"It's the middle of the school year and nothing exciting has happened," I thought.

I was staring out of the window next to my desk on the third floor. It was the middle of class but at this point I really didn't care. I was so bored with this class and this city that I couldn't take it and just didn't care about anything anymore.

"But…"

My eyes found their way to the abandoned church that sat about five blocks away from Konoha High School, my school. The church was nothing special. It was rundown, old, and so broken that it was no longer appealing to the eye. Five years ago some pastor wanted to buy the church in hopes of saving it, but as soon as he walked inside he changed his mind. And I don't blame him. The building is hideous.

"That church has always caught my attention despite how ugly I find it. I wonder why? I don't think there's anything special about it, but I'd like to know what's inside of it…"

I was so mesmerized by the building that I didn't even notice that my teacher was standing next to me and was calling my name.

"Hinata… Hinata… Hinata!" she called.

"Huh?" I said, completely unaware of what was going on. "Oh, Kurenai sensei. I-I didn't mean to daydream."

She raised her thin eyebrows in disbelief. Clearly she wasn't convinced enough to let this go. "Oh really? You've been doing this for a while now. Are you getting enough sleep? Maybe you should see the nurse?" She suggested it, but it sounded more like a demand.

"No, no. That won't be necessary. I'll pay attention to the lesson."

Her hands were on her hips. "Alright." Turning back around to the front of the room, she announced, "Now, everyone, turn to page 438 in your textbook and we'll continue our lesson."

"My daydreaming is getting worse. Nowadays, it's as if I can't even detect when I do it or even control it. And every time I get sucked into it, it's usually within view of that church." I gazed out of the window once more. "I should really explore it one of these days. It might put an end to my problem."

Staring even more deeply at the building, I felt something eerie about it, something unnatural and wicked, but oddly the term "wicked" enticed me. It almost made me want to be closer to the abandoned building. But as I looked onward and studied more of its features I jolted in my seat from a faint scream that I heard. It sounded like it came from the church.

Without thinking, I stood up in my seat and asked, "Did anyone hear that?"

"Hear what?" Sakura Haruno asked. She and I have been friends ever since elementary school. In my eyes, and to almost everyone else's, Sakura was the prettiest and kindest girl in school. Her pink, silky hair rested on her shoulders and her beautiful green eyes stared up at me from her seat. She was obviously concerned and looking into her eyes made me regret ever saying anything to worry her.

"Yes," Kurenai asked angrily. Sensei had to be fed up with me by now. This has been going on for a couple of months now. "Hear what?"

I hesitated and began to fidget with my fingers. Fidgeting with my fingers was a habit I picked up about seven years ago after an incident happened that involved my family and me. "A scream," I said. "I heard a scream coming from outside. I think it came from the church."

Kurenai sensei instantly became furious. "That's it!" She wrote a quick pass for me. "You're going to the nurse."

I tried to object but it was futile. There was no use in fighting against her. Each and every time she was the one who won each battle.

Before I stepped out, Ino called from the back of the room "Sakura and I will wait for you after school."

Ino Yamanaka was also one of my best friends but I didn't know her for nearly as long as I had Sakura. Like Sakura, I saw Ino as a beautiful girl, but not as pretty as Sakura. And Ino also wasn't as kind as Sakura, but I still loved her as much as my pink haired friend.

Ino was a blonde with long hair. She always had it up in a ponytail with a fringe covering her right eye. Her eyes were a beautiful light blue and they had this unnatural feel to them whenever I stared at them. Sakura's reputation had always been the pretty, smart girl but Ino wasn't quite known for that. She was more known for her promiscuity. She could get anyone into bed without even having to try. I'm not sure if it's because of her enticing features or her alluring charisma. Either way, with those powers, Ino Yamanaka had great enemies and close friends.

I nodded at Ino and Sakura and left the classroom.

The visit to the nurse took longer than I expected. He inspected my reflexes and shown a light in my eyes. My guess is that he wanted to see if I was high or something, but during his inspection, the nurse seemed more curious than concerned about my health. Maybe Kurenai sensei had been giving him details about my daydreaming escapades? Whatever the reasons were for his prolonged examination, I was twenty minutes late to meet up with my friends after school. I had to hurry to the front of the school because I feared they were going to leave me or they had already left.

The weight that my heart carried suddenly became lifted when I saw them still waiting for me outside.

"Thanks for waiting," I called to them.

