Hello! Just so you all know, this is a test chapter of some sort. So I don't know if I'm going to continue this or not. This is my first KNB fanfic so please tell me how I'm doing with characterization. That's all I wanted to say so enjoy!

Chapter 1: A New Dark

"Tch, this sucks." a blue haired teen said to himself, though it was masked by the cheers of the towering crowd surrounding him. The numerous sounds hurt his keen ears and the different scents bombarded his sensitive nose without mercy. Aomine watched as a basketball went into the hoop of a team, creating the overwhelming shouts and noises of the mass to increase tenfold. He had to force himself not to place his hands over his ears; the continuous clamor was beginning to create a headache and already he was starting to feel woozy.

He huffed in annoyance. Why couldn't the Leader have made the others go on this assignment? Since they're used to doing undercover missions they're more suited to this kind of environment. Aomine would much rather be in the middle of a battle than sneaking around playing ninja, trying to find two leeches. Patience wasn't one of his best qualities. But at least their targets were at a basketball game; it's been a while since Aomine has come close to any kind of enjoyment.

He tore his eyes away from the match and studied the clock. Only ten minutes left of the fourth quarter. He clenched his teeth in anger. All this time and they haven't even gotten close to finding them! I swear when I find even one of them I'll rip them to shreds personally for being so annoying! He thought furiously to himself as he pulled up his hood to cover his head and quietly slipped back into the heated crowd. He narrowed his eyes. I hate vampires.

"That was amazing!"

Kuroko almost tipped over when a powerful hand rammed into his back, making him loose his balance. He steadied himself and looked up to the smiling face of Kiyoshi.

"I only passed the ball as usual." Kuroko responded as he wiped a towel over his wet forehead. The game had been an intense one, he was sure they weren't going to win when almost all their offensive maneuvers had been defeated by the other team's defense. And being a team that practically relies on their run-and-gun style made their odds for winning seem slim. Barely any of Kuroko's passes had made it through the team's openings and Kuroko was furious that he was so useless during the game.

"But if it wasn't for you then we wouldn't have been able to make that last score and win!" Koganei swooped in a wrapped and arm around Kuroko's shoulders. He patted his head a few times, grinning impishly before taking off to change out of uniform.

Kuroko sighed and smoothed his hair down. True, they were down by one point and the game only had twelve seconds left. All of them were tired and about pushed to their limits. But when Kuroko was thrown the ball he saw Kagami break free from the one marking him and took a chance by passing the ball to perform one of their infamous alley-oops. If Kagami had been even a second off they would have lost the game; a lot of faith was shown between the two members in order to execute that one play. And Kuroko wasn't disappointed when Kagami slammed the ball into the basket gaining them two points and winning the match.

Kiyoshi smiled cheekily. "For a second there I thought we would have surely lost. But it's good to know that you have teammates that don't give up, even till the end." He leaned down and ran his hand through the smaller teen's hair, tousling the strands and making it stand up.

Kuroko swatted his hand away and pressed his hair back. He couldn't help but think that the tall brunette did that on purpose to get on his nerves. Why was it that everyone wanted to touch his head or mess up his hair? It's not like he enjoyed the contact and quite frankly it only proved to annoy him. Kuroko let out a puff of air and turned his gazed to his light who was just starting to change out of his clothes. Kuroko excused himself from Kiyoshi and joined Kagami near the end of the locker room.

"You don't look very happy."

"Gaaah!" Kagami jumped in the air and dropped his water on the ground. "Kuroko!" Kagami glared at the bluenette at fault. "Would you stop doing that?!" he leaned down to pick up the overturned bottle. Thank God the lid was closed. "And what do you mean I don't look happy?"

Kuroko stared at the team's power forward with irritation. It wasn't too hard to figure out that Kagami's usual bravado after a game was slightly diminished. Having his attacks repeatedly stopped one after another was enough to put the fiery player into a heavy gloom.

"Kagami-kun's emotions aren't that hard to figure out." Kuroko elaborated while he took off his shirt and changed into a fresher one. "Did the game upset you?" he asked quietly and pulled on a new pair of pants.

