So here is my second story, it'll be multi-chapter as well. I saw people were writing stories about Gaara and Hinata, with Gaara being a vampire. Well of course I'm going through my music again and I play Nymphetamine by Cradle of Filth, which causes me to be struck with instant inspiration. So, I've decided to jump on this 'Gaara as a vampire' band wagon, with my own fic. I hope you enjoy. Oh, I'm not sure when I'll really be updating this, I might try to update it every week. No promises though! If there isn't an update for this next week then there isn't one, 'You Loved Me When You Didn't Know Who I Was.' is my top priority right now.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto does

Title: Rose on the Grave

Rating: M

Type: Multi-chapter

Authoress: ilostmyplace

Description:"I watched you burn at the stake! Because you loved me! Because you loved a monster! I refuse to see you die again!" He waited in slumber for centuries. He waited just for her. If you don't learn from history, you are always doomed to repeat it.

Chapter 1:

Get ready for the impact

"Just a little further now, Sweet Child." A voice sweetly whispered in her ears, as she walked down the stone steps. They felt cool and slick against her bare feet, just like every other time. Her small hand ghosted along the stone wall, it was slick just like the stairs, but at least it provided a bit more grip and leverage. She could scarcely see, there was no light in the tunnel, but it was like her body already knew where it was going, her eyes didn't need to see.

She was growing close, she could feel it and she couldn't explain how. Her heart beat was picking up rapidly, she didn't know why, but she seemed to become hyper aware of everything around her at that moment. Her body stopped it's self, no longer going down the stairs, it seemed her feet weren't the only thing acting of their own accord. "Yes, Sweet Child, you're about there. Can't you feel it? He calls for you, yearns for you." The voice whispered to her again, as her hand rose in front of her, and came in contact with something that wasn't stone.

Her hand gently traveled over what felt like wood, with practiced ease. She found the ancient latch like doorknob and pulled it to the side. Her heart sounded so loud, it was all she could really hear, pounding in her ears erratically. She knew her breathing had picked up, as once again she placed her hand to the door, pushing it open. Even though it was so old, the door actually moved with relative ease, only groaning loudly in annoyance. She entered in to a room, the only form of light coming from a fair sized hole in the ceiling, that was bared off and five feet above her head.

Leafs danced across the stone floor, from a breeze that seemed to come out of no where. A shiver ran through her body, her skin broke out in goose flesh, hairs standing on end. She was close now, to what she wasn't sure, but she was nearly there. "In the light, Sweet Child, everything will start to reveal its self." The voice murmured softly, almost reassuringly, as again her body followed commands she did not issue. It was almost like her mind was just along for the ride.

She thought she felt hands ghost down her shoulders, when she finally came to a halt in the small circle of light, hardly big enough to fit her small frame. She continued to look ahead, like something was going to appear, but she saw nothing. Closing her eyes for a moment she tried to will herself to move, but she couldn't, it was futile. Opening her eyes she gasped, if front o f her, just barely outside of the light was what looked like an Iron maiden, except that it wasn't a maiden but a male. Again her feet moved by themselves, taking a step forward, her eyes too moved of their own accord looking to the right of the Iron Man.

She saw the three latches, held shut by three iron pegs. Her thin pale hands rose up, they were shaking, barely able to take the first iron pin out, it was starting to rust against the latch. Once the pin was free it dropped to the stone floor, the noise it made seemed so loud, obnoxiously so, she nearly jumped out of her skin. She wasn't really scared, but tense, tense for a reason she didn't know, but her muscles seemed to have pulled so tight that they shouldn't have been able to move. The next two pins followed suit, they didn't come out any easier than the first, if anything they were harder. All that was left were the latches, she could now feel her whole body tremble.

"Easy Sweet Child, calm yourself, you'll be with him soon. Keep your yearning tied just a little longer." The voice cooed gently. Her hands shook fiercely as she slowly pulled back the first latch, it moaned it's displeasure not having been used in a long time. The second one was much like the first, moaned loudly and gave some resistance. Only one latch left, one more and she'd finally know what she'd been after, finally know what had been locked away for so many years. Her hands trembled so much, she didn't think she could get the last latch pulled back, but it moved with relative ease, like it knew her mission.

