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This is my first fanfiction, any and all comments are welcomed.

I've finally decided to come back to my stories. Right now I'm in the process of Editing and Revising them. I've started with this story and will work on it until I'm done, instead of trying to work on more than one at a time. I've revised the first few chapters and hopefully will have them all up along with the new one I'm working on within the next two weeks.

Their numbers were staggering. The vampires kept coming overwhelming the slayers. The slayers fought them with everything they had but the number of vampires attacking the village was never ending. When the slayers did manage to kill one, two more would appear in its stead. Lord Orochimaru had launched a full scale attack against the unsuspecting slayer clan with the sole purpose of making the clan extinct. The attack begun at sundown and raged well into the night. The blood ran endlessly in the streets; even the moon seemed to be bleeding. One by one the slayers fell; their blood raining down on their ancestral home. Men, women and the children they had so carefully hidden away were slowly and viciously cut down. Orochimaru had plans, big elaborate plans for the future of the vampire race and his rule as their all-powerful emperor. Unfortunately those plans required certain things to occur in order for them to come to fruition and be successful. The elimination of the slayer clan happened to have been one of those things that Orochimaru just needed to make sure he took care of before his plans could become a reality. He couldn't run the risk of the clan becoming obstacles when the time came for him to begin.

As luck would have it the clan leader had recently been killed by an unknown demon, leaving an infant child as the next clan leader and the slayer clan with no real leadership at the moment, making them vulnerable since they could not depend on the power of the Umino House. Never one to waste a good opportunity, Orochimaru set out to eliminate the clan once and for all, wasting no time he attacked the unprepared village. His vampires had clear instructions to make sure the slayer bloodline was completely exterminated beginning with the Umino House and the infant leader. No one with slayer blood was to be left alive, for even a single slayer could destroy his well-planned future of world domination.

After a few years away from his pack, Jiraiya was finally on his way home. He had left to explore the world, to roam free and for research purposes before having to take on the responsibility of leadership once the present Alpha retired. Jiraiya had tried to explain to the pack elders that one could not write works of literature as grand as "Icha Icha" without the proper research, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Left with no choice the young writer took it upon himself to explore the world beyond the village gates; after all it was always easier to ask for forgiveness than permission and the way he figured the pack would be so happy that he returned that they would just overlook the entire thing. After traveling and collecting research the time had come to return home. Jiraiya was excited and a little nervous to be going home. He missed his pack, especially lovely Tsunade. He was sure she had missed him and was ready to ask for his forgiveness for the beating she gave him before he left. Jiraiya missed the old Alpha as well; hell, he even missed that smart ass pup Kakashi, the last of the silver wolves, who already had the markings of an Alpha even though he was only a toddler. He continued to the village hoping that he had gathered enough research material during his travels to last since he was pretty sure the council of elders would not be granting him permission to leave the village again anytime soon, especially once he became Alpha a position he really didn't want.

As Jiraiya neared the border between his home, Konohagakure and the slayer clans' village, he noticed the flames reaching toward the dark sky. Transforming into his wolf form, he approached the village keeping to the shadows. The stench of blood and death assaulted him as he entered the village. There was death all around and the wolf wanted to howl in anger and pain. Anger for the total destruction of a clan that had been an ally to the wolf pack for centuries, a clan that had fought alongside his brothers and sisters against vampires and demons. After the initial anger, pain began to overwhelm him as he walked by the lifeless bodies of those he himself had considered friends, of those he was sure had been friends or acquaintances of his brothers or sisters and of those still too young to have ever left the village to make friends with the wolves.

After a while the wolf turned towards the forest away from the village, having already given up hope of finding survivors when he froze. An infant's painful cry shattered the deafening silence in the village. Jiraiya cocked his head and waited wanting to make sure it was real and not his wishful thinking. The infant gave another pitiful cry and the wolf took off on swift paws, heading full speed towards the crying infant. He ran straight toward the front of the main house, the clan leader's residence and jumped over the splintered remains of the grand door. Running past burning walls and guards, he followed the pitiful cries that were becoming weaker by the second. He continued down the corridor, and entered what appeared to be a hidden passage leading underground. Slowly he descended the earthen steps, ahead of him he saw light coming from an open door. The wolf blended into the shadows, invisible and on silent paws he crept into the room.

