Hello fellow readers! I just signed up for Fanfiction last Friday. I was bored and thought "what the heck?" and signed up. This is my very first fic as you may have guessed, I'm new after all. I'm going to type up a Claymore story; this one's been in my head for a long time. Not sure how many of you will like it but I'm confident in my writing abilities. Read and enjoy please!

Thunder rumbled from outside of the cave both Teresa and Clare were residing in. A fire crackled from just a few feet in front of Teresa. Clare was snuggled up to Teresa fast asleep; traveling had finally taken its toll on our young friend. The moment she closed her eyes, Clare had sunk blissfully into the land of dreams. Teresa had scooted closer to the fire to keep Clare warm so she wouldn't catch a cold. They had been walking along the trail when the storm had hit. If Teresa had been alone she could have just simply walked through it, not being bothered by the biting cold and the harsh winds. But she had a young child with her and Clare wasn't accustomed to handling such conditions. Luckily there had been a cave nearby and they were now residing in it.

Teresa sighed and brushed her hair behind her ear. Ever since she had gotten away from her execution, Teresa had pressed forward hard, intending on putting as much distance between herself and the organization as she could. It hadn't been exactly a walk in the park for Clare but she had pulled through. Looking back on what she did, Teresa didn't regret killing those bandits. They had hurt Clare and were planning to hurt her even more. They paid for what they did with their lives. Teresa shuddered slightly when she remembered Clare being in the hands (well, one hand) of the bandit she had driven away.

"She and I are gonna have a lot of fun. I like it when she screams."

Teresa remembered the burning rage and hatred she had felt when he had said those things. He was going to rape Clare and that would have shattered her for life.

And Teresa had lost it in that moment, sacrificing everything to save her.

Teresa gently stroked Clare's hair and Clare snuggled closer, purring in delight. Teresa chuckled and continued stroking her hair. She owed the child; it was thanks to her that she wasn't a heartless monster anymore. Clare had seen that Teresa was suffering silently, in great pain, desperate, and sad. Teresa had at first tried to get rid of her but Clare had been stubborn and continued to follow her. She just wouldn't give up, and eventually Teresa allowed her to travel with her.

And then that night came…..

Teresa was unarmed and the bandit that had been following them tried to rape her. Teresa didn't even try to run or fight. She thought she didn't have the right to stop him; she was going to let him do what he pleased. Then Clare arrived and he turned his attention on her instead. Teresa had managed to drive him away and had asked Clare if she was alright. What surprised her was that Clare had rushed forward and hugged her. She even spoke! Teresa would never forget those moments.

"Your eyes…there just like mine. You're scared, alone and you're hurting so badly you can't stand it but you don't want anyone to know. I know... how you feel."

A faint smile tugged at Teresa's lips. Despite her own pain, Clare had given her love and understanding. She had also taught her something she thought she would never learn.

That tears can still be shed from silver eyes like these

Teresa leaned lightly back more against her claymore and began to think. Since she was number one in the ranks, it was likely Orsay, her former handler, would gather numbers two through five. The organization would task them with the mission of taking her head. Teresa wasn't worried though, she could handle them all just fine. However, she wasn't looking forward to facing Irene. They had been through a lot together and had become best friends over the years. She would try to avoid killing her; she will also avoid killing the rest of the killing team if she could help it.

But what if somehow, someway, she…

"No!" Teresa thought "I will live through this and continue traveling with Clare."

Speaking of the devil…..

"Teresa…"

Teresa looked down at Clare but then realized she was still fast asleep.

"I don't…want to lose…you." Clare mumbled "I…love you."

Teresa eyes widened a little and her heart began to pick up the pace. She even felt her cheeks start to warm up slightly giving her a faint blush. She will admit she was surprised, no one had ever said that to her. She knew Clare cared for her a lot but it was refreshing when you hear it. Teresa and lowered her head and gently kissed Clare on the top of her head.

"I-" She cleared her throat "I love you too Clare."

