You Are My Prey by: Scarlet Echoes.

Sasuke was turned into a vampire by his brother at a young age, but over the years, as his body and mind grew Sasuke came to realize that his prey's blood wasn't enough any more. Now he wanted his prey. Gaara x Sasuke, Itachi x Sasuke Gaara x Itachi. YAOI!

Disclaimer I do not own any of the Naruto characters.

A/N: I got this idea, much like my last, from watching Hellsing. I've wanted to see what your reactions would be to an incest fan fiction for some time, so I placed Itachi as Sasuke's sire. I hope you all enjoy this one. It's a very confusing 2 some 3 some at times but I think it's a great fiction. Read and Review please! Thank you.

Chapter 1

His title.

The young teen screamed in agony as the pearly white fangs sank deep into his perfectly pale skin on his neck. His hands fumbled desperately to grip the body holding him, the creature that was slowly but surely draining his life from him. His blond locks stuck to his forehead as he gasped for breath, his chest heavy with the weight of the creature. What was this thing doing to him? A sharp gasp rushed out between the blond teens lips as his back arched; a pleasure was coursing through him that he could control.

" Don't be afraid." A sensual dark voice whispered.

" Who are you!" The teen demanded.

He could feel a hand slowly run up his back, placing pressure in all the right places, and stop on the back of his neck. Suddenly he was being lowered backwards, the creature holding his body weight with no problem, and he could feel his back touch something soft, something like silk. He was lying on a bed! The blond squirmed, trying to free himself of this thing. The creature only seemed to enjoy his fear even more.

" Don't fight it. The pain will return."

The second the voice whispered this into the teens mind a pain rushed up through his neck causing an even sharper, pain filled shriek to come from the teen. He squirmed, arching his back, and bucking his hips desperately into the creature when suddenly a second presence filled the room. The lit candles smoldered, and then died, and the darkness grew. The teen was silent, even though he continued to squirm. The creature's hands were at his wrists, holding them above his head, as he kissed his neck soothingly.

" What's this then?" Said a second voice. This one sounded different from the first, but it had that same dark tone behind it. " What have you brought home today?"

The darkness suddenly became soft, and the teen stopped fighting, his body weak from the creature's touch. He could feel something else touching him, long cold fingers stroking his skin all over. He shivered, would this be the end?

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A pair of snow-white eyelids fluttered open to reveal a pair of dark black pupils. A sort of sadness seemed to have faded into them, deep into their depths, but the face, which held the eyes, showed nothing of this depression. It's soft and naïve features said that the boy that owned the eyes was young, young enough to still be naïve, but old enough to know about the world around him. Human logic would have made someone guess that he was perhaps 15 but those who were like him; those from the night knew he was much, much older.

The boy let his eyes drift closed as the scent of blood came to his nose. The bridge of his nose wrinkled in a cat like manner as he turned his head to the side in search of source of the smell. His eyes suddenly came to a halt as he found a young boy, seemingly dead, lying next to him. A startled yelp left his lips as he jumped off the bed, his feet landing instinctively on the ground. The young boys black hair fell into his face as he backed away from the bed; his hands held in front of himself in a defensive manner.

Panic rushed through him as he looked at the young blond boy in his bed, his eyes closed, and his soft lips parted with a drop of blood running down the boys chin. Had he done this? Had he killed this boy? The boy jumped in fright when his back touched a wall behind him, and after giving the black wall a glance over the shoulder, he looked back at the boy on his bed. He was just lying there, as though he had just been sleeping.

The boy slowly slid to the floor, his back still pressed against the wall, and he pulled his knees in close to him. His face found his knees and the tears found their escape before he knew he was crying. His soft sobs echoes throughout the room for a few moments, the silence becoming almost suffocating. A second presence seemed to seep into the room, entering through the doors and windows, and even through the high black walls. The young boy lifted his head slowly, his eyes rising from the floor, to suddenly rest upon a slightly older teen before him. He wore a large black and red cloak that hid his frame from the boy, and the clasp that held the cloak to his body was a curved clip of silver and gold.

