Sum. PREQUEL TO CRIMSON MOON: Beginning of Sasuke's story, from when he became a vampire then to the vampire era. Sasuke used to have a dark side, the dark side that resided inside of his normal being. The one that was a true monster, the one that dwelled inside him, the one that loved the blood. Two-shot
a/n: Hey, i'm back with one of the prequels that i promised! lol. It was hard to write this cuz the way it's told can be confusing...i hope it's not too confusing...lol. so enjoy!
DARKEST SECRETS
PART 1: DISASTER
I was seventeen when it happened. All of it. My clan dying, blood stained grounds, the blood filled air, and me dying. It happened in a way I didn't think was very possible. We died at the hands of a vampire. One of our own kind betrayed us.
You'll get what I mean.
Yes, I had laughed at the myths about Vampires too. The blood sucking creatures of the night. The dead but never dead, the damned but never condemned. The mythological blood suckering evil spirit that would rise every night and feast on young blood.
The ones we talked about when our fathers were placed around the fire. The stories and legends they told the young ones to scare us and warn us of things I knew weren't real, yet the feel of the way the story was told chilled us to our bones.
I guess people could say I didn't learn until it happened to me. I feel like that's just a statement. Many say seeing is believing. But what about beyond that? Beyond seeing?
No one ever has an answer to that.
The night of the attack was the night the moon was gone.
The night was dark and the village had the fires set out already to guide us around. The village itself is pretty big and we're probably the biggest and most infamous clan around. The Uchiha clan. The clan that originated the Tekkei Genkai, Sharingan. Our pride.
It was a technique that was long gone from our clan, it was said that during the Great War for land, we had this technique, but now in the peaceful times, it was lost. But the village warriors of our clan trained everyday to bring it back. So far, no one succeeded. The only one that had was named Obito Uchiha. He has gone from this village in search of new land.
He's the most famous in our clan. But we hadn't heard from him in ten years. Our warriors didn't give up though. Not me, my father or brother, or any other men that had dignity. Our passion to bring back this powerful technique fueled us to train harder everyday. Obito was the one that pushed us to our limits. Being able to see Obito's Sharingan gave us hope, just in time too. We were in the mist of forgetting it.
We all wanted that power to be recognized throughout the village as a great Warrior. Itachi and I would go to the grounds and train almost everyday. Many said that he was to be the next prodigy of our village. And I'd be the one to follow my intelligent brother's ways. I was proud of him, but Itachi always declined to hang out and train with me.
They all said he was really close to gain our clans tekkei genkai. I was always envious when they invited Itachi to train with the older recruits and I was to be sent home. When I had asked to stay and train with them, they looked skeptical to one another. I could tell what they were thinking from the start.
It was a bit of a gift. To know what others were thinking, not exactly word for word, but pretty darn close. I hated when they thought that I'd get in the way or I'd slow down their limitations and they'd have to be soft with me.
It was in their eyes, on their face that they didn't want me around because I was a 'kid.' They politely told me to run off and play after a moment or two of thinking. I ignored their commands and went to train myself. The thought of passing Itachi and being invited being my fuel.
I never did get accepted. Until I turned seventeen. Today. The night of the no moon, they fully accepted me into the older recruits. The whole village was a buzz , they were preparing the town celebration. But not due to my new promotion, but for my birthday.
It was tradition that when a male Uchiha turned seventeen, they would be assigned a wife. And then when they turned twenty, they were to be wed to them. During those two years of engagement, the men were to have brought honor somehow to the clan, so it brought the newly weds good luck and great placement in the whole clan.
All the women did was stay home and train to be a mother. Cooking, cleaning, making clothes. If a women didn't do or didn't know how to do any of those, was considered a failure and dishonored. Of course there was those women that were very talented and wanted to fight.
Only rarely were those ever around. Only two women were training to be warriors. They brought great honor to the clan too.
It was weird, but I never really thought much of it. I was busy worrying about my life and finally upstaging Itachi. Itachi had a waiting wife in the village but he never showed that he cared about her or the whole arranged marriage. I really think he didn't care about anything or anyone but himself. All he ever did was train.
As a kid, I had never looked into it. Being a kid, I had more than one thing on my mind and I could never really keep my mind on one thing anyway.
He had been acting weird as well. He started to look pale about a week ago and he would train at dusk with the remaining people there. Then, he left early in the morning to go train and wouldn't come back until it was dark.