Kagami closed his eyes and clenched his teeth before slamming his fist into the locker in front of him. "I was completely useless! I couldn't do anything against them!"

Most of the team had already left the room but his sudden outburst caught the attention of Hyūga and Izuki, the only ones who were left besides them. They shared a glance before joining the rookie-duo.

Hyūga crossed his arms and stood in front of the distraught redhead. "You weren't completely useless. If you hadn't been there then most of our shots wouldn't have made it through the first half." He tried to reason with him.

Hyūga's words didn't seem to dissuade Kagami's thoughts though when all Kagami did was frown and look at his shoes, so Izuki put a hand to the younger's shoulder to try and comfort him. "Look, even if you didn't score as much as you usually do, you were the only one to break through their defense and keep them from scoring so much." Izuki smiled reassuringly.

Kagami snorted and roughly pulled his arm away from the point guard. This action marred the usual coolheaded teen's face with a frown of his own. Izuki didn't say anything about it but that didn't go for the same with the clutch shooter who had an enraged expression. Kagami sweat dropped and took a nervous step backwards when he saw his captain's appearance. Maybe he had taken it a bit too far.

"Bakagami!" Hyūga yelled and smacked the back of his underclassmen's head vigorously. "All we're trying to do is help you! You don't have to act all pissy about it!" He hit Kagami again for good measure to get his point across. "I won't stand for this kind of disrespect from an underling!" Kagami reared back clutching his abused head but still wouldn't take his eyes off the ground. Hyūga sighed and placed his hands on his hips. "Idiot, we won the game because of you two. You should be happy."

With those last words Hyūga turned around and exited the room, Izuki smiling sheepishly at them before following their captain. Kuroko watched them leave thoughtfully for a moment then resumed staring at the confused redhead. Kagami was silent for a while until he noticed his shadow giving him a blank look.

"What?" he snapped and turned back to finish getting ready.

"They're right you know." Kuroko answered quietly. He stuffed his sweaty uniform in his bag and laced up his shoes. Kagami only stood there watching the small phantom with a dejected look on his face. He released a breath of air and pulled his bag over his shoulder.

"It's not like I think they're wrong. I just can't help but feel like I wasn't much help in the game with being stopped and all." The redhead led the way through the building, his pace was slow as he thought over the previous match. It frustrated him that the players made it look so easy to stop the ace of Seirin's basketball team. Kagami had gotten so furious that Aida had taken him out of the game to cool his head for a while.

Kuroko followed Kagami silently. He knew exactly how Kagami felt all too well. It infuriated him that almost none of his passes had made it to his teammates. It wasn't that the other team could see him, his misdirection wasn't something that could be easily outdone, but whenever a pass was made to the phantom player all of the other team members were being blocked by the tight defense the others held. So there wasn't much Kuroko could do when he had the ball for too long and was soon seen by the enemy players.

Kuroko gripped his bag a little tighter. It made him feel so helpless.

While Kuroko was walking his head had been lowered to face the ground. The match had left him feeling quite downhearted and he didn't want to see the cheery faces of the people they passed so he kept his eyes on the back of Kagami's feet. But when Kagami's form shifted and a new pair of feet walked passed him, it was only a few seconds before those feet came too close and the body that was attached to them came crashing into the lithe bluenette.

Kuroko felt the ground come into contact with his backside and a dull throb shot through his spine at the impact. He let a small "oof" escape from his mouth. The first thing Kuroko observed about the figure in front of him was that he was tall, perhaps even taller than Kagami. His eyes traveled to the face of the person and landed on dark blue eyes that held a glint of surprise in them. Apparently his presence, as usual, had gone unnoticed by the dark skinned teen. Kuroko could see the tips of deep blue strands of hair peek out from under the hood he was wearing. Kuroko couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the menacing aura the teen practically oozed.

The teen's stance morphed into a casual and laidback posture before his face changed into annoyance. "Oi, watch it." The taller snapped and moved around the fallen bluenette, continuing on his path.

