Ok before anyone asks why I decided to update this after like 2 years… don't ask. I just read through it again and decided that I should try and continue it. It won't follow the canon story because honestly the canon story gets super messy. Plus I'll change it around so that other mythical creatures can be included. This whole 'only vampires' thing is kind of killing the vibe of the story (especially when Narue's a kitsune and there's no one else who can relate to her other than the Kyuubi) Honestly the reason why I dropped this story was because the characters were a little tooo angst ridden for me. I wrote this when I was going through my high-time goth faze and now that I look back at it there's a whole bunch of Mary-sue characters and it makes me depressed.

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Narue gasped, her body convulsing in effort as she tried to rip through the chains. Whatever they were dosing her with was strong. If they Kyuubi couldn't help her she didn't know who could. He whispered reassurances in her head, something that he hadn't done since the day Hiruzen had died. Then he had done it to save himself, but now he was doing it for her sake. She clung to his voice, his presence within her body like a lifeline in a stormy.

"Sit still kitty, we aren't done with you yet."

They couldn't just leave it at taking her blood, they had to open her up, prod her like an animal. No amount of 'pain killers' were doing anything and nothing was strong enough to keep her down. She blinked in and out of consciousness, every waking moment faced in the humiliation of her capture. They were ripping her open and she could do nothing.

'My tenketsu,' Narue gasped to Kyuubi. 'I need you to overload it!'

"Kit, you could end up in another dimension again! You could end up dead! I can't risk it."

'The pain! Anything to stop the pain! Revenge Kurama, I need revenge!'

Kurama nodded with a growing smile. Yes he could do revenge. He could do with anger and blood-lust. He thrived in those emotions and these humans were pushing his host right to it. If it weren't for the emotional and physical anguish his host was in Kurama would have celebrated at the idea. She was finally willing to unleash him. She was finally willing to hate.

"Sir, the kitsune's energy is spiking. There seems to be some sort of electrical energy flowing through her system!"

"Put her down! Dose her with more tranquilisers! What have you fools been doing?" he yelled.

"It's not working sir! She's fighting the affects and her lacerations are healing rapidly."

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!"

The inhumane growl resonated within the labs confines. Narue ripped through her bonds, a ripple of red bubbling energy surrounding her body and sharpening her canine features. Animalistic fury raged through her blood and that had pent up throughout the torturous months. The scientists around her screamed and ran but she only looked at one man.

"Mr Phantom, don't be scared," she sing-songed, her usually supple voice now rumbled with malice.

"I just wanted to be you!" he shouted, trying to get to the door.

Narue growled an inhuman growl as she slammed the man into the metal wall behind him. Her claws dug into his shoulder, breaking bone and drawing blood. His screams sang to her ears and a smile crawled across her animalistic features.

"You want to be a monster? Let me show you a monster!" Narue growled as she grabbed his head. She was a master of illusions. She was a kitsune!

The man screamed, he felt his body melt under him as he turned into bubbling sludge. His senses flared with pain and the world around him turned into a haunting scene. The world suddenly lost its colour and he felt his arms stretch out from the melting goo that was him only for it to turn into the arms of an insect. He looked desperately at the naked form of the demon girl standing above him, her red eyes gleaming with maniacal gladness.

"No! No, no, no, it wasn't meant to be like t-this!" he cried as his body turned into that of a hideous creature.

"Are you not pleased master? I gave you what you wanted. I turned you into a monster."

"S-stay away!" the scientist cried as he pulled his own bug like body to the door.

Narue jumped onto the scientist and sunk her fangs into his neck. Her body shivered in pleasure as the man's fleshy neck was ripped off. She pulled away the illusion and she revelled in the horrified look of the man's face as he realised what had happened. Watching in rage as he choked on his own blood, she ripped open his chest with her claws.

"That's right kit, take his heart out!"

