Disclaimer: Erm, I own my mind. Not Naruto. Poor me.
... Saying this oneshot is odd to me would be an understatement... Mostly because, I don't know much of anything about Vampires, so if I fail at this, don't be surprised. Also, don't be surprised if there's a lot of errors in this, I was trying to write fast. Cough...
I also could've made this longer... but, oh well.
Anyway, tell me how I did?
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Enjoy!
Midnight Routine
Moonlight shined down on the barely conscious town, entranced in slumber. Stars abounding brightly through the sky's dark foggy clouds. A man's panted, hollowed breaths echoing throughout the silent dwelling.
The pink-haired vixen let her long legs swing back and forth, that were swung over the edge of the building. She let her emerald eyes wander to the panting defiant boy's stature, cocking her head slightly to the side, both her hands rest peacefully at her sides.
Sakura could tell she'd warn the boy out, essentially staring at his chest, rising and falling with each heavy pant, and his onyx hair, windblown from running. His sweat gleamed in the moon's shine.
She licked her lips, slowly dragging them across them, to give him a hint—a message—as to why she came. As the need for blood radiated in her body, chilling cold wind whip lashing across her bare back, not cooling her down even once.
"What do you want?", his voice resounded, ripping her away from the thoughts of his blood. Apparently, he didn't get the hint, his mind maybe couldn't comprehend it. She didn't answer him, not once, because he should already know—
Sasuke already had got up from his lowered position on the old tile patterned dark cragged cement. He started playing eye games with her, to do anything—say something—she already knew he hated when she did this, to not talk to him, just watch.
She positioned her head to stare at the sky, a lighter blue than it was before. It was almost time, and at that moment, her legs stopped swinging, and looked back at his aristocratic face. She showed her teeth, swiping her tongue along her canine teeth.
Ruffling his hand through his onyx locks, by the look of her eyes—the fire in them, she was ready. And, he'd thought their meeting was too short for his liking. And, he could only suppress a growl of disappointment.
In a flash, she was on the ground and in front of him. The spicy scent of cinnamon from her hair filled his nostrils. She had gotten faster since the last time they'd seen eachother, he concluded. And, maybe he could try and convince her to stay a bit longer, "Sakura—"
She placed her head right between his neck and collarbone, and he shuddered when she let her tongue dance out, letting it drag on his pale skin, her words going breezily out her mouth, "No, Sasuke."
And, then she bit down near the most sensitive part of his neck, making him gasp in a bit of pain. He lowered to the ground, clutching his neck, he looked up at her. Her skin illuminated by the moonlight, making her look godly—beautiful—As he started to lose consciousness, her melodic voice rang throughout his ears, and was gone in less than a second.
"See you soon."