note: just something old-ish posted on my livejournal. written for 500themes.
disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Cold
It was a cold December night. The chill in the air did not bother me anymore. I've learned to ignore the cold not so different from the weight of their stares. Because I understand that that doesn't matter to me. But I don't understand why he, of all people who does matter to me, would choose to betray me. I'm just like everyone else. My heart beats, just like everyone else. I breathe, just like everyone else. I think, just like everyone else. I hurt, just like everyone else. So what makes me different?
Sticky droplets fall from my cheeks, staining the ground crimson. A hand reached up to my face and wiped away the wetness. Since when did my body start to move without my command? My tongue snaked out to lap at the sweet, metallic liquid. I grinned madly and hoped that this was enough to satisfy the monster within. Clothes rustled as I stood up gracefully and walked away from the last piece of my childhood. There was no trace of blood on my body, except for the perpetual scent of iron lingering on my skin. Should I be afraid that his blood wasn't enough or scared that this was all second nature to me now? A grown human male's body contains approximately six quarts of blood. A measly six quarts of blood doesn't change the fact that I'm still hungry and so very lonely.
I was almost out of the forest and heading towards the village when I noticed the silhouette of a person hovered on the edge of my vision. The smell of life running through her veins was like a pillar of bright light in a world of gray capturing the attention of a moth. In a flash, I was by her side. Even without taking into consideration at her style of dress, one look into her confused eyes told me that she was an outsider. After all, who could stand to be so close to a monster like me?
It didn't matter to me what her business was coming alone by herself so far away from the village walls. All the better for my purposes. Sand gathered around her legs, and it was only then that she started to suspect something was wrong. First was her right leg. Then her fingers. And she screamed until she couldn't scream anymore. Her dying cries were like music to my ears, the taste of blood in my mouth choking calming the raging inferno in my head. The warmth of her life flowing through my veins was my drug that I can't resist, beating back the cold taking over my body. My entire body felt sluggish with pleasure and heat, and I struggled to make my way back into the village.
Those of the village know what I've been doing just by my slow, drunken sways. They know that I've fed the beast, and they look at me with disgust and fear. But I just can't bring myself to care anymore, drowsy from the satisfying feast of the unnamed woman's blood. I stumbled my way into the house and to my room, collapsing onto the bed where guilty thoughts lay forgotten for now. A faint smile curled at the edge of my lips as I curled up in front of the window, a blanket of warmth cocooning my body.
But it's still so cold.
a/n: now read it again without the italics.