How rude. Kuroko mused to himself and stood up, patting dust off his clothes. He watched the other teen walk down the corridor before disappearing around a corner. Kuroko thought of how the bluenette's eyes had changed so intensely when he had bypassed him; it was almost eerily scary. Who was that person? Kuroko stared after the retreating back of the stranger but was called over from Kagami when he noticed the phantom player had been left behind. Kuroko shook his head and hurried to catch up.

When the duo stepped outside they were met with the cool breeze of early spring. It caressed their cheeks and bit at their noses. Kuroko pulled up the collar from his jacket higher to cover his face. They walked for a while and soon the sun had set behind the buildings of the city. When they came to the point where they would go their separate ways it was dark out and the temperature had dropped quite a bit.

"See ya later Kuroko." Kagami waved and headed down the street.

Kuroko held up his hand. "Goodbye Kagami-kun." He wasn't very pleased when they had been told where the game was being held. Since it was so far away, it would be a good other hour before the bluenette would arrive home. It was already so late at night and Kuroko could see his breath in the brisk air. Kuroko heaved the bag further up his shoulder and began the long walk back home.

The walk itself wasn't hard, but after playing such an intense game it left his muscles aching and begging to stop and rest. Kuroko stood next to an old building and placed his hand on the cold brick. It bit into his flesh but he didn't have the strength to remove it and leant heavily against the wall. Curse his horrible stamina! Now he wished he had taken the train instead.

The small teen shook his head to clear the vertigo and took a step forward. But that was when he heard the, otherwise small crash, of a trashcan tipping over in one of the alleyways from across the street. The bang seemed to reverberate through the silent city.

The ominous sound unnerved Kuroko. It's probably just a stray cat. He told himself, trying to ease his mind from the eerie alley. He clutched at the strap of his bag tighter and, ignoring the black hole between the two buildings, put another foot in front of the other to continue his walk home. He made it another few steps before the rattling sound of a bike tipping over reached his ears.

The bluenette paused mid-step and glanced over to the upturned bicycle behind him. The chain that held it to the lamppost was broken and the front wheel of the bicycle was spinning around as it lay. Kuroko gulped, he had just passed that bike. Maybe the chain was just old. He tried to reason with himself. This was starting to look like the beginnings of a horror film.

He picked up his pace and rounded the corner leaving the ethereal bike and strange noises behind him, only to come face to face with a street that was almost completely in the dark. The lights to all the lamps had peculiarly gone out besides the occasional two that flickered on and off with the usual low buzzing sound. Kuroko looked behind him to the previous street. He couldn't go the way he came, the street eventually became a dead end and never came close to Kuroko's house. On the other hand though, Kuroko didn't feel much to go treading through the dark and creepy pathway. But it was practically the only, and fastest, way to get home.

Sighing to himself Kuroko thought that with his luck so far he'll probably come across a big hole and fall into it. Making up his mind, the phantom player drew in a quick breath and all but ran through the blackened mist, the darkness swallowing him up as he ventured further from the safety of the light.

The street seemed to stretch on forever and as he ran through the murky street Kuroko was on the verge of collapsing from his muscle exertion. The cold air burned his lungs as he panted, desperate for air, and made his throat feel as if it were closing up painfully. Kuroko flew around the corner and stopped to catch his breath, his knees practically buckling under his weight. He closed his eyes and lifted his hand to the light pole beside him to steady his balance.

Once his heart slowed down and he almost caught his breath Kuroko opened his eyes to see shiny shards of glass litter the ground around his feet. He took a few steps back to observe the streetlamp above him. The glass had been broken and the tiny bulb resting inside of it flickered on and off in its last desperate attempts to remain lit.

The phantom player glanced to the other lamps residing on both sides of the sidewalk and, upon noticing that the same fate had been given to them, came to the conclusion that someone had purposely broken all the lights down the street. Kuroko watched as the small lightbulb gave its last flicker of life before the area surrounding it was obscured in darkness. It didn't help Kuroko's case when he looked to the sky and saw that the moon was hidden behind a layer of storm clouds, showing the promising signs of rain later.

