To Deliver Us From Evil
A Naruto Fanfiction
Welcome readers! I'm back with something new! Hopefully it's as good as I'm imagining it will be. This time around, I want you to tell me what you want to happen and all the things you'd like to tweak or add. I'm open to any suggestion! Anyway, on with the fic.
The streets were dark and gritty, depressing and morbid in the eyes of the young girl. She watched the scenery go by as the carriage clanked on, her heart beating faster each inch they moved.
She was dying inside. She was falling, clawing at the air she plummeted down to the jagged rocks below.
"But why father?! Why?!
"You know why Narumi! And you should be honored that you can fight for your village!"
"But I'm not! I am not a fighter father! I am a girl just like the rest you sold to die!"
The carriage traveled on through a roadway lined thick with trees. The only thing that could be seen was the path before you, for the trees blocked any source of light from entering.
"Quiet Narumi! And listen to reason! I did not want to sell you, but the village was in an uproar! You are the one-"
"I did not ask for the curse!" she spat venomously, "But that still doesn't give you any excuse! I am your daughter you sick bastard!"
A solid palm slammed against her face, nearly causing her to fall out of the wagon.
"Don't you dare use that tone with me!"
Narumi glared at him fiercely, tears in her eyes, "I hate you! I fucking hate you!"
"Narumi…"
"You're just like them! When you get down to it, you're just like them! Fuck you and your righteousness!"
A hand grabbed her upper arm, pulling her closer to the angered man. The ferocity of the once gentle man brought her back to how she ended up on this god-forsaken trek.
The moment when Iruka, her most faithful friend, had turned on her.
A knock came to the door and Narumi was tidying up the house. She had been working all day, as she was welcome nowhere else, to keep her occupied. When the knocks became more frantic, Iruka went to open the door. It was a rule of theirs to never answer the door for anyone, but to do so when the knocks came heavier. It was to weed out the visitors from the businessmen, of which Iruka never really had time for the visitors. Iruka always answered the door.
"Iruka Umino, we have the papers allowing us to obtain the girl housed within this building. We ask that you gather some things for the journey and proceed to deliver her to the castle."
Narumi gripped the broom, waiting for the response.
Then it hit her.
Iruka, who usually would tell off all who threatened her, just stood there. Looking closer, she saw that he was nodding his head. He was agreeing with them!
Needing no more of a hint, she slowly put down the broom and made a run for it through a back window. She ran as fast as she could, ignoring the shouts and threats hurled at her from behind.
She had heard about the girls who went to the castle. She heard about the vile deaths and the torture they endured.
They gave up their lives and their fates to their captives. She would not. She would fight tooth and nail until the end. Even if she lost the fight, she could at least say that she didn't give up.
She kept running until she came to a river riddled with rapids. The rapids here were fierce, caused by the sharpest rocks she'd ever seen. Without any thought, she jumped, caught around her middle by strong hands.
"Let me go! Let me go!" she screamed, "Son of bitch let me go!"
"I will not allow you to die in a manner befitting a dog! You will stop this at once!"
The voice was unlike any she had ever heard, causing her to stop in wonder.
"Better."
She whirled around, expecting to see the face connected to the voice, but was met with the hands of the village men reaching out for her.
"No! No!"
Narumi fought them as hard as she could, kicking, scratching, and biting to get he upper hand. By the time they were able to subdue her, blood littered the ground, some bones were broken, eyes were blackened, lips were busted, and bruises found homes on any exposed skin the men had.
Tied up, she still thrashed and screamed, yelling everything on her mind, the bulk of them aimed at Iruka. She spared no expense to bring up Iruka's treachery, spewing all of his secrets and desires, everything that he painstakingly held within him, anything to make him bleed like he was making her bleed.
"You will do what you are told, or repent it."
Narumi snatched away from him, "I will repent nothing. Leave me to die; I have nothing more to do with you!"
Iruka looked murderous, "You…..you told….everything I trusted you with!"
"You sold me to die! Throwing away everything I trusted you with!"
"While this is quite interesting, time does elude us."
The couple turned to tall, dark young man who stood inches in from of them. He wore black suit accented with a red dress shirt and tie. Long, ebony hair framed his face, half of it still sloppily binded by a red ribbon.
"Your instructions were to leave the girl at the entrance."
Iruka glared at her, "She would've run."
The young man narrowed his crimson eyes, "Those were your instructions."
Narumi sighed, irritated, "I'm here aren't I? Just kill me already. I don't want to live in a world that has him in it. I'd fight, but knowing the stories, I hear form here, that won't mean a thing. I am not giving up, but know a lost battle when I see it."
The young man looked her over with appraising eyes, gazing intently, "She is a beautiful girl…she looks nothing like the vile creature your village people have described."
"Trust me, she may look pretty, but she's a hellion." Iruka rubbed over his sore spots, "You can have her."
"Fuck you." She spat, punching him again.
"Bitch!"
