Title: Tempting Urges

Author: AppleL0V3R

Fandom: Naruto

Pairing: Uchiha, Itachi and Haruno, Sakura

Chapter: Zero – Prologue

Rating: T

Type: Story – Incomplete

Summary: Sakura has been a vampire her whole existence, unfortunately Itachi tries his luck when he decides to take her captive.

Word Count: 582

Disclaimer: If you've heard of it before, then it's obviously not mine.

Note: Sakura isn't a complete spitfire in this story though she does have a temper. I have good reasoning for placing her like this but you'll have to read. I'm also sorry if Itachi is OOC, if he is I would very much appreciate tips to get him back in character

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It was easier than he thought it would be to get in. So easy, but not too easy. He'd had his eye on her for some time now and after what had just happened…he was right. Now it was time to act.

Stealing through the pitch black tunnel, the crimson eyed man made quick work of the underground levels easily locating her. Fine place to keep the empress, he thought sarcastically. Well, she was just a means to an end. She always had been. For them. Now though, he planned to make her his, his means to an end. Quite honestly he couldn't give a damn less who was in charge so long as it wasn't them, and certainly not them through her.

Within seconds, he was inside the vaulted aluminum room that would take decades of honing one's skill and strength to get into. He had centuries.

She was definitely full grown, but not as beautiful as the rest of his kind. Because she wasn't of his kind, she was an anomaly. Her inauguration had caused an uproar and now a year later, even the palace was still supremely distrustful of the outsider. She didn't belong and no one was ready to accept her, not until she was one of the country's own. But they wouldn't let her, so she didn't.

But he was going to change that.

He was going to make her his.

And in doing so, he would take down this bloody government from the inside out.

The woman, strange to even her own kind's standards, was chained to the large wall directly across from the entrance. There weren't any windows so he had to rely on his nocturnal vision that all official residents had. Besides her. That would be rectified though. Long bony arms were shackled to the wall stretched out as far as they could go, wrists bleeding because of the tight manacles that insured imprisonment Her feet were chained together and a foot off the ground. Again her body was stretched to the limit making her look far more willowy than any of her kind had a right to be without being on the verge of death. She had the potential to be beautiful among her own and an exotic find in his. But now she was skin and bone, her figure naked and malnourished. They hadn't even bothered to make her look alive. Her skin would be deathly pale no matter the light as well; centuries of little to no light had insured that.

She didn't react upon his entrance or when he was so close, her nerves had to have felt his breath on her skin when he intentionally blew on it. It only confirmed that she was a puppet. A zombie marionette.

And he would become her new puppeteer.


Next Chapter: Captured
Next Update: January - O9

Thanks for reading, sorry for shortness, review please, criticism is forever welcome.