Blood Bath

This story is dedicated to all those who read Diaster. I'm sorry I couldn't continue.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto and Neva will!

Chapter One: The Poet and the Vampire

Licking his lips, he bit

Into the Ivory flesh of her neck

Metallic liquid flowed into his mouth

He stopped only to savor the kill

and was drunk forever more

with the taste of blood

The pink haired girl stopped to admire her work. This poem was one of the first she ever wrote. It seemed funny how a seven year old girl could write something so sadistic but to her it seemed bitter sweet and intoxicating. She loved vampires ever since she was little. Maybe that was why now, at age sixteen, she still writes her crazy peotry about the blood thristy beast.

She took the peice of paper and stuck it in a book called Back Cherry Blossoms. She wrote it when she was fourteen. Her brother found it in her room and showed it to his college friends. One of the friend's father was a publisher and that's how the book was published. It never hit the best seller list but in her heart she knew it was number one.

She walked outside to admire the trees she was named after, cherry blosoms. Sakura climbed the tree in order to find peace from her crazy family. Her parents sent her to therapist last month and now she's now allowed to write poetry until she gives up intrest in vampires. When the therapsit read her poems she asked why Sakura had been reading such dark books, not nknowing Sakura had written them. When Sakura told the therapist she had written Black Cherry Blossoms the therapist started to tell Sakura that there was no such thing as a vampire. Sakura picked up her glass of water that had been given to her and threw it at the therapist.

The therapist told Sakura's mother that Sakura was still stuck in her childhood and didn't want to grow up. She also said for Sakura to come back in a month and talk to her again but Sakura refused to come back. Since she refused she had to watch her father burn all her vampire books and her old poetry that was about vampires. Luckily she hid her book that actually had all of her vampire works in it. She managed to save a few bits of poetry while her father was busy yelling at her to grow up.

Now that her brother is in college the only peace she ever gets is in her cherry tree. She took out a book that she had hidden in the trunk of the hollow tree. She grabbed the pencil a out of her bun and began wrote:

If anyone reads this book I have one thing to say. Vampires are real.

Sakura placed the book back in the hallow of the tree. She stood up to jump down but she lost her balence. She grabbed on to the branch that she was once standing upon and swung down to the ground. Her palms felt wet. She looked down at them and saw a crimson liquid flowing from her hand. A smirk appeared on her face as she decided to play with the blood a little.

She dipped her finger in the liquid and walked over to the shed where she had hidden a few peices of paper. She started to write poetry in her blood.

The metallic yet sweet scent of blood hung in the air. A raven haired boy sniffed the air. The blood was intoxicating. He was drunk witht the smell. His fangs crept out of their shells. He had to get to the person. He had not drank in weeks and the smell was creeping closer and closer.

He stayed behind the shed, hoping not to be seen by his next victim. A pink haired girl was wasting her blood on a sheet of paper. He scoffed at what he was witnessing. Give me the blood and quit feeding the paper, he thought. Before he knew what he was doing he crept out of the bush but the sound of her voice stopped him from the attack.

"Swift and quick,

nibbling at the neck,

She has no idea of what to come

She believed what he said to her

She believed the lies

She felt his dagers skimming her neck

He bit

and the blood poured

little by little

he sucked at her neck

Loving the taste

and drunk on the smell

he took more than he wanted

he killed his love,

by the bite of love"

He stopped in his tracks. The exact words had came from his beloved when he was still mortal. She turned around and met his eyes. The poet looked at him lovingly. She could see his fangs already pointed.

"Are you hungery?" she wasn't scared of him! He was shocked by her action. She held up her palm to him and he gratefully took it.

"You're a vampire, am I right?" she asked.

"Hn," he licked up the blood, only taking what he needed. His head pounded as she reminded him of his lost lover.

She pulled her hand away and smiled. "Hello, I'm Sakura," she outreached her clean hand to shake his but he didn't return the guesture.

"I must be going," he said as he turned around, ready to shift into another form and take flight. Her hand gripped onto his shoulder and stopped him.

"Wait!" she yelled. He turned around to face her with angry eyes. His bangs couldn't hide his crimson eyes.

"What is it?" he asked. Usually he would have fun torchering mortals but she was happy to see him! She must have been crazy! Most mortal would run but no! She smiles and laughs.

"Just let me have one more look before you leave. I've always wanted to meet someone like you.You're what I've been waiting for," she looked at him with eyes filled with such sorrow and pain that he couldn't help but fill sorry for her.

"What has happened to you to make you not afraid?" he asked.

"Many things, all family," she looked at the ground, not wanting tears to flow in front of him. That is a sign of weakness.

"Are they like you?" he asked. His hand cupped her face and brought it up to meet his hand. He was surprised to feel tears dripping down her face.

"They are the exact opposite. They tell me you aren't real. They tell me that I need to grow up," Sakura smiled and let out a giggle, "but now I know I'm not crazy. You do exist. Thanks for staying."

He bent down and kissed her cheek and disappeared. A bloody print was left on her cheek. She smiled and walked up to her room.

TBC

What do you all think? This is going to be way longer than my other story Destiny. I promise. Please reveiw.

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