As soon as she put her fingers in the thin crack, and started to pull at the door, hinges creaking and resisting, everything started to fall apart. The stone walls tumbled like nothing held them together, the floor broke block by block, and the Iron Man she was about to open, started to float away. She had to cover her eyes, the background was no longer the dark stone room, but a stark white, it blinded her. Eyes watering she blinked a few times, trying to get use to the brightness, she could just make out the blurry figure of the case that held what she was looking for.

This time she seemed to have control of her body, she ran forward as quick as she could, but the Iron Man just moved further away, and the beeping in her head wasn't helping. She winced, willing the beeping to stop, it only got louder and started to turn painful. Each step and a new pain ran through her mind, finally she couldn't take it and collapsed, placing her hands to her head, looking out of blurry eyes just to see the iron case disappear. Closing her eyes again she gasped.

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"Hinata! Hinata! Wake up! Your alarm is going off." Someone yelled, beating on her door, it was probably her sister. Hinata cracked one of her milky lavender eyes, she wondered how long her alarm had been going off, normally she caught it after the first two obnoxious beeps. Turning over in her bed she gently hit the 'Reset' button. It was 7:30, on a Saturday, why had she set her alarm clock? Laying there Hinata tried to remember, but the thought was just as elusive as her dream, she had just woken up and forgotten it so soon.

Sitting up her phone started to ring, she stood up as gracefully as she could, for some reason she felt drained of energy. When she made it to her desk and picked up her phone she saw the caller was Sakura. Everything clicked all of a sudden. "Hello?" Hinta asked gently, trying to make sure the sleep in her voice wasn't obvious. "Hey Hinata, how are you? Are you ready? I'm going to be at your house in about twenty minutes." Sakura's cheerful voice rang out. "I'm fine, yeah I'm ready, I can't wait until you get here." Hinata lied, expertly no less. "I have to go now though, the maid is calling me down to eat. So I'll see you in a bit." She said quickly, waited for Sakura to say bye, then hung up. After that chaos ensued.

Hinata dropped her phone on the desk, with fast paced steps went to her closet, pulling the door open. What the hell did you wear to a cemetery? She pulled out a pair of faded blue jeans, and a gray long sleeved shirt, it was made out of cotton so it'd be fairly cool if she got hot but it'd also keep her warmer when she put her jacket on. It wasn't the most flattering outfit, but it worked for the cool spring weather, she didn't have time to dwell on looking nice, and when had she ever worn clothes that flattered her anyway?

She went to her drawer and picked out some undergarments, before again going to her desk and getting her white jacket off the back of her seat. Then she all but flew out her door and to the bathroom, the carpeted floor creaking a little bit. She hoped Sakura got stuck in traffic. Opening and closing the bathroom door quickly, she looked at the clock she had about sixteen minutes left. She desperately needed a shower, she could always fib again and say she spilt juice all over herself and she got all sticky. That would work if she wasn't ready by the time Sakura arrived.

Turning the water on, she shed her pajamas in quick succession. First her oversized shirt, followed by basketball shorts, then her panties, she was happy she hadn't worn a bra last night. With her clothes out of the way she jumped into the shower and sadly the water wasn't even warm yet. Hinata's skin broke out in goose bumps, she wanted to shy away from the water but she didn't have the time. Standing under the beam she quickly wet her short hair, grabbed up her shampoo bottle and squeezed some green liquid into her hand.

Almost instantly she calmed down as the scent of mint hit her nose, she loved the smell of it so much, and she really had no clue why. Messaging the shampoo into her hair, she rinsed it a short minute later, then grabbed it's matching conditioner and ran a little of it thorough her hair quickly rinsing and getting out. Grabbing the towel that was draped on a hook by the tub, she just wiped most of the excessive water off, and gave her hair a quick rub with said towel. Next to come was her clothes, she had a little bit of trouble getting them on over her damp skin, but she didn't bother with it, there were only eight minutes left.