It was hard to tell if he was okay. He use to talk with me every so often, but when he began to train early in the morning, he'd be too tired to talk or say anything during nightfall. I ignored him after two days of it. I had my own problems.
Since my father was a greatly respectable man, many of the villagers were gathered at Great Uchiha's hut. I sat on my knees, trying to ignore the passing comments of the villagers. My knees hurt against the dirt ground but I wasn't allowed to show or complain. It would bring dishonor if I complained and all.
It seemed that anything could bring dishonor.
My mother and father sat across the fire side by side. My father's face was serious like usual while my mother smiled. It was her life to see her last child be assigned a wife. It was a showing of growing up. Mother was obviously thinking of how well she did on raising two 'grown' up boys.
Father thinking on how proud he was of us, though he wouldn't dare tell us. Other's wanted to see how we'd turn out. Most of them thinking that Itachi would bring the most honor then I would. That was both spoken as well as thought.
The Great Uchiha, was an old man and was our villages wise man. He stood up and recited the ritual words of 'coming to age.'
I couldn't disagree with what was going to happen. It was tradition and really, I didn't care who I married. Marriage wasn't suppose to be with someone you loved. Just so long as they provide the necessities of house keeping and providing off spring.
Tradition is greatly honored in our clan. Great Uchiha finally turned to me and asked me the question that they always asked at every ceremony that I learned it by merely watching.
"Recite the oracle." he said in our native tongue.
I sighed,
"Uchiha Clan,
Tis' the time of age
Honored are the ancient warriors
So that I may serve as one of them
And give my life
To protect this clan
And future wife."
He nodded and threw dirt into the air. He placed his hands together, as in deep thought. He finally opened his eyes and called out a random name. I knew who he called, I just never really socialized with girls of our village.
Since my family has huge honor, making us just as respectable, I was to marry the daughter of someone with high honor as well. The family stepped forward. Itachi got the granddaughter of the Great Uchiha.
I got the daughter of some shrine that stood mighty during the Great War. She had long raven hair and her eyes were matching, a tinge of brown in them.
She blushed wildly as she sat down next to me. I turned to face her, she looked average to me but I shrugged it off. I held her hand, like I had seen happen at the ceremonies, then kissed her knuckles.
"Thank you. I am honored to be your fiancée." I whispered.
It rang in my head for hours and hours after that. It was a lie, but I pushed passed that. There was nothing I could do, I couldn't avoid it, and quite frankly, didn't care for her or care for the fact of marriage. My goal was still not reached and that was one of my main points in life.
It still didn't stop me from walking around. It was passed midnight by now, but the world was dark without the fires on. I liked to think when it was dark. I couldn't see anyone, nobody could see me, and the stars were my thoughts. I had about as many ideas in my head as there were many stars.
I feel asleep under that wondrous sky. It's odd, my mind and myself is the only I could trust and be myself. To others, I was a mere human with shallow emotions that showed to no one except in deep battle. But that's how I was raised. A lot of men were. We were all the same.
I had always fallen asleep when I had something on my mind. But when the smell of fire woke me, it worried me as well. I didn't think much of the fire at first, I had thought it was just morning and I had spent the night outside, since it wouldn't have been the first time doing so.
I glanced over my shoulder and quickly scrambled to my feet. The village, the great Uchiha village. It was burning, all the buildings on fire. The sparks and embers rising high and clouding the sky with dark massive smoke clouds. I could feel the heat from the hill.
The sky in deep twilight, so it wasn't exactly morning. A night ambush, a cheap attack when all were sleeping. I ran down the hill and sprinted towards our village. Who would ambushed us? What enemy would be dumb enough to do so with warriors like us?
Our reputation was the strongest and well known around. We've had travelers come and go, they spread the stories of the Great Uchiha Clan. I ran even faster if possible, if we were being attacked, I would be dishonored. Greatly.
What laid inside surprised me even more. Blood was on the ground, slashes were on the houses, fire was set to everything, and dead bodies lingered the streets. Women, children, elders, and warriors. All the bodies had deep wound slashes, much like an animals or some sort of strong beast.
I had no doubt that someone attacked our village now. But who ever did was pretty damn strong…and a bastard. I ran to my house, hoping the fire hadn't reached it yet. Surely my parents had noticed by now. Or at least Itachi.
My heart slowed its pace slightly when the house was still up. I noticed the door had five claw like marks on the door. Similar to the wounds on the dead bodies and similar to the ones on the houses.