She felt rather then saw Clare smile and she snuggled even closer to her. Teresa chuckled again and wrapped her arms around Clare. She looked outside of the cave entrance and saw that the storm had cleared a little. The moon suddenly appeared from behind a cloud and bathed the cavern with moonlight. Teresa studied the moon, marveling its beauty before it disappeared behind another cloud. She suddenly sensed a flare of yoki deeper in the cave and her head snapped into that direction. She frowned as she carefully detected more yoki auras. There had to be nine, no, ten of them. All yoma, no awakened beings.

Teresa gently untangled Clare from her and put her onto the ground. She wanted to laugh at the instant pout that came onto Clare's face but this wasn't the time. She picked up her claymore and walked several steps forward before she stopped.

And waited

She simply waited

Then after a minute, they appeared all rustling forward. They were all taller then her by two feet. In the fire light, there green skin looked black and there golden eyes flashed menacingly. They all stopped when she raised her blade.

"Well, it seems we have a claymore on our hands." One of the yoma's said

"We just want the girl claymore. She's going to be our dinner" Another said "Step aside and we won't have to kill you."

"Leave this place." Teresa said calmly "Or you all will die."

That caused a gust of laughter to echo through the cavern. "If you don't know how to count claymore, there are ten of us and only one of you. You're outnumbered."

Teresa's silver eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. "I've just about had it with your arrogant attitudes you pathetic weaklings."

All the yoma snarled and charged her! Teresa gripped the hilt with both hands and waited until they were in range. She ducked as a yoma's outstretched claws went over her head and collided with the cave wall. In one swing, she killed half of the yoma's and they dropped lifelessly to the ground. Two of the yoma's attacked her by stretching there claws at her! Teresa merely deflected them off of her blade and ran toward them! She chopped off one of their heads and split the other one in half! She sensed a yoki aura behind her and jumped as a yoma's fist slammed into the ground where she had just been standing! Teresa dropped down and stabbed the yoma that had just been about to grab her! Pulling her weapon free, Teresa turned and cut of both legs of the yoma that had just attacked her before! It fell heavily onto the ground and she raised her blade and impaled it into its head! Pulling it free, she looked around.

"How many did I kill?" She thought as she began to count the dead bodies. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight…nine…"

She stopped "How careless of me again. I've missed one. Where is-"

Teresa froze when she pinpointed where the last yoma was.

It was right beside Clare.

The yoma cackled as it stared down at its dinner. It licked its horrible green lips and began to reach toward Clare.

It never even touched her

Teresa appeared right in front of it, stopping its advance.

The yoma swallowed as it looked into Teresa's cold silver eyes. It could see its fate in them and knew it was going to die.

"You tried to take Clare." Teresa said softly "You've dug your own grave."

She landed a savage kick onto its chest and the yoma was sent flying past its dead brothers and slammed into the wall! Shaking its head, the yoma tried to flee.

Unfortunately Teresa wouldn't let him

With stunning speed, Teresa dashed forward and stabbed the yoma in the heart!

The yoma stared at the blade for a long moment before looking up into Teresa's eyes.

"Damn…you." It said before the life flickered out of its eyes.

Teresa pulled her claymore out of its chest and flicked it around to get the blood off of it. She returned to the camp fire and was relieved that Clare hadn't woken up.

"I guess she's a heavy sleeper." Teresa thought

She stabbed her claymore back into the ground, sat down, and leaned against it. At the same time, she scooped Clare up into her arms and the sleeping girl instantly snuggled up against her, a smile of relief on her face. Teresa pressed her cheek against Clare's head and closed her eyes, getting comfortable. She decided she would try and get some sleep. Even though she would probably never admit it, she was a little tired herself. She could use some well earned rest.

"May as well get some sleep while I have the chance." She thought

Done at last! It wasn't too boring was it? Please review and tell me what you think. I promise you it will get more interesting as I continue to write. So if you will, please continue reading this. If there's any mistake's in my writing, let me know!