DO NOT GET OFFENDED BY THE FACT THAT I ALTER RELIGION AND HISTORY (this is just a story) - hell yes, Jesus is/was an amazing dude

DO NOT GET OFFENDED BY THE FACT THAT I ALTER RELIGION AND HISTORY (this is just a story) - hell yes, Jesus is/was an amazing dude! I just wanted to give you another explanation to things and I wanted to write a different kind of vampire story. I tried to give birth to new interpretations, since I like vampires myself. IT IS IN MY OLD STYLE AGAIN! Let us celebrate, who buys the whiskey? Do share your thoughts about this one; do you think it is good or total crap? (TWOSHOT)

Please do not flame (I do not find a reason for it so you better not either). I apologize for the possible misspellings and other errors.

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Pairing: Sasuke x Naruto / Naruto x Sasuke

Summary: An eternal life in a society of mere fools. Sasuke is sick of it all until the new slayer shows up. Blood is shed and ribs are broken - in the end, is the heart still human? The meaning of love, is it possibly a love unending? SasuNaru, M - SEX

Disclaimer: I have no rights over the characters or whatsoever (do not sue me Mr. Kishimoto), I am just loaning them and returning to the rightful owner (Mr. Kishimoto).

Unforgivable Sinners

Three hundred years of constant wars, dying, hunger, love and the lack of it, jealousy, hatred…one becomes sceptic for even less than these. Eternal life, the envied "night walkers", fresh blood and burlesque life style - things which are usually seen as a part of our life style. Not that we can really choose. Not that it is so miraculous in reality.

We take the equation; a human, a beast and the kiss of death. What do you get? A vampire. Yet, it is not so simple - not everyone will be a vampire. Some of the "chosen" are just meat to feed on. If one is pretty enough to be a slave to a master, then he or she will be qualified to be one of the noble. We vampires cannot reproduce; no baby vampires. Quite logical if you consider the fact that our bodies are dead and time has no effect on us.

The moment you die in the arms of someone with sharp teeth you become alive again and everything you have is in that moment and gone in the next second. If one wants to become one of the noble, it requires that one has to defeat his or her master, "the maker". By surpassing the maker can a vampire become his or her own master. I killed my master the second he gave me my new life. I will not let anyone rule me - he was the prey, not me. I was young and fool - now I am just forever young.

Life teaches different things even though I am not particularly living it. At some point the parties loose their glamour and now those events basically consist of the new generation of bloody fools. No wonder there are not so many of us left, since the newbies are all brainless shitbags…getting slayed by mere mortals. Then again, there is me, who is not willing to contribute to this society of "night walkers". I do not want an apprentice to drool on my feet nor do I want us to bring back the so called "glorious days". This race is killing itself and it is fine by me.

As sappy as it may sound, I want someone who takes me as I am. The sad fact is that the vampire society is painfully hierarchical and old-fashioned. Defying the norms will lead to punishment. We live by the norms and rules we have created and thus bound ourselves into an eternal war with each other. Love is a word -a state of mind- that does not have a meaning here. Sex is entertainment that does not meet my hunger.

Maybe I am becoming old in some ways, but I need excitement to keep me "alive", to keep me sane. Looking back time I see a pattern that reminds me of the fact that vampires are not better than humans. We are the immortal reflection in the mirror in which the rules of normal life do not apply. I will not have a family, no happy home, since I only exist in the back of people's minds. So seldom do we even show ourselves; taste the world of another air. Hunting for food, fresh blood, has become a routine - too easy, as people are lazier and do not care about others around them.

Sucking blood used to be a thrill; whole cities on a warpath in order to catch the murderer. Now they just do not care anymore, "take its shoes" is all that echoes in the alleyways when one founds a corpse. The fun has flown out of the window. So basically I eat what I get without the excitement I would want. Sad, but true.

Oh, but then there are the slayers, oh yes. Those, who hunt us being on top of the food chain. Not that they would eat us - it does not meet their ethics. They just merely decrease our number in order to save human souls. Then again, humans do need their Christ, their saviour behind the curtains of ignorance. Yet, these slayers are as feared as we are. Humans deny everything that does not fit their image of normal - their acceptance rate is painfully low.

The first humans thought that the vampire slayers were sent by God and thus believed them to harvest the demons, the right hand of Satan. This is how the concept of "angels" was born. As time went on, people began to add attributes to these "angels", such as wings. It was and still is a never-ending circle of disbelief and rumours. Angels are seen as women thanks to our little slayer Jeanne d'Arc, whom I had the privilege to suck dry - blood tastier than honey. She was burned, a pity indeed, since she would have made a good slave. But, those days are over and humankind has lost its cutting edge. People do not believe in angels and demons anymore and we only exist in books and tv-series.