"No problem. That's what friends do," Ino said.

"So what happened in the nurse's office? Are you okay," Sakura asked.

I smiled reassuringly. "He said that I was healthy."

"I'm so jealous of you, Hinata," Ino said. She wore one of the many flirty smiles that she always made when talking to or talking about boys. "Kakashi sensei is so hot! He can examine me any time he wants."

Sakura showed Ino her smug smirk. "I heard he was gay. There are rumors about him sleeping with Guy sensei." She just said that to bring Ino's hopes of sleeping with Kakashi sensei down. I hate that Ino is a slut but I think Sakura hates it more than I do because she's actually seen Ino in action.

"No," she whined. I couldn't believe that she actually believed Sakura. "What a waste! Don't you think so too, Hinata?"

I merely smiled at them and looked towards the church completely uninterested in what they were discussing. I only had one person that I wanted to notice me and I had known him just as long as I had Sakura. He's very popular in our school and every girl wanted to be with him, especially Ino. I think he's the only guy Ino wouldn't have a one night stand with. His name is… oddly, now I can't remember his name. That's strange. How could I possibly forget?

"Hey Hinata," Ino scolded. "I'm talking to you!"

"O-Oh, sorry…" The name thing was starting to get to me.

Sakura looked worried and Ino seemed to not notice my sudden lapse in reality.

"What's on your mind," Sakura asked.

"The church," I said as casually as possible but my pink haired friend still appeared concerned. That building is always weighing on my mind and I really wanted to know more about it so I couldn't think about it anymore. "Do you guys know anything about it?"

"Well…" Ino said. "There are rumors floating around that only women go missing whenever they go inside it but I think it's a bunch of bullshit. There's just as many people walking around Konohagakure as there were yesterday."

"We should explore it," I proposed.

"What? I am so not risking my life over some curiosity. Sorry."

"Why don't we go home for today? I think you need some sleep, Hinata. It's been a long day," Sakura said.

"No wait," Ino said. She then whispered to Sakura as if I wasn't there, and couldn't her, "Naruto's checking Hinata out again."

Sakura followed Ino's gaze. "Oh, yeah he is. She doesn't even notice. But I think she's still crushing on him, though."

"I think she's crushing on the church more."

"Shh! He's coming over."

It suddenly hit me. Naruto Uzumaki, the most popular and handsome boy in Konoha High. I forgot his name. I knew him almost all of my life but only spoke to him about five times total. My timid personality got the best of me whenever he even looked at me, so, in turn, I don't even look his way to avoid turning red like a tomato.

As he walked over to us, I couldn't help but to check him out. Naruto Uzumaki has blonde hair and he purposely styles it to be spiky and stick out in all directions, but as odd as it may seem, his blonde locks are soft and silky, not hard and stiff like I always expect it to be from excessive gel use. Naruto also has blue eyes, like Ino, but his are blue like the ocean. A vast ocean that I could sail in forever and never look back. His lips are full and when I catch myself staring at them, I imagine myself kissing them. He has no flaws on his beautiful face, aside from the scars on his cheeks. Years ago, Naruto got in a tragic accident he refuses to talk about that killed both of his parents and left him with whisker-like scars on either side of his face.

As for his body, Naruto works out at the local gym and at school. Since the accident, Naruto vowed to himself that he wanted to become strong enough to prevent anything tragic happening to himself or to anyone he loves. As a result, he has the best body in the school, good enough to model if he wanted to. When he wears tight T-shirts, I find myself biting my bottom lip and picturing doing much more with him than kissing. In my eyes, everything about Naruto Uzumaki is perfect and I never wanted anybody in my life more than I wanted Naruto.

"Hey, Hinata." He greeted me with his sweet voice and a charming smile. His teeth were white, straight, and gorgeous. They're so gorgeous that he could be on one of those toothpaste commercials that piss everyone off because their teeth aren't as straight, and will never be, and as white as the actors' who truthfully get their teeth straightened and bleached by a professional.

My face felt red hot and I quickly averted my eyes away from my crush. "Hi, N-Naruto…" My voice was so quiet that I doubt he heard me.

It took Naruto a while to answer; my guess was that he piecing together what I just said. "I, um, noticed you and wanted to know if you were free today?"

"I-I, um…" Was Naruto Uzumaki asking me out? Why me of all people? I'm certainly not pretty enough for someone as sexy as Naruto.

