Me: OK, this story idea hit me one day and I just had to do something about it. I really hope you all like it. Please R&R!

A sudden flash of pain dragged the black clad teen out of his slight daze. Five long claw marks ran across his back from his shoulder to his hip. Swinging around he kicked the thing that clawed at him in the chest. It fell back with a hiss and bared it's long white fangs at the teen. The teen growled back at the inhuman thing crouched in front of him before sliding into a fighting stance. His gun had run out of bullets a few minutes ago and all he had left was his hand-to-hand combat skills. Holding his hands in front of him he snarled at the creature in front if him.

"Come on, you filth bloodsucker! I dare you!" he hissed, violet eyes narrowing slightly.

A twisted smile was all the teen got before the vampire lunged. Taking a half step back the young hunter dodged the wild swing of the level E's claws before swinging around and delivering a powerful kick to the ex-human's stomach. The beast staggered backward with a snarl at the teen. Unfortunately, one kick wasn't enough to kill a vampire, even if it was a lowly level E. With a high pitch howl the vampire lunged at the lingered hunter again. This time, due to blood loss, his reflexes weren't as quick as the should have been. Long sharp claws sliced deep into the muscle of the hunter's right upper arm. The blow effectively rendered the violet eyed hunter's arm totally useless. Hissing in pain the hunter leaped backwards in an attempt to recover. Too bad for him the level E's howl had attracted other level E's.

They had taken advantage of the black clad hunter's senses being focused on their so called "brother" to sneak up and surround them. When the hunter jumped back they reached out, grabbing onto his arms as he landed. Cursing loudly he struggled to break free but they were too strong. In his weakened condition he was barely able to keep the one vampire in front of him from getting to him. After a few more minutes of struggling his vision started fading to black. It suddenly hit him that this was probably going to be his last mission. That was not a pleasant thought. A sharp punch to the stomach had him coughing up a mouth full of blood and his vision fading even father.

"Shit! This is not how this should have ended! Damn it!" he spat out angrily, along with another mouth full of blood.

Images people sprang, unbidden, to the forefront of his mind as his vision continued to fade. They were all people he knew. All but a few of them were people who would miss him if he died. Then, quite suddenly, a face he never expected to see appeared. It was Kaname Kuran, the one person who hated him more than anything. Why would his face appear as he was dying? They hated each other. There was no way that hey would care if he died, right? If that was the case why did his face have a dark, brooding look on it? It made the silver haired hunter wonder "would he really not care at all?" As soon as the thought hit him his strength faded and the world went black.

Me: Well, yay or nay? I know this is really short but that's the way it's supposed to be. I hope you all liked it and hope to see you all next time. Please click the cute little button at the bottom to let me know what you thought. Thanks!