Finally Hinata looked in the mirror, she never wore make-up, she didn't really feel the need, however her hair was a different matter. The front strands fell messily to her jaw, while the shorter strands in back messily sat on top of her head. She fingered the black and violet locks, she couldn't really do much with her hair, it was almost like a boys haircut, except for the long strands in front, and fell straight. However, Hinata liked for it to look orderly and right now it did not. Picking up the towel she ran it over her hair again, trying to get it as dry as possible, she didn't have time to get a blow dryer out.

Letting the towel drop to the floor on top of her dirty clothes, she felt a little bad, the maid was going to have to pick it up she didn't have to time to take her stuff to the laundry room. Picking up her brush from the sink counter, she looked at the clock again, three minutes left. Pulling the brush through her thick hair it clung to her face and head in it's dampness, but hopefully when it dried it would look okay. Grabbing her tooth brush she frantically squeezed some toothpaste on it, ran it under the water for a split second, then started to brush as quickly as possible. Hearing a knock on the door from down stairs, she rinsed her mouth and snatched her coat off the toilet, putting it on as she went back to her room. When she entered she grabbed a pair of socks from her dresser, grabbed her phone and put it in her pocket, before going to the end of the hallway and down the stairs. She nearly tripped and killed herself on the way down.

"Hey Sakura, how are you?" Hanabi asked, she apparently had answered the door. "I'm fine, where's Hinata?" Sakura asked, coming inside, Hinata knew this because she heard the door shut. Quickly composing herself she came out around the corner, a smile on her face. "I'm right here Sakura, just getting my socks and shoes on." She said before her sister could answer. Sakura smiled back, not aware in the least the hell her friend had gone through.

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"I'm really sorry to have asked you to do this with me, but since grandpa is sick, and there is going to be a funeral later today I knew I needed help laying out flowers." Sakura said, glancing at Hinata who sat in the passenger seat. "It's no problem Sakura, I'm happy to help, you know that." The smaller woman assured her pink haired friend. Finally Sakura gave a smile that reached her bright green eyes, it wasn't full of guilt for ruining Hinata's Saturday. The two sat in silence, only the radio making noise. They were an odd pair the two of them, looked like night and day physically, and even their personalities were a bit opposite.

Sakura was a very spontaneous person, her pink hair was proof, always very animated and showed her emotions well. She was very pretty, with skin that was lightly tanned, unlike Hinata's pale skin, sharp features that gave her a sublet look of power. Many people in their school envied to be her, and a lot of the guys liked her, at seventeen she was a real heart throb. Hinata on the other hand was very quiet and reserved, she didn't talk a lot, and in her opinion wasn't all that pretty. She didn't have some amazing body like Sakura, who was thin and fit, having the men drooling when she walked by. No, Hinata's body was curvy, big hips and chest, a bit of a pudgy stomach, and rounded soft facial features to match. Men hardly looked at her though, since she did have a rounder figure than other girls her age, to them she was fat, even when her friends assured her she wasn't. Even her doctor had said her weight was fine, it was just how her body was built, she was never going to look extremely thin no matter what she did.

When Hinata told Sakura about how she felt, the pink hair girl had told her up front it was the clothes she wore. It's not that she was fat, but her clothes hid her body and made her look bigger than she really was. If that was really the reason Hinata didn't know, she refused to part with her baggy-ish clothing just to test a theory. So she never said anything about her weight and shape out loud, especially when Sakura was around, the pink haired girl got a bit angry.

Looking out the window Hinata saw the cemetery come into view, it was huge and nicely kept, Sakura's grandparents saw over the grounds. They turned to the left, starting to traveled down a dirt road that took them past the cemetery gates and on to the grounds. The ride was a bit bumpy, but Sakura went fairly slow, the roads were only really used to reach the graves and mausoleums that were way back on the grounds. Continuing to go straight, some four minutes later they finally reached the middle of the grounds where her grandparents house and office sat. the area was clear and nice, if you didn't mind seeing the sea of graves that surrounded the two acres.