Just as I was going to say yes, a voice popped into my mind, a voice other than my own. It was man's voice. It said "No" and he said the word rudely. Almost as if he hated Naruto and he wanted me to hate him too.

To my surprise, and dismay, I also said no. When I repeated the word, or more like message, to Naruto, I almost felt like I hated Naruto just as much as the mysterious voice. To my luck, I didn't sound scornful, I just sounded… lifeless.

"Oh, o-okay." He obviously was disappointed by my response and the hyperactive happiness faded a little from his blue eyes. "I understand. It'd be weird to hang out with a stranger, right? I'll look for you tomorrow, alright?"

Completely embarrassed, he walked back to his friends, Kiba Inuzuka and Shikamaru Nara. Judging by their demeanor, they were asking Naruto what happened.

Ino was immediately on my case. "Naruto Uzumaki asked you out and you said no? What's wrong with you?!"

"Leave her alone, Ino. She's just tired, right, Hinata? I'll walk you home." Sakura was very concerned and the more concerned she got, the more worried I became about my health. Maybe there really was something wrong with me?

Sakura took me home just like she said but didn't stick around. Instead, she ordered me to go straight to bed. How could I object to her? Sleep sounded like a good idea right now. And who knows? I could be normal when I woke up in the morning and everything would return to normal and I could go out with Naruto after all.

However, the next day was worse. Even more worse than I thought it could get. In class, I stared out of the window longer than usual. I also acquired a couple of new symptoms. I often mumbled to myself, but not loud enough for anyone to hear besides me. I also rubbed my neck constantly in the same spot. My friends noticed it and pointed it out to Kurenai sensei after class one day and she decided to call in Principal Tsunade to observe the class. I knew, however, that Principal Tsunade came for me.

"I'm sure you all noticed Principal Tsunade at the back of the classroom. She will be observing us today." When sensei said "observing" I couldn't but notice that she looked at me. "Now, open your textbooks and take out your homework."

Everyone obeyed besides me. I heard everything that was going on but I continued to watch the church. It was more appealing to me than yesterday and I couldn't take my eyes off of it. Yesterday, I was mesmerized by how hideous it looked. Today, it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

"Hinata," Kurenai called.

I didn't respond or move. Even though I heard her clearly, my body wouldn't listen to me and I couldn't speak.

"Hinata."

I was still unable to respond.

She walked over to me and tapped my shoulder. My attention went immediately to her. Odd. Usually Kurenai sensei was a beautiful woman but now… she was the ugliest person in the room. Almost too ugly to be human.

She gasped as soon as I looked at her. I felt as though I was looking into her soul. Her true self? But that's impossible.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Did I space out again? I won't do it again. I promise."

"R-Right." Kurenai cleared her throat. "Do you have your homework?"

"I…" Just then, I was interrupted by the mysterious voice again. I winced in pain and held my head. I now had a headache. "I didn't do it."

"You… didn't do it?" She repeated it as if she didn't hear me correctly. I always did my homework.

"Are you deaf? I just said that I didn't." The voice fed me the lines. Even though it wasn't technically me, I still felt guilty each time I spoke to Kurenai sensei.

"What's gotten into you?" Kurenai asked me that question as if she knew something was off, like she knew this wasn't me. She knew but there obviously was no explanation for this.

I leaned in closer to my sensei and whispered so that only she and I could hear what I was about to say. "I think you should die next. What do you think, Kurenai?"

Somehow Tsunade heard me and the principal shot up from her chair that sat in the back of the room. "You're out of line, little girl!"

Her unexpected shouting snapped me out of my trance.

"It's not her fault," Kurenai said. Why was she defending me? "I think she's ill."

"If she's ill, then she needs to go home," Tsunade argued.

Sakura shot up from her desk, which was a big move for her since she was afraid of Tsunade. She's a pretty woman but very tough. For interfering, Sakura could suffer some serious punishment, especially since I just put Tsunade in a foul mood.

"On her own?" Sakura asked.

Principal Tsunade crossed her arms. "She'll be fine. If she got to school this morning by herself then she can get home by herself." Her words were harsh and we all knew Sakura was going to get more from Tsunade later.

Sakura and Ino stared at me, as well as the rest of the class, one last time before I left the room. There is going to be so much gossip about me when I get back tomorrow if I even decide to come back tomorrow.

