Hi peeps! How've ya been? I'm writing this cause I'm sick and bored as hell. Annnd I'm listening to Avenged Sevenfold (Mentioning this even though it has NOTHING to do with what's going on here. XD) Anyway…. Yeah I'm just going to write now.

DISCLAIMED! I OWN NOTHING! (Well, technically I own the plotline, but heaven help you if you try to touch it.)

OH! Anyone who saw a story with the same name up just under a year ago, this is what happened to it. I was completely dissatisfied with my original plotline so I decided to switch it up. A lot. This is an AU. (Obviously.) For those of you who don't know what an AU is, (Don't laugh, I've met people who don't know.) an AU is an Alternate Universe setting.

Sam, Danny, Tucker and everyone else in their grade are sixteen. You can figure out the rest of the ages from there. (Not that you need to, this fic is almost entirely Danny, Sam and Tucker.) I decided to age them a little bit for REASONS.

Chapter 1

She loved this feeling. This feeling of adrenalin rushing like wildfire through her veins, of her heart beat accelerating. The wind buffeted against her in a futile attempt to stop her advancement through the air. Her wings beat in a steady rhythm that propelled her silently through the night sky above the city. Dark clouds drifted leisurely around her, the moisture coming off of them thickening the air.

The streets of London shone dully below her. Grimy street lamps were lit to serve as light for the few souls that dared to wander through the dangerous night. The ancient city was never kind to those who stayed from their homes past dusk. The few people that she could see on the shady cobblestone streets were dark characters; muggers and murderers looking for the next unfortunate soul to attack, and harlots looking for their next paycheck.

The succubus drifted from the sky and landed in a small alley a few blocks away from her house. Her family lived in the most expensive part of the cramped city, but it was still just as dangerous, if not more so, than the poorer area of the massive metropolis. Her body glowed dark purple for a brief moment and then it faded, taking all of the succubus's ghost features with it. She stepped out of the alley cautiously in hopes that she could make it home without being spotted.

Unfortunately, luck was not on her side that night. A man across the street spotted her and waved at her while sporting a twisted smile. Fearing nothing, the succubus-turned-human stepped into the orange glow of the street lamp. Her combat boots and spiked belt shone menacingly in the lamplight. Her black skirt and form fitting tank top only served to enhance her feminine features and the sleek muscle that covered her body. The man licked his lips until he met her eyes. Two identical pools of amethyst glinted angrily as she took in the brazen man.

He was tall, even at a distance she could tell that he towered over her, but his thin frame took away from the menacing factor that his height gave him. His clothes were nothing more than rags. The fabric was worn through in some areas and torn in others. The original colors were undistinguishable because of the thick layer of dirt that coated the articles, leaving them a nasty grayish-brown color. The stranger's face was dirty as well, but what caught the girl's eyes were the silvery scars scattered across the rugged flesh. This man was a fighter, which meant she was in trouble. His less than innocent intensions were completely displayed when he shifted his arm into his sleeve, a common move to pull a weapon. Her muscles prepared for action without her consent. As soon as he made his move, she would run. No matter how fast he was, she was faster.

The gun was drawn in one swift movement, but she was already running. Her combat boots made a considerable amount of noise as she fled down the street and she cursed her choice of footwear. She considered screaming for help, but decided against it. Not only would it ruin her reputation as the tough chick that no one wants to screw with, but it would raise questions as to why she was out at three o'clock in the morning. She couldn't rely on her ghost form, unless… She wheeled around to face her assailant and planted her feet firmly against the earth. Fire sparked at her fingertips, but she restrained herself. Now was not the time to use her element.

The man slowed to a stop not two meters away from her and flashed her another twisted smile. His rotten teeth could be seen easily and she had to resist the urge to gag.

"What's your name sweetheart?" He purred. The girl raised an eyebrow in an act of defiance. He waved his gun in a menacing manner, but she felt no fear. She answered him anyway.

"Sam." The man advanced slowly. He the hunter and she was his pray. Little did he know that the hunter was about to become the hunted.

"Now Sam," the flirtatious tone that he used to deliver her name forced her to lock her muscles in order not to shiver in disgust, "I just want to have a little fun. Then you can run home." His smirk was repulsing her more with each passing second, but she remained silent and beckoned him forward. His smirk widened even more as he closed the distance and lowered his head to kiss her. His lanky frame went rigid when his lips were mere centimeters away from her. The girl had opened her mouth and was inhaling a wispy blue substance that poured from between the frozen man's lips. Her purple eyes glowed golden as she continued to take the substance from the man.

After a few seconds, the succubus closed her lips and the blue mist that remained in the air returned to the man. He collapsed in an unceremonious heap on the ground and didn't move. Shallow breathing could be heard from his still form on the street. Satisfied that he was still alive, she continued towards her home. Her eyes were still glowing slightly when she entered her home a few minutes later.

Done chapter 1. This should only be about 5 chapters… Just saying.

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~Serai