3rd time I'm writing this story (originally called Vampire Love) since I didn't like how I was writing it the last time and all, getting requests to add little pairs that got in the way of the story : / but oh well here it is again! If I still don't like how it comes out I'm going to completely drop the story. So, tell me what you think at the end of this new chapter!

ARMS OF A STRANGER

Wearing a worn-out dark soft leather jacket, a black button down shirt with a few buttons undone at the top, and skinny jeans he walked out of the "abandoned" house with the last of his patience. Breathing in and out, trying to suppress his anger that called forth a monster, he walked away from the broken down building near the stroke of midnight. The building, on the outside, looked like it was going to cave in at any minute with its broken windows, the shingles were barely hanging on for their life, not to mention that whatever the house was colored with all of those years ago was starting to peel. Not that it mattered to the owners that have been there for years, they just moved their work from the upper floors to the lower floors.

The house sold humans to Vampires in need of another bed warmer or a living victim to feed from while torturing him/her or raping them while they drink. Whatever made their blood taste good and whatever the Vampires felt like doing, the Vampires did because they were the superior race compared to the Vampires, humans were nothing but their slaves, which was the whole reason for the house and others like it that were secretly hidden around the world. There was no name for it, since it would change every few years, but every Vampire knew what happened to the humans that went in and came out of those houses.

Inside the house, in this house to be exact since others might not be the same, there were around one hundred humans -male, female, infants, children, and even teens- that were tied to the walls, behind bars and cages to keep them alive till they were bought off. Adults were useless to Vampires. Simply because their blood wouldn't be as fresh as those who hadn't been exposed to the outside world long enough. The teens would be chained to the wall, some sitting on the floor pressed against the wall and others hanging a foot or two from the floor. The children would be chained as well but would be sitting on a chair, in the middle of the cell. The young babies would be asleep, either they naturally fell asleep or they were given some sort of medicine, in wooden cribs that would rock themselves in the middle of their cell with soundproof glass between them and the Vampires. In front of all of these cells, were little plaques that gave information about each of the humans: their blood type, age (D.O.B. for the infants), current weight (the owner of the house made sure to get them the best food for them, and healthiest. Wouldn't want a customer to complain that their slave collapsed a day later or died, now would we?).

Sasuke pushed his hands deep into his pockets that his skinny jeans could allow, his mind on the meeting that was going to be held in a few days, while walking to an empty rented house for two weeks. He passed by all the businesses, his eyes glancing over each of them, each had windows where he could see the reflection of the other side of the street, but not him. Not minding it, he kept looking around, noting that some apartment lights were still on and debated if he should have a snack before going to bed. It was then that he saw a small petite boy running across the street, a few dozen yards from him, into an alley. Then in a glance, four other males came running shortly after him, yelling and throwing bottles at him -missing completely- before following him into the alley.

Sasuke kept walking, ignoring the screams for help as he passed by the mouth of the filthy alley. He looked up at the roofs of the buildings, wondering if he should go home now and find a snack later. But without a second thought he found himself struck by an overwhelming aroma. It wasn't something bad nor was it something good. It was something that riled up his inner monster. He clenched at the thought of losing control, gripping himself from lunging forward. He then turned back to the mouth of the alley, waiting for his eyesight to adjust before doing anything. Then, he heard it; Sasuke heard screams of an innocent heart about to be destroyed by four drunken men. The blood became more stronger, fear and desperation filling his nose; the blood made his body boil. Not thinking straight anymore, his beast took over his conscious mind temporarily, heading straight for the four men. In that instance, the beast was roaring, "Mine!"

He was trapped, he couldn't fight back against those four drunken men, hell he could barely fight back against his boyfriend who nearly raped him after only being a month together. Putting his head against the brick wall, he tried to catch his breath, until he heard footsteps slow down behind him. Two arms grabbed his own and turned him around to face them. It was one second later that he bent over, clutching his stomach and gasping for air, when the leader punched him then motioned for two of them to hold him against the wall before they had a little "fun" with him. The leader pulled out a pocket knife and made a little slit on his white t-shirt before handing the knife to the man next to him. Grabbing the two edges, he pulled them apart, Naruto's t-shirt ripping echoed in the little alley.
Once the shirt exposed his chest and stomach, he started to beg, his voice wavering from both the run and fear. He then found himself answered with a slap so hard on his cheek that his head turned with the force of impact and he could taste blood in his mouth. The man that slapped him growled in his face to shut up before licking his ear and biting it. Naruto started to shake, trying not to cry; his heart was in tatters, thinking of the promise he made to his parents before they died to a deadly illness: he planned to become a doctor to stop and treat any kind of disease that threatens a life. So he could save others from suffering his ordeal. So he can make his parents proud. But now he couldn't, knowing full well his life was over before it even started. Naruto was only fifteen.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Naruto tried to think of something else while his body was to get defiled by these four strangers. He was thinking of his mom's warm smile when he told her that he was going to become a doctor and his father's encouraging eyes that told him that he could do anything in this world. He let the tears that started to gather, slide down his withering face. Then, Naruto heard clinging from the other side, opening his water blue eyes to see that all of the men were starting to unbuckle their pants. One was already done and started to take off Naruto's worn out jeans. Once they were down, Naruto could only watch with immense amount of horror, as he winced at the feeling of something wiggling against his hole. Naruto tried to move away from the finger, but he was met again with a punch in the stomach. He screamed when the dry digit went into his hole, moving in and out before sticking two others in.

Forcing the fingers into his hole, Naruto screamed till his lungs felt like they were going to bust. The fingers stopped moving and pulled out abruptly, the arms that held him were suddenly yanked away. Naruto slid down to the ground, shaking, tears falling down his disheveled face, he could no longer scream, only wheeze for air. His cloudy blue eyes now dull, watched as his savior made the four men unable to get back up, their faces harden by intense amount of fear, and on their necks two marks that was soiled with blood. Naruto finally had the courage to look up at the man that now kneeled in front of him; Naruto gawked at how pale his skin was, the red eyes that seemed to trap him in its gaze, then the pointy teeth that glistened with blood. The man had black hair that framed his face and stuck up in the back, wearing dark clothes to match his self.

Naruto felt those cold hands touch his arms, pressuring himself into being surrounded by a old jacket that was cold yet soft. The man zipped it up before placing a gentle hand under Naruto's chin, pulling him up against his chest until they were able to meet eye to eye. "Your Master is here, now sleep." The stranger's voice was like warm milk that lulled him to sleep; slumping against the cold hard wall, he felt safe in the arms of a stranger.

So so so so? What do ya' think? I'm trying to have it similar to how I had it the first time a few months ago O.o oh well! Pretty please review~! Your opinion matters (to me!)!