(A.N: It's my new fic, updated weekly. YAY!)

The Search for Blood.

Echizen Ryoma thought he was walking into a normal school. He was so wrong. Yaoi. Murder. Abuse in later chapters. Va-Fic.

Chapter one – The Murder.

A quiet place in Tokyo was all that he needed. The harmless flirting had created the perfect disguise for his attack. No one would have any idea of what he was going to do.

Or what he was doing was.

Her blood slowly spilled and she screamed. She was terrified. Her heart beat was fast as she tried to fight the boy off of her, but he refused to let go.

More and more blood left her body, but none hit the floor, or stained anything. His white teeth dug in further as she cried out in more pain. There was no way that she could escape now.

To tease her, he released her and she tried to run, but her body failed to respond. Every part of her body felt drained as he grabbed back onto her from behind and she collapsed.

With a sadistic smirk, he tortured her, not letting one drop of blood hit the floor. He covered her mouth so her screams could not be heard as everything he had worked up to had come to life. All of her trust in him, gone.

She managed to cry out once, but he quickly covered her mouth again. "Please stop. Please..."

He growled as he bit into her again and she cried again. Her tears soaked everything. No drop of blood reached anything other than his mouth as he continued to drain her of all of her blood.

Her body slowly stopped as she continued to cry but soon those tears stopped too. Her heart beat froze and she went colder and colder as he made sure she had no blood left in her frail body. He could still hear her cries as he finished off his torture and left her still.

He smirked as he turned to leave, fixing up his clothing so he looked normal. His coat swung around behind him as he left with hollow footsteps. "Natsu-chan, bye, bye."

(TTTT)

Seishun Gakuen was very unsettled that day. Everyone had heard about the third year student, brutally murdered in her own home. They had no idea who the murderer was, but the girl's brother, Chida Sousuke, was under investigation.

Echizen Ryoma was well aware. His father had been listening to the news on the television and it had come up. He just decided to ignore it. There had been cases of murder in schools before. He just had never thought it would ever happen at Seishun Gakuen.

Somewhere elsewhere, Momo, Oishi and Eiji were together, interrogating Fuji. Fuji Shuusuke constantly creeped Ryoma. He hated the smile that Fuji had. It scared him, but he didn't tell anyone.

Eiji pouted. "Mou, Fujiko! You're at school and acting like a loony when your girlfriend was just murdered this weekend. What's worse is that we all know how she was really murdered!"

Fuji sat still. "I don't, I'm sorry, Eiji. I'm just trying to act normal to not create an upset."

Momo grabbed Fuji by his shirt. "Don't act so high and mighty! You know exactly why!"

The tennis board room was cut off to any of the non-regular tennis club members with two sections, the males and the females. Quite often, if you wanted to find Eiji, Ryoma or Momo, you only had to look on the room. It was very simple. No one else could possibly know what went on up there. It was like a private board room that no one ever interfered with.

Eiji frowned. "Tell us, Fujiko! What did you do to Natsu-chan?"

Fuji sighed angrily. "I didn't touch her!"

Oishi was getting angry too. "Fuji, don't lie to us! We don't lie to you!"

Fuji sighed again but his smile came back. The same sadistic smile that sent shivers down a lot of people's spines. "I didn't hurt her, I didn't touch her. I took her home after her music practice so she didn't have to walk alone."

Momo growled. "You walked her home and did her a favour. You touched her. You held her hand the whole way home and then she brought you into her house. She sat you down had you took advantage of her. You didn't hurt her, you just tortured her until she cried out in pain and enjoyed every moment of it, didn't you, Fuji?"

Fuji gulped nervously, but hid the expression in his face. "I didn't touch her. I walked into the house and said goodbye then left. That's it."

Eiji didn't want to accuse his friend, but he knew exactly what happened. He had heard every detail whilst Fuji was in his subconscious state. He knew that one day, they would all become something like him. Unable to control their actions rationally.

Eiji looked down. "Chida Natsu is the thirteenth victim, Fuji. Please, stop it. Stop killing them."

Oishi comforted Eiji. Eiji was very close to Natsu. He was one of her closest friends, Oishi the other alongside her 'boyfriend' Fuji.

Eiji walked away from Fuji and the others followed. Fuji sat down and took a deep breath. He never really loved Natsu. He was trying to protect her and he failed. The one who tried to protect her actually failed her. Tortured her. Killed her. His subconscious state was getting stronger. Soon, he'd fall completely to it. Then he wouldn't know who he was torturing. He hated the thought.

('')

Ryoma sighed as he sat at in his home, sitting in front of his paper-holding father. Taking sips to try and ignore the middle-aged man, he eventually gave up. The Seigaku tennis team seemed wounded and betrayed and he couldn't understand why.

Nanjirou smiled evilly. "You know, Ryoma, they say that the girl that was murdered at your school was attacked by a vampire."

Ryoma frowned. "A vampire?"

Nanjirou smirked. "Yes. Teeth marks on her neck fit almost a perfect human jaw. The only difference is two fang marks that bit down into one of her arteries."

Ryoma hid his interest as he swallowed down more ponta. Vampires? Could one of the regulars be a vampire?

Nanjirou's grin grew even wider. "There was a message written all over the wall. 'Beware humans. We still exist'. They would have to be able to comprehend written language. The only answer could be a vampire. Be careful, Ryoma."

Ryoma took a last gulp of his can of the delicious drink. "Yeah, yeah." It could explain the betrayal. The discovery that has come across.

Ryoma walked up stairs contemplating the idea. He always thought something was different about his team. Now he had an idea why.

(A.N: This is chapter one. It's a little weird, but it gets better. I promise. And longer. This is just the intro. Anywho, review please!)