I left the school feeling so frustrated and confused. I wanted answers. I needed answers. I thought to myself on my lonely journey home, "What's wrong with me? I never used to be this spaced out before. Am I dying? Do I have some kind of unknown disease?"

Then it suddenly came to me as I noticed I was approaching the abandoned church. My apartment wasn't even in this direction. It freaked me out a bit, I admit. But it occurred to me that this was probably my chance to solve my problem.

Hesitantly, I approached the front door to the old building. The outside was even dirtier than I thought. The bushes outside of the church were so overgrown that the branches from the bushes were extending past the sidewalk and some branches rested on the porch. Overgrown vines descended from the roof and covered the dusty old windows, and the dark bricks on the outside of the building were covered in all of the plants that surrounded the building.

The iron banister was covered in rust. When I slid my hand on the railing, rust appeared on my palm and fingers and the brittle paint chipped off easily. Disgusted, I removed my hand from it immediately and clasped my hands together in an attempt to rid myself of the rust.

The door that I was about to open was old and worn from many years of use. The paint of the wooden door was fading due to age and neglect. When I observed the hinges, I couldn't help but notice the rust on the iron. The rust on the hinges were worse than the banister and it looked like the door would fall off if I tried to open it. But I reached out and turned the doorknob anyway. I pushed the door open and years' worth of dust escaped to the outside world.

I stepped inside the building that had been beckoning me for months and called out cautiously, "H-Hello?"

After a few steps into the room, the door closed behind me. I immediately went back to the door and tried to open it but it didn't even budge. It was locked. How?

"Help!" I cried as I banged on the door.

My heart picked up incredible speed when I heard slow footsteps approaching from behind me. I stopped banging on the door and slowly turned around to see who was there. If I was going to die, I might as well see who my killer was, right?

"You finally came to me," the person said. A man? He had a familiar voice… It sounded like the voice that was speaking for me to Naruto and Kurenai sensei.

I subconsciously backed up against the door and I managed to call out into the blinding darkness. "Who a-are you? W-Who's there?"

It was dark and very, very little light from the windows poured in, what I assumed to be, the lobby's room. If I had a few more moments of time to study the room I would've been able to identify it, but my captor stepped right into the light so that I could see his face. I gasped at his beauty that rivaled Naruto's. The devilish smirk that he wore only made the rare beauty that he possessed more alluring and hard for me to determine who was more attractive.

He was a beautiful man, even more beautiful than Naruto. This man had raven-like hair that was as black as night and it was chin-length. It framed his face and carried a dark blue sheen to it and his eyes were black. When I stared at his eyes, they pulled me in just like the trances that I went into every time I looked at this church. Eyelashes never caught my attention but this was an exception. This man's eyelashes were long and thick. They complimented his facial features well but with all of the dark colors that he owned, his skin appeared pale. Ghostly pale. No warmth resided in his skin just like a dead person.

"Forgive me." The man bowed. "I am Sasuke Uchiha."

I was frozen in fear but I urged myself to at least introduce myself. It seemed like the right thing to do for some reason, even in a situation like this. "I-I'm Hinata Hyuga…"

"That's a pretty name. Enchanting even." He gave me an evil look that matched his smirk and said his next lines devilishly. "Just like the sound of your heartbeat."

The strong fear that immobilized me suddenly disappeared and I gained the ability to turn around. I tried to pull the door open once more but to no avail. I was scared. Death was standing right behind me.

In an instant the monster was right behind me. He pressed his body against mine and one his hands trailed down my body and planted itself on my waist. The other hand made its way to my face and caressed it gently. I felt myself trembling in his hold and wanted nothing more than to leave.

He moved my dark indigo hair away from my ear and whispered in it. "Wait. Don't leave. I haven't tasted you yet."

The predator cocked my head to the side and exposed my neck. His cold lips pressed against my warm skin and I felt the sharp fangs sink into my neck. I screamed from the pain but as soon as he sunk his teeth into me, he pulled away and spit out the blood.

He wiped his mouth and said, "Ew! Your blood is too sweet!"

Breathing harshly, I covered my bleeding neck. I was losing so much blood and it was seeping down my white, collared uniform shirt. I was in shock. A vampire? Is that what he is? They don't exist. They're just folklore, right? And one certainly cannot exist in Konohagakure without being detected, yet, how is this one here?

He laughed to himself. "I certainly got lucky. I haven't met one of your kind in a long time."

I pulled my widened eyes away from the river of blood staining my clothes to meet my attacker. "W-What are you talking about?"

