Hey all this oneshot is for FleeingReality, who I thank for giving me this idea!

Just to let ya'll know this is taking place in the 1940's, so if you're unfamiliar with some of the clothes I suggest using google, because that's exactly what I did.

7/7/16: I cleaned it up.

Salvation

He weaved agilely through the streets, his black 'Spectator' shoes clapping softly with each step. Over his head he wore a fedora slightly tipped to the side casting a shadow over his eyes. In the crowd of people he looked rather ordinary, but rest assured he wasn't.

This man wasn't breathing. This man didn't have a heartbeat. This man was the result of a worst case scenario. This man should be dead, and yet here he was, as alive as the undead could be.

This man used to be Naruto Uzumaki, the Hero of Konoha, Savior of the Shinobi Nations, and the first (and only) vampire/jinchuuriki hybrid. Now he just… existed.

With grace that could only be inhuman, Naruto made his way through the streets, the heartbeats of the humans pounding in his ears, making his eyes flash crimson momentarily before returning to their golden brown.

It was odd, you'd think he'd have more control after two thousand years, but unfortunately his thirst was as grueling as it had been on the first day. It was only thanks to his hard-headiness—will power, he meant will power—that he was able to make it through a day without wringing a neck.

After walking a couple more of blocks (with him once or twice biting his lip to resist ripping out someone's throat) he stopped outside a small bar. His head tilted up slightly to read the sign that hung above, his lips moving slightly as his gaze passed over each word. Then he lifted his head slightly to inconspicuously sniff the air, trying his hardest not to flinch at the mouthwatering smell of blood; and in that scent was another, a more potent smell, a vampire's smell.

Yes, it was the vampire he'd been tracking.

This fact wasn't well known, but Naruto was the first 'vampire'. The result of an elixir Kabuto had ejected him with during the war. It was with the hope that it would shut him down, and the experiment worked, but not in the way the bastard had hoped.

When the Kyuubi's essence, chakra, and the antidote mixed it created this venom. It had killed him. His heart stopped, his skin chilled, and he went through the most torturous pain of his life. In all sense he had died, but then his eyes had opened.

He had returned to life.

He had become immortal.

Of course, it wasn't as easy as just waking up. No. The thirst. The bloodlust. He had killed Kabuto. He ripped his throat out, and drained him. He had gone into frenzy, he created more immortals, and now he spent the rest of his existence hunting down every last one of his mistakes.

But life—especially an immortal one—was never that simple. They had multiplied, and they had hid. It was impossible to hunt them all without bringing up too much attention. So he waited, until 'sightings', or killings happened so he could investigate. This time he'd gotten lucky; for once a sighting had been true.

Pushing open the door, he tried to suppress a forming smile. He found an… enjoyment when he rid the world of another vampire. It helped put his four thousand year old mind at ease.

Slowly he entered the bar, his head scanning all the occupants in search of his victim. His searching gaze stopped on a small woman, his golden eyes meeting her own. So, it seemed she was like him, an animal drinker.

Well, that made it a tad bit harder.

Taking a deep breath, (big mistake) he walked over to the woman, his gaze never faltering from her own. She was small, really small. Naruto was by no means tall, but she barely came up to his chin. Her hair was short and had a delicate wave to it. She looked eerily similar to a porcelain doll.

"Hello ma'am." Naruto smiled, tipping his hat slightly in acknowledgement. "My name is Naruto Hake; may I ask your name?"

"Alice Brandon." The woman said her hand outstretched to shake.

Hesitantly he took her hand, wary of the recognition in her eyes. Recognition was never a good thing for him.

"Well, a pleasure Ms. Brandon." Naruto said with a forced smile.

"You know, you could drop the act Mr. Hake." Alice said, much too cheerfully for someone about to meet her end, "I know what you are." Her voice lowered only slightly, "considering I am one too."

He tried to keep his face impassive, resisting the urge to raise an eyebrow. Her forwardness was… strange. Really strange. This woman was very strange. No one had ever outright admitted what they were, especially to him.

"Well then," Naruto said, smile coming a tad easier. "If you know that much, then you probably also know what I do to… our kind."

"I do." Alice said slowly, her eyes bright. "But I know you won't hurt me."

His lips twitched, "And what makes you say that Ms. Brandon?"

"Because I saw you."

This time he couldn't resist raising an eyebrow. "Saw me?"

