Chapter One: Settlement A: Infiltrated. Status: Failed
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Trinity Blood
"Shizune!" Sakura screamed, watching her torso fly from her body, blood painting the ground with sickly gore. Her shocked, glassy-wide eyes stared blankly at her, her mouth opened in a silent scream.
Still warm crimson splashed against her, her scream replacing the empty void left by Shizune's wordless cry. She reached for the corpse's hand, trying to catch the body before it could strike the ground. For one horrible instant, she thought she felt her mentor's fingers tighten on her own. But it was only the sporadic twitch of dying nerves. In horror, she pulled away, letting the chest and head of her friend slide across the ground in a slick of red.
Rage took her, rode her, engulfed her… a red veil dropped across her eyes and her heart throbbed harder in her chest, the pulse palpable in her slender throat, in the high point of her thighs…
She screamed; her rage finding substance as her fist collided with the nearest creature. The wraith shrieked, its chest caving in beneath her hands. Her free hand came up, wrenching it even further over her fist by its jacket. Blood, bone, and flesh exploded over her, its body flying apart.
"Die!" Sakura screamed, wrenching the neck of the next closest. Bone snapped easily beneath her palm and she let the limp body drop at her feet. With a howl, she kicked the corpse's stomach in, venting her wrath and her sorrow.
Dropping to her knees, she screamed out again. She didn't even know why…it just felt right to add her voice to that of the dead, dying, and fighting outside, to cry for the dead and to mingle her blood with the fallen.
"Enough of this foolishness, child."
Her head snapped towards the lethal hiss, watching as an eloquently dressed man drifted from the shadows, tossing his ebony hair from his shoulders fluidly. His suit, navy blue and tailored, was stained with blooms of crimson. His hands were gloved in white…and dripping gore.
"I will make your death easy." He stated, bringing his hand to his mouth and wrapping his tongue around the slender digit and lapping up the crimson fluid.
Sakura ran, turning her head from the monster and running through the flames and blood and smoke of her village. She ran, tearing past the corpses and the feeding monsters. She ran with her eyes closed against the images of her friends and family bodies, floating in pools of scarlet.
'It's over…it's all over.' She thought, hot tears running down her pallid cheeks as she fled into the wilderness.
She ran, oblivious to the branches tearing at her face and bare arms. She ignored the snap of twigs on her cheeks and the thorns that bled her mercilessly. She tore through the underbrush, feeling the monster's hot breath on her neck…his hands groping for her.
She tripped, a root catching her foot and flinging her against a nearby tree. She drove her nails into the bark, throwing herself against it and burying her face in her arms.
"It's alright. It's all over now."
Hot breath fell against her neck, clawed hands taking her arms and pinning her. The resulting blow on the back of her neck was far too gentle to be fatal, she realized dimly as his hand pulled back and the darkness took her, could they show her no mercy…could they not simply kill her?
The whining creak of the chains brought her to, the shuddering of the shackles suspending her arms above her head and her feet below her. The pale moonlight filtering into the room afforded her a glimpse of the ruins they had selected for her.
"It would seem you've finally come to."
A slender hand ran up her chest, long fingers tracing her jaw line and passing lightly over her lips; and then pulled back to impart a vicious blow against her cheek, a thin tendril of blood running from the resultant wound.
His white glove gathered the blood, his lengthy fingers coming to his mouth, his red tongue lapping up the liquid.
Even as she was, there was something sensual about the way he took in her blood, about the careful deliberateness he displayed in his sampling, in the way he appraised her. But there was also the revulsion welling up in stomach, the bitter bile gathering in the back of her throat and the tears clinging to the back of her eyes.
"Why?" She asked, her tears finally coming.
"Because we could." He replied simply.
"Monster." She wanted to scream it at him, but it was barely a whisper…weak and without conviction.
"But it will matter little, Terran, to you here very shortly." He replied.
He turned away, flicking his wrist off-handedly with the command, "Lower her."
The chains creaked in protest as the feeds pulled her hands down, stretching them out, and spreading her legs. She tried to draw her limbs back in but it was no used and a moment later, her neck was exposed by a vicious tug on her hair.
"Take her."
Glowing red eyes fell hungrily on her pulsing wrists, on the throbbing artery in her thighs and the throb in her bare neck. And then they attacked. They faded into shadows one moment, the next their clawed hands were upon her. She felt their fangs on her skin, the delicate pinpricks of the modified canines and their hot tongues on her bare flesh.
"No!" She screamed, throwing back her head.
"I suggest you step away from the girl."
Her tear-blurred eyes fell on the man now materializing from the shadows.
He was stoic in the command, a strange weapon leveled at the vampires, his silver hair forming a shining halo around his slender face, his cerulean blue eyes gleaming.
"A priest from the Vatican?" The amused vampire asked, his fangs glistening faintly in the moonlight.
"Under the authority of the Vatican I hereby place you under arrest for murder in the first degree in innumerable counts."
"Kill him." The vampire responded with a wave of his hand.
They withdrew from her in a blur of motion, their red eyes leaving vaporous trails like their bodies behind them.
The man stepped right, letting a vampire fly by him and firing off a round. A second came at his back but he was too fast, firing off another one. The third came from his right; he spun again, bringing his gun into the back of its head and firing.
"Take one more step, Father, and the girl dies." He stated, his nails elongating and sliding against the skin of her neck. She gave a choked cry, her pulse thrumming against the razor sharp talons.
"Let her go." He demanded, leveling his weapon at him.
"Stay where you are." He hissed thinly.
He looked at his feet in a caricature of defeat, finding exactly what he was looking for: a particularly sharp rock.
In a single movement, he snapped his foot up, driving the shard towards the vampire's exposed face. Instinctively, the vampire's hands shot up to guard his face. He leveled his gun and fired.
A projectile buffeted the air beside her, showering her in gore the next fraction of a second as the vampire's corpse flew back.
She didn't even see the priest approach her until he spoke.
"Hold on and I'll have you free." He stated, aiming and firing four times. The chains snapped apart with the metallic grate of fracturing metal and she fell forward into his arms.
"Who are you?" She asked as he wrapped his jacket around her naked body.
"Someone who has come to save the lives of humans." He replied.
TBC