I burst through the front door and looked around. Trying to see if there was any sign of a struggle or not. The room was in shreds, if there was a struggle, they had done it well. I quickly looked for any signs of blood, practically my parents blood.
"Mom! Dad!" I ran over to the next room, the wood was slashed where ever I went. It was as if they were bored and decided to have fun with messing up the house. "Itachi!" I yelled. Some part of me was worried about him too.
The next room was dark and I looked around in an attempt to focus my eyes. I noticed a glint of something in the dark. Red eyes met my gaze and I flinched and backed up into the wall. Sharingan. I thought with awe. But how?
Those eyes were not of a warrior intent to rescue and honor, no. Those were the eyes of a killer, a stone cold bastard. I've seen plenty of those when in battle. When we conquered land and when I single handily stopped a man that was killing away innocent lives in the neighboring village.
We were given missions when already in our teens. Some hard, some not so hard. And during the Great War, all were teens in training and warriors were to go. We ate like kings in those days. But the eyes that stared at me had a hint of solitude to them. They reminded me of-of Itachi.
Everything became brighter, my eyes focusing to the dark. Two bodies laid in the same room now, I didn't need to see to know it was my parents. I gazed at them for the longest time and than looked back up to the eyes that belonged to my brother. I gritted my teeth, fear no longer in me but anger and hate.
Eyes never lied, even if the person did. I clutched my fists, here I was worried as hell and I find my brother who killed our kin. The clan that was meant to live forever for generations. I idly wondered if he regretted it, but then I knew he didn't have feelings...at least none that I knew of if he killed so many.
"You…" I whispered, malice dripping in my voice, "How dare you! Why?" I yelled, demanding answers I couldn't see or find.
He strode forward, his eyes pulling me in. I knew the fire was getting closer as the sounds of breaking wood and collapsing houses were sounding. The fire had a song of it's own as well, it sang sadly and slowly. Wailing. It also knew of the sin that was being committed.
I got up as fast as I could and ran out of the building. The fire had reached the house.
Itachi had followed me out without effort. The house, after all, was his too. He knew it as much as I did and that's where I failed greatly in trying to deceive him. He pinned me to the ground once we reached out of the house.
Blood was sprawled on the ground all around and near me as I hit the ground with a hard pressure building up in my chest and back. I glanced to the side, refusing to look in the eyes of my so called brother. There was the body of my uncle right near me. The cold dead eyes staring at me from it's deceased body. I shivered, this had to be a nightmare.
"Why?" I managed to whisper, forcing myself to look at him. Anger and fear switching it up inside of me. None could really dominate at this point.
He smirked, "I needed a drink." he whispered. "I needed…power."
I glared, "That's why? So you took the life of everyone?!" I yelled. "Your fiancée, mom and dad! Children, adults and elders? You…" I couldn't find the right word to say anything.
It was then that he laughed, more of a low chuckle but his fangs glistened in the fire. Blood still somewhat dripping off them. His eyes a mercilessly a blood red matching the stains around his mouth and teeth.
"What are you?" I asked in denial.
I had seen him stand over my parent's body. Blood on his hands as he glared at me, licking the blood of my parents off his fingers like a monster from tales told around the fire. I had seen the way his eyes looked like blood, but that looked more like the blood line trait in our family, though he had never said he reached the trait yet.
"Wake up." he murmured. "Can you not see the power that I now bestow? I am a vampire." he said in his casual monotone of a voice.
I struggled, "And now your one of the damned!" I yelled. "Go ahead." I yelled, "Kill me." I had nothing else to live for, but a part of me was scared to die. Very scared. I was lying.
He smirked, "Don't lie. It only makes you more weak, and I can smell your fear." I flinched. "But I'm surprised at you. I'd thought you'd want this power as well. But…" he quickly sunk his fangs into my neck.
The pain was great and I yelled out, despite my efforts. I didn't stop yelling as he attached himself to my neck. My voice felt sore and the sound of him sucking made me want to throw up. He picked me up from the ground as he continued to suck and I felt drowsy. The pain still lingering like a burn.
I felt my body drop the ground with a hard thud, unfortunately, it wasn't enough pain to block out the first pain. I lingered on my last breath as I stared at the fires before me. It was a great betrayal of our time. I laid there and finally, let the darkness consume me.
"Mankeyou."
I stood in what looked like a bleak negative colored world. Everything white, black and everything Black, white. The coloring hurt my eyes and I just wanted to wink and keep my eyes closed.