The anxious bluenette turned back around to continue his journey, having grown tired of the little escapade. He was now beyond exhausted with having his adrenaline heightened for the second time that day and just wanted to go home and sleep the rest of the day away in his nice comfy bed. He trudged forward in the direction of his house.

Now Kuroko was well known for his ability to observe things quite quickly in great detail. So even when he was practically half dead and his eyes were on the edge of becoming blurry with his heavy eyelids, Kuroko caught the barely visible flash of motion from in front of him.

The form itself wasn't that distinguishable since it was coated in black but Kuroko could have sworn that the thing looked like the body of a person. It wasn't a while after that when he heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps. But that wasn't the only problem. As they came closer Kuroko could pinpoint the numbers of the steps and concluded that there were at least three people surrounding him.

They ran around him in circles. Never giving away their specific location but not near enough to where Kuroko could identify them. All he could see were the blackish blurs they left behind as they glided through the night. Having enough of this Kuroko took off at a sprint, a new batch of adrenaline rushing through his veins. He couldn't say he wasn't glad. The adrenaline was most likely the only thing keeping him going at this point.

Kuroko dodged through winding turns in the streets and made sudden changes in his direction to try and throw his pursuers off. His heart felt as if it was going to burst through his chest but Kuroko pushed through the pain. He would rather not become a victim to whatever those three were possibly planning for him.

He knew that going home to his empty house wouldn't be the best option, so the bluenette stopped short and changed directions again to head down to Kagami's place. His apartment was settled in the middle of the city and Kuroko hoped that his pursuers didn't have the courage to go chasing him through the crowded streets of the city. He whipped out his cellphone and shakily pushed the numbers to Kagami's cell.

He only got to the last number however. Kuroko was about to dial the call button but was stopped forcefully when something not unlike a wall blocked his path. One second he was running for dear life but in the next, Kuroko had ended up on the floor not knowing what had happened. The impact had forcefully taken the breath from his lungs and his phone was lost in the fall. Kuroko lay there gasping for air and tried to come up with an answer as to why Lady Luck just didn't seem to be on his side today.

He raised his head groggily only to see his pursuers and decided that luck had a definite nasty sense of humor. He sighed in defeat and let his head hit the ground again. Maybe they were just some people who needed directions to the nearest convenience store? Kuroko took one look at the malicious glint in their eyes and squashed that thought down. However, he then noticed that only two of them were there. Odd. He thought. He could have sworn that there were three of them.

He shakily stood up and dusted the dirt off from his clothes in an attempt to seem impassive. If these guys wanted to get a rise out of him then he wouldn't satisfy them in the least.

"I'm sorry," Kuroko began, "I didn't see you there." Maybe he could talk his way out of this. If anything he could at least distract them long enough so that he could slip away using his misdirection. It was a large gamble but it was worth the risk. He might be able to collect his phone along the way and call the police. His eyes began to lazily drift inconspicuously along the ground for his phone; he should probably hurry before another one of them came to help.

"Oh, it's quite alright."

One of the two spoke up. Kuroko studied his rather small appearance and jumpy way he seemed to move. The guy appeared as if he couldn't stand still and was constantly moving around. His eyes carried large bags beneath them like he had insomnia and flickered every which way in suspicion. He was short, even shorter than Kuroko and had unevenly chopped hair covering his eyes. Kuroko caught the glimpse of blue eyes through the curtain of his black hair. "You see, that's what we wanted. We just love to play with our food before we eat. Don't we Shion?" the insomniac addressed a larger male beside him. Ignoring the odd use of words, Kuroko's attention moved to the other male.

He was extremely buff. That was the first thing that ran through Kuroko's mind. The one called Shion looked as if he could lift a car with one hand. His brown hair was unkempt and his green eyes drooped in laziness, as if he threatened and killed people on regular bases. And just like his appearance portrayed Kuroko wasn't disappointed when he heard the telltale deep voice ring in his ears when he replied to insomniac's first question.

"No I actually think it's just you who likes to do that." Shion deadpanned unenthusiastically. "Besides, we aren't here to eat him. We have a job to do remember?"

Insomniac crossed his arms in a pout at Shion's statement. "Why do you always have to be such a buzzkill Shion?" he stomped his foot like a three year old.

