AN: I developed the plot for this fic a while ago, and I'm excited to finally apply it to one of my favorite pairings.
As indicated by the (vague) summary, this is a story featuring vampires. A few of my vampire ideas and traits are a hodgepodge of other ideas I had read in my favorite vampire tales.
Because this is an AU, and a supernatural one at that, some of the characters may appear to be a little OOC sometimes. It's the difficulty of imagining characters in such a different universe, and I'll try my hardest to stick to their character. Critique is always appreciated!
Another thing to add is that Sasuke is bisexual within this story, which indicates that yes, there will also be mxm scenes as well. If this is an issue, than I suggest you skip those chapters when the time comes. This story is fairly versatile in terms of ships and pairings, and while that can be bothersome to some, it will be fleeting. Sasuhina is the primary ship.
Furthermore, this fic becomes very explicit in some parts. In order for it to not be flagged because of ToS, I've had some parts censored here and there. However, I will post this story on ao3 too, but uncensored.
In this chapter, nothing has been censored..but there is a very violent scene. Just a warning.
As always, I do not own Naruto or any of the characters. Just…this universe and plot.
I have high hopes for this one, and I hope you all enjoy it!
Hinata stared down at the young infant in her arms. She seemingly had equal amounts of features of her husband's and her own. The jet black tuft of hair was a given, but her eyes and lips were those of her mothers. Her lips and facial shape were of Hinata's husband, however. The woman viewed her as the most beautiful baby she had ever set eyes on—she was her treasure. Her reason to be.
The sound of the door sliding open caught the female's attention. A smile graced her face as she saw the man enter and take off his shoes and shed himself of his bags. Her husband was a simple farmer but had a kind and patient heart. He was always one to hold others above himself and a voice of reason and wisdom for those around him. Underneath the dirt and grub, he had delicate and handsome features, too. His long hair and eyelashes were a noticeable feature of his. He was Hinata's other treasure.
The small family was quite ordinary for the time period and could easily be mistaken with the many other families that lived nearby. They also weren't privileged by any means. The farmer only got by on what he could. He had been too frail to become a samurai, which was viewed as a distinct and prestigious job anywhere. Hinata simply tended to things in the home, took care of the animals, and, occasionally, traded some wares she created on the market a couple of miles away.
The man joined his wife in watching the now sleeping baby in her arms.
"She's beautiful, isn't she.." He muttered, his voice velvety and warm. Hinata nodded in agreement, slowly leaning over to press a kiss to the man's cheek.
"She is, and she and Mom missed you a lot today.." The woman admitted this with a mild blush on her cheeks. Hinata was still working on being straightforward with her affections. She had always had a timid disposition, but she was trying to fix that. After all, she and this man had been acquainted for years before their marriage.
"Is that so..?" He chuckled some underneath his breath and nuzzled a nose to her hair gently. He had missed them a lot too. As always, tilling the fields all day was exhausting, but coming back to his family was his main motivation.
Life could be difficult at times. With the new lord now in power, their taxes were steadily increasing. Luckily, the farmer was making just enough to pay them off, but any higher, and they'd have to start sacrificing a few things. With a new mouth to feed now, too, things would gradually become more complicated. Thinking too much about these things would plaster a look of worry in the man's countenance, something that seemingly a lot of people in their town seemed to possess already. So his resolve was to live life one day at a time.
Hinata rose and laid the baby in a small bed that the farmer had created by hand. For a few more seconds she watched the child before returning to the man. The two spoke in low voices as the baby slept, the man beginning to eat what Hinata had left for him from dinner.
It was a typical night for the two of them. Talking about their day and whatever else came to their minds, cleaning up, changing into their nightwear and then heading to bed in their futons. They always ended up staring at one another until one or the other fell asleep first. It was a game they had started playing spontaneously and committed to it ever since.
The two of them were lucky in the sense that they still held such a strong love for one another after such a long time. People always joked that the two of them appeared to be teenage lovers who were in love for the first time—and the two took such compliments with grace. Hinata felt lucky enough to meet her soulmate so soon in her life, and on the first try, too.