"A healer. You're a healer. That's why your blood is so sweet. It's very rare to come across one of you. You're very valuable, Hinata Hyuga."

Even though I should've been more concerned about bleeding to death, I found myself asking, "A-Am I going to turn into a vampire?"

Sasuke laughed hysterically. It was as if I said the funniest joke in the world and once he stopped, it was hard for him to answer me without chuckling. "No. That will only happen if you drink my blood and… if you sleep with me."

"What does sex have to do with becoming a vampire?" That seemed very much like a lie.

"Intimate intercourse is the only time when humans become one and share DNA other than kissing. It makes perfect sense, human."

At this time I felt very weak. I was losing more and more blood and this vampire was just talking to me as if I wasn't dying. How many people came here that he killed off? If there were any, there weren't any news reports about it. Like Ino said, there are just as many people walking around Konohagakure as there were yesterday.

"How am I going to get out of here alive?" I thought. "There seems like no possible way out, especially with Sasuke watching my every move. Will I ever get to see my friends again? Or Naruto? If I do escape then things certainly will return to what they once were since I found the source of my problem, right? Surely Sasuke isn't cruel enough to just kill me off after discovering how rare I supposedly am." I swiftly glanced at Sasuke and met his eyes. They were cold and merciless as he studied me thoroughly. "Maybe he'll let me go once he realizes how useful I really am?"

"Are you worried about getting home, back to your friends, back to the 'normal' life that you once had? If so, you should start rethinking things. You just met a supernatural being. I'm afraid that I can't let you get away without you joining me or me killing you. I can't risk you leaking all of what you just saw and experienced here to the outside world."

He can read minds too? Somehow when he protruded my mind, I felt filthy. He could do anything he wanted with that power since I'm mentally weak at the moment and there was no way that I could block my thoughts from him if possible.

The vampire walked up to me, his face inches from mine. "Are you ready to faint yet?"

"Why do you want know that?" I was surprised at how I said my words. They sounded hateful but Sasuke seemed to love the way I said them. His mouth curled into a smile after I finished speaking and he backed up a little.

"So I can patch you up," he said plainly. "You won't follow me willingly and even though you're not much of a fight, I don't feel like putting in effort to treat you."

He extended his hand for me to take. I looked at it and then back at his face. He was smirking. As much as I hated to see that expression on his face, I took a step forward and reached for his hand. But when I took that step I became very dizzy and the room grew even darker as I felt my body falling for the rotten floor. I fainted.

The next thing I knew, I was in a bedroom. My consciousness hadn't fully returned to me but I was aware enough to see Sasuke sitting beside me on a chair. He was watching me again. "Doesn't he have anything better to do?" I studied him and noticed he wasn't paying attention to my face. Instead, he was watching my body. Peering down, I saw my bra. Even though I was in a bit of a daze from the blood loss, I couldn't help but notice that I was missing my shirt. I shot up and covered my body as much as I possibly could. I tried my best to ignore the headache and vertigo that claimed me, but it proved difficult.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Rage consumed me. Sasuke had not been fazed though. Again, he appeared amused. "Where is my shirt?!"

"Calm down. I was just looking." His eyes left my body and found my face. "Your shirt is drying. I washed it for you. Your welcome." He stood up and sat next to me on the bed. He looked me in the eyes and he no longer had that mesmerizing glint in them. "I've been waiting for you for so long, Hinata."

Confused and uncomfortable, I inched farther away from Sasuke but no matter how far I got from him, it seemed like I was moving nowhere. That supernatural pull he had on me kept me right where he wanted me and I had no say in it whatsoever. I had no power to get away. "What are you talking about?" I was annoyed. I wanted to leave and never see him again.

"I dreamed of you for so long. I don't know why I just now noticed." Happiness lingered in his eyes and a bit of disbelief. He had the expression of someone who was attending a long awaited reunion with a past lover. "If I touch you, it feels like you'll disappear and this'll be another dream… almost as if you never existed."

He reached out and caressed my face again. This time he did it lovingly, but his cold hand gently rubbing my face and stroking my hair made me shiver. He touched me so gently and stared at me like if he pressed any harder I'd shatter like glass right before him. Kind of like a magic trick. A cruel magic trick that was performed for Sasuke many times.