Kuroko was a bit amused that the two possible serial killers could be so childish, and they didn't seem to know that you shouldn't take your eyes off your captive. Kuroko, having located his phone, sneaked a few steps to the left to where he was within reaching distance of the electronic. The two continued to argue, practically forgetting about Kuroko. He silently reached down to pick up his phone but it was swiped away before he got within three inches of it.

A little annoyed Kuroko stood face to chest with the mysterious third member who suddenly showed up. I knew that there were three. He mused to himself.

This one, unlike the other two, looked normal. Kuroko had to lean his head back a bit to see his face but other than his height the guy seemed pretty average. He had black hair that was slicked back out of his eyes and a common looking face, and he wore clothes that didn't particularly stand out. All in all, he was the kind of person you could easily forget about, but when Kuroko got to his eyes, his breath caught in his throat. His eyes weren't normal at all. The whites of his eyes were black leaving the color of his irises to be the only thing visible and large black veins protruded from his face, surrounding his eyes in a cryptic maze of black. What's more is that when he grinned ruthlessly at the bluenette, he showed off abnormally large canines framing his mouth.

Kuroko gulped and took a step back. Now he knew for certain that his fatigue was catching up to him and causing him to be delusional. But just why did his mind have to make up something like this? He didn't even like supernatural things!

The creepy eyed male held up Kuroko's phone with a leer. "Did you want this?" he asked nonchalantly. When Kuroko didn't reply and only stared tentatively at him the man sighed as if Kuroko ignoring him hurt his feelings. "Well, it doesn't matter seeing as you won't need it anymore once we're done with you." The phone snapped in his hand and Kuroko watched in disbelief as his phone fell to the ground in pieces.

"Oh! Ryuga you're here." The insomniac pranced up to Ryuga with a cheery grin on his face. "We caught him for you. This is the one you wanted right?"

Ryuga looked thoughtful for a moment assessing Kuroko. "Yes it is. You did a good job Nataru."

Kuroko narrowed his eyes a bit. He didn't like the way they kept referring to him as "it." He glanced down at his phone again and mourned the unfortunate death it had gotten. Dismissing the fact that he didn't have the money to buy a new one he turned back to his kidnappers. "Who are you people?" Kuroko asked aloud, capturing the attention of the three.

Shion shuffled up to the group and shoved his hands in his pockets. "I'm afraid that you are asking the wrong question and thus we won't answer." Kuroko almost snorted at his reply. Wasn't the buff guy supposed to be the idiot of the group? At least he knows he won't be kidnapped by the average, clichéd gang. Yay me.

Kuroko took another gander at the strange trio before him, avoiding the abnormal gaze of Ryuga. I hope that's just make-up. "What. . ." he started, feeling as if he wouldn't be able to walk away from this encounter, "are you?" he finished quietly.

Ryuga developed a satisfied expression of his face and took a step closer to Kuroko. "Are you a believer in fairytales Kuroko-kun?" the tall ravenette began. Kuroko, ignoring the fact that the guy knew his name, shuffled on his feet not liking where the conversation was headed. "How about mythical stories or folktales?" he continued. He walked around Kuroko circling him in a trap with nowhere to go. "What if I told you," he stopped in front of him with an amused grin, "that they were all true?"

Kuroko sucked in a breath to keep a chuckle from escaping his lips. Did the guy even know just how cliché that sounded? What was he going to say next? That they were fairies coming to take him to a magical land and call him king? Ppffft. Well there goes them being an original gang. Not only are they dull, but they're delusional too.

"I can see this amuses you." Ryuga stated crossly. "Then let me say that this story won't be a particularly happy one. For you see Kuroko-kun, we are the ultimate hunters of this world and you happen to be our prey."

Kuroko almost rolled his eyes. But in fear of setting the obviously insane lunatics off he refrained from any offending actions. Even if they were deranged they still had the power to hack Kuroko's head off and he was rather attached to his head thank you very much.

"So you're vampires?" he guessed more out of impatience than anything. This conversation was dragging out for far too long and he wanted them to get done with whatever they were planning.