Narue cackled in joy. Yes- she would take his beating heart out with her own hands. She would rip him open like he did to her. She would make him feel unbridled terror as she cracked his ribs open with her bare hands, and then she would eat his beating heart. She would devour his body! She dug her claws into his chest, cracking his ribs and pulling out his heart. Screams echoed the laboratory, a symphony to her ears. It felt good. She understood why Kurama had urged her to do this so often before. She grabbed his beating heart and ripped it out causing the strangled cries to cease.

"Narue!"

The haze seemed to disappear instantly. One single word and her body froze, the hate seeped away and her mind cleared. Takuma, Kaname and Akatsuki had blasted through the metal door. Narue looked into the wide green eyes of Takuma and the rush of the moment died into silent agony. She looked at him before looking at her hand in shaking fear.

"No…" she whispered in fear as she fell backwards and moved away from the man. She shivered uncontrollably. She was about to eat him. She was just about to eat another human being.

"Why did you stop kit? Finish him off!" Kurama yelled.

"No…" she cried. She wouldn't do that. She wouldn't become a monster. She killed her enemies but she would never eat them… 'It felt so good' she thought. Her body shivered in silent disgust for herself.

Takuma pulled off his coat and wrapped it around Narue's naked form as he embraced her shivering form in whatever semblance of comfort he could offer. He didn't know what happened but he saw the large Y shaped scar running through her chest and he didn't have to guess. He bit his lip in anger and frustration as he hugged her, pulled her close. It had been weeks, weeks and he still came too late to stop her from doing something like this… to stop what happened to her before this.

"I'm here. Naru-chan, I'm here," he comforted.

The kitsune hugged the vampire and cried into his shoulders. Her body melted into his strong frame as she shivered and sobbed. She didn't care about appearances for once. All she could think about was that this was over.

"Y-you're here," she sobbed.

Takuma pulled away slightly and nodded. "I'm here," he reaffirmed. "And we should get out of here," he added.

Narue nodded, giving one last haunted glance towards the man she had almost eaten. She pulled the coat around her naked form tight and leaned on the blond vampire as he led her out. They were silent on the way out into the forest covered land. Narue didn't register anything as she blankly glanced into the distance wondering if this was real. How long had it been since they captured her? She didn't know. The time she spent strapped, unmoving, unable to see or talk to anyone was maddening. The later time spent being prodded like an animal and opened surgically while awake was torturous. Her grip on Takuma's arms tightened. What if she had lost it? What if this was all a hallucination to help her cope?

"The car," Kaname pointed out.

Akatsuki nodded as he got into the driving seat with Kaname next to him. He watched as Takuma worriedly took the shivering and oddly blank Narue into the car with him. He could see the fear behind her normally bright eyes. She gripped his shirt like a lifeline and he responded by putting an arm around her and drawing her head close to his face, tenderly kissing her forehead and uttering reassurances, reassurances similar to Kurama's.

"We're going home," he whispered reassuringly.

The rest of the trip went by in silence. Narue looked outside and her eyes widened when he saw her home. It was her home inside the Academy. Was this real? It looked real she concluded. She let herself be led out and when she saw Kaien stand there with a worried expression on his face her heart melted. She didn't care if this was all a hallucination she stumbled over to him and melted into his comforting embrace.

"Thank god," he whispered his usually light-hearted voice unusually sincere and serious.

"Y-you're here… really here," she whispered letting the tears roll.

"Let's go in and get you some clothes," Kaien said as he led her in, arms protectively around her shoulder.

Takuma watched in worry as the once responsive and light-hearted girl he knew shrunk in on herself and disappeared into the bathroom. Kaien came out instead taking a deep breath and slumping down on his couch tiredly. His usually chipper attitude remained hidden under his stern face.

"What happened?" he asked.

"It was a man named Nori Hamada, otherwise known as Cipher. He was a bio-mechanist who obsessed over the supernatural," Kaname answered in Takuma's stead. He knew the other man was silently holding down his rage and didn't want to worry him further by having him speak.

