Vampires-monsters we call them, creatures of the night that kill's to satisfy their lust for blood. In my village, Konoha, these monsters used to hunt us down. I and many others fought, and many died in both sides. On the night of the new cycle, when the moon isn't visible, we struck, knowing that they grow week during this time as they give into their hunger, making them less clever and bright and easy to fool. I fought their king, I was the strongest and so I had a chance to defeat him. When the king dies, his clan goes with him, it was a hard battle, but I won, we won. Finally the vampires were gone, they lost and we won, but at a price. A red light came upon us and before we even realized what happened, the curse has been placed on us.
All the survivors that night were turned into an immortal, never to be affected by time, forever young yet not immune to death. Everything about us changed, our strengths, our speed, and our power enhanced, our features, sharp and more detailed. But a different curse fell on me, I didn't become immortal, instead, I became on of them, one of those blood thirsty monsters that killed everyone important to me, my mother, my father, my team and everyone else. My sensei and only few of my friends were left.
When I realized that I was turned, I despised myself. My power enhanced and my features more pronounced, beautiful they say, but no I wasn't, but when I looked into the mirror what I saw wasn't myself, instead, I saw a beautiful man standing in front of me. My reflection wasn't me at all, he was tall, well-build yet slim, he had waist length silver hair, and the thing that caught my attention most were the mismatched eyes that stared right back at me.
Its right eye grey and dark like a storm yet the other was so different it almost scared him. He's left eye was red, gleaming a dark ruby color. I thought I lost my left eye when I fought the vampire king, during our battle his sword slashed down left eye and now I harbored a scar, it began from my left eyebrow running across my eye down to my lower cheek. My left eye reminded me that I was different, that I was a vampire. My left eye was, as my friends call it, blessed but I thought differently, it was a curse. Because of my left eye's copying ability, I became known as the legendary copy Nin of Konoha, the master of a thousand jutsu's. But hating this part of me, I hide myself behind a mask.
I despised myself more when I realized that I had the power charmspeak people, one word from my lips and they'll have no choice but to obey. I wanted to kill myself, to die, to just disappear, but it wouldn't happen. The curse was to be forever immune to death and untouched by time; to forever hate myself and try to wait for death that I knew would never come. But that wasn't the worse part, once a month, on the night of the new cycle I would be overcome by my vampire instinct, it wouldn't happen if I just drank blood for even at least once a week but I refused, the blood needed to satisfy my vampire instinct needed to come from a human, and I refuse to become more like those blood suckers.
Loathing myself, I try to live and bear with the curse, staying behind the shadows of my village; I stay at an underground prison, built during the first ninja war beneath the Hokage tower. I live to protect the village; it's the only thing I can do to keep myself from loosing my sanity. I thought that it was only reason why I keep on living. I thought that was the only purpose I had left in life but I was proven wrong.
My life changed when I was assigned to train a chuunin and train him to develop his skills and become a Jounin but what happened next was something I did not expect. A moon after our first meeting, the chuunin stumbled into my cell and the new cycle began at that very moment, my last recollection was that of me loosing my consciousness as my hunger took over me…that was when fate turned to me…Hatake Kakashi, Jounin, ANBU, and a vampire…