I glanced around my surroundings, blood leaked from my neck and my hands were drenched in my own blood. I looked around and saw the villagers running, crying, fighting. I watched and saw how the bodies would slump and fall in a puddle of their own blood.
I finally saw the movement that was the cause of their dead bodies. Itachi moved with quickness and his fangs sank into their necks and drained as he moved. Occasionally he would slash or drink it's prey. They all died in front of me.
I had seen people die. Some close, some not. But this was awful. No person…warrior, or whatever should ever see this kind of massacre with their own eyes. I yelled. It was more out of pain than fear. But I kept yelling. Over and over, not getting tired and nothing going away.
I wanted nothing more than to die. No matter how much I was afraid of it.
I woke to the sun shining on me. It hurt me and my eyes as I woke. Was this the way I was suppose to feel? Life after death, wasn't heaven suppose to be delightful?
I sat up. My body feeling light, but still earthbound. Clicking my tongue to get my mouth moist from the dryness I felt. Tasting something bitter but utterly delicious I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Blood was on the back of my hand, I stiffened, where in the world did I get blood from?
Leaning in a bit, I smelled it. It reminded me of Itachi…shaking my head, I ignored that it was his blood, but my own from wounds he had inflicted. I stood up and looked around me, hoping to find my parents and some clan members, but all I found was ashes where buildings once stood. I walked on, slowly thinking to myself on how I was still here.
Was I dreaming? Or in hell? Did he really bite me or what? No, he really did bite me, that pain was undeniable. I placed my hand on my neck. There were two puncture marks and I felt my self breath out. I had no heartbeat.
I ignored the feeling in the pit of my stomach and walked through the town. Maybe somebody was still alive…I shook my head. Itachi was always thorough. But I had to hope.
Bodies still lingered where they had been last night. The smell of blood was still heavily lingering the air. It smelled tantalizing. I grunted with a shiver and continued walking. Our house was gone. So was the others. I raced to the Shrine that had always pulled through the greatest tragedies.
My shoulders slumped greatly when there was nothing but rubble. I kicked at the dirt and turned, the view of the village would have thrown anyone into tears. But I didn't feel like crying.
I glanced at the shrine, "I thought this was suppose to stand…but like all mighty things, they must fall." I whispered. I coughed, the blood still strong in my mouth. I couldn't deny the fact that I wanted more, but I couldn't get more.
I didn't want to believe what I was now. I didn't want to believe what I wanted. I didn't want to believe how I survived. With a sad grieving feeling, I turned. There really wasn't a place to go. I stared at the village that was nothing.
The smell of death lingered the air and blood was making me mad. I silently strode back to the village and dug everyone in a grave. Leaving the ashes to be picked up by another. Walking, I left the place I grew up and trained in. The place that was meant and built for Uchihas, yet, was destroyed.
"You'll one day be a good warrior just like your brother…" I snorted, how much was that a lie. If only my life had been so simple as to live up to my brother's reputation. But now, I was settled on staying out of his way.
I wasn't going to have any connection with him what so ever.
I had wondered the earth for days and little by little a bit of me had passed by. I was thirsty more than anything. Water didn't quench it. But I refused. Everything.
Drinks didn't satisfy, food didn't settle. My body seemed to grow colder by the second until eventually I couldn't feel anything from it anymore. At times my body quivered with the need to eat. Hunger was so great it was ridiculous. It was like I hadn't eaten anything in ten years.
But I didn't stop for anything. I just wandered, walked. During the day I shielded myself of the sun's rays. I wasn't quite use to the sunshine. The sun's rays. The sun's face. And I wasn't quite sure that the sun was a friend or foe.
I really didn't want to find out. It was tempting, since I really didn't want to live, yet dangerous because I did. Walking around I entered and exited towns of different kinds. No one seemed to notice the bum with blood stains walking like he was intoxicated.
The women that walked by ignoring me scornfully, but I could see their blue veins pumping blood and every so often I felt the need to just take them. Into a dark lonely corner of the alley or night and take them easily.
I didn't. it brought repulsion to me. How could I think that? It was the very action that had killed my clan and corrupted my brother…but I needed something. Somehow, I passed a barn. The sounds and smells of animals nearby and I couldn't help but get the idea that animals had blood as well.
