Discalimer: I do not own Naruto, or anything to do with Anne Rice. Wish I owned Lestat though...
"It was a cold day... rather like this one when it happened." The voice was coming from a figure, engulfed in the shadows. "Of course, I don't feel the cold now." He turned slightly, and the young man in the centre of the room shivered slightly. Now, from the light of the moon, he could just about see the man's face, his gleaming blue eyes glinting in the corner of the dark room.
"So vampires don't feel the cold?" He questioned.
"We are always cold, so no, we don't feel it. It is on the rare occasion that we are allowed warmth, and that is a true joy." He walked into the light from the window, and now the man could see him clearly. He had short spiky blond hair, skin like the moon, dazzlingly blue eyes with rings of darkness surrounding the pupils, and six very strange marks across his cheeks. It looked to the man that they were scars, made by someone's twisted view of what whiskers should look like. "I suppose you'll need light if you're going to record my story?" The young man nodded. In a blur of movement the vampire went to the light-switch and back. The young man blinked, partially out of surprise and partially out of having to adjust to the sudden brightness.
"H-how did you do that?" The young man broke out in a sweat, and fumbling, he reached for a cigarette. The vampire smiled calmly.
"It was something that I was able to do, even when I was a mortal. Now, you're shaking. I'm sorry. What can I do to put you're mind at ease? Here..." He lit the cigarette for the young man, and sat him down in the rusty metal chair that was the only piece of furniture in the room, aside from a rickety table with three legs. "Lets get started shall we?"
The young man pressed Record.
Interviewwithaninja.Interviewwithaninja.Interviewwithaninja.Interviewwithaninja.Interviewwithaninja.
When I was changed, I was a little younger than you are now. I lived in a relatively large village and I was training to become a ninja. That trick with the light-switch, I was already able to do that by the time I was fifteen. I suppose all that I learned while I was human is useless to me now. You see I came in a time before guns existed, where a person with enough individual strength was more important than a whole army. Now, the cries of nature have been drowned out by the humming of cars, and people are sitting languidly in front of their computers, televisions. It seems as though the people of this time have forgotten how to connect to life... or perhaps they are much more connected than they were before... Well, I shouldn't be talking of life. I never lived long enough to unravel it's secrets.
In my village, to become a ninja, one had to train with two other people. I was on team seven, with Sakura, the love of my life, and Sasuke, my greatest friend, and rival. There was nothing I wouldn't do to get Sakura to notice me, and I would never miss an opportunity to try and best Sasuke. Of course Sakura was head over heals in love with Sasuke, and Sasuke was all the teacher's favorite... the perfect embodiment of a ninja.
I trained hard every day. I wanted people to notice me, and I had a dream, a grand but reachable dream. I wanted to become Hokage, which was the title for the strongest ninja in the village. I'm sure that if I had remained human, I would have received the title. You see, at that time all I wanted was acknowledgment. I wanted acknowledgment from my teachers, acknowledgment from Sasuke (I would do anything to get him to recognize me as his rival), and just general acknowledgment from people, as most had the tendency to ignore me. I was kind of a black sheep in the village community.
It was all because of a demon. Don't laugh. If you can believe in vampires, why not believe in demons? It was this demon that made my life hell, but it was also the demon that held me up in battles, where I would surely have lost without it. Those that knew of the demon chose to see me as the demon itself. It was as though by being the demon's container, I was a monster myself. Although, the irony of it was that the demon was my last connection to humanity...
But enough of that. What of my change? Why did I become a vampire? It all began with Sasuke. My dear sweet, power-hungry, Sasuke. He'd had a hard life, I knew enough about it to be pretty sure that his loneliness rivaled my own, and his one goal in life was to be strong enough to kill his brother. So, searching for the power that would enable him to do that, he set off on his own, ran away from the loving care that the village never showed me, and into that hellhole that Oorichimaru governed. I know nothing of his time spent in there, only how he was when he came out.
I remember that night so clearly. Sakura and I had just come back from a mission. They were sending us both on a lot of false missions as to keep our mind off of our missing companion, and I stumbling into my two room apartment, begun to treat the wounds that I hid from Sakura. It was then he came out of the shadows.
Usually a ninja would be able to sense another's presence, but I had not noticed him at all. I later learned that this was because a vampire's body does not carry out the regular functions of a humans. I didn't hear his heart beat. He walked towards me, and for the first time in a while, I was truly afraid. As he walked towards me his eyes were fixed on a deep gash on my arm. His tongue ran sensually over his lips. Averting his eyes with difficulty, he looked at my face.
