A/N: So, I have always loved Anko's character in the Manga and Anime. She is dark, twisted and completely underrated, when in reality, her background and her story is the most interesting and complicated and fantastic. She is a beautiful character, and I sometimes feel like I can see her soul when I write through her and about her. I love her! So, as most of you may know, I finished this story nearly 4 Years ago, and today, as I revisit my work I have decided that it is time to revamp and rewrite it.

I hope you all enjoy

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Chapter 1: Sleepless Nights

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Anko ran. She ran as fast as she could. She didn't know where she was going, but she had to escape. But even as she ran, she knew he was right behind her. And if he caught her, she knew that he would kill her.

"Where are you going my dear?" He hissed.

His voice sounded so close. She picked up the speed, pumping her legs as fast as they would go.

"You are not fast enough, Anko."

She screamed as his slimy tongue wrapped around her ankle. Her face came in contact with the ground, and she felt herself being dragged back.

Dragged back to hell.

"Help me!" She screamed, hoping, praying that someone would hear her. Her screams were muted by the dirt. She was being pulled so fast and so rough that she couldn't lift her face long enough to take her next breath. Instead, she focused on the pain coming from her legs. With every foot she was dragged the sharp roots and rocks cut into her skin.

Suddenly, the tug on her ankle stopped and she felt the long cold fingers take hold of her arm, saliva dripping down her ankle into her shoes. Between her toes.

"Silly little girl. No one can hear you. No one wants to save you. You are mine."

She looked up to see the demon's gold eyes. He smirked. She shook uncontrollably.

"What am I going to do with you?" He asked tauntingly.

"Please don't kill me!" She cried. "Please Orochimaru Sensei!"

I don't want to die.

He leaned in close to her, bringing his mouth down to her ear. "Are you afraid of death, Anko?"

Are you afraid of death?

Anko lurched up, gasping for air.

She was in the dark.

Taking a moment to check her surroundings she realized that she was home. In Konoha. Her blankets and pillows were thrown across the floor, most likely due to her tossing and turning. But the only thing that mattered was that she was home. She was safe. She was covered in sweat, but it was nothing new. She always had nightmares about her past. They were always so vivid that sometimes it was hard for her to believe that she wasn't twelve again. She shuddered.

She hated dreaming about that snake.

Her curse mark throbbed and her hand instinctively went up to her neck to cover it. She grit her teeth as the searing pain rocked through her body. Every time the curse mark flared up she was bombarded with wretched memories of her childhood. She remembered a time when she thought that she might die from the pain. She was young then, and had not built up an immunity to the pain. Now, though uncomfortable, she could withstand the intensity. It came over like waves; some strong, powerful and striking, others a shallow throb. Even though this affliction was constant, Anko knew now, after years of suffering, that she could fight it. She was stronger than the hell mark.

She grit her teeth, held her neck and waited until the burning sensation subsided. It had been awhile since Anko had felt her mark convulse with such intensity. However, she knew that if her Sensei were near, the pain would be practically unbearable. She could swear, every once in awhile, Orochimaru would make her feel the pain to let her know that he was thinking of her, forever a reminder that she was the blunt of his torment. She cursed his name and stood, stretching her swollen and stiff muscles. After glancing down at the pile of sweat gathered upon her sheets, Anko decided that she would take a shower. Showers always seemed to help ease her mind and clear it of the nightmares. Not only did the hot water cleanse her skin, it helped rid her mind of thoughts of Orochimaru.

She made her way to the bathroom stripping her clothes off as she went. That was one of the many pleasures of living alone. You could walk around the house butt ass naked and not scare the hell out of everyone. She pushed the door to the bathroom open, and stopped in front of the sink to examine herself in the mirror that hung above it. She knew her hair looked like crap before she even saw it. Her purple locks were tangled, greasy and sticky. Her eyes were drooping and had large black bags beginning to form underneath them. She could only think of one word to describe herself as:

Gross.

She stood for another moment to observe the curse mark. As if knowing she was thinking about it, the curse mark glowed red bringing the painful sensation with it. She glared into the mirror, and swore if she concentrated hard enough, she could see his face too.

"If you're out there somewhere, mocking me, you can go fuck yourself." She barked as the throbbing in her neck drifted away.

She wasted no more time and turned the shower on hot, getting in and letting the scalding water pour down on her back and neck. She focused on nothing but the comfort the shower brought her. She sighed, not wanting to think of anything else anyway. If anything, she wished that she could forget her past.

Maybe then she could sleep at night.

She snatched up a bar of soap and lathered up her hair and the rest of her body before going to stand back under the hot water. She didn't know how much time passed while she was in the shower, but she guessed about an hour or two, because before she knew it the water turned cold. Anko hated pretty much anything cold.

She hated the cold, and she hated snakes. Well, one snake in particular.

She headed back to her bedroom, not bothering to grab a towel. Once there she tore away her sweat covered sheets, picked up a blanket off of the floor, and crawled back into her bed.

Sleeping in the nude. Yet another pleasure.

For awhile she stared out her small window, into the night sky. She wondered if she would be able to go back to sleep. Maybe even a peaceful sleep. She glanced at her alarm clock and groaned.

5:47 A.M.

It was nearly morning, and she was going to have to get up in another hour or so.

She didn't hate mornings. She despised them.

However, she must have been pretty tired, because at sometime or another she fell asleep. But she did not get the peaceful sleep that she had hoped for.

She dreamed of the raven haired demon with the cold, golden eyes.

She dreamed of herself as the once weak, pleading child.

And she dreamed of the ear to ear smile splayed across the devil's face as he bit down into her neck.

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A/N: So how does it sound re-done? I hope you all enjoy, and please wait for the new chapters to be re-uploaded as well. R&R Please.