The woman's eyes started to shut slowly when all of a sudden, she felt the sheets of her futon be pulled off. Upon opening her eyes again, she saw her husband on top of her. She couldn't help but turn a shade of red.
"You know we shouldn't.." They couldn't afford another child. Besides, Hinata was still sore from the childbirth she'd endured not so long ago.
"Who said we were?" was his casual response, resting one of his calloused hands on her cheeks and stroking the soft skin with his thumb.
A shudder ran through her body at the gentle touch. Of course, she didn't mind that his hands were rough. It wouldn't feel right if they weren't.
He noticed the effect such a simple action had on her, and a small smirk came to his lips. The man leaned down and was about to press a kiss to her lips when there was loud rapping on their door.
Hinata was the first to react and quickly distanced herself from her husband.
"Who could that be?" She asked in a hushed voice. He didn't answer and slowly stood up, creeping towards the door without a sound.
The man slid the door open and was greeted by a tall man. He was wearing torn samurai garb and looked to be incredibly sickly looking. Never had he seen a samurai so pale before.
"I'm sorry for bothering you so late at night.." He started to say, gradually falling into a bow, his long black hair obscuring his face.
"I have been separated from my comrades. I am lost, and I am on the brink of starvation.." The stranger was visibly shuddering as he looked up at the farmer. "Would you be kind enough to offer your assistance?"
This wasn't an uncommon occurrence, actually. Many stragglers, from elders to young orphaned children, stopped by their door to often ask for food or shelter for the night. Depending on what was available at the time, the family usually offered their assistance without a single thought.
But lately, such visits hadn't been happening so much, at least since this new ruler took over. The family and their neighbors started to theorize that maybe travelers were avoiding going through their town altogether. Things had begun to grow that dangerous.
Before the farmer could address his wife, Hinata was already up by the fire, beginning to prepare something. They had just enough food for the stranger. Tomorrow, they'd have to eat what their animals and fields produced, if anything.
"Yes. Come inside." He stepped aside, and the stranger entered their small home, looking around.
Naturally, their home was small, just the right size to fit all 3 of them. The floor was dirt, except for the area where their futons were. That area was tatami flooring, and the kitchen was wooden for the most part. The only decor was a few vases with flowers in them, created by the potterer in town (a family friend), a chest, and a low table with four cushions. Very simple and minimalist the home was.
There were a plethora of lovely smells, but one stood out to him in particular. One was especially sweet. Anyone would assume that the stranger was picking up the scent of the food on the fire, but instead, it was that of a small human child.
His eyes darted to the baby sleeping soundly in the crib. That was the smell he had detected all the way from the road.
"Where exactly did you lose your way?" The farmer asked, in an effort to sense out the man's situation and possibly help him.
The pale man turned to face the human with a smile. A forced one. "A few miles back. We were engaged in battle.." He clasped at his arm, to fake injury. Really, there was not a single wound on the man. Just his clothing was torn.
The human was already looking over him searchingly, for a wound or blood of some kind. He wouldn't find one. Shit. Why did he decide to say 'battle'? This creature was always messy when it came to deceiving humans. He was best at just attacking.
The farmer was already suspicious. He was no fool. Still, he attempted to answered steadily, "Really? You must be a good fighter—"
And that's when the creature lunged forward before a blink of an eye, his hand clasped with an inhuman grip around the farmer's throat.
"Move an inch, and I'll fucking rip your head off." The vampire growled, his eyes visibly crimson in the weak light of the fire, his fangs glittering tauntingly. The only sound that came from the man was one of sputtering and struggle. He was already starting to feel light-headed because of the tight grasp.
Hinata let out a fearful scream, her body nearly toppling over because of shock. She had never witnessed anyone move that fast in her life. Not even the greatest warriors moved like that. And seeing her love in the grips of death— she was more in fear of her husband's safety and her child's than her own.
The scream and following baby's cry caused the vampire to flinch. The noise would get him in trouble. He had to act fast. He threw the man like he was a mere doll into a nearby wall. The impact caused him to fall unconscious on impact.
