thexlittlexlisa: My second story *-* I'm German so don't be so hard to me, like spelling and Grammar fails, i hope you don't mind it that much :D

Amu: thexlittlexlisa doesn't own Shugo Chara!

Ikuto sat quietly in the darkened corner. He didn't move a muscle. He barely breathed. One false move could mean death. And depending on who delivered the death, it could be quick and painless, or long and agonizing. Hunters, who made a false move, were often victims of the latter one.

He gripped the wooden stake at his side. Gently he touched the tip with his thumb. It had to be the lightest touch, as one drop of blood would guarantee him death. Satisfied with the sharpness of the stake, he dropped him thumb to the side.

A wicked laugh broke the silence of the night. He recognized the laugh immediately. It was the woman he was hunting, Lulu, although Lulu could hardly be called a woman. Women don't live, or exist rather, for over four hundred years and still look nineteen.

There was a man with her, no doubt her prey. Poor bastard doesn't even know, Ikuto thought. Lulu was dressed as any whore would be. Ikuto wasn't surprised. Her kind often worked at brothels. It was actually quite intelligent if one thought about it. Not only could they feed, but they made money too. And then if the fool was dumb enough, which they often were, they'd follow the whore where ever she led him.

Ikuto heard the man whisper something, whispering sweet-nothings in French. Lulu giggled. He listened easily. His senses were strong, most hunters' were. The more he hunted, the more he killed, the stronger his senses got.

Then he knew Lulu was significantly distracted. He could hear her as she was kissing the man. Swiftly and quietly, he came out of hiding. She heard him and turned. Her lip curled back just enough to hiss at Ikuto and reveal her fangs. But before she could lunge at him, he hurled the stake at her.

With precision, the stake hit her right in the heart. No sound came from her mouth, she didn't react. Lulu just crumpled to the floor. In an instant, her body began to decay rapidly.

Her skin melted away, giving off an acrid smell. The odor was sweet to Ikuto and almost gave him a high. But to the man who had been with her, it was sickening. He paid no attention as the man gasped for air; he knew he'd be fine. Standing over the body, or what was left of it, Ikuto watched as her skeleton was exposed. Then it began to burn as well, the ashes floating away on the breeze.

Lulu was no more. She had met her final death. Ikuto's stake fell to the side, as there was nothing more to hold it up. Bending down, he grabbed it. He noticed the man was now on his knees staring in disbelief.

"You alright," Ikuto asked him, placing the stake back in his bag.

"I think so. What the hell was that?"

Still squatting, Ikuto was able to make eye contact with the man. By making eye contact, it would ensure him that this man would have no recollection.

"That," Ikuto began, "was a vampire."

"Didn't you mother ever teach you not to play with your food?" Amu's tone of voice was irritated as Tadase continued to torment the barmaid.

"Now Sweety, I've been telling you forever that you can taste their fear," he told her. He brought his face close to his victim's neck and inhaled. The woman trembled.

"Please," she begged. "Don't do this." Tadase laughed. "I have children."

"No you don't," he spat at her. "You're a virgin. I can smell it in your blood." Leaning forward, he licked her neck. "It tastes delicious and sweet."

The woman began to weep. Amu watched as Tadase's eyes light up. He loved when his victims were afraid. She knew he was right, the blood did taste better when they knew what was happening to them. Amu had followed his ways of hunting after he turned her.

Eventually she grew tired of tormenting her prey. There was enough fear when she caught them; she saw no reason to make them suffer. Of course, their was the occasional victim who deserved it. Unfortunately, breaking into prisons on a regular basis was dangerous.

"Yes that's it virgin," He went on. "Cry. Beg for me to spare you." He smiled, showing off his fangs. He ran his tongue across them.

"Oh for God's sake Tadase!" Fed up with him, Amu grabbed the woman and snapped her neck with a simple flick of her wrists. The body dropped to the ground. He wouldn't feed from a dead body.

"Bitch," Tadase hissed. He made a movement to slap her, but before his hand could make contact with her face, she leaped over him. A light tinge in the horizon caught his eye.

"Keep acting foolish like that Tadase. You know it only takes a split second of distraction for a hunter to kill us." He looked up and saw Amu sitting above him on a tree limb. "A nine hundred year old vampire should know better," she mocked.

He let out a low growl. "I'm going to ground. I'll deal with you at sunset." With that he was gone. She rolled her eyes and jumped from her roost, landing softly on the ground.

She looked to the east, seeing it was brighter. Not wanting to go to her coffin, Amu clawed at the dirt. It took less than a minute for her to burrow six feet into the dirt, away from the death of the sun.

thexlittlexlisa: So my second story. I Hope you liked it, I'm german so don't be so critical.

Amu: Oh yes, I'm am the Vampire here!

Ikuto: I'm so cool : 3

thexlittlexlisa: Review please! :) and look at my other story it's Rimahiko (: