A/N: Hello Claymore-Fans out there^^

This is my very first Claymore fanfiction E-V-E-R, so don´t be too harsh please :)

I think there are lots of mistakes (spelling, grammar and times) but English isn´t my first language...it´s German

I don´t have a beta-reader, so you just have to deal with my clumsiness XD

Enjoy yourself!

The irony smell of blood filled the air and the same red liquid soaked the earth beneath her feet into a deep crimson.

Her eyes searched frantically for her comrades.

Helenes left ear, part of her hair and her left arm were cut off, unconscious.

Deneve was conscious, but four long scratches went down the right half of her face, the rest of her injuries were already healing.

Yumas legs were cut off, her hands were pinned to the ground and the top of her head wasn´t there at all, obviously dead.

Cynthias ribcage was pushed into her lungs; blood dripped down out of the corner of her mouth. She, too, was dead.

Tabithas attempt to rescue her ended in her body being ripped into tiny peaces right in front of her face.

And Clare…

"…kill you. I'll kill you! You killed Yuma, you killed Cynthia, you killed Tabitha, you killed Helene, you killed Raki and you killed Theresa! I'll kill you!"

Her partially awakened body trembled with rage, as her golden eyes filled with tears and her arms morphed into blades, ready to strike down their apparently invincible enemy.

Miria couldn't react as Clare dashed forwards, right into their enemy's range, her body paralyzed with fear.

Priscilla didn't even blink as her arm pierced Clares chest, leaving her body limb and her eyes starring into nothingness.

She tried to gulp down the knot in her throat, but it just wouldn't go away. All her friends, her family, lied there, bleeding and dead, or at the edge of it.

As Priscillas eyes spotted her trembling form, her vision started to blur and she gave in, letting her mind slip into unconscious.

~*~

Miria awoke with a start, sweat rolling down her face and her breath uneven and shallow. She scanned her surroundings before falling back into bed again, rubbing her eyes and letting out a heavy sigh.

"A dream", she murmured before getting up and getting dressed. "No, more likely a nightmare…".

After Miria had regained conscious again, Helene was awake, too. Deneve had ripped off her left arm and had given it to Helene, she could grow them back, after all. As the three of them had collected the dead bodies, Miria had noticed that one was missing.

"Where…where's Clares body?".

Helene and Deneve had exchanged worried looks, before the former Number 15 finally had decided to tell her superior what had happened.

"After Priscilla had pierced Clare I thought she was dead, but she cut off the arm and lured that monster away from us. I…don't know if she's still alive or not".

In that very moment, Miria had felt as if somebody had pulled away the ground beneath her feet.

~*~

Helene and Deneve were standing in front of Mirias office, waiting for her superiors' appearance.

"Geez, honestly, how long is she going to let us wait here?".

"Helene, shut up will you? If she's going to be late, she has a good reason".

"Whatever…. I want an apple".

Deneve slowly shook her head. "You´re an idiot, ´know that?".

"Aw, I love you too".

Miria blinked at the scene in front of her. "I think I'll giving you two some space…".

"Miria! Finally you´re showing up your pretty face. What took you so long?".

Because of their bickering the two warriors didn't notice the spiky-haired woman coming out of the door.

"First, stop calling me or my face pretty or your girlfriend may get jealous", Deneve glared at her, "and second, I had that…dream again".

In an instant Helenes stupid grin fell from her face. "Oh, I didn't know that, sorry".

"Don't mind it, just get over with our work, shall we?".

After they had left the north, it had taken the Ghosts three years of hard work and suffering, to finally take down the Organization. Two-thirds of the Organizations warriors joined them after hearing the story of the experiments and what the Organization had done to them. With that more strength it was almost an easy task to overpower them.

Alicia, Beth and Isley died in the war between the Abyssal Feeders, Riful of the West and the fusion of Rafaela and Luciela. The handlers were locked up, the Abyssal Feeders were destroyed and the rest of the Organizations warriors, who refused to join them, were defeated.

But even as they had stopped creating Yomas, they were still showing up. The source was the parasites, which infected the Yoma and gave them a new ability: to infect other humans and turn them into Yomas.

So, even after the Organizations fall, there are still Yomas out in this land. And if there are Yomas, there will be Claymores to slaughter them. And if there are Claymores, Awakened Beings are going to be a problem as well….

~*~

A cloaked figure crossed the dirty streets of Maltara at a quick pace, trying to avoid any contact with other persons. She had noticed some men following her for quite a while now, but didn't try to get rid of them. She needed them, after all.

The gates of the small villages' entrance came into view and the person slowed down a little, trying not to look suspicious among all the other people.

Her superhuman hearing allowed her to listen to the conversation between the three males.

"Did ya see her face?".

"Heck, did ya see her whole body? She's gorgeous!".

The third man, most likely the leader grinned and scanned the area before following the woman again.

"He, I'm so goin´ to rape her, ya´ll see".

Despite her nature, a small smile graced her features.

´We will see´.

After leaving the village through the gates, she went into the small forest and waited for the men to catch up with her. She didn't have to wait for long.

"Hey, whatcha doin´ out here, woman?", asked the smallest among the men and approached the cloaked figure slowly.

"He's right, somebody could hurt you, ya know?".

The leader laughed and patted his friends shoulder.

"Let me handle this".

The smallest nearly touched the arm of the cloaked figure with his hand, but it was cut off and fell to the ground before he could even react.

"Eh?".

His head joined his hand on the ground and before his to friends could run away or scream, they, too, were laying on the ground in front of the figures feet, dead.

A soft breeze swept through the forest and pulled down the hood of the cloaked figure, revealing reddish-brown hair and emerald-green eyes.

"Another three reasons I´m going to end up in hell".

The metallic symbol above her chest glittered in the sunlight; it was shaped like a trident.

Who´s that?

I think you all know it...Well, I hope so^^

And I´m very sorry for killing all this great characters

Why I killed Yuma, Tabitha and Cynthia but not Deneve or Helene?

Well, ´cause I like the two of them better, and their relationship between my two main characters is better (,too).

And Miria and Clare are the two main characters...I just can´t kill them

But again, I´m really sorry, I like them all but these four the most

If you liked it, please REVIEW.

No flaming please.