The woman attempted to stand and dash over to her child's crib, but the vampire blocked her way, a smirk on his lips.
"I'm having a difficult decision figuring if I want to kill you first or the child.."
"W-What are you.." The woman cowered in fear. Tears were already welling up in her eyes. From that short scene, she knew she didn't have a chance against this creature. But she wasn't going to give up so soon.
The vampire didn't answer, merely turning to the crying baby in the crib. He made a few steps towards the child, the smell of her young blood overwhelming his senses until he felt a weird sensation in his side. He looked down and saw a sword that had penetrated him.
Ah, the humans' toys.
He cackled a sinister laugh and grabbed the hilt of the sword, which Hinata was still holding, and flung it away. The woman flew backward because of the force.
She was able to see the wound on the man heal in an instant. The substance on the sword was a much deeper red and had a thicker consistency than typical blood. He wasn't human.
"Don't touch her!" She shrieked, deciding now to just lunge at the man. By the time she'd managed to get on his back and claw at his face, the man had already bit the baby. The baby's cries were already faltering as her blood was draining from her tiny body. The fact that the man decided to attack such a vulnerable, small infant showed his lack of morality. Hinata could barely fathom such immorality.
The woman on top of him was like a pesky fly. He had no desire to kill her, however. Once he'd laid eyes on her, he decided he would take her, without much of a second thought.
He grasped at one of her hands, crushing the bones effortlessly and pushed her off his back. The female yelled out in agony, shuddering significantly from the pain that was wracking through her entire body.
"It's too late for your little one." The man said with a deep chuckle. "Her blood was absolutely delicious, and I'm sure yours will be tasty too."
A blood-sucking creature? Hinata had never known such things existed. There was always tales and lores of mythical gods and creatures that everyone learned about when they were younger, but none contained a blood-sucking creature. Maybe one that ate flesh but..
The woman was petrified with fear, pain, and sorrow. Still, she started to cry pitifully. What bad luck had her family received to summon such a creature? Her baby deserved a future, and it had been stolen from her in an instant. How could anyone be so heartless?
"Not…not so fast.." The weak voice was the farmer. He stood up, with obvious struggle and turned to the intruder. He saw his wife in pain, a pang of hurt and adrenaline running through him. He was smart enough to realize he had no way of defeating this attacker; he was only a poor, incredibly lean man who tilled away in the fields all day. At least he could try to compromise with whatever this was, in for his family to get out of this alive. He had no knowledge of what had happened to his daughter just yet.
The vampire turned to him, an intrigued grin coming to his face. "It looks like you can barely stand." The blood that was running from the man only excited him further. Naturally, the baby wasn't enough.
The farmer had a lot of pride, but he was a pacifist, so this next course of action he deemed necessary. He knelt down and bowed his head, enough for it to touch the ground.
"Please..spare our lives. I'll do anything." He, too, was beginning to shake out of fear.
"I want the wench." He pointed to Hinata, who was still sobbing uncontrollably.
The farmer looked up then, furrowing his eyebrows. That was one thing he could not allow. Surely, he was ready for anything, but he could not live without her, or allow this man to take and do whatever he wished with her. His pride wouldn't allow it either. He would rather die instead.
"That is the one thing I cannot do." He said firmly, willing himself to stop trembling as he stared straight into the eyes of this creature.
The vampire's face flashed from smugness to anger as he growled, "Then die!" And flew at the man.
Hinata covered her eyes in horror as she heard the cries of her husband, the succeeding splatter of blood, and the snapping of disjointed limbs. It was all over in a matter of seconds, and she could only feel a suffocating dread wash over her body. Her life was gone within minutes. And this creature? Why did he want her? She wanted death instead.
She peaked through her eyes and saw the pool of blood, and what looked like her husband's arm. She let out another bewildered shriek, perhaps even louder than the first one before a hand wrapped around her throat, cutting off her windpipe.
