Author's Note: Hello to all the readers who happened to click into this story. I know there may be old readers and have seen there are some changes to the beginning and other parts of the story. I am constantly trying to improve on this story by editing through it or reworking some scenes to see what's better.

However, sometimes I end up not catching certain things or my recent editing escapades have left out some italics and bold writing that I haven't caught. If you do find them, please feel free to tell me. Italics are usually for thinking and bold/italics are usually for creatures that are... well incorporeal... like reapers. Also some names have been changed like the Levin family are now Sasaki family... And there are characters that appear much later that have name changes. I try my best to catch all of them but then there are old names that are left in scattered elsewhere that I don't catch.

Anyways, I hope everyone will enjoy my story. Thanks for reading. If possible, please leave a review.


Tainted Blood

Book I

Chapter 1

Her feet pounded into the dirt as she ran at lightning speed weaving in and out of the trees. Her hazelnut brown eyes darted around her surroundings in alert trying to spot her assailant.

Suddenly, an unseen force tackled her to the ground from above. Lillie Ezrae kicked her assailant off her and quickly got to her feet to make a run for it to see a snarling wolf with a missing ear. Then the wolf began to prowl in a predatory manner without taking its eyes off of Lillie. One side of its body had an exposed ribcage with the skin around it rotting off. From the stench wafting to Lillie, the wolf was supposed to be long dead.

From the corner of her eye, she could spot numerous pursuers coming after her as they leaped through the trees and bushes.

Lillie wasn't about to die without a fight. She was all too use to fighting to survive and seeing supernatural beings that humans never thought were real. In fact, she wasn't human at all. She was a being that the other beings called Hellraine.

Suddenly something metal whizzed through the forest animals coming towards her. An undead squirrel was caught in its path and now the metal object flew straight at Lillie's head. Lillie squeaked and quickly ducked. She turned to see that a pocketknife had nailed the undead squirrel to the truck of the tree. Specifically, her pocketknife.

Lillie pulled the pocketknife off from the tree and looked disgusted as the undead squirrel fell limply to the ground. She quickly turned to face an undead wolf leaping for her. She quickly slashed the pocketknife and then began to twirl it between her fingers. The pocketknife began to turn into a meteor hammer. Lillie twirled the meteor hammer beside her in a circle before she swung it knocking back several of the undead animals. However, the undead wolf that she had slashed before leaped at her and chomped down on her arm. Lillie hit it back grimacing holding the wound on her arm.

Lillie was about to throw her meteor hammer at an undead bear coming at her, but a blond handsome male had appeared before her. His gaze turned deadly at the other undead animals before he disappeared from his spot. Lillie could only see a blur run through them leaving a trail of bloody dismembered animals behind within seconds.

The male seemed unfazed at the blood dripping from his hand and the splatters of blood on his clothes as he closed the distance. A crooked smirk that seemed cocky and bad boy was taking shape over his lips as he ran his other hand through his blond hair.

"Looks like I saved you," he said in an arrogant tone.

Lillie glared at him angrily and cried in an accusing tone," You were nearby watching, weren't you, Stark? You were amused by me running around like some crazy nut! Aren't you supposed to protect me? You're my guardian!"

Stark had taken out an apple and took a big bite out of it before answering in an obnoxious tone," You're the one who decided to take a midnight stroll… and apparently play Super Lillie with the little forest creatures. Plus I wasn't about to waste an apple just to save you. You looked like you were doing fine."

Lillie glared at him. Stark Anselm was a demon that had practically all the girls falling at his feet with nothing more than that crooked cocky smirk. It only irritated her to the brink of strangling him to death.

"I was in danger, Stark, and you wanted to finish a stupid apple," Lillie snapped irritably as she snatched the apple out of Stark's hand.

"At least I picked it up for you. You should be thanking me… but that was you in danger?" Stark gapped in mock disbelief. Then he took back his apple out of Lillie's hand, took a bite, and then questioned with an arched stare," Just out of curiosity... If that's you in danger, what would real danger look like for you?"

"I was bitten by one of them! Isn't that dangerous enough?!" Lillie snapped at him holding out her arm for him to see the bite marks and the drops of blood dripping to the ground. Stark crossed his arm with that wry, cocky smirk plastered over his lips.

"Unless you have an urge to eat my brains, you're fine," Stark said nonchalantly waving it off like it was nothing.

"How are you such an asshole?"

"Well… I do something and you decide that's what an asshole does."

"I really hope all the fangirls that chase after you trample and squish you under their combined weight!" Lillie snapped at him. Stark didn't seem fazed continuing to smile his bad boy crooked smile.

"You are always such a ray of sunshine in my life with all those sweet words you say to me," Stark exclaimed. Lillie groaned in frustration at his nonchalance towards her insults and she turned her attention to the dead animals instead.

"Do you have any idea why there are undead fur balls trying to eat my brains?" Lillie questioned. Stark shrugged before he stuck his hand through one of the corpses taking out its shriveled black heart. Lillie made a face. "Seriously, Stark... couldn't you ask for a knife?"

Stark gave her an obnoxious smirk before he said," I prefer to not get my powers drained by that anti demon weapon, Lill." Stark began examining the heart. There was a peculiar symbol on the heart. "Hm... this looks familiar..." Stark seemed to be thinking it through before he threw the heart over his shoulder and gave a nonchalant shrug. "Meh... I'm sure it's nothing special."

Lillie raised a brow at him.

"Really, Stark? You don't care if this could harm anyone... I mean this could be the beginning of a zombie world!" Lillie cried. Stark scoffed at her.

"Do you remember why we're amongst the humans?"

Lillie groaned at him.

"Hiding... maybe that was a bad idea."

"Lillie, you dragged me into this human boringness so don't complain to me about your poor choices like walking in the forest alone at night where you meet undead animals," Stark retorted in an obnoxious tone as he rolled his eyes at Lillie.

Lillie silently mocked him under her breath as she began to walk off. Stark still had a smirk plastered over his lips watching Lillie walk away as if he was waiting for something to happen. Then she began to slow to a stop before turning back to him. "I'm going the wrong way, aren't I?"

Stark pointed to his right and said in an obnoxious tone," That way... You know maybe you need a gps. Just in case... you know if you get lost... in a forest... oh wait! Too late."

Lillie glared at him as she stomped past him before she turned over her shoulder and chucked a bark at Stark's head. The bark flew past Stark. Stark laughed in amusement at her failed attempt as he followed after her out of the forest.


A few meters away, a man crawled through the forest towards the town. Blood smeared in his wake. Unbearable pain shot through his mangled body with every move he made and all he could think of was he didn't want to die. He was terrified those pair of crimson eyes would come for him.

Then a shadow loomed over him blocking his path. The man swallowed hard as he slowly looked up to find a pair of mismatched eyes, one being light brown and the other being red. The figure had a hood darkening his face.

"Help… me…" the man pleaded desperately reaching out to the figure. The figure chuckled as he shook his head slowly.

"If you survive, you'll just tattle about everything. I'd be punished for it. You see how that doesn't work in your favor," the figure sneered as he took out a knife from under his jacket. "Don't worry. Your death won't be in vain. It'll go to making me better!"

The man's eyes widened attempting to get away from the figure as the knife was plunged into his neck from behind. The figure began to drag the man away while whistling an eerie tune.