"Is her identity-"

"-No, it's been compromised," Kaname cut in.

Takuma bit his lip furiously drawing blood. No one was going to touch her like that again. He would swear it on his life.

"There's more," Kaname continued. "It's an organisation growing in numbers. They call themselves 'The Truth'. They are convinced of the existence of supernatural creatures both vampires and others. I think there's more credibility to their words considering Narue's existence."

"Takuma, you said it was your father's company," Kaien pointed.

"They didn't know of this undertaking. Nori Hamada had gone behind our companies backs to get his way," Takuma replied guiltily. He should have known this. He should have stopped it before it got this far.

"We can discuss this later," Cross finally said, "For now I need to be there for her."

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Narue didn't care if she was eating frozen raw beef. She devoured the meat that she once would have been disgusted to look at. Kaien watched furiously imagining the man who did this to her being impaled a million times. When she had come in half naked he saw the protruding bones, the way her stomach had hollowed, her hair had matted, and her face had gone gaunt. More so than her starved appearance Kaien was furious when he saw the wounds they had inflicted on her.

He scrubbed her back, trying his best to ignore the way he could see her spine and ribs or the discolouration of her once strong tan skin. He tried to ignore the way she shivered at every touch or the way her arms wrapped around her body and closed in on itself.

"How- how is Yuki?" she finally asked.

"Without you here I was worried she would become an angst ridden teen like Zero. I'm afraid you're too late to cure her of that now," he replied as light-heartedly as he could.

Narue chuckled for the first time in a while. "Zero is such a goth," she agreed, "and so are most of the Vampires. No they put goths to shame. They probably brood on a gargoyle in their spare time. Except Takuma of course. He's probably reading manga."

Kaien allowed himself to smile. He was grateful that she had managed to go back to her snarky self, even if it was forced, but it was a start. He stood up deciding that he would give her the privacy to wash the rest of herself up.

"Come down for dinner ok. Yuki has missed you," he said.

Narue just kept looking ahead. She didn't know what to think. If it were before the kidnapping she would be aching to see her older sister but all of a sudden she didn't feel like it anymore. There was no sudden longing to be by her side. She felt repulsed in fact. She felt dirty… she didn't deserve Yuki.

Forcing herself up she dropped the bucket of cold water over her now waist length blond hair. The refreshing cold woke her up and she looked up at the ceiling in sudden vigor. She was a kitsune, despite her initial rejection of her race she knew now that a kitsune never wallowed. A kitsune would get back up and no matter how scarred that kitsune would be fine.

Flinching against her wounds and her currently brittle body Narue forced her black and orange compression shirt onto her body. She frowned as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her body had thinned out and she hated it. Before it was packed with healthy muscle, a stark contrast from all the other Night Class females, but Narue prided herself on her strength. She would need to train all over again to regain whatever strength she had before but thankfully there was still a bit of muscle left on her.

The moment she walked out of the shower she felt a sudden force overcome her. Narue blinked and realised it was Yuki. Her sister had slammed into her winding her for a second. Narue blinked before hugging her sister back, draping her arms around Yuki's lithe body and burying her face in her shoulders.

"I-I missed you so much," Yuki cried. "No one told me where you were and Takuma was worried and Zero left and I didn't know what to do!"

Narue didn't know how to deal with a crying Yuki. She despised dealing with emotion but it hurt her physically to see her older sister in so much pain. This was her family. She wasn't meant to hurt her family. What was it that Yuki said happened to Zero?

"I-I'm sorry. I'm here now," Narue whispered her ears drooping a little in guilt.

"Yuki-chan, give Naru-chan some space. She's hurt ok and come down to the table for some food."

Yuki fretted, "You're hurt? What happened? Is it serious?"

"I-I'm fine," Narue replied glancing away.

"Yuki-chan, you can ask Narue all the questions you want tomorrow ok. For now you girls come here and have some food."