She couldn't move as the man crawled atop of her and bit her neck. The vampire shuddered as he was seemingly engulfed in her scents. Her skin was incredibly soft; she smelled of fresh lavender with a hint of eucalyptus, and her blood… The creature gorged himself, savoring her taste. She was almost as good as the baby.
Soon, the woman's heart rate indicated her impending death, and the man pulled back. Her chest rose and fell slowly, her body silently fighting for life. And he would give it. She would be reborn. Dead. And she would be his.
That was how Hinata came to be. She had been blessed with immortality, though by an unfit vampire. The man was infamous for his brashness during that time and was killed merely a century after her rebirth. His death was her freedom.
In that century, she had struggled to learn the ways of vampire life through a man who had pretty much rejected vampire society. He operated on a very different wavelength than most vampires, finding pleasure in stealing people's prey, defying treaties, massacring towns on a whim, and whatever else he felt. To make matters worse, he was an extremely powerful vampire, despite his young age. Vampires typically strengthened the longer they lived, and her captor had somehow defied such a pattern.
Additionally, she was practically tortured by this man and held captive. He was aware she wanted to escape, and consequently, had her shackled up. He would give her little to eat and would force himself onto her. This was only exacerbated by the fact that the two were spiritually linked, since he had changed her and breathed her new life. Notwithstanding that, Hinata grew to become increasingly wary of vampire men, wondering if all of them were like that. Fortunately, in the next centuries, she learned much more on her own, and such prejudice was beginning to ebb.
Hinata, luckily, did not retain any of her captors' bad traits. Her human personality had followed her into immortality: charismatic, soft-spoken, empathetic, among others. The only thing that had, perhaps, changed was the soft-spoken part. No longer was she as shy as she was in her humanhood. She was more assertive. Furthermore, the perks of being a vampire were the more well-fed they were, the more beautiful they appeared. At times Hinata would even feel sexy, which was a feeling she hadn't truly experienced prior.
Still, she used her quieter nature in ways to reel in humans, only so she can feed on them. She'd never killed a human, though, and wasn't planning on it. Her peaceful nature granted her into a clan of prestigious and reliable vampires. She was also able to build a fortune for herself through multiple careers and jobs, all honest work.
Even though Hinata never had to work if she didn't want to, her current venture was a business. She ran a small eclectic and aromatherapy shop in the city, for the humans, although she'd occasionally have a vampy customer.
Her days were peaceful and fulfilling, at least initially. She created strong bonds with humans, who did not detect she was not inhuman. Her profits were consistent and steadily increasing. But once her 600th birthday had hit, her feelings of loneliness started to grip at her. Her older friends had always told her about this, but now, it was coming a reality.
Hinata hadn't had a consistent partner in over a century, not including the small dates she occasionally went on with humans and one man in her clan. After her recovering from the aftereffects of her captor's death, she had dated a human male until his death. Though their love was sweet and innocent, it was, ultimately, unfulfilling, and doomed for failure because of her immortality and his lack thereof. Not for an instant did she consider turning him; it'd be too much pain for him to endure.
However, now she was on the search for someone she could be with for eternity. Though it had been so long ago, the images of her human sweetheart would still haunt her on a near-daily basis. Even now, she remembered his face in explicit detail. And her child's..
She bit her lip as she'd try to push these thoughts away constantly, but on some nights, she'd end up crying herself to sleep. Something in her life had to change.
And so one day, she found hope.
While working in the store and instructing one of her human colleagues (the poor child), a man entered the store.
"O-Oh!" The teenage girl had dropped her tablet, and Hinata had flinched at the clatter it made. Of course, as a vampire, her senses were heightened tremendously. She loathed loud, sudden noises.
Her eyes glanced towards the man, and she too felt her barely existent breath stop. It was him.
AN: So that was the first chapter! Of course, I have a lot in mind for this story. There's still a few parts I'm not so proud of, so this will get edited some time in the future.
I also want to add that yes, the farmer and the vampire are actual characters from the Naruto universe, and will soon be revealed later. It's actually kind of significant…? Speculation is allowed. *wink wonk*
Please, please, please let me know what you guys think!