This was supposed to be a one shot for Halloween, it's my second try to do a one shot and I failed completely. You might know some other stories of mine: 'Sunrise tails', 'Pink thread of fate' and 'Miracle is an understatement'.
Pairing: Narusasunaru.
Summary: Sasuke is a vampire running from his past trying to exist in the modern days until is cover is blown and he is forced to run. After months running from the hunters without the time to feed he is nearly starved when he enters a natural reserve that might be is salvation or doom.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
The first night
It was a cold night. It's always a cold night. The wind blew strong, carrying thick drops of rain that landed hard on the asphalt floor. It was so dark not even the lights on the road could illuminate the streets.
However that didn't stop a lonely silhouette of walking down the road. It walked fast, not even phased by the coldness of the weather, it wouldn't feel anything anyway.
Red eyes did not moved to the sides, locked with determinacy on the end of the road that led to a natural reserve. It wasn't safe to walk streets where humans lived, although what it was about to do was dangerous as well.
The territory had been marked a long time ago, if it encountered an enemy it would perish. It had been running away for two months, chased like an animal and it couldn't do anything to stop it except to run. It had sworn to itself to never spill human blood again. But it was hard; it was killing it because it hadn't fed for months to keep running. Even now temptation was big, but what good does a full belly when you're dead?
If it got to the reserve it could erase his tracks for a couple of days and drink. It needed so desperately to drink its fangs and red eyes were out in anticipation. Every step that it took was painfully, that's why cold was nothing but a dull sensation. It knew cold because it knew warmth.
Warmth that comes from living things.
Warmth that comes from rivers of dark red.
Warmth that comes as pleasure and necessity.
It was all denied to it who tried so hard to make up for its sins from eras ago. It was so long that it lived without human blood, it would make three hundred years that winter if it survived that long in its weakened state.
Its pursuers did not care. It was a monster, and it knew they were right. However it wanted to 'live' and not simply exist. It was selfish and that's why it knew… he was still human deep down.
The breathing that came out of his lips was not hot but he still breathed if he wanted to. He could feel warmth and softness when he touched the fur of the animals he had fed from, and he had felt cold when they're lives ceased to exist. He felt pleasure from warmth. Not simply from drinking it. He had had cats as pets and he had never fed from them. He had enjoyed lying in a big bed while his cats would go to his side and give him their warmth. They mingled and died, and eventually there was none left to give him that joy. He liked hot drinks. Coffee was his favorite though he couldn't taste it. Alcohol was also nice but was lethal in big quantities while coffee wasn't.
He did not like his kind. He did not like their touch which lacked warmth, and he didn't like the exchange of blood. He never lied in bed with one of his kind not even when he had forgotten his human side and name.
He was Sasuke Uchiha and he had died with the age of twenty three. His mother was Mikoto Uchiha, his father was Fugaku Uchiha, and his older brother was Itachi Uchiha. All of them had perished three hundred and three years ago and so did he. However only he had been spared from his eternal rest by the murderer of his family.
It had been a long time ago and he still was hunted for all these centuries all because he was guilty of his crimes. He never denied it. Humans make mistakes, but he was no longer human but a vampire and that is why his judgment had already been settled.
Monsters have no words.
That's why he was running up the muddy road to a reserve that could be either his salvation or doom.
His clothes were soiled with mud, damaged beyond repair. The black jeans that had been slightly torn to make it look like animal claws were so ripped that one of the legs had been already ripped while the other was hanging by a dozen of stitches. His original white dress shirt was bloody, torn with only one button at the end of the shirt holding together the pieces. He had ripped the sleeves months ago in an attempt to mislead his pursuers. The black half arm gloves that covered is pinkies and ring fingers, the black long barrel boots with high heels, and the choker with the angelic cross made of white gold, were the only things that were miraculously untouched, though a bit dirty and soaked wet.
He never expected to be surprised by hunters in a popular coffee shop, where he usually bought his extra hot beverages near the campus. If he knew he was going to be hunted he would have never wear his favorite and expensive outfit.