Stumbling inside the shed, I took the nearest thing and bit. The blood exploded into my mouth and it ran down my hands and down my wrists to the crook of my elbows. I sucked greedily at it and drowned out the sounds of the animals dying wail. All the other animals caused such a commotion around that I quickly snatched another animal and ran.
I ran like the coward I was but could never admit to myself. No matter how many times I thought it. I had taken the life of two animals. Basically like killing a human. Two full animals, yet I was still hungry. I wanted more, the blood ran cold too fast. The blood wasn't so good. The blood wasn't the same. I squeezed my eyes shut, wanting to close out the comments I had now made.
It was a terrible thing, I glanced at the animal and tossed the corpse aside. Running, I ran to the nearest sound of rushing water. It was a river and I washed, running my hands in the water's pure bliss of liquid. The blood came off easily and I took notice, it was night.
I turned my head as I thought I heard a noise. No one was around yet I heard it again. I spun around and glared into the trees that looked alike in stature.
"What?" I yelled to the trees. "What's so damn funny!"
"You."
I noticed it was in my mind that the voice was coming from. I calmed down and slowly began to think to myself. "Me?" I thought. "Why?"
"Because your stupid. You deny what you have become, you deny the food that ensures your life, you deny what you feel. Face it. You're a vampire. You need blood to survive and your scared."
"Scared?"
"Yes. Just let me lead you, let me show you…"
I shook my head, who the hell was talking to me? "Who are you?"
The dark voice chuckled, like I had said it along with a joke. "Seriously?" the voice mused, "I am you."
I froze"What?" I asked, "How can you be me?"
"I am a part of you that was born when converted. Your…conscience if you will."
I glared at nothing but dirt, "I don't believe you…" I murmured, "Your not me…I'm me."
"Have you not been listening?" the voice asked, "I am you, another part."
"Conscience?" I asked.
The voice laughed again, "Yeah. Why not?"
The voice was dark and it reminded me of Itachi the night he attacked. It had too much venom in it, too much…dark. It was low and monotone, mean. Chilling and yet, so characteristic of the what I was now.
"Your hungry." murmured the voice to me. I called the voice, or rather other part, dark Sasuke.
"No…" I whispered. "I'm not."
"I see right through your lie, you know you can't lie to well, me." I could see the other side of me smirk. "Just let me, let me take over and let you rest."
I found myself growing tired, despite myself. My eye lids fell and I didn't struggle to keep my eyes open. "Sleep." he mused to me and eventually, I did.
I didn't know a vampire could sleep. The tales I heard, vampires would sleep in wooden caskets that usually were somewhere inconspicuous. Not obvious and their casket was their life. Someone discovered it and the vampire would be doomed.
That wasn't the case to when I 'slept' for my darker self. I felt like I had been napping, sleeping like when I was human again. The good feel of when you take long naps and wake up to stretch. After all that had happened, I was grateful to actually not worry and just sleep away in the crevasse's of my own mind.
I couldn't feel my body do anything, I couldn't taste the blood that I engorged. Couldn't see or hear the dying faces and wails of humans. I couldn't feel the blood in my mouth or on my hands. I couldn't hear the soft pound of their hearts as I drained their blood. And I couldn't hear the sick sound of their beating hearts when I chased them into a dark corner.
I woke to feel a bitterly sweet taste in my mouth. My old rags replaced with nice and rather fashionable design of clothes, none that I had ever seen, but none the less. I felt tired but than rejuvenated once I licked my lips and took in the remaining blood left over.
Rubbing my head, I scratched my scalp and looked around. My collar was pulled open to mid chest, sleeves rolled up and claws caked in dry blood. I smelled my hands, blood and death with a mix of alcohol were strongly smelled.
I grimaced and glanced around again. A small spasm vibrated through my limbs as I stared at the bodies collected next to me. Young ladies, about four of them laid dead next to me. My hands still had their blood and my mouth and teeth probably still had their blood caked on.
Their eyes glazed over and I suddenly felt my throat go dry. Their dresses ripped open and the mark and trail of blood random. I ran a hand through my hair with a sudden air of disbelief. Had my other half really done what I thought?
Give pleasure only to take their life in the end? To take their blood and young life like that? Four? How many more? I shook my head and backed away from the girls. I noticed that their throats and wrists were slashed and I felt the need to vomit.
"Relax."
"Relax?" I asked to Dark Sasuke angrily, "How the hell do you want me to?"
"You need food, and I supplied it for you…"
"Innocent lives?" I asked, practically shouting to myself.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to survive?"