"Awww, you ruined it!" Nataru exclaimed with a crestfallen frown. "You're supposed to let us tell you!"

Shion and Ryuga all but face palmed at their friend's idiocy.

Kuroko watched uninterestedly as the two began to scold said idiot. He stared at the three as an argument broke out between them and soon afterwards a fist fight had commenced. Was it supposed to be this easy? He asked himself. With one last glance at the feuding trio, Kuroko spun around and took off down the street leaving the idiots who failed at kidnapping him behind.

At first he thought he was home free but after a while he could hear the angry shouts as they realized that their prey had gotten away. It shouldn't matter. He thought. I'm already too far away. But a few steps farther was all the time he got before he could hear the other's footsteps slowly catch up. Were they some kind of marathon runners? How could they possibly be that close already?

Kuroko had second thoughts about them being vampires. Could it actually be possible? Were there actual supernatural creatures living beneath the noses of humans? As they got closer Kuroko had a sinking feeling on what to do next. He clearly couldn't outrun them. And this chase had begun to take on the effects of cat and mouse. Kuroko was getting anxious at the thought of what they would do to him once they captured him.

Would they beat him till he passed out? Torture him then leave him to die? Or perhaps they would actually capture him and he would never get to see his family again. Kuroko felt his stomach churn violently at the thought. He quickly shook his head, ridding himself of the unwanted thoughts. He needed to focus if he was to escape the "vampires" on his tail.

Kuroko rounded a corner and sprinted full speed ahead. He glanced at his surroundings and immediately felt reassurance. He knew where he was. Just a few streets ahead of him there was a police station. If he could make it inside then perhaps the vampires would leave him alone.

He saw the lights from the building shine through the darkness and he was relieved to know that he could finally get those lunatics away from him. The thoughts of a warm bed waiting for him made him push forward with a new burst of speed. However, in his haste he didn't notice the shadow of a body fly up beside him and it was already too late to stop before an arm wrapped around him. Kuroko wanted to cry out, scream, yell, or something to get anyone's attention, but Ryuga's body twisted with him in his grip and Kuroko was sent spiraling to the ground for the third time that day.

It hurt more this time around. Using Kuroko's momentum, the black-eyed teen had flipped Kuroko over his shoulder and considering his height, Kuroko had a long ways to go before his body met the earth. The sound was sickening as he made contact with the concrete and the back of his head banged roughly on the ground. Kuroko lied there, unable to move. His eyes were wide as he stared above him, gasping to replenish the air that left his lungs.

He couldn't think coherently. His thoughts were jumbled with the repeated throbbing of pain flashing through his head and down his body. He couldn't believe it. They weren't kidding about hurting him. Kuroko grimaced in pain when he felt the beginnings of blood starting to pool around his head. He must have gotten cut. Kuroko lay stiff as his vision was blocked by the cruel smirk of Ryuga.

"I don't like to be underestimated Kuroko-kun." Ryuga looked down on him his mouth turning into a toothy sneer, his sharp teeth glaring in the reflected light. He snapped his fingers and Kuroko could only helplessly groan in agony when he felt hands pull him up from the ground to stand him side by side with Shion and Nataru. His legs felt weak and they shook under the strain from his weight. Kuroko could barely keep his eyes open as his head rolled limply to the side to stare at the ground.

His chin was jerked roughly up to face Ryuga's as the tall ravenette scrutinized him. "Why didn't you believe us when we told you we were the best hunters this world has to offer? It was pretty stupid to run off like that." Kuroko tried to give the black-eyed teen a glare but it only made him squeeze his eyes shut from the shock of pain shooting through his head. Ryuga chuckled.

"Ryuga-san! You made him bleed!" Kuroko felt an uneasy shift from beside him. "You know that I haven't eaten in weeks, this is torturous for me!" Nataru's grip tightened on Kuroko's arm. The new pain was a good distraction from the constant throbbing behind his eyes. He was starting to feel the blood drip down his neck and stain the collar of his jacket.