Things had changed a lot in three hundred years. It was easier to travel, to be entertain, and easier to live with fake identities in the twenty and twenty one century.
In the countries of the northern hemisphere a young man of 23 could live at the expensive of the state if he was a good student. Having the experience and knowledge he could be accepted in every college he wanted to be and live peacefully for five years. He preferred Europe more to the States and Asia. Those continents had too many people to many problems and too much pollution. In the beginning of the eighties of the twentieth century he had planned to stay in England, Germany, the Netherlands, Denmark, Ireland, Scotland, and the North of France in a rotative system of thirty five years.
The system had worked for thirty years until his cover was blown in that damned coffee shop.
The bad and good side of this century were the technologies: The plasmas, the portable computers, the I-phones and I-pods etc... He loved those miracles of science. The internet was present in his daily life ever since the beginning of the century and his paycheck of the all last year had been all spent in a new portable, a television and an I-pod. Technologies were sometimes too fragile or temperamental.
He knew those technologies did incredible things and the hunters had access to it. It was easy to hack into a college database if one had the right skills. He had been resorting to that in order to erase his tracks rather than using his suggestion powers. He never forgot the old human lady that was so brain tough she ignored him and called the authorities. And he had more than two hundred and seventy years at the time!
He wasn't surprised that he was found out, but connecting him to who he was had been an entire different thing. Vampires were easy to locate, even the ones that lived from blood banks and animals. However they knew his name and not the fake ones he had been using for over three hundred years. He changed his name every fifty years before he began to attend colleges all over Europe, after that he was forced to adopt a new name every five years.
Sasuke remembered them all and yet when he heard his name after all this centuries it still felt so natural that he had made the mistake of turning his head and answer.
He had recognized the hunter though the silver chain he wore their name card. It was a crescent red moon pierced by a white sword. It was easy to decipher the meaning: all the creatures of the night while die by our holy strength.
They did not show mercy. Unlike other orders they hunted until their prey was dismembered and burned.
The one pursuing him was young, yet was probably their best hunter. He had never felt driven to a corner before, until that hunter came. And now it was not just him but an all fleet of masked humans armed to the teeth.
If he wasn't so tired and starved he would roar in frustration to the thought.
When he finally entered the reserve perimeter he kept running to depths of the forest. He needed to feed before the sun rose. Although sunlight was not lethal too vampires his strengths would fade the moment it rose and in his state he would die.
With such cold and strong rain it would be nearly impossible to find a suitable prey. He needed at least five liters of blood for month to survive and with a period of starvation of nearly three months if he didn't hunt at least a deer he would be in big trouble. Unfortunately for him deer were crepuscular which meant he had little time to hunt one and feed. Not that he doubted his skills but he normally drank cattle blood, and he being weakened did not help his chances of catching a deer with more than two hundred and fifty kilos.
He waited.
Hours went by.
The rain had finally stopped.
When he heard rustling his instinct kicked in and before he knew it he had his fangs pierced in the dead body of a big grey rabbit. Even after he sucked all the blood of the creature his fangs did not released his prey.
Red eyes slowly looked up to gaze at the lord of the territory. A wolf with the dimensions of a lion locked their gazes for dominance.
Sasuke immediately knew that he was going to be killed.
Werewolves were protective of their territory and he had been caught red handed. That wolf had the right to kill him and he would to make a stance of his position. If only that was the case he would have probably had the chance to live by showing submission, but it was not the case.
He was a vampire. Werewolves attacked vampires because instantly they knew that vampires do not show submission and therefore were treated as other alphas trying to take over others territory.
And then there was the disgust and that ancient hate for his kind. That hate was due to the fact that a long time ago vampires used to feed of the mates of werewolves which were all human as a challenge to them. Werewolves can only have kin with a female human and even then the cubs might have or not the wolf inside them. Female werewolves were rare and sterile. But worse was the fact that a wolf had only one soulmate for life.
Wolfs could live among humans like they were humans themselves except for three days a month. They were much more human since they were alive and had the same lifespan.
