was a rare breed and if killed that would hurt the chances of her kingdom continuing.

They galloped out of the forest and into a valley, along the distance was a cozy lit village. They soon reached it and paid a fee to let their horses rest and sleep in the only stable of the village.

It was a small village, she noted. It was lively, the opposite of her. It made her feel uncomfortable. Her home was always quiet, maybe a few occasions of celebrating, but everyone's movements would be silent and proper. Tazaru shook his head and chuckled at her taking it all in. A Human village. Stores were closed, but homes were full of noisy and light. They walked, while Chrome was sight seeing. She stopped, abruptly when he did, they reached the center of the small town.

"We will stay here for the approaching dawn." Tazaru spoke. They arrived at the loudest and brightest building. It was a two story tavern, with music and laughter oozing outside. She nodded and followed him inside.

They entered and saw people drinking and talking around the many tables that surrounded the brightly lit area. They would take a swig, before, either making a joke or argue. They all had a pinkish hue on their cheeks from their inebriated state.

The walls were made of strong oak, so was the floor. A few pillars of support around the tavern kept it strudy. There were stairs next to the door the two just entered, leading to the next floor. In the center was a bar, that faced all four sides of the tavern making a circle. Rum, liquor, and wine were stored on the shelves in the center of a square inside the bar. Tazaru led them to it.

They walked past a few tables and men were calling out to her. She had pulled her hood back and revealed her features. She had purple hair in the same pinapple manner as her king. She wore a simple pitch black eye patch. Her cheeks were pale, but her eye seemed to have a spark of life. She was a pure breed and unlike the human turned vampires, she didn't have to pretend she remembered what feelings were. She actually had emotions, even if it was difficult to display.

She glanced at a man she deemed worthy. She smiled at him with a small smirk, signaling him. Tazaru and Chrome sat on the stools in front of the bar and counter. Tazaru ordered a drink while asking for two rooms. The bar keep poured him a mug and handed him that, along with two keys for them. He told them where their rooms were located, while Tazaru pulled out his satchel and paid the proper amount with gold coins.

He chugged it and slammed it down, before ordering another. Alcohol affected vampires and other creatures as well. Human based vampires drank it to feel again. Remembering their humanity, by being intoxicated. He turned to Chrome, after taking a sip of his new drink. "You want a one, maybe some wine?" He offered, even though she had her own coin.

She simply shook her head, desiring a different pleasure. He nodded and said, "Ok suit yourself, I'm going to keep drinking, you should rest up if you need to..." He then peeked at her expression of hunger. "Or feed." He mumbled. He then began to talk to a female sitting next to him, around the counter of the bar. He wasn't talking like the normal brute he was, but as a gentleman.

Chrome turned her head back to the man she wanted and smiled at him. It was easy prey. He seemed barely old enough to drink. He had a smirk at what she was twirling in her hand while gazing at him with a small look of lust. He gulped down the last of his drink, stood up and away from his table.

She left her seat, with her key in her hand. She wanted to feed before day break. She began to head in his direction. Her intent was vile to humans, but natural for her. It was in her nature and upbring, to be able to spot the easiest target and lure him in. He was also walking towards her, with a look of want. But he wanted to do actions, Chrome found despicable to do with a stranger, she never even kissed anyone before. She never was allowed to do anything with her own kind, she would never do that with a human she just met. They closed in on eachother, after passing a few tables but...

A man stumbled foward in between them, after paying for the wine, a waitress handed him.

All three of them crashed onto the ground. His drink leaped into the sky and flipped before spilling out its liquid, on one of them only...

Chrome was sitting up on the floor, her legs bent towards eachother but tucked behind her. She stared with confusion and disbelief at what happened. She was wet from her head down to her chest, after the innocent splash. She blinked a couple times trying to understand. She made eye contact with the clumsy man. He had the most pure brown eyes she ever saw. She gasped...

The noble elegance she projected crumbled. Hey eye was fixated on the big brown orbs blinking at her. They were full of life. It was an abstract idea she always wondered about. She was captivated. He was staring back with his lips also parted in a gasp, staring back into her beautiful amethyst eye. He couldn't seem to peal away from her wet face. Her cheeks managed to muster some blood, and she had a small blush grace her. One slowly crept on his cheeks as well, as he gulped. Their expressions of affinity mirrored eachother. Opposites unwantingly attracted to eachother. Time seemed to stop for Chrome, she felt that their unmoving bodies were nearing eachother. That was until, the man noticed his drink had spilled on her and was dripping a few drops off of her bangs down to her perky breast.

