What am I thinking? Starting a new story...-slaps wrist- bad Kitty! No more new stories! Bad!

Anyways...

I've had a lot of requests that I make another SasuSaku story. This time though, I'm doing something different. This story is AU, something I had always avoided. Why? I'm not sure myself. It's also in first person (gasp)! Never done that before. I hope it works out! But by doing an AU fic, there are a lot more possibilities than a normal Naruto fic! And this one includes vampires! YAY! I 3 vampires!

Disclaimer: Naruto does not belong to me. I am simply borrowing the characters without permission. Now I'm wondering if that is illegal.

Prologue

At the age of thirteen, most girls would be beginning to grow up into respectable young girls. They would start to gossip, acquire puppy crushes on boys, and begin to get into those petty catfights as they entered middle school. They would worry about their hair, their clothes and about fitting in.

I was different at that time. I never worried about how I looked, or about fitting in. I had never cared for gossiping. Neither did I develop small crushes on boys (or girls for that matter). Instead, I was the social outcast. I had friends before then, but shortly after my eleventh birthday, they all separated into their appropriate class, peppy princess, energetic jock, and creative artist. The list goes on. I was left behind, forgotten. And I had never tried to get them back, never held out a hand waiting for a friend.

On my thirteenth birthday I had lost my parents. Being an only child, I was stranded, left alone. My mother and father had taken me out for my birthday, just the three of us. I could remember smiling, feeling elated that they had done everything just for me. They had taken me out to the movies to see a movie that I had wanted to see so badly (I can't even remember the title now).

But I never remember the rest of that night. The last thing I remember is the squealing of tires and the curse words falling from my fathers tongue. Then everything had gone blank.

When I did wake up, I was in a hospital and my head was throbbing. And oxygen mask covered my nose and mouth and an IV was inserted into my arm. A nurse walked into the room moments later, smiling sadly. I was naive at the time; I didn't know what was going on. Her voice sounded muffled as she talked to me, bending down so she could look me in the face.

"Sakura, dear how are you feeling?"

I merely blinked at her. She looked up at the heart monitor and found everything to be fine. Again she gave me that sad smile. It gave me a bad feeling.

"Honey you were in a car crash." She said gently. "You hit your head pretty hard."

I gave her a blank stare. "Where's mom and daddy?" I had asked in my small child voice. She hesitated before answering. I may have been young and naive, but I knew that that wasn't a good sign.

She said in a quite tone. "They're not with us." I'm still unsure if she had expected me to understand then or not. I didn't understand though. "I'll be back; I have to tell the doctor that you're awake."

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I had been sent to live with my grandmother then. Lucky for me she didn't live too far away, so I didn't have to transfer schools. I stood on her doorstep with a social worker (a nice redhead who had taken me out for ice cream before coming here) with my pink Hello Kitty suitcase.

My grandmother was a tall, boney woman with a mop of white-gray hair and a pale pink shawl around her shoulders. I had only met her twice in my life. She was my father's mother and the two of then had never gotten along well. That resulted in my lack of contact with her.

She had smiled warmly at me and leaned down to pull me into a bone crushing hug. It wasn't the greatest first impression and for the next few days I had stayed locked up in my musty, unused room.

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It wasn't until high school that someone had found interest in me (for reasons I wasn't sure of). A girl with hair as wild as her attitude. Her name was Ririn and she had one hell of a reputation. All the time she would come into school, her hair a different color. It was short to her shoulders and cut in a choppy fashion. Some days it would be red, or blue, or pink, or green. People always guessed what color it would be on her normal three day color change.

But Ririn was a bad girl. She was with those people. The 'druggies' was the given term for them at Haiku High School. Somehow I was easily dragged onto their side, taking part of their type of activates. Never had I once tried to pull away. They made me feel safe, welcome, and at home.

I was frightened of them at first when Ririn had introduced me to her 'brothers and sisters'. It wasn't long until I was absorbed like a sponge, observing them carefully and getting to know them. That was a big mistake.

Soon I had taken to partake in their drug acts, staying at one their houses after school just to 'chill' and smoke. It was something that now I regret, but at that time it felt good. Having people surround me and give me a strange family feel that I had lost and was longing for since my parents died. It was wrong, but it didn't feel wrong.

I started to avoid my grandmother that I now knew. I gave her attitude when she asked where I was going and broke the curfews she had forced on me. I gave her such a hard time through the years, and at the time I had never thought of her. I only thought of myself.

Then there was the graduation. It wasn't as tough as I thought it would be to gather myself together and pull away from the period of hardship I had set myself against. I stopped the drugs, hardly touched alcohol, and forced the bad girl attitude from myself. Because I knew that wasn't who I was. My true self, I still had to find. But I knew that I wasn't a bad person. I wasn't the druggie that I was trying to convince myself to be. I was just lonely. The sad girl who had lost her parents and turned to the first person who gave her comfort. It didn't reverse the fact that my parents were no longer alive, but it did numb the sorrowful feeling. If only for a short while.

After graduation, I had cleansed myself, pushed off the non existing thought of college and packed my bags. I had turned eighteen that March and was a legal adult. I could live on my own. I said goodbye to my grandmother. I had never once told her that I loved her before I left. The day I drove out of the driveway in my old beat up car was the last time I saw her. I put the picture of her waving sadly in the back of my mind and drove off to the large bustling city of Tokyo.

Mmkay. This is just the prologue. I hope I've caught someone's interest. I'm getting ideas as I go along with this. I hope you all will turn out to enjoy it! Please review and give your opinion. If you don't like it, tell me! If you do…tell me!