"Not by killing humans…no…"
"Damn you, there is no other way! You are a vampire, you are a murder since conceived! To think…you were a warrior of your clan…how did you kill before?"
I clenched my teeth, "I-I…this is different."
"Is it?" asked Dark, "I see it the same. You killed them to protect your village…now you kill for food. It's basic survival…it's not that there're a limited source…the worlds covered with humans…one won't be missed."
I furrowed my brow, "How long have I been out?" I asked catching the scenery around me.
"You want to know?"
I gave a curt nod, "Yes. Now tell me damn it."
"Seventeen years."
With a rush, I ran again. Away from the bodies of young girls, away from the scene of the crime and away from the voice that followed no matter where I went. The sound of water found my ears and I ran towards it, I didn't want to stay where I was.
I had to wash. Had to rid myself of the evidence…the blood…the facts. The voice just laughed at me, over and over again. Telling me that I was a fool and overreacted. But I wasn't. I may have been a killer, but being a warrior to protect land and people were different from taking lives for food.
I frowned. To think that the Uchiha clan to see me now. How would they act? Itachi would be smiling at my misfortune. While the rest of the Uchiha Clan weep to see the only righteous heir of the Uchiha turning evil.
Water came into view, waterfall. Trees, greenery, shrubs, bushes…fish…flowers blue sky though green and some pink trees. I entered the chilling water and began to wipe away the blood that dried and favored my pale skin.
I scrubbed and scratched, aching and hurting. The blood refused to come off even though the smell did. I kept going at it, wanting nothing more than for it to get off my skin. I bit my lip and scrubbed harder. After a while I gave up. Glaring at my reflection in the water.
Pale white skin against raven hair that grew longer and raven eyes that have stayed age perfect. I was still young and forever would be. It wasn't me in the water though, it was the deranged vampire in my mind that looked like Itachi more than anything right now.
He smirked sadistically at me. "Satisfied with the look?"
I glared, "Shut up!" Taking my nail and a bit of hair, I began to chop with it. Luckily the nails were sharp enough to do so. I also found a small pocket knife that he had used to slice their throats and wrists. I whipped it in the water and than took it to my hair.
Shortening it, I gave myself the regular look I had before. Short hair with long bangs that reached about chin but never passing it. I threw the knife at the smug look on my dark side's reflection. The image blurred and I stepped out of the water.
"Your hungry." he murmured to me.
I glared and balled my fists. "I know." He only smirked in response.
Years went by in that similar fashion. I would give in to my dark side by accident and once I was out, I was out. Dark Sasuke would play the part of innocent big shot guy and lure girls with false promises and take their life.
Sometimes it would be guys who got in the way or suspected something. Guys that were asking for it or were just plain annoying and in the way for him. I would be out for years, usually a good ten if not seventeen years.
By than, I had gotten use to the fact of killing and drinking. I had grown cold as the dark side it's self until it had grown to my dark side taking over only once in a while for about a year or two. I still hated my dark side because no matter how many times I did kill.
He'd expect more. I couldn't stand to be alone anymore and it bothered me that I couldn't find a single person like me. A vampire.
I woke up from my yearly slumber and glanced around. Cities and houses were being built more often now. Roads and cars dominating the once dirt path and horse carriages I had seen. Trees, grass, and some blue skies were leaving as well.
I had discovered as well that the sun did something to my skin and found it bad to wear anything that showed skin at day. But dark was when I usually emerged. Finding dance clubs and the night life to be much more fun and easy for prey.
It was around the eighties when I woke up again. Neon lights and rock music would pulse into the night and my ears would pick up small conversations and thoughts of other people. I had learned that around the same time I learned about my dark side.
I had the ability to read people's minds with ease. It made hunting for prey so much easier, it was sad. Sometimes, I could even change their minds if they were weak enough in the mind. I took notice to what my dark side had chosen for my style this time.
I had been almost all around the world now and found that staying very long in one place rose suspicion, especially when people began to befriend you. Money was no object as well so I had time to be who ever I wanted to be.
This time I was Goth rocker. Which, I thought, suited a vampire pretending to be human. Black baggy pants with zippers and a studded belt. A plaid shirt with a black tight shirt over it, a tie that was on, but very loose. My shirt rose above my flat stomach and hung off the right shoulder, making it look like I was in a fight.
A black leather vest with rips on the sleeves. Black fingerless gloves with tiny metal buttons decorating them. My nails painted black as my hair was longer than last by a bit. I was already pale so I didn't need face make up.