"Hiee! S-Sorry! I'm tru-" He tried to say full of guilt and nervousness. But the man, Chrome was going to use, grabbed the bushy brown haired man, as he was lifting himself.

"Get out of here asshole!" He roughly clutched the clumsy man's black hooded coat, as they both stood. The coat was thin but baggy enough to cover his body, it had a silver outline, the hood was also silver inside it, it also had silver pockets, next to his waist. But orange buttons, all the way down, he only kept a few buttoned. He wore a black belt with a gold buckle over the coat, it hung casually along his waist, slanting, barely keeping his coat shut. Slim fit black trousers, a gold bangle around his right thigh, and it had a chain that looped around his belt. He wore a brown cardigan with the three buttons, done except the bottom one. He had a two rings on his right hand that chained together. He stumbled backwards, on his black boots with silver laces, whIle the man shoved him away harshly.

Chrome blinked out of the trance she was in. The man, that shoved the clumsy oaf away, offered his hand to her, he smiled at her trying to get her mind back on their previous lust. She recomposed her self, before she focused on her prey again. She innocently took his hand. Her mind still on the brown eyes that captured her.

As she stood up, she noticed Tazaru approaching, from behind, with the female he was having a conversation with. She looked dazed and flustered, not really focused, but seemed to have the same expression of lust, the man Chrome was going to feed on. Tazaru gave her a knowing look as he passed them. He roughly shoved pass the still bumbling clutz, knocking him down on his ass. He disrespected a vampire of royalty, if they weren't incognito, he would of killed the brown eyed loser.

Said loser, was on the floor sitting up on his ass. Everyone in the tavern was laughing at him. He looked frightened, until he stared into Tazaru's eyes. He had a blank expression when their eyes met. Tazaru thought nothing of it and led his female prey up the stairs to his room.

The man stood up, dusted himself off sheepishly, and walked to the bar. He order a new drink, leaning on the counter, carefully taking a seat. Chrome glanced at him a final time, before leading her own snack up stairs.

The bartender filled a mug of ice, cold, wine and laughed out, "This one is on the house kid! That was pretty embarrassing! Here you earned it, to say the least, haha!" He joked and slid his mug towards the early twenty year old man.

"T-Thank you. I-It could of happened to anyone..." He mumbled, knowing he was lying to himself and his clumsiness. The bartender laughed in agreement. He rose his mug, before taking a few gulps. He thanked him again for the cold drink again before asking, "Um, excuse me, but are the rumors of this city true?" He asked with a nervous look, scared to have it answered.

The bartender gave him a hard stare before scoffing. "You actually believe a werewolf lives in this village. The rumors outsiders believe... Kid, werewolves don't exist!" He answered with an old man's snap. The brown eyed man apologized nervously.

'A Vampire through...' He took a few more sips. 'But I tracked the wolf here... two different abnormalities in this village...' He knew these parts were littered with supernatural beings, but a lonely town to possess two inside it. 'Maybe they are all trying to live peacefully...' If nothing bad happened, he wouldn't need to act.

He chugged his drink, finishing it, he let out a breath of refeshment. He knew that was a lie, the man that shoved him had abnormal features, his eyes weren't human, feral, redish gold. His cheeks were almost blue. 'I killed enough to know the difference between the peaceful ones and the ones who fall to their own darkness...' He thought bitterly, recalling the first werewolf he had to kill. 'If it wasn't for him... It would of never happened. You would of never turned... I'm sorry...' He shook his head and ordered a new drink.

While the bartender was filling his mug, he called out, "Oi Mochida! Didn't you see the mess our customers created, clean it up!.. Damn busboy has been only taking to ladies since he started..." The bar keep complained to the freindly client. He in turn, looked at the the bussboy, with narrowed eyes. Black spiky hair and maybe a little older than himself. He was, as stated, casually flirting with a few ladies in on a table at the corner.

'There is a full moon out...'

He thanked him and paid for the wine this time. He stared down at his drink, with eyes of affection. 'She was cute...' His cheeks were tinted only a slight pink thinking about the pale, purple, one eyed, beauty.