Parking the car in the drive way the two girls got out and entered the house. They were greeted by Sakura's grandmother, who seemed to be finishing up with the last bundle of flowers. Tenderly the older woman place the thing of flowers in a huge blue container. "The four wheelers are set with a container of flowers already on them, when you run out come back for your second container." The woman said kindly, and the two girls nodded going out the back door. The had about six hours until the wedding started and a few hundred graves to put flowers at. At least someone had mowed the area the day before.

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Hinata had come back for her second container of flowers, she didn't know how Sakura could help do this every time there was a funeral, after three and a half hours she was already sick and tired of it. Unhooking the empty container she placed it on the ground, and grabbed another one that had flowers in them. It weighed a ton she swore, but she was getting use to it, this was her fourth container. While they set the flowers out Sakura's grandma continued to bundle more together, and place them in the empty buckets they returned.

Sighing Hinata strapped the container on securely, before zipping up her jacket and the getting on the machine and driving forward. It was starting to get a bit nippy, there was apparently a cold front coming in later that day, luckily for Hinata she was going to be warm in her house. She idly turned down the roads, this way and that, going back to where she had left off. She was mainly placing flowers in the mausoleums now, there was an area dedicated to them with the odd grave in between, Sakura had told her they were from some time period or another, that's why they were grouped together.

She finally found where she had left off, dismounting from the four wheeler she grabbed four things of flowers, that was normally the amount of people that stayed in the above ground tombs. Gently she pushed the door open and entered, a shiver rand down her spine for a moment, it almost felt like a hand had ghosted down her back. She brushed it of to being a draft that had come in through the door, and got to placing flowers. When she got to the back of the dark mausoleum, so she could place the last two things of flowers she saw and opening.

The opening seemed to lead down and under ground, she didn't know there had been and double mausoleums like this. Was it even still considered a mausoleum if it also went under ground? She looked at everything, it seemed to be well kept, she didn't know if that was Sakura's grandparents doing, or if someone visited often and took care of it. If someone did visit it then maybe there were more caskets lower that got visited, she should surely place some flowers down there. Right? Hinata thought about what she should do as she place the remaining flowers where they needed to be. She finally decided she would take some flowers down there, if there wasn't anything there she had wasted a few minutes, it would take far too long to go back and ask about the place.

Leaving the mausoleum she went back out to the four wheeler and grabbed a thing of flowers, she thought about how dark it was inside and wished she would have had a flash light, but she doubted it was all that far to travel. Entering the above ground tomb, she went to the back where the stairs were, placing her hand to the wall she recoiled with a slight squeal, the stone was a little slimy but she should have known it would be. Laughing at herself she placed her hand to the stone wall again and moved her foot forward slowly, finding the first step. She repeated the process over and over, slowly and gently finding the other steps, while her hand ghosted against the cool damp wall.

Some where in the back of her mind, Hinata swore this was familiar, but she had never been in this place before. Shaking her head she continued on till her foot seemed to have finally found level ground. She really wished she had brought a flash light, it was so dark, she didn't know how she was suppose to see anything if there really were coffins down here. She was too far in to not keep going though, if anything she probably walk into a dead end, where there use to be a second tomb but it was blocked off. In the back of her mind she continued to feel like she had done this before, like every step she took, she had already done at some time.

A few more minutes and the tips of her feet came in contact with something, she removed her hand from the wall and felt in front of herself. She could make out the texture of wood under her fingers, it was damp as well, and seemed to be splitting in some places. Her hand traveled around for a while, back and forth, looking for a door knob or something and she finally found it. Pushing the door open she stepped in and a gasp tore from her throat. Her dream flashed into her mind, the same dream she had been having over and over again for the past three weeks, but she was never able to remember.

The light was just as she had seen it before, the room was just like it had been in her dreams, the leafs dancing cross the floor by some strange breeze was exactly the same. With unhealthy curiosity she wondered if she stepped into the light, would the iron case appear? Her feet seemed to act fast than her mind, taking commands from her curiosity. She stepped into the light and there the case was, it didn't appear like in her dreams, it was just sitting there harmlessly, pins still in place, latches still held tight.