His hair resembled the young boys, though it was combed down, and his bangs didn't cover the sides of his eyes. The boy let out a soft gasp of shock, his eyes widening, as he looked the teen over. Human logic would have told him that this teen was somewhere around 17 years old, and yet the boy knew some how that he was much older then that. The teen looked down at him, his head tilted slightly to the side, and the boy let his eyes connect with his. They were black, the same kind of sadness was buried in them as his own, and yet they seemed to be so kind. Did he know this beautiful creature?

" D-do I know you?" The boy asked aloud.

A twisted smile suddenly took the teens features, and he stepped toward the boy, one of his arms pushing through the slit of the cloak to reveal a hand gloved in black leather hand.

" Good morning little one." He said. His voice was so...cold.

The boy pressed his back farther and farther into the wall in an attempt at getting some distance between him and this teen. It didn't work. He kept coming closer, his steps more like strides, and before the boy had a real chance to flee he was trapped. The teen knelt down before him, his smile becoming softer and his hand moved toward the boy. The boy turned his face to the side and shut his eyes tight as though the teen wouldn't be able to touch him. The boy pressed the tips of his gloved fingers gently to the boys face, causing him to jump in fear, and he ran his fingers slowly downward until they were pressed to the side of his neck.

" How could I have forgotten?" The teen murmured as his fingers rubbed gently into the boy's neck." You never were a morning person."

The boy whimpered softly, his back arching slightly from the touch. What was this teen doing to him? Suddenly the hand was gone and the boy looked up to look at the teen to find him holding a small silver blade. Its edge was at an angle and the teen held it close to his face, as though examining it. The boy pressed his hands down into the ground, pushing his back into the wall once again in fear. Now not only was he trapped here with this teen he didn't seem to remember, but now the teen was armed.

Their eyes connected and the teen smiled again.

" Don't be afraid." He whispered." I just forgot. Don't worry. I'll make it all better again."

He brought the blade closer to his face, the tip just touching his soft bottom lip, and he smiled. The boy's mouth fell open as the teen ripped the blade down his lip and threw it to the floor. Everything was silent for a moment, then the teens lips began to bubble with little beads of dark scarlet blood. The boy felt like he was going to be sick, and yet one side of him wanted for him to lean forward and lick the blood. To take it into himself. To feed. The boy covered his face with his hands, a strangled screamed leaving his throat, which echoed, throughout the dark room. The teen before him threw his head back and began to laugh, the sound piercingly loud, and then as abruptly as he had begun he stopped. The boy was still screaming his ears covered with his hands, as he rocked himself back and forth in an attempt at making it all go away.

" Oh now, we can't have this now can we?" the teen asked.

The boy fell silent and looked back up slowly, his ears still covered with his small hands. The teen was smiling. The boy felt afraid, safe, sick, and worried all at the same time. The teen reached out slowly, his single gloved hand moving toward the boy shoulder. The boy was petrified as he watched the teen's hand in its slow motion. Then suddenly then teen swiftly pin the boy to the wall, and stood up, dragging the boy with him. The boy yelped in shock, his head falling back to touch the wall behind him, and his feet left the floor. It was obvious this boy was taller then him, but how powerful was he?

The teen closed the distance between them quickly, their lips brushing just slightly against each other. The boy shivered. Why was it he seemed to enjoy this so much? Was he mad? The teen smiled down at the boy, his eyes so close now that the boy felt completely surrounded.

" Well little one?" The teen whispered, his hot breath running over the boys own lips.

" W-well what?" The boy managed.

" Are you not hungry?"