Deep down Sasuke was jealous of them and that was one of the reasons why he disliked them. There was also the fact that they had the horrible habit of marking their territory like a normal dog during full moons, unlike vampires who released pheromones by rubbing their bodies or piece of clothing. And last but not least they were known for being horny perverts that procreated like rabbits.
It was a fact. Their instinct was to mark their mate as soon as they found them and keep copulating until the female was pregnant, and when they were the wolves would be even more compelled to mate.
The wolf moved in his direction, showing his bloodied fangs as he growled. Sasuke had looked away for a second to the blood, compelled by his instinct to lick the blood out of them. His fault did not go unseen by the werewolf who had just won the dominance battle. The vampire was too starved to worry about his pride.
He was going to die either the wolf let him live by some miracle or not. The sun was rising and he was too weak to resist. He didn't fear either death or the wolf above him. He was more worried about his stomach by the way his fangs kept piercing the painfully bloodless rabbit.
The vampire was desperate for blood even when he was about to die. His instinct took over making him growl to protect the prey that no longer had anything to give. Another weak growl made the wolf stop. Sasuke was afraid that he would jump the werewolf for the fresh blood that was dripping from his fangs.
His deprived stomach concluded that the wolf was probably torturing him before killing him, when he saw a wide grin.
A harsh growl from the werewolf didn't made the vampire move immediately, but slowly he let go of the rabbit and started to lick clean his own fangs never breaking eye contact.
The wolf then disappeared for his surprise.
The despair of his starving stomach made him lick the rabbit's neck in the search of a missing drop of blood. His hearing sense was perked when he heard something heavy being dragged. The sight of the wolf didn't interest him at all but the six hundred pounds of red deer made him salivate. What was left of his pride and rationality kept him from leaping to the deer and latch onto its neck.
It was definitely torture, a trap, a trap he wouldn't be able to resist any longer. When the wolf came close he growled but did not step back. His red eyes were locked in stream of blood coming out of the neck of the prey. He would be a laughing stock if he fell for this, he would be dead before he got to that prey.
If he had to die he would at least die with a bit of dignity. It was what he wanted to but his instinct was making him even more desperate to sink his fangs and satiate his thirst.
The werewolf dropped the deer and left, leaving the vampire confused. He tried to think of a suitable reason for the wolf to let him live and give him his prey. However once his instinct knew that the wolf was distancing himself to a hundred meters distance, it took over mercilessly.
Sasuke was a slave to his body now, while he sank his fangs in the place where that wolf had pierced his to hunt the deer. All of his judgment left him; all the thoughts had been washed away.
When the sun rose behind the morning mist the vampire was nearly done with his meal and sure that he would live at least another day. There were no signs of the werewolf, so he decided to rest right there with his body against that foul smelling deer. There was no sense in feeding him and then kill him if he stayed a little bit longer.
He lied quietly licking from time to time the wound of the deer where he could also taste the saliva of the werewolf. It was an interesting taste, not as repulsive as he though as it would be. The smell from the wolf was still lingering and he stopped himself of marking the wound as replacement for the wolf.
Sasuke hated that aspect of his instinct more than when it came to food and starving policy. It was from a human point of view weird but it was his way of saying I know this place (or person). In a way he was marking the wolf as a possible ally.
The vampire rested for a couple of hours until he smelled the wolf. The voice on the back of his head also known as instinct told him to rub himself against the wolf if he proved to have no intentions of killing him or use him.
However this time it wasn't a wolf that greeted him but a blond man with blue eyes dressed in casual jeans and a white shirt. Now it was definitely his good judgment telling him to rub himself against the rippling muscles of the wolf.
Wolfs are not known for their looks and charms… vampires are.
He had always had a thing for blue eyes, but he could swear that never in his three hundred and three years of existence and twenty three years of living he saw a blue like that. The marks on the face gave the blond a unique trait. The one million smile was to die for as well.
He wondered how werewolf blood tasted.
"You reek.", the blond said.
And with that the vampire lost all interest in rubbing himself against him.
"Can you walk? My house is near you can wash yourself there. It's safe."
Like I said this was supposed to be a one shot. If I don't get enough reviews I'll repost this chapter again with the original idea.