Her hands started to shake, fear and excitement were mixing in her, fear she knew why it was there, but she didn't know where the excitement had come from. Hinata wanted to leave, this was far too crazy for her, her dreams couldn't be real but here she was standing in a place she had seen every night. It scared the life out of her. Turning around she was getting ready to walk away when she heard the voice. "Help me." The voice was obviously a males, it sounded pitiful and it was coming from the Iron Man or so Hinata thought, she brushed it off though.

Once again she walked towards the door, and again she heard the plea for help. "Is someone there?" Hinata asked, her heart pounding in her ears, there couldn't be someone in the iron case, the pins looked like they hadn't been touched in ages. "Yes please, I'm in here, help me!" The voice was still weak, but there was a bit of hope in it. "Hurry please, I've been in here for so long!" The voice called out, it seemed strained. "H-hang on, I'm going to get you out!" Hinata stuttered moving back to the Iron Man. She couldn't believe this there was someone trapped down here.

With shaking hands she pulled out the pins, as quickly as she could they were a bit resistant because of rust. When they all hit the ground with an overly loud clang she started to pull the latches, when the last one was moved she got her fingers in between the crack and pulled fiercely, thought the front came open rather easily. She moved so that she was standing right in front of the Iron Man and gasped loudly. There wasn't a boy in the case, but it was a man, who looked to be sleeping.

Hinata wondered who had called out, it couldn't have been him, but the thought didn't last, she was concerned when the man couldn't move. She carefully moved forward, taking in his features for any sign that it could be a trick but they were completely slack. His skin was extremely pale, maybe more so than her own, he really didn't look as old as she thought before, maybe twenty-two which was only five years older than herself. His hair was a dark red, she could tell from the little bit of light being cast from the hole in the ceiling. "Sir?" She called out meekly, he was so tall, she didn't realize the Iron Man had been until now, he dwarfed her figure by a foot maybe more.

She got ever closer when he didn't respond to her, maybe he was dead? With a shaking hand she reached up to touch his neck, to see if he had a pulse, but her hand never made it. A scream was ready on her lips when a big hand wrapped around her wrist, but it never escaped as another hand pressed against her mouth. A chuckle rumbled from the man, as her heart beat wildly, like it would break her ribs and leap free. Hinata looked up, only to meet a pair of eyes that looked like blue green glass, she thought they might be glowing. With in a second she was struggling trying to pull away, and the man seemed to let her go which cause her to go flying to the ground.

She gave out a startled shriek as her head came in contact with the stone floor, but she was to frantic to worry about the pain as she opened her eyes, and tried to get up. She saw him standing there, not moving a smirk on his face, just as she was about to push herself to her feet he disappeared, completely vanished. Hinata wasted no more time and practically flew towards the door, and she was so close, she thought that she was going to get free until a hand gripped her upper arm. A scream let lose from her throat as she was pushed against one of the stone walls harshly, and a hard body pressed it's self against her's.

"Where are you going?" He asked, this was the first time she had heard his voice, it was deep and probably would have had her melting into a puddle, had she not been so scared of him. "I haven't gotten to thank you for releasing me." Again he chuckled, but a growl soon came from him as he felt a knee connect with his groin. Much to Hinata's displeasure it did not deter her attacker, but seemed to make him more angry, as she started to beat and claw at his chest doing anything to get him off. For a moment it seemed as if he was relenting, and though her voice felt paralyzed Hinata managed to give the most blood curdling scream as he violently grabbed her wrists. The scream didn't even last long as he sealed his lips over hers, slamming both her arms over her head and into the stone.

Tears started to fall from Hinata's eyes, she was so scared, what was he? He seemed unaffected by anything she did and he should have been hurt in some way. She felt his tongue in her mouth, it had forced it's way there when she had been screaming, and was now prodding at her own as if to get her to respond. All Hinata did was sob while it seemed like he swallowed her cries. When it seemed he would get no response from her, he broke away from ravishing her mouth. "Shh...I'm not going to hurt you much." His tone was almost soothing, but his words scared her beyond anything she could imagine.

