This one is for midnightsun000. She was the magic ninth reviewer on my story Recipe for High School Drama [[fanfiction.net/s/5021094/1/ ]] Anyway, please review!
Chapter 1: Soir
Summary: Sakura's been sick since she was very little. She's been around this long for one reason, and now that her reason's gone, what is she to do? And then she meets Gaara, a creature of the night, whose bite can keep her alive but at a great cost.
A window creaked open and a hand popped out, gripping the sill, as a leg followed. It was late—about eleven-thirty; she was supposed to be sleeping. But her parents had waked her up with their shouts. A head came out next, and the window creaked as the full body was finally resting all its weight on it. Pink hair draped over the shoulders, and the young girl glanced back inside to make sure the giant teddy bear she'd placed under her covers really looked like a person. Actually, it just looked like a giant lump. It didn't matter, though. It would do its job; pretending to be her replacement, for now.
Here came the hard part. The ground was only a couple feet from her window; she was sure she could easily jump down. In theory.
In reality, not so easy. Once more, the girl looked inside. The hallway lights had been turned on—a surefire sign that her parents would be in the kitchen and soon come upstairs to check on her. By then, she had to be gone.
She took a deep breath, and jumped. She landed on her feet, but fell to her knees and elbows, scraping them. She wiped some dirt off her cheek and got up, looking around before running. The park was only a few blocks away; she would go there first. She didn't know what after that.
It was dark and she could barely see the sidewalk, so she tripped a couple of times, but she made it. When she got to the park, breathing heavily, she was a little unsure of what she was doing. Looking around, she noticed there was someone sitting on the swing set. The person had gotten up and was looking her in direction. She gulped and headed over, thinking herself fearless. Upon closer inspection, the boy was actually beautiful and had to be much older. Seventeen or eighteen, she imagined. The moon, bright and lively, shone down upon him with a yellow glow, giving his pale skin an eerie, unnatural looking vibrancy. He had short and messy red hair. Though, she noticed it didn't come close to covering a pink scar on the left side of his forehead.
The boy began to turn and walk away, his feet crunching on the soft woodchips. "Wait!" the twelve year old called to him. He didn't stop walking. She picked up the pace, and reached out to grab his arm. When she did grab his arm though, it was freezing cold, like that of a stone. But she didn't let go, or recoil.
"Jeez, I said wait… don't you listen?" the girl exclaimed, her own spring green eyes on the boy. He was very still. And then, slowly, he turned around to face the little girl. His scarlet eyes fastened themselves to hers. That's weird, she thought, I could have sworn they were light green…
"You shouldn't be out here."
The boy's voice was low, and velvet smooth. It was alluring, his voice, and she had an odd thought that if he sang she'd fall asleep. The young girl let go of his arm and took a step back.
"Humph!" she huffed in return, crossing her arms. "Neither should you!" she retorted. It was actually the only reply she could think of at the moment. She nibbled on her lip, anxious for his reaction. He didn't reply, just turned and proceeded, once again, to walk away. "My name's Sakura!" she called anyway, perhaps hoping he'd reply. She wanted to hear his voice again. This time, he did.
"Go home, Sakura." Her heart pounded in her chest.
"No!"
Suddenly, someone was behind her, and the seventeen year old boy was out of sight. Her eyes widened with fear, though she'd never admit it, her hands were shaking. Her heart rate increased.
"Do you believe in monsters?" a voice whispered, seemingly right next to her ear. "There's more than just the sweater in your closet and the teddy bear under your bed. We're not alone."
"I…" Sakura trailed off, her voice small and her eyes wide.
"Do you believe in vampires…?" The voice chuckled. It was so creepy; Sakura regretted ever talking to this strange boy on the swing. She wanted to turn and face whatever was behind her… now it licked her cheek…No, not licked her cheek… licked the cuton her cheek.
She screamed, and closed her eyes as she turned, pushing the strange cold-skinned, redheaded boy away.
"Pervert!" she shrieked, falling over and landing on her butt. She'd gained so much momentum as she turned that she managed to fall over. Still on the ground, she pointed an accusing finger at the boy, who stood above her.
"I can smell it," he whispered. "I can taste it. The cancer."
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump ThumpThumpThumpThumpTHUMP.
Her eyes fluttered. Oh, no. The twelve-year-old took a ragged breath and clutched her heart. She looked up at the boy one final time, her eyes heavy. Last thing she saw before she blacked out was his soft smile. He was handsome to begin with. His smile just made him look better. The only scary part was the fangs.
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