This question seemed to not only mock the boy but also question his sanity. Hungry for what? This teen's blood? The question seemed to seep through into his subconscious. For indeed, this was what he was craving. Such a thing, it was liquid gold. The boy opened his mouth slowly, his tongue moving out to run down the teen's lip, and over the thin wound. The boy instantly pulled back, his eyes shut closed in panic. He didn't want this; he didn't want this at all. The boy fought back against the teens touch in an attempt at freeing himself, but this teen was much stronger then him, and he only managed to get pinned to the wall by the teen's full body pressed against his.

" Don't fight back. The pain with return." The teen whispered softly.

The boy shivered, his mind screaming for him to run, for him to fight, for him to beg for his life above all things. And yet beyond the chaos the boy could hear a voice that sounded familiar, and he wasn't afraid of this voice. Someone was telling him to do as the teen said. He slowly forced himself to calm down, his hands falling to his sides, and his head falling forward slightly. The teen chuckled slightly, his second hand moving out from the cloak to run slowly up the boy's side. He watched as the boy moved, and squirmed beneath his touch and yet made no attempt at running.

The teen leaned forward again, pressing his lips firmly to the boys before him, and he reveled in the feeling of the boy jumping in shock, their bodies coming in close contact to each other. He could feel the heat radiating off of the boy as he kissed his, it was truly a little piece of heaven. The boy began to give in, his body strangely weak. It was as though he hadn't eaten forever. He let the teen ravish his body, his rough leather gloves running up under his shirt to touch the pale skin beneath. He could taste the teen's coppery blood slipping between his lips and over his tongue. Just then, when his mind was distracted from his defenses, then teen slid his tongue into the boy's mouth, taking control almost instantly. The taste of blood and saliva mixed together and the boy began to feel light headed.

The back of his mind told him he was enjoying this, this torture, and yet was it only his slipping sanity leaving him that told him this, or was it the truth? He could feel the teen's hands violating him, and yet images had taken his mind. Were they memories? He seemed to remember things, things from his past. His mind went blank for a moment. He could see the teen, standing before him, only clothed in a black beater and a pair of loose black pants. His smile was terrifying; he looked like a mad man. And poking out between his soft light colored lips were a pair of pearly white fangs.

" You shall be mine forever. Little brother..."

" Itachi!"

The boy ripped himself away from the teen, shoving his palms hard into his chest, and sending him flying into the center of the room The boy stood close to the wall, running the back of his hand across his mouth to wipe away the blood. He watched as the teen slowly drew himself up off the floor and looked toward him. He too wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, perhaps a trait they both had, and he smiled at the boy.

" Well then good morning little brother." He said.

" Shut the fuck up Itachi. Why did you have to be so rough?" He questioned angrily.

" You had yet another of your little memory loss spells." Itachi said, his voice almost sounding triumphant.

The boy let his face fall into a death glare and he drew himself away from the wall.

" You sound like you saved my life. When in truth you're the one that did this to me. Besides, I wasn't referring to me." The boy said, his eyes turning toward the blond lying lifelessly on the drape-covered bed.

" Don't worry." Itachi whispered." He's alive."

Just then the boy turned over and he let a low moan escape his lips. The boy felt a wave of relief wash over him and he sighed.

" Why is it, little brother, that you always seem to care so much for your prey?" Itachi asked, tilting his head t the side.

" I don't know. Perhaps...I enjoy them so much more when they're a live. Unlike you." The boy whispered.

" Hey dead men don't complain. So you can fuck 'em without worrying about what they want" Itachi said, placing his hands on his hips and laughing like a mad man.

The boy sighed, shaking his head. This man, his brother, was the one who had turned him into what he was. What was he? In truth he didn't even know quite what he was. His brother called him an Immortal. Other's called him Death. He knew he was both. But his title was Vampire.

A/N: Well what'd you think? Cool? Bad? Or is it the biggest piece of shit you've ever seen in your entire life? Well well well? Laughs Well just make sure you review. Thanks for reading, and good night! (Don't worry I'll update as soon as possible)