Inside the room a vampire held a bloody sword over the unmoving body of a young woman. Dark chocolate hair covered the woman's face and even though blood had soaked the once blue yukata, Jiraiya recognized the Umino clan symbol identifying the woman as the clan leader's wife. The woman was clutching a crying bundle close to her chest, protecting her precious cargo even in death. The vampire approached the fallen woman determined to end the infant's life, he drew back the sword prepared to plunge it straight through the woman and into the child cradled in her arms. He never got the chance. The wolf moved with deadly silence and tore out the vampire's throat.

With the vampire dead the wolf transformed again and Jiraiya knelt down next to the dead woman. He turned her over gently extracting the infant from hands that refused to be parted with the child. The scent of the woman's blood hit him and it smelled wrong - wrong for a slayer. It smelled human. Confused Jiraiya wondered how a human had ended up as the most important female within the slayer clan. Jiraiya finally looked down at the child in his arms; the child was only a few months old. Tiny and bloody apparently he hadn't escaped the vampire's first attack against the woman. The child's face was bleeding profusely from a slash that ran from cheek to cheek across his tiny nose. Jiraiya sniffed the baby's blood and there among the smell of magic and power that belonged to the slayer clan was the unmistakable smell of human. The dead woman had obviously been his mother. Jiraiya was surprised that a half-blood slayer had survived birth; usually they were too weak to live outside their mother's wombs, which was the main reason slayers didn't mate with humans. Jiraiya tried to sooth the crying baby in his arms, while applying gentle pressure to stop the bleeding, blood covered the baby's blue jumper which was adorned with tiny waves and the Umino symbol embroidered in gold thread identifying the baby as the Umino heir. The baby squirmed as Jiraiya sent some healing chakra and applied more pressure to the infant's nose trying to stop the bleeding. Jiraiya knew he wasn't skilled enough with healing chakra to completely heal the wound, but he could at least stop the bleeding and lessen the baby's pain. In the struggle a tiny chain dislodged from underneath his jumper. It was the only thing this child would have of his life before the attack, on the chain was a small dolphin encompassed in what appeared to be a full moon.

Jiraiya took the now exhausted baby out of the hidden corridor and slipped into the forest, heading away from the massacre. He considered leaving the baby somewhere safe and returning to the village in order to search for other survivors, but as he ran towards a well-hidden cave, the village exploded with such force that it shook the ground. The night was alive with the intensity of the fire. There was no hope now for any other survivors, so Jiraiya took his new charge and turned away from the destruction that the vampires had created. He also turned away from the path that would take him home to Konohagakure, to his pack. Jiraiya knew he should go home, that he should hand over the child to his alpha and be done with it, but looking at the sleeping infant in his arms he knew he wouldn't because regardless of how fair his Alpha was, Jiraiya knew he would have no choice but to completely isolate the child. There was no way of knowing how a slayer child would turn out without the guidance and restraints of the clan and a half human slayer would be even harder to predict, and harder to control. Jiraiya did the only thing he could do and turned away from his own home, taking with him the last heir to the now destroyed Umino Clan. He left his backpack with some belongings within the slayer compound, it would be better for the pack to think he had perished during the attack on the slayers, instead of having them look for him. He needed to disappear; to be forgotten so he could raise his little half slayer. Jiraiya headed toward a small town, just north of Konohagakure. The small town was still within the borders of pack territory, but it was a human village and wolves rarely ventured into it, making it unlikely that anyone would be able to recognize a slayer. He hoped that the town would be able to provide him what he needed to raise the last survivor of the once powerful Umino Clan. He looked down at the sleeping child and the dolphin pendant caught the early morning rays making it sparkle with new life. Umino Iruka, last of the slayers, opened big brown eyes to see a new world.

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