I was shocked. He seemed paler than he usually was. It was almost as if the silver of the moon were radiating off of him. His midnight black eyes were transformed into bottomless pools of ink. I could see the faint outline of blue veins clinging beneath his skin.
And softly he said, "Naruto." I got up hesitantly, and felt for the kunai hidden beneath my shirt.
"What do you want, teme?" I said, trying not to give away my nervousness.
"You." He leaped forward, and pinned me to the wall. Such strength a vampire has... even with all my years of training I could not even shake him. He put his head to the gash on my arm and started to lick at the blood around it, then slowly he brought his face up to eye level. We were so close, I actually thought he was going to kiss me. God knows what that make-up wearing Oorichimaru had done to him. I could feel his breath on my lips and I noticed for the first time how cold it was. Everything about him was cold, like he had just been swimming in the middle of January.
"What's happened to you Sasuke?" I asked.
"I've fulfilled my 'destiny.' I've finally done it. I've killed Itachi. It cost me my soul to do it." He was smiling at me. "I've sold my soul, and now you're going to join me." He lent in closer and gripped my head with one hand. I could feel his cold, cold lips on my neck. I think it was then I really started resisting. I kicked him as hard as I could and with my free hand I tried to pull his head away. He growled in frustration and in one fluid motion he picked me up and threw me to the floor.
"Don't make this hard on yourself!" Before I had time to move he pounced on me and bit my neck.
I can't describe to you what it was like. It's like trying to explain the Northern Lights to a blind person. It hurt when he sunk his teeth into me, although I later learned that vampires can make blood letting a very pleasurable experience. It was like I was sinking. I had gone underwater and I was freezing cold, yet I didn't have the energy or will to stop it. Then all of a sudden I was back to reality, and Sasuke was above me, the only distinguishable thing in a blurry haze of blues and blacks.
"Drink." A simple order, yet with infinite meaning. I smelled it at first, the blood from the wound he bit open on his wrist, and instinctively I went towards it, and latched myself on to it. All I remember is the sweet taste of it, sweeter than any cup ramen, sweeter than all the candy I'd ever stolen from the corner store. A vampire's blood is different from that of a human's. It is like comparing wine to fruit juice. After a while I could hear his voice, faded, in the background, telling me to stop. But I didn't. I couldn't. It wasn't until he finally wrenched me from his wrist that a new sensation took over me.
Death is just a transition from one state to another. It's very painful, however. Feeling my heart stop was terrifying enough as it was, but at the same time your body is ridding itself of everything that it does not need in death. I felt liquids of all sorts of things leaving me. I was being drained of everything but my blood. I could hear something inside of me screaming. I realized it was the Kyuubi. It was telling me to stop, and for the first time I saw it in it's cage in a fearful state. It was writhing around pitifully. As my life drained away, so did the Kyuubi's. I was turning into a real monster, and the demon that everyone feared was dying. I felt like laughing a bitter laugh at all those in the village, but of course, I was in no state to laugh.
When it was over, I found myself being seated into a sitting position by Sasuke.
"Isn't it wonderful?" he said, then smiled at my horrified expression.
"What have you done to me?" I wanted to lunge at him and shake him, but I was too weak.
"You have become like me. I know it feels awful at first. That dreadful thirst must be getting to you. Come on. I'll help you get your first hunt." He then pulled me to my feet, and guided me out the window.
The moon was bright, and it shone down on us, guiding our way through the village. A ninja has excellent night vision, but being a vampire changes one's whole perspective. It was amazing the first time. Everything I saw had a different edge to it, one that I'd never noticed before. A leaf on a tree was enveloped in its own world, the wood sign on the butcher's door had labyrinths of swirls and circles, and Sasuke himself walking calmly beside me looked ghastly beautiful in the moonlight, his translucent skin and laughing dark eyes.
We stopped in front of a small house, with rickety windows and a door that needed repairing. Pushing the door open he went in, and motioned for me to follow. We walked up a narrow flight of stairs, and turned into a cramped bedroom. A mother and a child were sleeping inside. I recognized the mother. She was a nasty lady who worked at the supermarket. She always did everything in her power to prevent me from getting my ramen, or overcharge me at the register. I suspect she had lost someone to the Kyuubi.
Creeping in, he walked slowly round to the bed. The little girl was clutched in her mother's arms. She must have been about four or five. Slowly, he pulled back the woman's hair and revealed her neck.