"You're mistaking me for someone else," I said. I didn't want him to look at me like that. Like he loved me. I only want one person to look at me like that and if anybody else was going to fall in love with me, I didn't want it to be the monster that bit me and watched me slowly lose consciousness.

"No…" he breathed. "I definitely am not. You look exactly like her."

"Who?"

"Kana Oshiro…" He whispered the name. When he said it, it sounded as if someone stabbed him in the heart. "You do not have the same surname, but your faces are the same. You must be her reincarnation. You have to be."

I was almost afraid to ask what happened to her. Almost. "What happened to her? Did she die?"

He looked away from me and I couldn't help but feel relieved. "Kana was killed by my brother, so I killed him in return."

I was astonished. "You chose Kana over your brother? Why?"

His eyes found mine. "I was in love."

He saw the disgust on my face and seemed hurt. He then said, "Of course you'd choose family over a lover. You have no family and haven't for a long time. I don't expect you to understand."

In a boiling rage that took over me, I slapped at him. The way he said "family" made it sound like a dirty word, a word he found himself too good to be saying. "You've been alive for so long that you forgot what it means to have family. I'm not the one who needs to understand, Sasuke, you are!" I said his name the same way he said "family" which he gave me deep frown for that I smirked at. "Where is my shirt? I need to leave now." I calmly stood up from the bed, no longer caring that Sasuke could see my skin.

I noticed my shirt on a rack in the room so I grabbed it and put it on. As I began to walk towards the door, Sasuke caught hold of my wrist. His eyes, as dark and as endless as the abyss, stared at me pleadingly. "You belong to me, Hinata."

I released a humorless laugh. "No I don't. I don't belong to anyone."

"When I'm done with you, you'll think otherwise. You won't want that boy Naruto that you've been lusting after all of this time." He smiled devilishly. "I could always eat him to get rid of the competition."

Somehow, I got my wrist from his hold. He shouldn't be so sure of himself when I just met him and knew nothing about my taste in men. I've liked Naruto for years and Sasuke had nothing on him. "Don't touch me. You definitely don't know what love is if you're threatening me."

There was a dangerous glint in his eyes. He was not messing around. I felt as though I was suddenly in danger and decided to flee out of the room. I ran down the rotten, wooden staircase and ended up in the lobby. I quickly headed to the front door but didn't even get within a yard of it when I noticed Sasuke blocking my path through the darkness.

I came to an immediate halt. "Why do you want me so badly? I'm not your precious Kana and I certainly don't want to be! Get out of my way!"

Using that super speed, Sasuke appeared in front of me and took my hand. He brought my hand to his lips and brushed them against the surface of my hand. Slowly, he looked at me. We made eye contact. "You've brought happiness and light into my life in ways that you can't even imagine, Hinata. Hope came along with you when I thought it was lost as soon as you walked through that door. I can't just let you return to Naruto when I love you so much more." Desperation lingered in his voice. He was serious.

"I can't return your feelings. Sorry."

He closed his eyes. "I understand."

"I need to leave. Even if I could stay with you, I can't. I have school tomorrow."

"Skip it." He said it as if it was the simplest thing in the world. "After all, tomorrow's Friday."

"It's important, Sasuke." After what happened this afternoon, I had to go back to prove to everyone that I was fine. I had no reputation, at least not one that I knew about, so I had to go back before I earned the "Crazy Girl Who Talks to Herself" title.

"I like the way my name sounds coming out of your mouth." He smiled again but this smile was different. He truly looked happy and it made him look even more attractive. I found my face getting hot but not nearly as hot as it did with Naruto.

In a pitiful attempt to hide my embarrassment, I scoffed at his flirtation.

"Fine. Go to school," he said. He rested his hands on my arms. "But I want you here after school, and I want you to stay with me for the entire weekend."

"I can't. I just met you and…" my eyes scanned the room, recalling how filthy it was here, "it's really dirty in here. I'll have nowhere to sleep or eat, either."

His eyes turned red and our eyes locked. He chanted, "You will stay with me."

Sasuke's voice sounded so beautiful and convincing. It echoed through my mind and enticed me to do his bidding. How could I refuse such a pretty voice and man? With a voice like that, I was willing to jump off of a bridge or even hop right into bed with him if he wanted. I repeated after the beautiful stranger, "I will stay with you."

He smiled. "I'm glad that you agree with me, my love." He caressed my face even more lovingly than earlier, which felt so good that a moan was on the verge of escaping into the dusty air, and then stole my first kiss.