"Pah-please, please leave meh-me alone." She pleaded as she felt his tongue tracing her cheeks, licking up the tears that spilled from her eyes. She tried to yank her arms down, but they were kept pinned by his. "I can't leave you alone." He murmured in her ear, flicking his tongue out to trace the outside of her ear gently. "Yeh-yes you cah-can." She tried, pulling her ear away from his tongue. Hinata felt him moving her arms together and quickly he captured both her wrists in one hand, with a little difficultly she had nearly managed to get one free, but he was one step a head. "No, really, I can not." He said kissing and nipping along her jaw line as she sobbed and shook against his body.

Hinata couldn't see his teeth, but they felt incredibly sharp as they gently nipped at her skin. "Pah-please, plah-eh-ease." She choked out over and over again, his free hand finding her zipper and pulling it down, while he licked and suckled at her neck, right over where her juggler vein was. He was no longer paying attention to what she was saying, or the tears that continual spilled down her cheeks. Once her jacket was unzipped his hand seemed to find the hem of her shirt and slipped up underneath it, caressing her skin with his nails, that she quickly realized were just as sharp as his teeth. Hinata struggled anew, trying to push herself into the wall so he couldn't touch her skin, but her attempts only seemed to make his actions bolder, his finger tips came in contact with her skin next.

He chuckled, finding it amusing that even though she was bending under him in defeat, she still struggled. He drew lazy patters over her stomach, loving the feel of her pulsing vein under his lips, he could hear her heart beat hammering so hard that it might burst. It was all arousing, but that's not what he was after, not this time anyway. Finally he started to move his hand further up, raising her shirt as he went, until finally he cupped her left breast in his hand. Much to his disappoint meant it was mostly covered by something, but he gently squeezed the flesh none the less. He wanted her to struggle more, to hear those choked pleads escape her throat. His wish was quickly granted.

Hinata nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt him grab her chest, and start to gently squeeze and kneed it. "Ss-ah-stop!" She pleaded again, sobbing harder if it was possible as he got down to her collar bone and started to nibble on it greedily. "Ah-I woa-won't tel! I pah-promise!" She pleaded helplessly wishing the wall would just allow her to melt into it. He again chuckled, it was deep and reverberated through her, she knew he wasn't going to stop. He stopped nibbling on her collar bones and pushed her shirt up the rest of the way revealing her black bra and the tops of her creamy breasts.

He stopped long enough to appreciate the sight of the more than generously sized mounds, before her lowered his head and twirled his tongue over the top of her left breast. Hinata gave a high pitched cry, "No! Don't!" This time she didn't stutter as she thrashed a bit, and he only chuckled again. "It's too late." He murmured against her skin, before biting into the flesh and sucking greedily at the blood that was produced. Hinata screamed, though no one could hear her, screamed so loud her throat burned every time. She hardly tried to get a breath before she started to scream again, the man latched on to the top of her left breast drinking her blood.

Finally she could scream no more, her voice couldn't take it, so she just gave out ragged sobs that were even starting to die down. She could hear him noisily sucking and wondered if he was being so loud just to goad her, she also wondered how long it had been since he started sucking. Her breaths came out in ragged pants all noise from her subsided, her tears just gently rolled down from her eyes, no longer as quick and hot. He could feel her weakening, he'd have to regrettably pull away soon, he really didn't want to, her blood was something euphoric.

He felt her muscles slackening as he lapped and sucked at the wound he caused, slowing down on the rate he had been draining her. He felt a few tear drops hit his hair, actually they had been hitting him, he just hadn't noticed. Pulling away from the wound he gave it another lick before looking into Hinata's half lidded eyes. "Hah-who are you?" She asked him weakly, taking in his blood stained lips as his tongue darted out and licked them. "I'm Gaara, but you won't remember that until next time we meet." He said in his deep voice, practically purring in content, holding her pale orbs with his own bright ones.

He watched her mouth his name, but no sound came out. Her head drooped the rest of the way and became completely slack, showing him she had passed out, maybe he had taken just a bit too much blood from her. Gaara hoisted her body up and cradled her bridle style, looking down almost fondly at Hinata, but quickly his eyes became hard and glared down at her as if she were disgusting.

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I hoped everyone liked this. .