"What-" I began, but he cut me off with a motion of his hand. Beckoning me closer, I stood on the opposite end of the bed. We were leaning over them both, this perfect picture of mother and child. I could see the vein in her neck clearly, and I knew what he wanted me to do. Ah, the temptation... I could hear her heat beat, a slow steady rhythm, as she was untroubled in her sleep. I felt myself leaning forward, as if it were by someone else's will, and my teeth grazed over her neck.
My fangs weren't fully formed at that point, so the first bite was more of a tear than a bite. As soon as I punctured her flesh, she woke up and screamed. How I hated that scream! It was so loud, and it rang in my ears for the rest of my night. I drank her blood, and it was ecstasy. It was like giving a starving man tiramasu. I could vaguely hear Sasuke shouting for me to shut her up, and to kill here quickly. It was then the thought of death crossed my mind. I was killing this woman! I looked up to see Sasuke feasting on the girl. She was already limp in his arms, a thin trail of blood running down her neck, onto her dress.
I think I panicked. I must have left the house, as I heard the woman continue to scream until it was cut off abruptly. I didn't want to know what Sasuke did to her. I was running as fast as I could to my own apartment. I found that I couldn't leap up walls, or run across roofs as I used to. Without being alive, I had no chakra, as chakra was life-energy. I would, however, learn how to gain those powers again later.
Sasuke found me sitting in the corner of my room, shaking.
"Pathetic." He muttered. "Why couldn't you kill that woman? She was one of the main reason's why other mothers wouldn't let others near you? Don't deny it. I know you hated her. Why do you think I picked her?"
I growled at him, annoyed with his reasoning. "She didn't deserve to die! And what about her daughter! How could you kill a child! She was innocent. Is this what you've been doing ever since you left Konoha? Feeding on people?"
"I do what I have to. It's what I am. It's what you are. We are vampires. We hunt, we kill. It's how we live. Come here." He held out his hand, and guided me to my bathroom. In the broken mirror I looked at myself. My skin had ceased to be the tan it once was. It was now almost as pale as Sasuke's, although it didn't have quite the same luminous effect. The scars on my face had faded slightly, although they had not completely diminished, and the scars all over the rest of my body were disappearing rapidly. But my eyes held the most captivating change of all. They were still the same sky blue as before, only now it appeared as though I was staring at two sapphires, with rings of onyx circling round. If my eyes were red, I could have mistaken it for the beginnings of the sharingan. I am not trying to be vain. I'm just telling you what I saw. After all, vampires are beautiful.
"You see." Sasuke said. "This is what you are." He put his arm round me, and slowly stroked my hair in a soothing, almost maternal manner. "Come, it's nearly dawn." With that, he guided me back out of the bathroom, out the window again, and down to the Uchiha mansion.
I suppose it's fitting that I spent my first night as a vampire in a place such as the Uchiha mansion. It was an old house, that hadn't been lived in for years by anyone apart from Sasuke, and it had a horror-movie type air, owing to the dreadful occurrence with Itachi years before. He led me down into the basement, and although there was absolutely no light, I found that I didn't need it with vampire eyes.
"I'm sorry," he said. "but I haven't had time to prepare you a coffin of your own."
"Coffin! What do we need coffins for?" I really didn't like the idea of coffins, and there had already been so much death today.
"You're dead Naruto. The dead sleep in coffins." His words resounded in my ears, and although I mentally knew I was dead, it really hadn't begun to sink in till then. I looked to Sasuke. He was pulling the lid off of a coffin and climbing in.
"Come." he said holding out his arms, and like all other commands issued from him tonight, I obeyed. "Don't worry. You'll sleep as you've never slept before." And he was right. The last thing I remember of that night was the true darkness that seemed to engulf me as the coffin lid was shut with a snap, and the protective arm Sasuke put around me. I no longer noticed his cold.
Interviewwithaninja.Interviewwithaninja.Interviewwithaninja.Interviewwithaninja.Interviewwithaninja.
The young man was staring intently at Naruto's face. His cigarette had gone out, but he hadn't noticed. Naruto smiled slightly, and took the cigarette out of his hand.
"I think it's time for you to put in a new tape."
"Huh? What? Oh, yes." The young man seemed to be snapped out of his trance. He hurriedly put a new tape in. "Please, continue."
"Well then, after my first night, I found myself fully introduced to the life of a vampire..."
So, what did you think? Was it Anne Ricey enough? Or do I need to change it up a little. By the way, it's not going to Sasuke/Naruto, but vampires are sensual by nature, so... By the way, did I spell tiramasu right? You know, that really really yummy sort of cake. I don't think I'd want to be a vampire if I couldn't eat tiramasu...
Please Review! It'll help me so much if you give me some ideas!