Tazaru and his lady friend, were in his room for the day approaching. It was lit with lanterns on all four corners. It was simple, with a bed suited for one, on the farthest right corner from the door. A night stand next to it. A closet in the middle of the wall to their left, but that was it.

Tazaru unmasked his gentleman's facade. He pressed her against the wall opposite of the door. He shoved her harshly and licked his lips. The lady had a few drink, so was in a different state of mind, but could clearly see the evil in his eyes. He wanted something more than just some fun. She gulped. "I-I think I'll g-get us some more drinks, that sounds g-good right?"

He had a hungry smile, revealing his fangs. "Oh... But it's right here." He whispered to her, stabbing fear in to her eyes, with his evil gold ones. She froze, paralyzed. "I wonder what to do first..." He mumbled to himself, kissing her neck.

"N-no... Stop," She began to whisper. This couldn't be happening. Vamapires don't exist. She began to force her self away from his grip, "Let me go!" He just smiled at her struggling, enjoying the fear in his prey.

He clutched her jaw roughly with one hand, and her waist with with his other. He shoved her head up and to the right, giving him access to her neck. He pulled his head back and snapped open his mouth, aiming his two top fangs down on her.

"NOOO!" She screeched at the top of her lungs.

And blood splattered.

Chrome lifted her teeth away from the neck she finished feeding from. She pushed herself up, away from the chest she was resting on. She lifted her head high and to the ceiling. She let out a high pitched whimper of pleasure at the delicious taste of human blood, some drops fell off her fangs down her lip, sliding down her chin. They could feast on other creatures if the need was dire, but humans sustained their undead bodies with the best nutrition. She didn't suck her prey dry, leaving him alive. She never enjoyed turning anyone either.

She was just hungry...

She heard cries from the room next to her. She walked away from the bed, where she had just fed. The man was on it, faced up. He looked in pain, but began to pass out. He seemed confused not understanding what just happened to him. Chrome went to warn Tazaru that he was being to loud. They weren't supposed to be found out. The man she fed on would be sleeping for a few weeks, while he recovered. By then, they would be gone. But Tazaru was enjoying himself to much. 'Brute...' She thought, bitterly...

He was a good leader and soldier for the kingdom, but when it came down to it, he killed, fed or used anyone, with out any value to lives. Chrome was never comfortable with him around. He did things... He was a noble, but a twisted man inside his non beating heart. He was one of them though, and that had to count for something. She thought. During these times, her kingdom had to stay close.

She was walking down the nicely lit hallway to the next door. When she reached it, she knocked, that caused it to creak more open than it already was. Tazaru was a brute, but wouldn't leave the door open. Her eye grew in horror as she peeked inside.

The lady in Tazaru's arms was screaming before she was sucked dry. She kept screaming until some liquid splashed against her cheek and the wall behind her. She peeked with a frightened eye, until she opened both wide.

Tazaru's face was twisted in pain, he looked down at his chest. A glowing orange blade had pierced him. "Gwaah..." He began, then, "Aah!" As the blade pulled out of him. He coughed up blood and also tumbled back away from his prey.

He clutched at his wound turning to face the attacker. Standing in front of him, in the middle of the room, were orange eyes. "You..." Tazaru mumbled with surprise and disgust. The clutz from the bar was the man with orange eyes. "But they were brown before!" He yelled taking a lunge and swiping with his right hand's claws.

He was only standing, this time his hood on his head. His hair was covered, but a few spikes were sticking out, and a few were pushed down to his eyes. He swayed to his right and took a step back. He lifted the blade in his left hand, before blocking, with both his hands gripping the handle. He violently broke the defense back. He had his blade pulled back to his left, aimed at Tazaru's heart.

In one instant he thrusted the blade foward with a leaping stab.

Chrome only stared through the small space between the doorway and door. Her eye was wide as Tazaru's body began to hang limp around the hunter. He was facing the door, they both made eye contact. He gave Chrome desperate warning look, telling her mentally to never reveal her self, but to run! She stuttered, but nodded. The last image she saw was her ally disintegrate into ash. She stumbled backwards. 'A blade that can kill vampires... The holy sword, Durandal... The hunter with orange eyes killed Tazaru!'