Yuki reluctantly sat down at the table and stopped asking questions. She could see the tired, hollow look on her sister's face and it frightened her. Narue had always remained strong. She abhorred looking weak, to a fault. For her to completely look tired and as dishevelled as she was meant that something truly horrible had happened.

'After this, I'd like a live deer,' Narue thought poking at the raw meat. Her hunger had become painful since they had captured her. It had been weeks and she hadn't eaten raw meat let alone went on a hunt. If this continued she was sure she was going to pounce on the next human she saw.

"Yuki, looks as delicious as ever," Kyuubi added.

"Shut it," Narue growled before she realised that she'd said that out loud. Kaien and Yuki were giving her worried looks. "Sorry I was just talking to the annoying fox," she replied.

"What did he say?" Yuki asked curiously.

"That he's hungry," she replied vaguely. She didn't want to freak Yuki out by telling her the fox was specifically giving her images of Yuki's mauled body. Seriously Narue wondered if the Kyuubi was trying to make her condition worse than it already was. Of course now that she had the taste of human blood Narue found herself wanting more. It sent a shiver of disgust down her spine making the raw meat in front of her less appetising.

"I think I-I need some time to myself. Where did you say Zero was?"

"He's locked up in the underground cellar from before," Kaien replied getting a glare from Yuki.

Narue stood up and pushed her chair into the table. Zero was still fighting his urges and she could empathise with that. She didn't think she should be out here with Yuki close to her for a while. With her blood lust at an all-time high, Narue found it hard to just concentrate on anything other than the aching hunger.

She quickly made her way jumping from tree to tree until she made it to the cellar. The damp stone walls smelt like moss and cut grass. She took in the endless nature around her, her instincts calling for a hunt, a real hunt, consisting of unknowing people. She shuddered at the thought and calmed her instincts down before she opened the door and entered.

Cold grey eyes looked up in mild surprise as she walked in. Narue came over the shadowed figure of Zero and frowned in disgust. He was chained from neck to feet, holding him down. His tired visage matched her own.

"You're looking good," she commented sarcastically.

Zero looked Narue up and down and smirked. "Apparently as good as you."

"Can't argue there," she said slumping down next to the chained boy.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. "Last I heard you were abducted. I was sure the hunter's guild had cut you open."

"They didn't but someone else did," Narue answered as she took out some manga. "I thought I'd come by and distract myself from the hunger."

Zero accepted the book and frowned. The kitsune had always voiced her distrust for him openly and she often mocked him publically. He didn't understand why she was suddenly acting so kind. He accepted it regardless considering this wasn't pity but rather something else… empathy maybe?

"I didn't know you read manga," Zero mumbled as he looked through the shojo comics. He didn't particularly strike Narue as the romantic type either. He could imagine her reading action or crime instead.

"It's incredibly mindless. It's about normal high school girls meeting boys and thinking it's the end of the world when a minor problem occurs. My old… guardian once said that when you're young everything seems like the end of the world. Funny thing was that was the last thing he said before he was assassinated."

Zero didn't reply. He mulled over Narue's words as he skimmed through the book. The heroine just found out that her boyfriend was moving away and she had run away from him at the news. It was dramatic and unnecessary but some part of him wondered how he would react if Yuki were that person who ran away from him.

Narue let out a small breath and leaned her head against the damp stone walls before looking at the dark ceiling. She let her fox fire out, her skills in illusion making them imitate small foxes prancing in a field before it turned into a monster and ate its prey. Zero watched in horrified fascination.

"Do you ever wonder what it would have been like if you stayed in your world?" he asked looking at the hollowed face of his once sister.

A haunted look crossed her eyes before she blinked it away. "I don't want to be alone. You don't want to be alone. No one wants to be alone. If I had stayed there I would have died and if I had died the Kyuubi would have released its chakra on the world a hundred years later. Then the generation of people who truly deserved his wrath would have passed and their children would have to pay the price for their ancestors. If for some reason I managed to survive my execution then Danzo would have no doubt caught me and I would be used as a mindless weapon. Either way I would be alone."