"There is no need for such language aimed at the young lady. You have not followed instructions; you will pay for this…...at a later date." he held out his hand to Narumi, "Miss Uzumaki?"
Narumi looked at him with interest, taking in his mysterious aura. He didn't seem to be threatening, but she was far from trusting anyone, especially someone who has possibly murdered many women.
"Fear not young lady, everything shall be made clear…in due course."
Tentative, Narumi took his hand and allowed herself to be led away. Iruka turned away from them, making his way back to the carriage. "Burn in hell witch."
Narumi ignored that, tuning all of her focus to the approaching fortress. It looked formidable as well as lovely, if Gothic Beauty appealed to you. There was a large moat as well as a wall where the first door was.
"Welcome the Uchiha Manor, or as your village people like to call it, The Castle. Here is where you will live for the remainder of your life. If that is what you choose, or what will happen."
"How many women are here?" she asked, cutting to the point, "I know Hinata's here…and Sakura was taken a year ago…."
"There are five women here. Competent enough women anyway." They walked through the wall up a long, paved way that parted a sea of roses. "You will hear the stories of the lands, so I needn't tell you any of them, but do know that my brother is not the innocent you'd think him to be."
"I barely know any of you." Narumi grumbled, "Trusting men gets a woman into a precarious position."
"You have fire on your tongue."
"You have blood on your hands."
"Well met."
"Well said."
They approached the manor doors, which seemed to open of their own accord. Narumi ignored this, but looked over the interior.
The large room had two large staircases that curled at the top and two large entrances on opposite side. She could tell that the materials used to make up the room were nothing short of the finest quality.
"You shall lead my brother a merry chase, though I wouldn't."
"Can't take criticism?"
He led her to the left entranceway, down a pitch-black corridor.
"No…..since there has been a shortage of virgin blood, my brother has been more than cranky as of late."
Narumi would have stopped, had her body obeyed her. It kept going, however, oblivious to its mistress' pleas.
"…..Virgin blood?"
"Frightened my dear?"
"Wouldn't you be if a cranky vampire wanted your blood?"
"I never said anything about a vampire. What made you think this?"
Narumi looked down, reliving a memory, "A long time ago… I have seen such a creature…..and do not think I am ignorant of the stories told of the young, addled ladies. Nothing of this ilk surprises in the least. I wouldn't be surprised if the creature had been your brother….or yourself."
A dark eyebrow hitched up, "Quite the young lady. You have to be the first one who hasn't screamed herself hoarse or made a pointless run for it. Also the first who hasn't cursed me."
"Do I get a gold star?" she asked sarcastically.
"You'll get more than you bargained for if you try my brother. He has broken many a spirit and wouldn't care to break a few more."
"Fuck him."
"I wouldn't say that in his presence."
"And what would he do?"
The young man grinned, "Exactly what you asked."
They turned corner after corner until they came down a corridor that looked as if it were designed by ladies. There were many doors here, suggesting the place an area for a harem.
"So I am within the presence of a vampiric rapist? My day keeps getting better and better…"
"How dare you disgrace that which is Lord Sasuke?!" A young lady with sharp, green eyes and faded, pink hair approached them from the shadows. "Be grateful that he has sent for you, as plain and dishelved as you are!"
"This, my dear, would be the Lady Sakura. She is the Lord's new toy."
"I am my Lord's wife." Sakura turned to look at Narumi, "You are to be the toy…..however long you last."
"I am noone's toy." Narumi narrowed her eyes, "I submit to no man."
"You insolent little girl!" Sakura looked to the young man, "Itachi! She has no place here!"
"What's the matter, afraid of competition? Somehow rapists and murderers don't appeal to me." Narumi looked her up and down, stopping on her swollen middle, "Sakura…..what are you doing? Don't you know that your husband weeps for you? Praying everyday for your return?"
There is a flicker in Sakura's eyes, but it immediately dies when the air runs cold and another presence is felt.
"What is the meaning of this?" the voice is sharp and tinged with fatigue, "Who dares question the order of my household?!"
Narumi turned to it, her words at the ready, "Who dares drag me from my home?!"
Sasuke stood before them, shorter than Itachi, but he looked older, as if he's been aged far beyond his years. It didn't mean he was ugly in any way, but that you could see the tiredness in his eyes and posture.
"You're that new girl…..the witch." His eyes were intense and piercing, "Blonde….golden blonde….."
Narumi looked at him with the same intensity, making out the fangs that peeked from beneath his lips.
Bingo.
"You're the vampire….nice suit." she smirked, "You might want to clean the blood from your claws though."
Sasuke's eyebrow shot up, "So you are a witch? No such human would have such impeccable sight."
Narumi shook her head, smiling, "Not quite." She flicked her hand to the side of her, lifting a candle from its holder, "I just have a few tricks up my sleeve."
Sakura gasped, her eyes widening, "You….you….have the Touch!"
Itachi and Sasuke were also surprised, watching her with new eyes. Narumi clenched her fist, crushing the candle.
