Madara Uchiha in Twilight?

Madara, with his enhanced and trained senses, followed the scent that was in the distance, scanning the streets of Bergen as villagers went about their business and their day, unaware of the predator in the night lurking among them.

He moved calmly, the boots muffled on the dirt road leading away from the port, and the tales from the tavern echoed in his mind.

Vanishing caravans, empty wagons, pale monsters.

His black eyes flickered briefly as he sensed and saw with his observant gaze a faint trail of blood that led toward the dense forest to the north.

Madara, just a neutral facial expression, left to hunt in that direction.

As he entered the forest, the early morning sunrise was struggling to pierce the thick canopy overhead, casting long shadows that danced in the reflection.

As he approached the forest edge, the air grew unusually colder.

No birdsong and no rustling of small animals.

Madara crouched beside a broken wagon wheel, half-buried in moss and mud. The wood was splintered, but no signs of struggle or blood stained the ground, only a few sets of footprints, some trailing off into darkness.

Vampires, as I expected... and they are unusually fast, clean, and efficient. Usually they don't bother, but looks like we have a visitors, Madara thought.

A rustle from deeper in the woods. Madara's eyes calm and already looking toward the direction with interest—who was behind this...

From the darkness of the woods emerged a figure, pale and lean, his eyes gleaming with unnatural hunger. At the sight of Madara, the vampire's mouth curled into a smile, which enhanced his handsome features.

And behind him, two others slipped silently through the trees, closing in.

Madara confidently stood up, his stance relaxed and casual but ready anytime, as he kept staring at them with a cold facial expression.

The first vampire responded, "Oh my... are you lost? Human? You shouldn't be here."

But the vampire was cautious. He noticed that the man was calm, and in front of him had the features of Norwegian and average looks. But he sensed behind the skin that his blood was... tasty, tasty beyond any blood he tasted from a human.

And if something sounds too good, then something is fishy...

Madara responded coolly, "Lost? No. I'm exactly where I need to be."

The vampire's smile widened, showing his canines. "A bold claim from a human. Most wander here and don't last long."

Behind the vampire, the other two slipped forward silently, their movements smooth and lethal. One bore scars crisscrossing his pale face, while the other's eyes were red as that of any vampire.

Madara just glanced at their little movements as the first vampire said, "Say... you know what we are, don't you? And you are not afraid... most humans would flee at the sight of us."

"I have little fear from those who hide in shadows," responded Madara to them.

With that, the first vampire lunged at him with terrifying speed, the claws gleaming in the dawn light.

Madara just twisted his body slightly as the vampire's claws aimed for his throat, and catching the attack with his left forearm.

A surge of chakra flared beneath his skin, and he struck the vampire's wrist in a chakra punch. Bone shattered under the punch, and the vampire just smirked in annoyance, stumbling back, clutching his broken arm—but he noticed something was off with the arm.

The other two vampires from either side appeared. One swung a wicked blade-like claw aimed low at Madara's knees. He leapt back with experience, feet barely touching the ground. In mid-air he formed a hand sign.

And a swirl of fire erupted at the vampire's feet.

Katon: Gōka Mekkyaku.

The flames struck at him, licking the attacker's legs, forcing him to leap back with startled surprise. How did a human use fire?

His flesh hissed with pain as the fire burned him, but his unnatural regeneration already began knitting the wounds—but multiple times slower than usual.

The last vampire, with his eyes cold and calculating, was seeking an opening. But his efforts were useless, as Madara saw the vampire's next move.

It was a feint—a deceptive swing aimed to draw Madara's defense low.

But Madara was no novice. With a swift step forward, he caught the vampire's wrist mid-swing and twisted it sharply—a move he started to use a lot since this world.

As the vampire gained a broken bone, Madara didn't pause. He followed up with a devastating chakra-infused fist strike to the vampire's chest,

sending him crashing into a tree with a heavy thud as he lay on the ground.

The wounded vampire on the ground tried to rise, but Madara's foot pressed firmly against his throat as Madara put his finger to his own nose with a "Shh…"

And crushed the vampire's windpipe underfoot with chakra. But for safety measure, a fast hand sign as he incinerated that vampire underneath him.

But the other two vampires recovered swiftly, with the scarred vampire saying in panic, "What the hell are you? Human with fire? Last that anything like that was heard was 100 years ago!" as the second vampire flinched in realization and the second asked:

"Are you... Madara Uchiha's descendant? Of the Red Armored Yokai?"

Madara's cold face raised an eyebrow but did not answer their questions, as he wouldn't talk to future corpses any longer.

In a blur, Madara vanished again, the gust of wind exploding outward. Before the vampires could react, the scarred vampire was lifted off his feet by a brutal strike to the gut—

Madara's fist plunging into his abdomen with surgical precision.

The vampire screamed in pain but then hissed back—but Madara didn't give him a chance. He spun, dragging the vampire through the air before slamming him spine-first against a tree—the impact shattering bark of the tree and bone alike.

The second vampire launched forward, a wild strike aimed for Madara's exposed side—but that was a trap, as Madara, without even looking, sidestepped and drove a knee into the vampire's chest.

The red-eyed creature coughed, stunned.

"I am no descendant," Madara said quietly. "I am Madara."

The vampires' eyes widened but one retorted quickly, "Cut the crap! You don't look like him. He had black long hair with red armor and you have white hair. It can't be dyed, or we would've noticed it!"

Madara did not blame them for not believing. After all, he was using now Transformation Jutsu that changed his appearance.

But Madara did not answer to their doubts and Madara moved and said, "Katon: Hōsenka Tsumabeni."

Tiny embers formed around him like that of insect fireflies, then shot forward—each one aimed for a vital part.

The vampire of the two cried out, his body peppered with burns, as he collapsed—speeding around the forest to take off the fire. But the effect was immediate, as he burned alive.

While the second vampire dodged the fire, as he was far away from his companion—barely.

He looked at Madara again, not as prey now, but as something else entirely.

Apex predator.

He, without hesitation, decided to flee—but Madara's voice: "You figured that out too late."

Madara vanished.

No warning and no sound—just a distortion in the air.

The vampire felt a chill before he saw it—Madara appearing in front of him, his one hand raised lazily,

as he caught him by the throat, into the air, him struggling in his grasp.

Madara looked into his eyes and used Genjutsu to extract information. As he got what he wanted, he let go of him as he fell into the mud, his eyes dull as he said, "Curse you, Madara descendant…"

Madara said, "How laughable," said dryly with the iconic cold voice, as he smashed his head into pieces with chakra—as he did not correct him and nor did he regenerate.

Dead.