I also found I had a tattoo on my left arm as well as my ears pierced more than once on both sides. Nice touch. The jewelry was also very nice too. Sliver with sliver and pretty heavy for the average human, but I found it light and easy.
I stood up and headed off into town, I idly wondered how people ever found these dead bodies and what went through their minds when they did. I smirked lightly, would they disbelieve it too. Just like me, just like I had. Though I couldn't gaurentee that they would ever believe.
I paced myself around town. The clubs all sounding refreshing and great, young blood sprang the air and I could hear all their hearts go pacing as I passed. Some gothic and some not. The girls thinking the same thing if not different.
They all wanted a piece of man that seemed dangerous. The bad boy era was in and so was I. The gothics screaming for the fact that I was so vampiricly hot and all the preps and party go girls were turned on by the bad rebellious sense they all got from me.
I played the part, glaring, smirking, strutting and finally waving girls over. All more than willing to come over and see what the guy wanted. I had them all in the palm of my hand. The first I picked out had been a gothic who was more than estatic on my uncanny way I reminded her of a vampire.
She didn't know. And I robbed her of her life. I took the knife and did the deed of finishing her off. I was the one they were talking about in the newspapers and news, striking fear into the hearts of millions late at night. I pushed it away when I smelled a nice prep walking alone.
Her thoughts were abuzz about her boyfriend who canceled on her. Her mind reeling over him and her mind and emotions switching about him. Thinking that he might be with another woman or something else was on his mind, like break up.
I followed, none the less. Finding that girls like these were much easier…espically preps that couldn't get their minds off what their boyfriends were doing.
"Nice pick. Your thinking like a vampire now…"
"Shut up." I thought back to my dark side. He was still awake, usually he'd go to sleep this time and I had my thoughts to myself. I guessed he liked this era as much as I started to.
I hated that.
I leaned casually against the wall. I heard her foot steps get closer, first at a cadence that echoed and beat like a drum. Similar and matching her heart beat, her steps slowed as she noticed me and I smirked to myself.
Her thoughts went to scary ones of assualt and worse. Her second thoughts were to turn and walk the other way since she never really favored gothic rockers. The third thought was the charm, it was the hormonally stressed girl speaking in her mind that told her to stay and flirt.
Probably one of her biggest mistakes, she coughed and walked slower, swaying her hips as she walked slow. I raised my head and smirked at her, earning a smile from her. She was pretty but than again, so were all the girls I took blood from.
"Hi." she greeted, "Lovely night, yes?"
I shrugged, playing the too cool to care act. Her smile only broadened, "Right." she murmured. "So, you come out here often?"
I gave a curt nod, "Hm." I yawned, "Night's my calling."
She took a step closer, brushing arms now. "Yeah, me too." she whispered, obviously lying.
"Don't seem like it." I whispered to her, glancing at her. "More of the day time."
"Night and day are two sides of the same coin." she countered.
"Are you saying something?" I asked.
She spun to face me, her bright eyes looking at mine. She was so intent on making her boyfriend of a jock jealous. I tucked her hair behind her ear and felt her get all giddy by the touch. Slowly, her mind was changing from getting him jealous to making me hers.
I liked that. "I'm trying to say that we should hang tonight." she mused.
"Moonlight stroll?" I asked.
She nodded, "Sure." she hooked her arm through mine and I led her down the street. I had to make this one quick, I was getting antsy about doing other things. Her perfume was choking the air out of me as well.
We both stopped on the park bridge. The view was serene and she kept talking about how pretty it looked and how she wanted to be like the water or something personal. I honestly couldn't see how someone could be so into a stranger that fast.
I slowly let my hand travel from her back to her neck, she giggled and turned to face me. Leaning in, I purposely missed her lips and kissed her chin. Trailing down her jaw line, I made it to her neck. The blue veins telling me to do it quickly and before I realized it, I bit.
Her hug turned into a squeeze and her little yelp turned into a moan of utter ecstasy. I slowly sucked and her squeeze became fearful as her heart beat fast and quick. Her other hand balled into a fist as she tried to push away, her moans became cries and her began to kick me.
I overpowered her easily as she cried. Crying and pleading for her life and saying she wouldn't cheat anymore and that jealously was bad. But I ignored her. A cruel thing to do, but I couldn't stop drinking. I felt her body lose it's resisiting ability and grow limb.