The hunter sheathed the longsword he had hidden under his coat. It was a two sided blade, had two gemstones embedded in the hilt. A small one at the end of the handle, and a larger one between the hilt and blade, as they connect. It was a longsword, but still heavy and sturdy enough to be considered a claymore. After he finished his act, and closed his coat, he approached the female, who almost died.

His eyes were still orange. "Are you alright?" He asked firmly. She nodded her head, as a booming thunder sound eclipsed the entire town.

"Oi, Mochida I told you to clean up that mess!" The bar keep ordered, shoving the new guy to the mess created by Chrome, her prey, and the hunter. Mochida stumbled and mumbled an insult before dropping to his knees with a dust pan, a few rags and a sweeper in his hands.

"I thought working at a bar would get me closer to the ladies... worst first day..." He mumbled to himself. He was going to sweep the broken glass mug that fell away from the liquid, but the sparkling shine caught his eyes. The tavern wasn't making it shine like this. He followed the light that caused the shine, towards a window. The clouds had parted and the moon shined through the window. The bright full moon, caught his eyes. He was captivated by it's beauty. He felt a switch go off in his body... And the booming thunder was heard...

Chrome was running down the hallway reaching the stairs. The hunter was helping the, almost killed, lady gather her bearings. The tavern was surrounded by a horrible howl towards the moon. Chrome had to stop and claps her ears over the sound. It harshly affected her supernatural hearing. She closed her eye in pain, squirming in place. The hunter grew wide eyes.

'I need to hurry.' He ran out the door and told the lady to stay there until she knew it was safe.

Chrome ran down the stairs after, but she was hearing cries of panick and fear. Followed by animalistic horrible barks and chomps. She reached the tavern floor. It was the first time she actually saw one. A lycan. It had mauled through a few people, the ones that had enough time, scurried away. Few were trapped in the corners or under tables in fear, at the animal standing on its hind legs on the counter of the bar. It howled again, as it noticed the female vampire reaching the floor.

Chrome didnt hesitate to lunge for the door next to her. But he flung himself with his powerfull legs and arms at her. 'He's to fast, I won't make it!' She had her head turned towards the massive wolf hybrid. It had its arms reaching for her with a determined hunger in its eyes.

Chrome was going to ready her self, but a metallic clash blocked the werewolf's claws. He was standing in between a vampire and a lycan. He glanced back at her. "Are you hurt?" He asked. Her eye grew, finally seeing the orange eyes of the man. She couldn't believe it was the foolish boy who captivated her. She didn't answer.

She turned and ran out the door, fleeing for her life. He frowned at her action, but couldn't dwell on that. The lycan bit down with its sharp teeth at him. He dashed to his left. The wolf swiped left, right, then a back hand spin slash. He dodged all of them, with amazing foot work and speed. He leaped back, after the final spin attack, standing at the entrance of the tavern. The wolf tackled into him. He blocked with Durandal, but they broke the door, crashing through it, out into the village. He rolled along the stone road. The wolf pounced past him, braking into a run on all fours.

'Why is he after her...?' He thought flipping back on his feet, recovering with the momentum of the tumble.

Chrome was taking leap after leap, switching legs after each one. Her boots lightly landing on the roofs of building, but she was easily flying far with each leap. She felt fear. A hunter and a lycan were causing this feeling. Her head turned behind her as she heard loud thumbing noises behind her. The wolf was already reaching her, leaping over the small homes and buildings with easy. She was already going as fast as possible. 'I can't let it end here-' her thoughts were interrupted as the wolf yanked on the leg she just used to leap. Her eye grew, staring at the monster dead in the eyes. It growled as they both fell down, in between two buildings, in an alley. The wolf had his claws wrapped around her left leg as they fell.

While falling down the alley, the monster was pulling her closer. She kicked at its snout hard. It only growled angrily, before yanking her close with its mouth open. She reached for anything, as they fell. She couldn't die like this... Eaten by the eternal enemy of her species. She was about to kick again, but a flash of a flaming sword, sliced through the arm holding her. She gasped. The wolf howled in pain before crashing on the ground. She also tumbled along the ground. She felt something snap as she landed. She earned a few scrapes and bruises, but better than the alternative. She her eye was on the wall at the end of alley, creating a dead end. A man slammed his feet on it to stop his momentum, creating an explosion of debris.