"They never said that we couldn't taste him." Shion spoke up from his other side, startling the bluenette. Kuroko almost forgot about the brunette beside him. "I don't think it would matter as long as we don't kill him." He stated evenly.

Ryuga let go of his chin and took a step back. "Then by all means, let's eat." Kuroko felt a rough shove from behind his knees as he was knocked back to the ground, this time though, he was sitting with his legs stretched out in front of him. Shion and Nataru backed away from him. They aren't really going to drink his blood are they? He watched as Ryuga slowly sauntered to his side.

Kuroko let out a strangled noise and frantically pushed back with his arms and legs, trying to get as far away from the approaching teen. What the hell were these guys?! Kuroko felt a spark of fear shoot through him as Ryuga advanced leisurely, his expression turning feral as the canines in his mouth lengthened before his eyes. The other two at the sides chuckled at the retreating teen. Kuroko gulped and turned around on his hands and knees, trying to pick himself up from the ground.

It's no use. He told himself. There's no one here and no place to go. This is it.

Kuroko clenched his teeth to muffle any sounds of pain as Ryuga pounced on his back, pushing him face first into the ground. The cold street stung and cut into his cheek. Kuroko lay there without struggle, having given up and closed his eyes in defeat. Just get this over with.

Kuroko sucked in a breath when he heard a triumphant snarl from the towering teen and felt his teeth on his neck just starting to puncture the skin. But they didn't get any farther than that. Kuroko heard a click from beside them and suddenly a large bang sounded, filling the streets with its echoes. The air was quickly filled with a thick red mist. It stunk of decay and metal and was sticky as it landed on them. Kuroko didn't know what to make out of it. It didn't seem to have any effect on him but that didn't go for the same with the trio behind him.

Kuroko was confused as the weight of Ryuga was suddenly gone and screams filled the air around him. Kuroko pushed himself onto his elbows and slowly lifted himself to his knees. He couldn't see much through the pungent mist still hanging in the air but he could still make out the forms of the vampires writhing in pain on the ground, their choked screams and coughs filling his ears.

Ryuga shifted closer to the bluenette and Kuroko almost threw up the instant he saw the skin where the mist had touched them bubble like a burning rash, creating a sickening hissing noise. Kuroko placed his hands on his mouth, covering his face as he gagged at the stench. The smell of burning flesh brought tears to his eyes and Kuroko shakily crawled out of the smoky area, desperate for fresh air.

He scraped up his hands and tore the cloth around his knees as he dragged himself away from the trio. It was worth it though, when his face hit the cold air and he took in much needed oxygen. Kuroko coughed a few times, trying to rid himself of the stench sticking to the back of his throat. Keeping his head down, Kuroko shakily stood up, swaying a bit as the wooziness in his head heightened from the sudden movement.

He lifted his hand to the back of his head, wanting to know just how much damage was done. When his fingers touched a rather large gash in his flesh he quickly pulled away with a hiss, his touch making the cut sting angrily. He brought his hand in front of his eyes to see it covered with blood. My blood… Kuroko hastily wiped his hand on his tattered pants, the blood smearing and standing out on the white uniform.

He sluggishly lifted his head, cautious of any fast movements. He needed to get away. Those guys could come back any second and Kuroko didn't want to wait to try and find out if they were even still alive. Kuroko blinked a few times and looked ahead of him but was taken back by the narrowed gaze of golden eyes that seemed to glow through the darkness. They were unnaturally bright and all but gave off their own glow in the black night. Kuroko stared, enraptured by their light before being startled by a wet cough from behind him.

He took a hasty step forward in attempt to get as far away as possible from the vampires but his body shook with effort and gave out in its last endeavor for safety. Kuroko fell hard to the ground, his body collapsing without his consent. The bluenette let out a muffled "oomph" when he was suddenly lifted from the ground, his weight being carried by arms.

Kuroko hazily made out blonde hair from under a hood and sharp golden eyes before darkness consumed his vision and his head fell limp against their chest.

Please don't be mad at me for the treatment of Kuroko. But in the future chapters there will be lots of gore and blood. If you have a weak stomach I wouldn't recommend reading this. Anyways, tell me what you think!