Even though we are "night walkers", we can walk in daylight too - we just decide not to. Why? Our fangs do not disappear although everyone thinks that way. You see, some kids do have sharp canine teeth which is a reminder that they have had a vampire in their family. Those, who chose to live with humans -maybe even fall in love- unsharpened their teeth and got their blood from elsewhere until they did not even remember what they were in the beginning with. I kept on "living" like I always did and I even attended the stupid parties. Yes, even though I ramble about cutting myself off of my race and roots, I still need them.

Yet again, I find myself at these parties, hanging around those suckers. But oh, I do see a new face here…blonde locks, sapphire eyes, oh yes, a pretty boy. He seems to be hitting Lady Clarissa…not a bad choice even though she is a slut to the core. He is leading her to the garden behind the great doors of the palace. The marble pillars shine in the moonlight and make his figure slender, almost angel-like. He looks more beautiful than Lady Clarissa next to him. They both laugh and their steps are like dance on water.

Yes, I decide to follow them. I want to see how he sways her, whispers into her ear and wants to buy the tainted love of a fragile woman. Pathetic. Youngsters, geez. I follow them to a nearby lake and watch as he lets his hands travel on her delicate skin and for a second shivers run down my spine. I knew it. Her lifeless body turns into dust in his hands, burns every existence of her meaningless world.

I thought you were something else boy, you smell different, I tell him while smiling my brightest smile. He looks up to me with fierce eyes, but does not say a word. The silent type? I ask laughingly. Well, Buffy the vampire slayer, do me too…not to forget that I would like to see you in leather pants, I grin and lick my lips hungrily. The boy speeds up and attacks me in that second, but I am much faster. I hold his throat with my claws just enough to burst out some blood.

Oh, I was totally wrong, I smile at him. Where is your Whistler, Blade? You do realize that I can smell the blood on you, half-breed, I snarl at him maliciously yet playfully. Take your hand off of my throat, he spits at me. Oh dear, it speaks! I shout and burst into a great laughter. I push him away and wipe off the dust from my jacket. You fucking day walkers…thinking you can take our good qualities and be better than us, yet you are the same, I spit back at him. You snotty little brat, I sneer and take my leave. He is no fun at all, why are they always so stubborn?

What I did not expect was a good blow right between my ribs. Not so high and mighty anymore, he grins his teeth showing to the whole world. I work alone, he says and kicks me while I lay on the ground. What an interesting brat, I think I might have to teach him a lesson. You have not been around too long, I presume, I say and kick him to the ground. You should know that I am not one to be played with…I play it rough, you know, I say and then I grab him by his wrists. I yank his hands behind his back and push him to the ground. His face meets up with the wet grass and he breathes raggedly.

Show me how good you are, I whisper to him. Then I press my fangs on to his neck and by sucking leave my mark on to his smooth skin in the back of his neck. He fights me off angrily and pins me down with his muscular thighs and I cannot say I do not find it pleasing. What did you do? He shouts. Nothing, I smile, marked you as my territory, I continue my evil rant. I know you Uchiha, he says with a low voice and takes his stake. Is this kid stupid or what? In that second when he tries to stab me, I move his hand just the slightest so that the wooden stick sinks into my shoulder.

I can feel the stinging pain, but instead of hurting me, it arouses me to a point of no return. This little shithead dared to make me bleed; I am amazed yet excited to see that he is that brave towering on top of me, who have had his fare share of slayers. I eat boys like you for breakfast, I smile devilishly and yank him down into a passionate kiss. He is totally surprised and does not know what to do. I lick his rosy lips, suck the lower part of them and let my tongue travel in that sweet cavern of deity. Instead of pushing me away, his lips start to move just enough for me to notice and the ragged breath he exhales speeds up.

I let my hands travel on his skin, exploring it with my fingertips. My hands sneak into his pants and are about to unzip them, but he stops me. The boy grabs my wrists and with burning eyes pushes me away. I practically lay on the grass and he just bolts up from on top of me. You sly bastard, he says angrily and takes of into the forest nearby never looking back. I look at the stars while being painfully aware of the throbbing in my pants. I so needed a fuck after a fight like that, my ribs still hurt. It seemed he knew me, but he never told me his name. It is something I have to find out on my own. I have not had this much fun since…since I was a human.