Chapter 1
Blood
A peaceful, soundless village. The deadly silence of the black night. Everything was perfect. I looked down at the village. Not a soul was out. Everyone from infant to adult was sleeping. I closed my eyes calmly and drew my long blade slowly, savoring the metal. A flash. A scream. I ran through the village, my blade tainted red. Each look of terror that drew upon their faces, each last shriek their throats gave before my blade ripped them apart fascinated me. My lips curled from a scowl to a wide grin, adrenaline pumping as I ran to the next house, awakening my victims with an unpleasant surprise.
"It's a demon! The village has been cursed!" My feet slowly stepped forward. The metallic scent of the trail of blood behind me was beautifully intoxicating. My grin grew wider, exposing my fangs to the victims as I taunted them. I walked one more step, before my own blood spilled on the floor. I turned my head glancing at the wimpy blade-no-a switchblade about as sharp as a kitchen knife that struck my right shoulder. I laughed at their foolish attempts, pulling the knife out and pointing it at the villagers. They started to run. I moved faster than sound, gracefully killing the men with their own weapon. The pitiful attempts of these men and women amused me, how they thought they could survive.
Two lone survivors stood cowering under me. I smirked, grabbing the first one's hair, throwing him against the wall. I could feel the thick vertebrae of the man's neck under my fingers, a very satisfying feeling. My thumb brushed over the lump of his larynx before applying as much force needed. The cracking sound of the bones flooded into my ears. The pressure of the nerves snapping under my fingertips and the screams of agony and pain was enthralling. I dropped the man and turned towards the final person who was still, shaking with complete horror. I pulled out a kunai and brought it to his face.
One cut. Two cuts. Three cuts. I inhaled deeply. No. It wasn't good enough. His blood wasn't good enough. It could not satisfy my burning hunger. I took out my tainted long sword and cut the man in half, displeased with my result. I looked up towards the forest, only to find a distant pair of eyes staring down on me. The eyes were blood red and hollow. The stared at me with no emotion. They were the eyes of a killer. My blood boiled in excitement. A challenge. I ran to the forest, grinning as I moved faster and faster with each step, pursuing the man silently.
He stopped. I stood on a branch and examined my challenger. He had onyx hair in a ponytail and wore a black cloak with red clouds on it. He raised his hand. I smirked and put a hand to my chest, accessing my chakra and releasing the genjustu.
"It has been too long since I have had any fun using my ninja abilities to obtain my desire." I spoke, smirking while leaping out of the tree. He turned around, his cold eyes staring into mine. Those were the eyes I wanted. Gorgeous, but oh so deadly. His skin wasn't tan, but wasn't pale either. I sniffed the air, hoping to get a sense of how big my reward was. I chuckled when I didn't smell anything. This was going to be more fun than I thought.
I underestimated this man, but it was still very entertaining. Even though I had not even used most of my ninja powers I could tell he was very strong. Not a scratch left on that skin. No trace of blood. I lay on the ground in defeat, the predator now becoming the prey. He stood over me, the expression on his face unreadable. I waited for this man to kill me like he should. He outstretched his hand close to me.
"Come." That was all he uttered. I laughed, loudly. This man had definitely earned my respect. I grabbed his hand; surely whatever he had in store was not that bad for he would have killed me earlier should he have wanted to. I stood up with his aide, digging my nail into his flesh deep enough for just one drop of blood on my finger. He let go of my hand unfazed by my actions and turned around. I brought my finger to my mouth, getting a taste of this man's blood. It filled my body more than the entire village. It was purifying. It was delicious. It was not mine. I would never own it.
I scowled. I could not kill this man. No matter how much I wanted to.