Her eyes fluttered as she whispered her final words. I didn't pay attention as my dark side was yelling at me to stop my drinking.
"STOP IT!" he yelled when I didn't listen.
I ripped myself from her neck and breathed heavily. Letting her body tumble to the ground in a messy heap of dead girl. I shivered, never had I such an urge and never had I had trouble to stop. I sighed and bend down to her.
"You always leave the last drop…" he murmured to me, "Never drink dead blood…"
I had bit her hard, the holes of my teeth were still pouring the blood but I knew I couldn't take it. My dark side kept telling me not to, no matter what. I took the knife and quickly did the duty of a vampire. Frowning a bit, I pitied her and walked away.
The next day, I ventured out in the morning. Hiding in the shadows and taking advantage of the cloudy day we were having. The town was surly different when it wasn't dark or night out. All the clubs were dead and all the boring not important building were being used.
There was no life or adventure in the day. Night there were lights and signs, adventures and much life. Night ruled over anything. I loved it. I noticed how dreary the newspapers were being, the series of kills not really linked to one another and they had only found two of the bodies I had last night.
One of them was the prep girl I left on the bridge. It said her funeral was today and curious, I went to go see. My dark self was laughing at me for such human emotions, but I was truly curious. I was only out at night anyway, so I was interested as to what they did.
I sat in the tree, unnoticed by all below, oddly enough. I just watched as the priest said words that only meant gibberish to my ears. The family, friends and boyfriend was there. All dressed in deathly pitch black, sniffles or sobbing heard at least a mile away.
I watched as her mother and sister broke out crying the most. Mother crying for the fact that her baby girl was gone forever from her, regretting in her mind so many things that she said and so many things not said. Which seemed to be what they were all thinking.
The boyfriend feeling most guilty for not meeting with her that night. I mentally scoffed at their weak attempts. Didn't they know that tears and remorse wouldn't bring her back? Didn't they know that praying to someone called 'god' was pointless? Didn't they know that fate was fate and they couldn't prevent it no matter how much they said they could have?
I felt a twinge of guilt as I watched them all sulk and cry in their own way. How long does a human feel sadness for the loss of someone close? I had lost my whole family yet here I am today.
"Pathetic."
"Be quiet. You wouldn't understand."
"And do I want to?" asked my dark self, "Seems stupid and you know why."
"But, I'm the reason behind their pain…"
"She was there…"
"So?" I asked, "I killed her…"
"I don't see the crime."
"You wouldn't." I murmured. "You wouldn't."
"Are they still mourning?" he asked.
"Yes. You can see them."
"Pathetic."
"You don't understand."
"Don't need to. It's weak."
Her watched outside the house as the family of the girl seemed to be at a lost without her. Confused, silent, and slow. The sister would just sniff a couple of times and wonder around. The mother did her duties around the house with tears running down her face.
The father stayed in his office looking at pictures of her while he thought of his baby girl gone. The brother was locked away in his room. I jumped from the tree and began to walk, I didn't understand. It was all pointless, the way they all acted for one death.
A death that meant nothing to the world around them. Yet they all acted like it had just ended and no salvation would help. I noticed that the girls boyfriend laid passed out next to her grave, I rolled his eyes. I didn't want to see it anymore.
Quickly I ran away from the town. Mind racing with the thoughts and I ran until I couldn't hear them think anymore. My dark side laughed again.
"Your sad." he murmured, "How many years and now you act?"
"Damn you…"
"I'm not to blame, it's your brother…"
"Shut up…"
"Speaking of the devil…"
I glanced up. My eyes widened to the fact that I saw that whom I promised I would have no connection with. My brother just glanced down at me, surprised deep in his eyes but not shown on his face.
He smirked, "Your well?" he asked.
I glared, "Hm." standing straight and I stuffed my hands into my pocket. "I can't be alone with my mind anymore…"
"You want to repress me?" He chuckled, "How long until I resurface with vengeance?"
I clenched my teeth, "I don't care…so long as your not there."
Itachi rose his eyebrows and turned, I glanced up and watched as my brother went away. With a final thought, I ran after him. Not sure on how my brother found me or how and why I broke my promise and followed him.
But I did. And no longer did my dark voice speak to me. But the killing didn't stop.
END PART 1
a/n: That's only part one, i should get part two up sometime next week! please bare with me! thank you, i hope it was okay and not too, eh...it's only a prequel not the sequel...which i promise will be very good...hopefully. Thank you all again and please review!