Disclaimer- the naruto characters do not belong to me, and neither does this story, I just thought it would be fun to use my favorite anime and a story from one of my favorite authors and put them together. I was just having some fun.

Chapter 1

Naruto Uzumaki shivered. The aura of vampires seeping from the house in front of him was nearly overwhelming. He drove around the block once, then stopped his car a couple yards away from the white Volvo he had been following. His sapphire jaguar was flashy, and he hadn't had time to change the plates.

He was lucky that he had been planning on crashing a different party, or he never would have been ready for this one. he had come across the white Volvo's owner at a gas station and had tailed her here.

He cut the motor and ran his fingers through his thick blonde hair, which was windblown by the drive in the convertable. Flashing a killer smile at no one, he checked his appearance in the rearview mirror. The boy in the glass appeared attractive, wild and carefree. The core of stone was not visible in his reflection.

As he stood, Naruto smoothed down his blue tank top and black jeans and automatically checked to make sure his knives were in place- one in a spine sheath on his back and one tucked into each calf-high boot. Only then did he approach the house.

With blinds and shades pulled, the house appearedempty from outside, but the illusion was quickly shattered. Before he even had a chance to knock, someone pulled open the door.

Leech, Naruto thought, disgusted, as he flashed a smile as practiced as the one he had given his rearview mirror at the vampire who had opened the door.

Whoa. His smile did not waver, even though the vampiric aura in the house hit him like a sledgehammer in the gut. His skin tingled at the sense of power, the feeling as unpleasent as sandpaper scraping across raw skin.

Unpleasent feeling or no, he began to mingle, looking always for the prey he was risking his neck to find- Itachi.

Itachi was one of the most infamous of his kind, a vampire who had hunted blatantly since the 1800s. His first known prey had been a young mother named Yura Uzumaki. Yura had been a witch, a vampire hunter, and incidentally, Naruto's ancestor. His family had been hunting Itachi ever since-without success.

Itachi was clever- he had to be to have eluded hunters from the most powerful family of witches for so long. But he was also vain, and that would be his downfall. Every one of his victims wore his marks, decorations cut into their arms with the blade of his knife. Itachi allowed some of his victims to live, but he twisted their minds to make them sickeningly loyal to him. Hunters had caught more than one of those warped humans, But they each professed to choose death before they would betray the vampire.

One of them however, had made a mistake. A flat tire on the way to this bash had left him fuming at a gas station off Route 87, and he had been to preoccupied to cover the scars on his arms. The attendant, a member of the hunters' complex system of informants, had called Naruto; he had followed the girls white Volvo here.

Taking a breath to focus his senses, Naruto searched the room with all six of them. Human sents mingled with the overpowering aura of vampires. Naruto felt pity and a slight disgust for the living who fitted among the vampires like flies clinging to dead flesh. Though Naruto did not see one human boy leaving just after he came in, most of these humans would stay, out of ignorance or perverted loyalty.

He didn't like being inside this group without backup, but the short drive between the gas station and this house had only alloed for a few cell-pone calls, which had reached only busy signals and answering machines. He could not risk making a serious kill, outnumbered as he was, but if he played nice tonight, he had a good chance of wangling an invitation to the next bash this group hosted. He could bring the big guns then.

The trick was to avoid being killed- or munched on. He was posing as free food, human and helpless, but letting a vampire feed on him was further than he was willing to go. Besides, even the weakest vampire would be able to taste the difference between the bland vintage of human blood and the powerin his own witch blood.

It was past ten o'clock at night, and the back of Naruto's neck tingled with apprehension. Any hunter worth his blade generally knew better than to stay at a bash after midnight. Called the Devil's Hour, midnightwas when the killing was done.

Yet if Naruto wanted an invitation, he needed to stay and convince these creatures he was one of the idiotic humans who bared their throats willingly. Any hunter, from the most amateur to the most respected, would give his right eye and his life for a chance to take down a group of vampires this strong.

Naruto befriended the girl he had followed, and within fifteen minutes he had charmed his way into receiving one of the slick white cards that stated the time and location of the next bash this group was hosting.

Now all he had to do was follow the two simplest rules any hunter ever learned: Don't get caught, and clean up after yourself.

As the Devil's Hour drew near, Naruto found the weakest of the vampires and made sure he was alone with him when the clock struck.

"I don't think Gaara meant this room to be open to the public," his companion pointed out, refering to thier vampire host. Naruto recognized the name with revulsion. Itachi was not the only in this group the hunters would love to take down.

Hiding his thoughts, he smiled and put a hand on his companion's shoulder, forcing himself to ignore the unpleasent thickness of his aura. "Maybe I just wanted you all to myself," he teased, meeting his black vampiric eyes.

The feind got the message and leaned closer to him. Naruto ran his fingers through the others ash blonde hair, and the male wrapped a slender hand around the back of Naruto's neck, gently urging him forward.

Naruto leaned his head back, knowing where his gaze would travel. He fell for it, as they always did, and as he felt the other male's lips touch his throat, he reacted.

Shoving him back into the wall, Naruto used his moment of confusion to draw the silver knife from the sheath on his back. Before he could recover his wits, Naruto slammed the blade into his chest, then twisted the knife to make sure his heart was completly destroyed. Vampiric power lived in the blood, and any well-trained hunter knew to twist the knife and obliterate the source of that power. Even Naruto, with a silver blade forged by magic thousands of years old, was still carefull. The Uzumaki blade would poison any vampire it scratched, but there was no reason to be careless.

The kill was silent and quick; no one outside even knew this monster was down. Naruto absently wiped his clean hand on his jeans, brushing away the tingling aftereffect of touching him, and touched his throat to reassure himself that there were no puncture marks.

He tucked the body into a corner, knowing this house would probably be abandoned for a while after this bash- that was one of the techniques the vampires used to keep hunters from tracking them down. They were rarely stupid enough to sleep in thhe same house where they killed.

For a moment he paused, pondering the lifeless body, wondering how any person would willingly become a creature who fed on humanity, a monsterous parasite. He would have taken his blood and killed him had he not killed him first.

He shook his head. It was dead, as it should have been when the vampire blood first froze its heart years ago. That was all that mattered.

Checking himself for blood and finding none, he took a moment to relax as he waited for some time to pass.

He sensed another vampire behind him but forced himself to turn slowly, as if a little groggy. He recognized the vampire immediately. Gaara had fire red hair and sculpted features, which would have made him attractive had his aura not been enough to make Naruto's stomach churn. In the midst of his red features, his turquoise eyes seemed infinitely darker. Gaara was one of the oldest in his line, and more powerful than any creature Naruto had ever faced.

For a moment, Naruto debated going for his blade. Attacking Gaara by himself with so many of his kind near would probably mean the end of his life. But it might be worth it.

Before Naruto could make a move, though, Gaara glanced pointedly to the doorway behind which Naruto had hidden his prey. "What excellent taste," he congratulated him. "He was rather a pain."

A prepared vampire was more difficult to fight than an unsuspecting one. Without hesitation, Naruto went for his knife.

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