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Ugh, I've done it again. I've started to write another fanfic. Oh well. It's short because I want to see how many people are interested in it.
Angel is 17. Everyone's age difference is the same- Itachi is 5 years older than Sasuke, Sakura is a year older than Angel, etc.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Naruto characters, at all.
Night Club Terror
Life was always interesting in Konoha, well, I should say, the night life is.
My good friend and I sat and watched the men and women dance to the loud music while the bass beat within our chests, making my chest feel empty with its newfound lightness. Well, I was watching the door and the newcomers more than the intoxicated dancers.
She was fidgeting with the empty glass at her side. It had held water earlier but in this heat she had finished it off quickly. In this club, Darkest Desires, an empty glass was an invitation to all single males, bisexuals or homosexuals, all of which we turned away. If we had accepted the refills we would have been accepting their advances; it was an encouragement we weren't going to give them.
We had been here for an hour and there still wasn't any sign of my intended target. I hated it when that happened. I hated waiting- period.
Two young men were approaching us now- one our age, the other was older. Both had dark hair and dark, endlessly deep eyes. We both turned towards the gorgeous brothers, if their similar features were anything to go by, as they stalked forward. Or maybe glide would be a better word to describe the way they moved.
Trying to talk or hear anything over the music was impossible and the multi-colored strobe lights pulsed with life and lent everyone an ever-changing colorful mask.
The elder of the two had obviously chosen me as his intended victim since the younger was getting Sakura a drink- she let him just as I allowed his brother too. She was dazzled by the younger male and guilt flashed through me- she didn't know what was going on, not really. I was keeping their identity a secret and I hadn't told her the truth about this visit to the bar- the glazed look in her eye told me I might have just doomed her.
It was very difficult to break a vampire's thrall over you, especially when they were of royal blood. If the thrall over her didn't break then she'd continue to pine after him once he left and would die.
The elder male leaned over until his breath caressed my ear and neck. "And how are you tonight, little kyoukan?" My entire body tensed at that simple sentence as horror filled me. He knew what I was. He probably thought that Sakura was one as well.
Crap.
'He knows…'
Kyoukan- slayer/assassin/murderer/killer (though it also means ruffian, scoundrel, villain, gallows-bird, rogue, triggerman, butcher, and cutthroat)