"Yes." Alice smiled, "You and me."

Naruto's mouth fell open; it closed, and then opened again.

"Excu—" He cleared his throat, to keep it from cracking. "Pardon me?"

Alice only smiled; her hands reached up to stroke his face, and Naruto was so shocked he couldn't bring himself to push her away.

What. Was. Happening.

"I can see the future." She admitted, her fingers tracing gently along his jaw-line.

"You're a gifted then." Naruto stated, trying to regain some of his bearings.

He watched her carefully; he couldn't wrench her hands away from his face without appearing incredibly rude. She, at least, didn't seem stupid enough to attempt to rip his head off in front of five other witnesses, so he'd allow it.

"Yes." Alice smiled, her hand stopped to carefully cup his cheek. "But my gift does have some boundaries."

"As does every gift." Naruto answered, forcing himself to relax slightly in her hold.

He could sense only innocent intentions, so he'd let her talk, you know, before killing her.

"I guess." Alice shrugged her hand dropping back down to her side.

"If your gift is this perception, why, why'd you wait here for me?" Naruto asked, actually intrigued. That's what a couple thousand years without any real social contact would do to you he supposed. "If you knew what I've done to…" He mulled over the correct word, "people like us, weren't you afraid I'd hurt you?"

"No, I already told you," She smiled. "I saw us."

Naruto frowned. "If you're implying," he stressed the word, "what I think you are ma'am, I think you have the wrong man."

"I don't think so." Alice smirked, and his frown deepened.

She was delusional. That was the only explanation. And since she was insane he should have no problem killing her. The world would be better without an insane blood sucker… and yet. She was decent, and annoying. She was so annoyingly decent the thought of killing her just didn't appeal to him anymore.

How had she managed to suck the fun out of it all?

"Well," He growled. "I think so Ms. Brandon." So much for a witty comeback. "Now if you'll excuse me, I must be leaving."

But before he retreat—leave he meant leave—a small hand caught his wrist, bringing him to once again face the other vampire. "I thought you were supposed to be killing me Mr. Hake."

"That was the original plan," Naruto answered racking his brain for a reason, a rational reason as to why he'd keep her alive, besides the fact that she had somehow annoyed him out of it. Oh, how the mighty had fallen, "but since you're an animal drinker I think I can make an exception." Yes, it was official, he was lame.

"And what if I wasn't?" Alice inquired, her hand slowly slipping into his own. "Would you kill me then?"

Naruto's eyes narrowed, as he eyed their intertwined hands wearily. "I don't see how that would matter. I am leaving you be, after all."

She tilted her head slightly, some of her hair moved to cover her left eye.

He wanted to brush it away.

His hand tingled, and the place his heart would've been seemed to warm. He couldn't move when she then smiled. He forgot how to breathe.

Was he so starved for affection that the first person to offer it to him had him immobile?

Probably.

"This," He started to pull away, inwardly panicking. Ok, outwardly panicking too. "This won't work. I am sorry Ms. Brandon." He cleared the building venom from his throat. "Truly, I am. I am sorry." He moved to, once again, leave.

Alice held fast. "How do you know if you won't try?" She murmured, her smile softening around the edges.

"I…" He once again looked down at their hands.

It was nice. She seemed nice, if not slightly annoying. He used to like both those things before the transformation, or at least, he thought he did.

He felt like he did.

He felt something bubble in his chest, something he hadn't felt in a long time, hope. "I can't promise that I… that I will be good for you. That I will know what I am doing. I am stubborn and set in my ways, but… I will try."

Alice smiled, and he was enraptured. He felt his heart twinge. He felt lighter. He felt like he could do this again. He could live.

Even if he didn't know it then, he had just found his salvation.

He had just found his savior.

He had just found his soul mate.

Well, rereading this poop twenty years later has been awful. The premise was alright, but I took out the kiss cause holy shit don't ever move that fast in a relationship doods. This was kind of more angsty than I had intended, but living for thousands of years, and also hating yourself for that long would make you kind of… sad.

I tried to add some of the original Naruto's quirks, but I felt that after thousands upon thousands of years even he'd lose hope.

Anyway I had fun/died a little rewriting and rereading this man. I'm sorry you all had to suffer through the first story with me.

Again thank you FleeingReality for giving me this idea! I am so sorry that it took me seventy years to try to improve/make it more realistic.

-XM