Dear Readers, I hope you enjoy the story. This story will have lemons but I wanted to just start it off. Please review to tell me what you think!

Warnings: its M rated, you fucking know the goddamned warnings!

Disclaimer: I don't own HNKNA! (-Cries-)

Predator dominates the prey!

Chapter 1- Stalk the fox

Blood's P.O.V

Before I had laid my eyes on him my life had been lonesome. Besides work and fulfilling other duties there wasn't much fun or amusing things to do. Until one day at the train station I saw him. If love at first sight really exists then it was defiantly that. My GOD he was beautiful. I was aware that his features were rare. He was not your average day guy; I filled with rage at the idea of him being already taken. The angel had an orange halo of long shaggy hair and green iridescent orbs. Then I studied his broad shoulders as they turned side to side as he picked up trash. My eyes traveled down his long torso to his skinny waist. I could feel my hands flexing with the want of grabbing his waist and pulling him into me. Call me a pervert but I don't convert to the rules of a pure mind especially when this unexpected dream is right in front of me.

Sadly I noticed he was too skinny and his skin was an unnatural sickly pale. What is making this angel suffer? I moved closer to him, missing the train I was going to board. Up close I could see deep bags under his eyes. Despite the signs of lack of health and sleep, he was even more memorizing up close. He was like a fox. The creature shared the same orange hair and beady shining eyes. Both still managed to be cute and handsome at the same time. He had a skinny body but seemed to have a strong mind. I could predict his gentle nature and feisty attitude. At a quick pace he swept up the trash bag that lined the can and replaced it with a new one. He had an unbreakable focus to pick up the remaining trash. I frowned at the thought of him doing such an ordinary job. No angel of mine-Well of course he's mine- should be cleaning up the mess of other people. If he was healthy he could be a model, he was definitely had the looks to be one. 'Or you could be mine' I thought. Suddenly I realized that I had walked close to the boy who was now bending over to the ground continuing to pick up trash with plastic gloves on. I bended backwards to get a view of his rear end. Unfortunately I couldn't tell since his pants seemed to be a few sizes large on him. My heart ran a mile a second as I was mentally drawn in closer. Before I knew it my hand was reaching to stroke his hair. Luckily, I pulled away realizing my stupidity.

Even though I had already declared that he would be mine, I knew to not do anything. I didn't even know his name. Plus, I wanted to make a better impression as his new master. Although the saddening thought of him being straight drove me mad. So I decided that I would study my new prey. You better prepare you cute poor little fox a lion is coming your way and he's hungry.

Blood P.O.V

Since that day I stalk him from his house to school to work. I discovered that he was indeed poor. He lives in a poor ghetto like neighborhood, in a one story piece of crap house. The front lawn is fully brown not even weeds could survive in the un-watered soil. Counting the people that enter the house, there's a mother who comes home around 10 p.m. and leaves at 2:30 p.m. for work, a young girl definitely within the ages of five and six who is probably his sister and then a always pissed of looking man who always carried a bottle of alcohol with him. I growl in disgust of having my angel live with such a horrible man.

My angel attends high school even though the poor thing has to walk at least three miles. Even worse he has two jobs. One is where I met him at the train station which he goes to before school at 4 a.m. The next one is at Wal-Mart where he works from 4:30 p.m. to 11 p.m. Both jobs probably don't pay that well. I wonder how he gets sleep. But, it's obvious that he doesn't get much.

Fortunately I did find out good information about my fox that I learned from a way to talkative slutty girl who goes to my angel's school. First, he is a total virgin. Good, I will be the first and only person that will ever touch him. The girl also mentioned he is extremely innocent since he always fainted from the embarrassing information in sex education class. I got no information if he was gay or not since she didn't know, but I did learn his name.

Elliot March

Sigh, what a perfect name for my fox. I still continue to track him, watching him from a far. Honestly, I'm his predator he's my prey. How can something so beautiful have yet to be claimed?

I can't wait any longer and neither can he. Elliot is more skinny and tired looking than ever. He continues to work even though he is practically slowly dying. I must save my angel before he crumbles. He should be glowing with health and in my arms. And he will. I will be his knight in shining armor saving him from this nightmare. I've got the money. I'm the leader of the mafia. I was raised to be in a mafia and eventually succeeded my Dad's place as the Boss.

I'm mad just as I am equally bad. I tell you to do something you do it. When I'm angry I'm more threatening than a rabid dog. Don't mess with me; I have strategy and the strongest mafia on my side. I'll take pleasure in killing you with my own bare hands. Bitch please you don't scare me an inch. And you never touch what is mine. That includes my Elliot.

Elliot is beautiful, but I too have attractive looks. My hair black and shiny as a raven's feather it travels to the end of my neck. I have icy blue eyes like the snow demon I am. I usually dress in suits but my street clothes are V neck black and white shirts, black boots, black jeans, and a sleek expensive leather jacket. My image screams bad boy. I guess that is true. I prefer the term monster to fit me more. Finally, I am going to meet my Elliot. I wonder what his reaction will be when he sees me. He ought to be fucking blown away. Here I come Elliot I am going to save you.

As I walk into the large store I look for Elliot at the cashier stations. But, only one cashier was there since it was 10:30 p.m. and there weren't that many people. I continue through the store looking for my prize. Finally, I spot him in front of the refrigerators where the milk is kept. He is putting more dairy products up for purchase. Before I can reach him a cubby woman comes up to him, she has horrible fake red hair, and the face of a pretty rat. Her red hair looks awful compared to Elliot's glowing orange halo.

"Can you take care of the soy sauce spill on ally six, I have something to do in the back, the mop and bucket are already at the spill," The woman spoke.

"Yes I can," Elliot replied.

His voice is beautiful. It's not that deep. The fat bitch walks off. Clean up the god damned soy sauce spill on your own, you could use the exercise. Don't ask my skeleton of a boy to do your work for you. Elliot walks to over where the spill is and mops it up in no time, then returns to back to his work. I lean against one of the many refrigerator doors and watch him work. I wait for when he notices me. That will be my cue to introduce myself to my precious prey.

THE END- Next chapter will start off where this left off. And the next chapter will also be in Elliot's P.O.V

Blood: Fuck you fan fiction writers!

Elliot: Do you really think I have an orange halo?

Blood: …..

Elliot: Boss?

Blood: …..

Elliot: Answer my question!

Blood: YES YOUR HAIR IS FRIKEN GORGEOUS! HAPPY NOW!

Elliot: (grins happily) –dances in circles-

Blood: You did this!

Fan Fic writer: Well I could have Elliot be the bad boy, and you the innocent one.

Blood: You wouldn't….

Fan Fic writer: I would

Blood: O.O Elliot hold me.

Elliot: OKAY! Anything you say Boss!