My first attempt at a Gaara/Sakura fic! Hope you NarutoNuts enjoy the first chapter and, no flamers please, constructive criticism is welcome!

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Gaara dashed through the verdant underbrush - he was on the hunt.

He was suffering from blood lust...and a kind of hunger, a kind that set his blood on fire and made his skin burn with anticipation. He was in...A "mood."

These 'moods' happened frequently, when his demon would become restless and frustrated.

To some, Gaara was barely human. Since birth, He had carried the one tailed raccoon shukaku.

He was considered vile and a monster for his past deeds. His reputation as the powerful Kazekage of the hidden village of sand made him one of the most feared and respected men throughout Japan.

A scent on the wind pulled his head to the right. There, in the light of the full moon, he could see a shape no more distinct than a shadow near the edge of the water. His eyes glistened in the dark as he backed up into the thick bushes. He was well concealed there. The water lapped gently onto the shore of the lake and he narrowed his eyes, trying to make out if the figure was a friend or enemy.

The cool wind off the water blew through him again, once more carrying the scent that had previously caught his attention. It made him lightheaded, and he had to reach out to steady himself. The carnal heart within his chest was beating rapidly now, and he knew that he had to find the source of the aroma. Crouching low, he continued to watch the dark figure move down the waterline. As the shape moved closer, it became more defined. Gaara could see that it was someone tall...someone lithe. At last he finally saw the familiar emerald eyes.

He smiled to himself. 'Such a foolish little girl, out here all alone.'

It was now quite apparent that the dizzying scent was emanating from her, and he found himself digging his fingernails into a nearby tree trunk.

Sand escaped from his gourd, flowing down to the ground and slithering over the soft grass, only to come to an abrupt halt behind her.

'Kill her...?' He involuntarily raked his fingernails down the bark. 'Or take her. Take her and then kill her. Kill her then take her? No, no, no...'

Her beauty was playing games with his senses. She was startling in the glow of the moonlight - the way her short pastel pink hair coiled down around her ears and her bare rounded shoulders. She was perfectly quiet in the dark. Her walk was a glide, like a ghost soundlessly passing.

His mouth was open now, to allow for slow, raspy breaths; he had crouched on all fours close to the ground out of sight. His lean forearms were quivering so badly that he could barely hold his own weight. She had almost passed...he needed to act quickly. He didn't want to ambush her. That would cause her to scream and run, and draw more attention. That was the last thing he wanted.

As soon as she strode by his hiding spot, he quietly moved out onto the grass behind her. Clearing a short distance quickly, he paused to watch her hips sway and her delicate fingers sweep past her rear as her arms swung...and was suddenly hit once again with her aroma. It was overpowering now that he was so close to her.

He stumbled. Just at the girl began to turn to see what had disturbed the quiet, Gaara grabbed her by the wrist. As predicted, she opened her mouth to scream, but he was ready and clamped his other hand over it. He spun her around, her back to his thundering chest, and wrapping his bicep under her chin, he dragged her back into the Konohakure forest.

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I know the first chapter is pretty short; hopefully the next one will be longer :)

R&R please