She gulped at the return of the hunter... but was also relieved. He saved her. He was different from before. She stared at his new features. He had a flame on his forehead. Two silver plated gauntlets, but woven black under, with orange orbs over the fist. He was holding his sword, with both gauntlets. The ring, gauntlets, his sword, and the bangle on his leg were all covered in flames. He landed on the ground.

The werewolf stood, howling at the hunter. Chrome covered her ears, again in pain. The hunter had durandal in one hand before running up to the one armed wolf. It switched its focus back to Chrome. It seemed fixated on killing her. Chrome knew why, but the hunter didn't. She only stared in fear. The hunter used his other gauntlet to increase his flame output and fly. He slammed his right knee into the wolf's jaw. It yelped in pain, crashing out the alley.

He turned to Chrome. "Can you stand, you need to run!" He said with a quiet, but firm voice. She was confused as to why he was protecting her, but timidly nodded. She tried to stand but gritted her teeth in pain. Both of them looked at her feet. One was bent wrong. He narrowed his eyes. She needed help, but the threat of the wolf was still around.

It was bleeding out its arm, but seemed to have alot of fight in it. It was going to charge back into the alley, but the hunter ran out of it, towards him. Chrome could only stare, her fate was completely in his hands. Even if he killed the lycan, he would kill her, the moment it was revealed she was a vampire. Tazaru was caught by his barbaric nature. She couldn't make a mistake. She had to act as humanly as posibble. 'If he knew I was a vampire he wouldn't be trying to save me... I can't let it slip, until I'm safely away from him... or...'

The werewolf slashed with its remaining claws. The hunter ducked under it, and hooked his left burning gauntlet inot the animals gut. The wolf made a sound of pain, before it dropped it's hand to the ground and used it to stand, as it kicked the hunter away with both hind legs. He blocked with durandal. He skidded backwards form the force of the wolf.

The lycan landed on its feet again. It had created a small space between Chrome and the hunter. He glanced at the vampire and tried to go for it one last time. The hunter noticed this.

Chrome could only gape in fear at the massive creature attacking her again. It was about to enter the alley, but the hunter used a massive flame output from his gauntlets, and sword, to transmit himself above the werewolf and inside the alley. He used another burst of flame to fly down and impale the wolf through its head. The monster went forcibly down, head first. The hunter landed on one knee and a boot on the ground. He pulled himself and his blade up. The wolf limply fell back down from the rugged yank.

The hunter sheathed his blade with a sigh, his gauntlets and the flame on his forehead left him. It appeared as if the gauntlets burned into fire and flew into his two rings. He walked to Chrome but his eyes were still orange. He kneeled down to the sitting up female.

Her breath grew sharp. He was staring at her face intently while he wrapped his thumb and index finger around her chin. She grew a wide eye. He softly shifted her face from side to side scanning for injuries. She her pale face was seemingly flush, cause of his bold actions. She was royalty and was never treated as such. He nodded after scanning her injuries.

"We need to focus on this first." He mumbled looking down at the twisted foot. She gulped as he softly wrapped his hands around her black boot. "This is gonna hurt." He said quietly looking at her. She stared back, his eyes seemed concerned and guilty for the pain she was about to feel. It fascinated her. How could humans display these emotions so easily?

She nodded at him with a hint of fear in her eye, she knew this was going to hurt. He nodded back before focusing on her foot again. She was holding her thigh anxious for the moment.

Snap!

She cried and swung her head back in pain. She then leaned foward and down to her leg, clutching it tightly. He looked guilty for causing her pain, but atleast her foot was back in place. She slowly lifted her gaze to meet his. Her eye was full of tears, but she only let one fall. He looked really guilty now... She noticed the smallest blush, even through his hard exterior and orange eyes.

She could use this to her advantage, he could escort her to the kingdom of Millefiore. She just needed to manipulate him. She knew she could, he was human after all. He didnt seem to notice her secret, and she knew she could manage somehow, she had too. Her kingdom was on the brink of war. She had no escort anymore, and it was only her first night outside of her home, she knew she wouldn't survive with out help. She knew it was almost suicide to try and use this hunter... but she saw the attraction he just displayed here and in the bar when they first made eye contact. She could seduce him, she had too... "Thank you... Boss." She whispered with an alluring voice and smile, before she leaned foward, and planted her lips on his left cheek. Rewarding him with an innocent smooch...