"They call me a witch, because of my powers, but this is not the truth. Saiyshu, my mother, was a full-blood." Narumi smiled once more, her fangs morphing into their original forms, "Now you see them…."
Itachi smirked, "Well…that's interesting…"
Sasuke stared at her, his eyes more intense than the last time, "Finally…a true match…"
Sakura glared at the men, "What damn difference does this make?! Hinata's a half-blood too! That didn't make her a match!"
"Do not question me!" he snapped, causing Sakura to draw away, "You have yet to prove your true worth; know your place."
Narumi folded her arms, "Tell me what is going on. Why was I brought here and why are you taking the village's marriageable women?"
"You shall know soon enough."
"I will know now." Narumi looked around at the other women, women she grew up with, "What are you doing to these women?"
Sasuke glared, "You want to know? You will find out on your own."
"We are here to provide the lord…...with an heir…" spoke a soft voice.
Narumi looked around until she saw the familiar dark hair and pale eyes, "Hinata's…."
She nodded, "The vampires are dying out and the humans grow restless. In secret, our village is planning an assault upon the castle with their own vampiric forces. The heir must have blood strong enough to sustain the line….as does the mother."
"The woman that conceives must be compatible, or she will die." this voice belong to Ino, a shopkeeper's daughter.
Narumi looked up at the ceiling, her back to her bed, soft and cold beneath her.
Not only was she sold to die at the hands of vampires, but she was also sold as a bride, a test-trial prostitute.
She lied there for what seemed to be days before there was a knock on the door. "Narumi…..It's Hinata. Are you up for company?"
Narumi rolled onto her side, flicking her hand towards the door. It opened instantly. "Enter, it's open."
Hinata came through the door with a white cloth in her hands.
She had changed since Narumi saw her two years ago. Her hair was longer, meeting her upper arms and her lips were painted crimson. Her shape was quite curvaceous and her skin had lost its color.
She looked like a ghost, though she wasn't as frail as she was in her girl days.
"I'm sorry that you're here, though the village really didn't like you. You know that."
Narumi propped herself up on her elbows, "I did. How are you Hinata?"
"You haven't changed a bit Narumi." Hinata smiled, showing mini fangs, "You're still as blunt as ever."
"I try. Has he touched you?"
Hinata sighed, sitting next to her, "I was pregnant three times, but it would never last. He has since given up on me, suiting me to the job of Lady-In-Waiting for Sakura. A woman in her position is a Lady. The favorite girl is called the Mistress."
Narumi frowned, "I'm sorry."
"No need to worry over me. I'm free now, for Lord Sasuke worries over one thing." the ghost of a scowl settled over her face, "Because of all the pain I have suffered, I am sterile. I will never have children of my own, vampiric or otherwise."
Narumi shot up, the fire apparent in her eyes, "That bastard!"
"Shh!" Hinata clamped a hand over her mouth, "Never speak against the Lord, for it is forbidden!"
"I don't-"
"He does horrible things to punish the insolent! I wouldn't dare cross him in any way! He has eyes and ears throughout the whole castle!"
"I don't care if he has eyes in his ass!"
"My my little brother….what a spitfire you have…" Itachi took a drink from his glass, "Far beyond your handling, I'm sure."
"She will be mine before the week is out. She just needs to be broken." Sasuke looked over at Sakura, who sat still as a doll, "And this one…she is strong enough…the more quieter of the former bunch."
"Yes, she has spirit…….but it is a flawed one; tainted by the need to please……..I'd much rather the blonde."
"She is mine." Sasuke snapped, "Lay one finger on her-"
"Or you'll what brother?" his crimson eyes flashed with challenge, "I'm dying to know."
Sasuke ignored it, "I am the Chosen Son…..or have you forgotten that?"
Itachi shrugged, "You may be the chosen son, but I am the eldest child." He took another drink, "He who shall rise above all other power and bring purity to a tainted race."
"And all shall bow before the light of the golden whatever! I am still the Chosen Son!"
Itachi chuckled at his outburst, openly delighting in getting under his skin, "Of course brother."
It was minutes before midnight when Narumi decided to sleep. The white garment Hinata carried with her was a nightgown made especially for her by Itachi. Though she found it odd that he would make such a thing, she was grateful nonetheless and wore it, feeling his aura, however faintly, within the fabric.
Blowing out the candles, she kneeled before her bed, her hands clasped in prayer.
Having long ago accepting herself, she saw nothing wrong with praying. She prayed for a better future and better friends. She prayed for new beginnings and new strength. She prayed for love to come her way in any form.
And now she prayed for the power of forgiveness; something she was never good at.
She prayed for the strength to forgive her captors and the villagers who sold their children to madness. She prayed until she could pray no more, falling asleep in that very position.
I originally wanted hold off the explanation, but thought that I was dragging along enough. This first chapter was a little dry, so I'll make up for it in the next installment. Keep me posted on what you want because I plan to update daily. Thank you for reading!