Zero nodded. He understood entirely the need for emotional contact. In another circumstance he would have dismissed Narue entirely but it was during his isolation that he could embrace her. He imagined it would be entirely different if it was Yuki. He would feel that beautiful ache in his heart and that irrational urge to drink her blood. He lusted after her but not after Narue. In a way he felt safer sitting next to the Kitsune than his own sister.

"I can't control myself," Zero admitted. "I can't do it anymore."

"Did you drink Yuki's blood?" Narue asked, her voice wavering between anger and empathy.

"Hers and Kaname's," Zero admitted.

"So you're gay?" she joked.

Zero growled in response. "I hate vampires," he reminded her.

"And by extension yourself am I correct? So why don't you suicide? Take your life before it becomes any more miserable than it is," Narue replied coldly. "In the end there's something stopping you; something far more powerful than your hate for vampires. It's Yuki isn't it?"

"…Yes. I love her," he admitted.

Narue stood up and chuckled. "Who said these shoujo manga's weren't accurate. Your relationship with her could be made into a dramatic love story. It's tragic and everything."

"This isn't a story," Zero growled.

"It isn't is it," Narue replied smiling a little. "There's this amazing thing I learnt in chemistry about the science of love. Vampires being by nature pack members aren't immune to its debilitating effects. You know what Danzo used to whisper in my ear every night that left me paralysed. He would say 'one day child, you will learn to let go of love'. He swooped in like a classic villain while he was at it."

Zero didn't reply as he watched the bitter girl leave. She would joke, she would belittle, but he knew she meant more with her words. Behind her immature façade of superiority he saw the same longing behind jaded glasses. The message underlying her sudden speech was always that one day things were going to end. He could see she was frightened that it would be soon. It was a familiar fear. He had spent most of his childhood haunted by the thoughts that one day his peaceful life would end with Yuki. Suddenly he felt irritated with the nosy blonds visit.

At least he forgot the hunger for a few minutes

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The news had reached the night class of Narue's return and they rightfully decided not to ask any further on the news received. Despite the years of classes taken together one thing was certain; Narue was not a Vampire. She may have been a creature of the night, much like them, but she was not one of them per say. Were it any normal character they would have decidedly become righteously hostile to her presence but Narue was kind despite her cold behaviour and many of the students had faced her kindness firsthand. It was not the simple kind of outgoing nature, rather the subtle gestures she displayed that told them she cared. Small things like covering for Aido if he made a voiced mistake in class, offering somewhat crude yet underlying caring words of advice, and even going out of her way to help during assignments despite her barely above average grades. They weren't necessary, nor were they even helpful, but she did them anyway. So out of silent respect of the Kitsune the class assumed to piling class notes for her. It was meticulously done, sometimes with the occasional word of encouragement sneakily added into the notes but for a group of blood sucking vampires it was the equivalent of a romantic sonnet.

Similarly the class made sure that Takuma knew they were there with him. Narue rightfully didn't come to classes even a week in from her arrival but they made sure to make Takuma the sweets that he and Narue loved so they could send him off. The blonde vampire put on the same smile but they could see a hidden pain glinting in his eyes as he looked away. No one knew what could do to help other than simply be there so they stayed silent on the situation.

Kaname paid little attention. His thoughts were on the up-coming storm.

So thank you guys for reading this, following and favourite whenever you could. I give special kudos to whoever was bothered enough to comment and encourage me. I know I'm not good enough of a person for you to go out of my way like that (jks I am amazing). I secretly am a comment whore though and I absolutely love reading comments.

If anyone wants to pick up this story just pm me and I can get it sorted for you. I just lost the inspiration to continue this. Sorry guys I originally wanted to write some romance but I really suck at it so it's probably for the best if someone else continues this. Also I have my final exams for school next week and then a month to prepare for my HSC exams. Pray for me guys. It's really fucking scary. (T_T)