Prologue
Clack, click, clack…
The rosette girl could here the faintest sign of her maiden's carriage of two grand stallions coming closer. She was to follow her fair haired maiden to a ball and wait on her every need.
'This is what I have been trying to do all along,' the pink haired errand girl had been thinking to herself, 'I have to be able to serve Ino-sama's every need, but I can't do that till I show that even though I am of young age, I can still take care of myself and my masters, whatever the task may be…'
But deep inside the pink haired sixteen-year-old's subconscious, she knew that she was just repeating what was drilled into her head by her step-mother.
"Sakura, you filth. You must obey your master. You are nothing but a dirty nuisance, and to repay me for letting you even live this far, you must obey my daughter, Ino." She had told the pink haired girl repetitively when the girl was younger. The pink haired girl was naïve to the world around her and had not learned what it is like to be lied to, and naturally, believed her step mother and trained rigorously to be able to please Lady Ino.
An outsider might think that the pink haired girl know as Sakura was an innocent girl, without the luxuries of the Lady she obeys. Transient thoughts would enter their minds about approaching her, Sakura, not the Lady, but mysteriously, they were dashed down by an outside force unknown to the outsider.
Sakura breathed in deeply and narrowed her eyes nervously."Ino-hime? The carriage has arrived." She called out softly, her voice sounding like the dripping of honey and equally as sweet.
Sakura quickly strode to the door and opened it. Out walked the elegant and stunning blonde haired Lady. Her hair was a beautiful, golden blonde that seemed to curl in on itself at the slightest movement. She had pale, blue eyes placed on a face of pale cream with an upturned nose and full, pink lips. Her eyes were lined with a beautiful shade of blue, as deep as the ocean blue that matched the lace on her corseted red dress of the finest silk. The dress lied on Ino's tall, graceful body.
'She might as well be a Goddess compared to me.' Often thought many of the girls in the village, for they could never compare to Ino.
But everyone has a flaw.
"Sakura, open the door to the carriage, would you?" her voice was as silky as Japanese silk kimonos, and sounded like the high-pitched, beautiful sound of flutes, but her tone was as dangerous as a cobra's tendency strike.
"Yes, my lady." Sakura murmured fearfully.
As Sakura lifted Ino's dress skirt so she could climb into the carriage, a wind whispered to her:
'Come to me, koi.'
Sakura gasped and turned her head to the direction that the wind had come from but saw nothing that would raise suspicion. Subsequently, a more powerful gust of wind tackled Sakura and her charge, which in turn, caused Ino's festive bonnet to fly away.
"Sakura, be a dear and go get my bonnet. Be damned if you don't." Ino gave a sickening smile.
"Yes ma'am." Sakura replied, inwardly recoiling from Ino's threat.
Sakura quickly rushed into the ally way where the bonnet was last seen entering. The only thing to be heard was Sakura's ragged breathing and the sound of her echoing footsteps. Moss littered the floor and the distinct sound of scurrying paws could be heard if the girl had been able to hear over her hearts loud heartbeats.
"Excuse me miss, are you looking for this?" said a masculine voice.
Sakura, startled, turned around swiftly, almost tumbling over if the stranger hadn't caught her. Sakura's body was flush against his, and she could hear his chuckles as well as feel their vibration through the suddenly too thinness of their clothes. Sakura snapped out of her daze then, when she smelt an odd scent of almonds and honey. She quickly straitened and looked up to thank the man. As she drew a breath to speak the, Sakura quickly threw her breath back out as her viridian eyes landed on the handsome face of the man before her.
'He must be a lord.' Sakura thought, gaping at his handsome and aristocratic features.
He was dark haired and had strange, crimson eyes of the most beautiful shade. He was wearing a silk black shirt tucked into a pair of black pants. He had a coat on, which gave way to where he was from, which instantly spiked fear into her heart.
'He is from Akatsuki's territory.' She thought, quickly ducking her head into a bow.
"Thank you for bringing me m-my Lady's bonnet." she spoke softly, trying hard not to be rude to the foreigner.
"It was no bother at all." He replied in a deep voice that held all the power and command of a lion's roar, but all the gentleness of a kitten's meow.
