If your reading this thanks for checking out the story. This is my second fanfic and my first vampire fic ever. So please just bare with me.
Disclaimer: Naruto, alas it was not meant to be for I do not own Naruto.
Chapter One – A Sealed Fate
The trees outside swayed madly; their branches clawing against the windows of the old wooden house that sat on Owaru Drive. Lightening flashed illuminating the sky and thunder crashed only seconds later. The rain that pelted the ground had been falling for hours now and the small town of Konoha seemed a desolate and haunting place.
Every soul was sleeping in this tiny town. That is to say every soul except for one. In the old wooden house on Owaru Dr. a little girl lay in her bed peeking out from under her thick blanket. She was small and only six years old at the most, but if you were to ask her she would proudly claim to be six and a half.
A pink strand of hair stuck out from where the blanket was unable to cover her entire head and emerald eyes that shone with the fear of innocence darted from one side of the room to the next.
Her name was Sakura Haruno and she was afraid. Earlier that day she and her parents had moved into this creepy house. Her parents had been ecstatic going on about grown up things like renovations. They had talked about how lucky they were to have been able to buy the house at such a low price and she could never forget what they had told her when she had yelled at them about the house being old and stinky.
"It's an antique." Her father had told her in that voice adults always used whenever they spoke to children. After that was said she could only agree. The stupid house was an antique alright. She had almost fallen through the porch on her way inside.
And now here she was in the only downstairs bedroom in the entire house while her mother and father slept soundly upstairs. Sakura had to admit she liked her room, but everyone knew that first impressions were very important. Thus being a six year old all alone in a room for the very first time where the walls continued to groan and creak while a storm raged outside wasn't helping her to like her new home any better. In fact the entire ordeal sent shivers down her spine.
When she had first seen the house she had been convinced that she would have terrifying nightmares and not a wink of sleep. Surprisingly, though; she had slept very comfortably. Until of course she had heard it.
Sakura had always been a light sleeper, so the shuffling at her door hadn't gone unnoticed. Her eyes clenched shut at the memory. She had tried telling herself that it was only her young mind playing tricks on her or possibly the thunder that continued to rattle the old windows of her room. But the fear didn't go away and she was certain she had heard the wooden stairs leading to the house's upper levels groan in protest under some mysterious weight.
Looking back Sakura would always wonder where she found the courage to swing her legs out of bed and tiptoe to her door, especially when her throat had begun to hurt as soon as she'd awoken to the mysterious sound. It was flu season after all. Regardless she did make her way to the heavy wooden door – the ones that could only be found in "antique" houses like this – and she gently leaned against it to see if she could hear anything over the rumbling thunder and the various creaks and groans of the house.
There was nothing that piqued her interest and she was tempted to head back to her overly warm bed; her mind finally at ease that no one else was in the house besides her mother, father, and herself.
As she rose to head back to her bed though she unconsciously swallowed. Her throat constricted painfully and she continued to swallow hoping that her spit would help to moisten the painful and dry area. The pain lessened each time and she decided to get something to drink.
Her previous fears long forgotten, she grabbed the doorknob and turned it without even the slightest hesitation. The kitchen wasn't far. Her room was on ground level. Before she knew it she sat at the family's temporary kitchen table – the real one sat in a corner waiting to be assembled – slowly sipping a small cup of water. She silently congratulated herself for not making a mess when she had poured the water and swung her legs absently beneath the table. Feeling as though she were an adult because she could "take care of herself" in the kitchen she thought about climbing the counter to reach the medicine cabinet. She had watched her father fill the cupboard next to the fridge with a number of pill boxes and icky cough syrups. All of her old teachers had praised her about her reading skills so she was confident she would be able to find something labeled "sore throat".
/creeeaaak,creeeaaak/
That hadn't sounded like the wind.
Her heart pounded in her chest when she heard the ominous creak again…and again…and again. Someone was definitely upstairs.
Sakura lightly shook her head, "My parents," she whispered. The words had been meant to comfort, but she still sat with her eyes fixed to the ceiling.
The sound of footsteps moved from one area to another, and Sakura watched as dust fell thickly from the exposed beams. Whoever was up there would be directly overhead now. Sakura almost fell to the ground.
'Whoever,' she thought. Suddenly she knew she shouldn't be there. She knew she should have never left her room. She knew she should never have agreed when her parents had asked how she felt about moving. But most of all she knew that she needed to get back to her room.
Without thinking Sakura jumped from her seat, but as soon as she'd done it she realized her mistake. The footsteps overhead had stopped at the sound of the chair scraping against hardwood, and she was positive it wasn't her parents. Her father would have rushed downstairs to find out what was wrong. Her mother would have at least called out.
When the next cloud of dust fell – accompanying the sound of another footstep – she almost fainted, realizing it was in the opposite direction.
'They're coming back to check out the noise,' she thought. Her eyes darted back and forth across the kitchen. What should she do? What could she do? She seemed to stand there forever her mind a muddled mess.
The sound of the ancient staircase's groan brought back some ounce of clarity, and she bounded to the kitchen entrance and turned off the lights. The kitchen was instantly shrouded in darkness.
The footsteps were only a few feet away now and in a last bout of energy she slipped into the corner closest to the doorway. For a moment she couldn't hear anything. She had tried to quiet her breathing, but it seemed impossibly loud in the silence.
After a moment she became aware of a slight pressure on her arm. Before she could scream a hand clamped over her mouth. She struggled against the steel grip on her body. Occasionally she slammed her head into her attacker's chest, but stopped when she found her skull bashing into a chest just as hard as the arms wrapped about her. It was easy to guess that the person was male.
"Calm down kid," he said. His voice was calm if not amused. "I'm not here to hurt you."
Sakura continued to struggle unaware of the stranger speaking to her.
"Humph," he grunted. Without further warning he shook the small girl in his grasp forcefully, sending her into series of screams now that her mouth was free.
"Let go! Let go of me! Let g– daddy, mommy! Help," She shoved her arms against him trying to pull free. "What do you want? Just go away."
Sakura soon realized that the man wasn't fighting back, and she began to stare stupidly up at him. Red eyes met her confused stare with equal confusion.
"Are you about finished?" He asked. Not sure of what else to do Sakura only nodded and was shocked when she found herself free of his iron grip.
A shock of white became obvious in the dark. Sakura was confused as to what it was but soon realized that he was smiling.
"…Just be safe kid. I gotta go." And then he was gone just like that.
Sakura didn't know how long she stood there. But it felt liked hours. What had just happened? Had he been a burglar? What had he wanted? Question after question pounded her and it wasn't until early in the morning that she headed back for her room. On her way there she completely ignored the dark puddles that seemed to have magically pooled on the floor and on the stairs. Her head hurt and she chose to forget about all of these strange things. She had the flu after all. So the strange puddles and there rank smells were going to be ignored…until morning.
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Okay, I know nothing really happened and I'm sorry. This is my first vampire fic and I'm not the best writer. Please Review!