Warnings: Vague references to underage (never detailed), violence, character death, language, sexual content, Unbeta'd
I wanted to try my hand at a vampire fanfic, hopefully it actually isn't terrible. The vampire theme here is inspired by vampire cultures depicted in the book Let the Right One In and the films Only Lovers Left Alive and The Lost fanfic isn't going to have very many chapters and it won't have a big word count either. :/ it's going to be longer than a drabble per chapter, and it'll go through several short arcs before it ends. I don't totally have it planned out to a T so for most of it I'll just be winging it.
Storms never really bothered him.
The lightning, the thunder, the rain and wind usually just meant that he probably wouldn't have any of his annoying classmates follow him home to bug him to let them drink or smoke at his place.
As if he'd let them stink up his house.
Sasuke took a long drink of water and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The house was dusty, and he could see mold on the ceiling. Supposedly the housekeeper who never actually did much cleaning had already come this week and did her job. Sasuke disagreed.
He scowled up at the black dots of mold momentarily.
He was probably going to get asbestos from this. He was going to have to clean it himself. Damn it.
The cook had left food. Rice balls, a stew, dumplings, baked fish, grilled beef, vegetables of every kind, salads and sliced tomatoes – enough to last the week. The cook wasn't amazing, and her food tasted a little bland but Sasuke had had worse.
The handyman had fixed all the leaks but had yet to repair the rotting wood damage the porch was suffering. Sasuke nearly broke his leg going to school a couple weeks ago.
And he had a history project due by the end of the week. With Naruto. Who had run away the last time they were supposed to meet and pool together information.
Sasuke turned to look at his abandoned backpack lying next to the couch in the living area. Life sucked.
Thunder roared and the absurdly following the loud noise, a tap came at the door, sharp and crisp.
Sasuke turned to look up at the door in surprise. Lightning lit at the side of his face. It was late, and it was dark and rainy and seriously who the hell was that?
He eyed the door suspiciously and the tap came louder again, this time thrice.
In horror movies, this would usually signal a psychopath waiting at the doorstep. Sasuke happened to live in reality and this was more than likely some weirdo fangirl. Or Naruto.
His frown deepened while he moved closer to the door, feeling at his cell phone in his pants pocket.
The knock came again, once, but loud and jarring enough that Sasuke was positive he heard the door creak.
He felt a tremor go through his body, but stiffened his posture and scowled – this was his house and the hell someone was going to intimidate him in it.
He swung the door open and there stood a girl in an old, worn school uniform. He blinked and felt all the tension in his body escape like an exhale.
An older girl, a teenager, taller than him, with long dark hair and ghostly eyes stood near the threshold. She looked like a drowned rat; soaked to the bone and standing in front of him without shivering she just stared back at him, unblinkingly.
Sasuke cleared his throat, "What."
She blinked for the first time, "May-may I come in? I got caught in the storm…"
Sasuke felt his eyes go half-mast. "No. Go to a rest stop," and he made to close the door in her face loudly, feeling somewhat passive aggressive that she had caught him off guard but the door abruptly stopped.
A pale, long fingered hand was wrapped around the edges of the door and tightened. Her nails dug in. "Please. If I may just come in…"
Sasuke made an annoyed sound and pushed at the door ineffectually. "No. Get out. Let go of my door."
Her grip tightened enough that Sasuke knew this time he definitely heard the wood creak. In the distance, muffled by the wind and rain and far off sounding thunder, he thought he heard sirens. Her face appeared close to his – so quickly he hadn't seen her move. Had she always been that close? "Let me in. Please. It's very cold out here. I just need to rest." She insisted.
Sasuke pursed his mouth. "You're not even shivering," he accused.
"I will be," her voice had dropped to a whisper and she seemed closer than the last time he blinked. "Let me in." She encouraged.
He scowled and glared but stepped aside. "Come in. But you better leave when the storm dies down."
She gave a small smile and thanked him, stepping into his home. Sasuke thought he may have imagined the chill that went down his spine, and the odd sharpness that accompanied her smile.
He shut the door behind him and noticed the goose bumps that tread along his arms, raising the fine hairs.
The girl turned to face him, dripping water. "Um. Could I please have a towel? I don't want to track water in the house." She remained on the mat in front of the door politely.
He rolled his eyes and went to a closet full of towels. Some of them smelled a bit like dust. He yanked a large dark blue one out and threw it at her. "Thank you," she murmured under the towel, scrubbing at herself diligently. He eyed her cautiously. She wasn't nearly as pushy as she had been at the door. He shook off the feeling and went to the kitchen for a glass of water.
He rubbed his arms irritably until the bumps went away. The back of his neck still felt chilled.