Sakura then jumped as he lifted her chin up gracefully, making her look up in fear, meeting his gaze in the process. For what not many commoners know, but what Sakura overheard from eavesdropping a couple years back, Akatsuki's court was full of vampires. But it wasn't bad enough that these vampires were higher up in the monarchy, no, they all had special abilities, from specialists in explosions to being able to predict the future; these vampires were nothing to mock at.
"What is your name, koi?" he spoke, his breath fanning her face. She stiffened as a spark shot up and down her body. In the distance, she could hear Ino's yell of frustration.
"M-my name i-is Sakura." She stuttered, unknowing of what to do next as she shivered in fear.
"Sakura, hm? That is quite fitting, koi." He smiled.
Suddenly, Sakura realized that he called her the same name the wind called her.
"Were you the one who called me koi earlier?" she blurted out, her moment of curiosity winning over control of her mouth. She blushed slightly.
"Hn. Yes, I was my little koi." Those were the last words Sakura heard before a soul splitting scream escaped her mouth. She felt as if hot iron was puncturing the juncture between her shoulder and neck. The pain was of something she never had experienced, and as her lifeblood fell from her wound, the man from Akatsuki licked it up, having no guilty thoughts and only the taste of Sakura's delicious blood filling his mind.
'This blood,' he thought, 'is something I've never tasted before. It seems like she may be a gifted one.' He smiled in bliss as he pulled away and lick the wound clean. Just as quickly as he opened the wound, it sealed of, leaving nothing behind proving that he was there except for the character for moon.
'Koi, we shall meet again when your transformation is complete.'
He thought sinisterly, leaving the crying girl unconscious on the ground, in the ally with her master's bonnet clutched in between her fingers.
Sakura felt herself be put down, and she was inwardly cheering, having the hot iron out of her neck. Her tears fell continuously, however, and in the pit of her stomach, she knew that something was wrong. And with those last thoughts, she fell into unconsciousness.
Sakura opened her eyes, to find herself floating in the abysmal darkness of her mind.
"Where am I?" she thought, only to have her thoughts echo out loud. She found that she could not speak and could only communicate with her thoughts. Suddenly, images began to flicker in front of her eyes. Painful images. She was remembering her most painful memories.
"Sakura! Come over hear." A man that seemed in his thirties called out to a five year old Sakura.
"Yes, father?" she called in return, running towards her father excitedly. It was her birthday. She was finally old enough to go to school. Her mother was smiling kindly at Sakura while her father was holding something behind his back.
"Honey, we have some news to tell you." Her mother's honeyed voice spoke softly. She looked to her husband for him to continue to reveal the package behind him. It opened up to reveal a porcelain doll.
Te doll had pale features, with light blue eyes and thick auburn hair. It was dressed in a Japanese kimono with the traditional shoes they wore.
"Mother, father. It is beautiful." The young girl gasped, tears filling her eyes as she pondered on what to name the doll.
Suddenly, the peace that had sustained such naïve thoughts in the little girls head were dashed by the rumbling of horses hooves.
"Sakura, go hide." Both her father and her mother screamed as gun shot was heard and flames were already licking the village clean.
"No, you guys will be-"Sakura's sentence was cut off as a flaming arrow landed in between her parents and herself. Two gunshots were heard. Her father was down.
"FATHER!" Sakura screamed. Her mother ran through the flurry of flames, hovering over her daughter's body and whimpering frantically. Another gunshot was heard. Sakura felt some liquid drop onto her head. She looked up to see her mothers eyes rolling to the back of her had as she collapsed onto Sakura. The shot went straight through her head.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
In a cold sweat, I jumped out of bed, landing clumsily on the floor.
"I had that dream again." I whispered to myself, feeling tears flowing freely down my face. It's been centuries, literally, since tat day, and I was still running away. From what? From my past, and from my future.
This is the life of the vampire: Sakura Haruno.
A/N: Okay, so this idea has been rolling around in my head ever since I read Twilight by Stephenie Meyer (a must read for vampire fans everywhere) and Vampire Knight (another must read) Anyway, I just wanna know if anyone might want this story to actually continue. So vote yes or no, please!!!!!!!!