Author's Note: This story has gone through its fair share of revisions. Some names have been changed and I may have not caught all of them. The Levin family has been changed to Sasaki family. I've tried to catch all of them but there may be a few that are still in there. Also... Tobias was written in here twice... so I had to change the one in the first few chapters in to Ethan.

I hope you enjoy my new version of Tainted Blood! And thank you for reading!

Tainted Blood

Book I

Chapter 1

Her feet pounded into the dirt as she ran at lightning speed weaving in and out of the forest of trees. The chill of the night showed her breath. Lillie was alert as her hazelnut brown eyes scanned her surroundings. She glanced over her shoulder and then slid to a stop when she saw there wasn't anyone there.


Before she could finish, an unseen force had tackled her from above. She quickly kicked her assailant off her and leaped to her feet to see a snarling wolf with a missing ear. Then when the wolf began to prowl in a predatory manner eyeing Lillie unblinkingly. Lillie grimaced at the exposed rib cage on one side of its body as its skin rotted. From the stench, it was supposed to be long dead.

Suddenly she heard the sound of metal whizzing through the air heading straight for her. She quickly ducked to find a pocketknife embedded into a tree a few millimeters from her head.

"Don't say I didn't help you," an obnoxious voice echoed around her distracting her. It seemed to catch the wolf's attention.

Lillie seemed to be slightly irritated muttering about guardians and blood as she pulled the pocketknife out of the tree. The wolf set its eyes on her taking her sudden movement as a sign of aggression racing towards her while it howled into the night air. Lillie furrowed her brows as more living dead wolves began to stalk out from behind the trees heading towards her.

She began to twirl the pocketknife in her hand as it turned into a meteor hammer and then swung it at the first closest wolf. The ball end knocked back the wolf causing it to fly into a tree. However two others were coming at her rear. She quickly twirled the chain around her leg to switch its direction. She slammed the ball end down onto them uprising debris around her.

Before she could whip the ball end, she was tackled to the ground. She shielded herself with her arms. A stray wolf was on top of her trying to take a bite. It chopped down on her arm causing her to scream as it drew blood. Its jaw tightened. It was going to break her arm.

The wolf's eyes widened as its jaw loosened around her arm. Blood began to drip from its head onto her, its eyes glazed over lifelessly, and collapsed on her.

Lillie groaned from the dead weight on her as she managed to push it off with all her strength despite the pain in her arm. She gapped at the familiar face that stood over her with amusement dancing in his emerald green eyes.

Stark Anselm was a crow demon that she'd known since childhood. He had led legions of demons and had made his own enemies for his past actions… or for his personality.

Then he had turned on the other wolves with a deadly gaze and then he had disappeared from his spot. Lillie could only see a blur running them through leaving a trail of dismembered corpses behind him within seconds.

Stark seemed unfazed at the wolf's 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.

"Don't say I didn't save you in time," Stark said in an arrogant tone.

Lillie glared at him angrily and snapped," Where the hell were you when I was nearly killed by those stupid undead wolves?"

"Getting a great show from far away. The only thing more entertaining in this place than all the girls drooling over me is watching you fight off undead wolves," Stark exclaimed in an obnoxious manner. Lillie glared at him.

Stark is such an asshole was what ran through her mind. He had practically all the girls falling at his feet with nothing more than that smirk that irritated her to the brink of strangling him to death.

"I knew you were watching me from somewhere! I was in danger of being killed and all you did was throw my pocketknife at my face," Lillie snapped irritably.

"At least I picked it up for you and gave you a fighting chance… and that was seriously you in danger?" Stark said in mock disbelief, 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 blood on her jacket from where their teeth had bitten her.

"Unless you have an urge to eat my brains, I'm sure you're fine," Stark said nonchalantly.

"How are you such an asshole?"

Stark shrugged and said," Well… I say things and they just come out that way."

Lillie rolled her eyes at him.

"Yeah well I hope all the fangirls that chase after you trample and squish you under their combined weight!"

"You are always the ray of sunshine in my life with all those sweet words you say to me," Stark exclaimed with that bad boy smirk across his lips. Lillie let out an aggravated groan.

"God I should've hit you with the meteor hammer! For all I know I actually did!"

Stark seemed to be entertained at her irritation towards him before he turned his attention to the wolf corpses littering the forest. His expression had quickly turned serious as he examined the corpses before he stuck his hand through one and ripped out its shriveled black heart.

Lillie wrinkled her nose at him as she said," You could've asked for the pocketknife instead of using your hands."

Stark gave her a smirk before he said," I don't like my powers getting drained by that anti demon weapon you carry around."

"It lets me hide in plain sight so I really don't mind," Lillie said before she looked at the heart in Stark's hand. She frowned at the peculiar marking engraved into it. "What is that?"

"I swear I've seen this symbol before…" Stark trailed off. He seemed to be trying to remember what the symbol was for, and where he had seen it for a moment. Then he dropped the heart in disinterest and shrugged nonchalantly. "Meh. I'm sure its nothing."

Lillie gave him a droll stare.

"Oh yeah I'm sure these undead wolves are just someone's smelly pet. No sinister motive what so ever," she said in a sarcastic manner. Stark snorted at her.

"You wanted to live a boring ass peaceful life and decided to drag me into it. Now its like you don't want your boring ass life here."

Lillie silently mocked him under her breath before stomping off in aggravation. 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," See the lights, genius? That's the direction you want to go."

Lillie groaned at him as she stomped past him.

"You weren't planning on telling me were you? You would've just let me explore this forest until daylight. You're such a total… male… jerk!"

Stark laughed wickedly in response as he followed close behind 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 only laughed at his weak state.

"Why should I? If you survive, you'll only tell them what you saw and I'd be punished for using my abilities. You see how that doesn't work in your favor," the figure exclaimed darkly as he took out a knife from under his jacket. "You can be my next experiment but first... you have to die."

The man attempted to cry out but, in a quick motion, the figure slit his throat. He held no remorse in his eyes as he watched the man slowly gasp for his last breath.