Hello everyone! This is yet another fan fiction from N-I-N! I know I promised I would finish House Party Hell before I posted any other fan fictions, but I had this idea before HPH, and I didn't want to hurt the story's feelings. Yep, I'm that weird...

Right. This is a vampire fic. With blood sucking fiends and what-not. I have never done one before, but everyone else seems to be doing one, so I thought, "Y'know, why not?" And there's the hype of 'Twilight' and everything, so this is basically the perfect time to start posting one. I have read at least two vamp fics this week alone, and I am all vampired up!! GO CREATURES OF THE NIGHT!!

I basically came up with this story whilst trying to get to sleep one night. This is how it usually works for me. I lay awake, talking to myself hoping to the anime-Gods I can come up with a good fan fic idea. And then, hey ho, one comes to me! It is truly a beautiful process...

This story actually used to be about a girl who met Sasuke and Naruto and she had to put them together. But I decided that it wasn't SasuXNaru enough, so I changed it. So this whole story has basically taken forever to write, 'cause I had to go through it all and correct stuff. But you have to give the fans what they came for, ne?

The first chapter isn't SasuXNaru. I apologize, but the plot needs to build up first. Things need to be explained. It is about Naruto and his life so far. Like a flashback, only...hopefully cooler. If you guys end up hating this story so much, I shall delete it if necessary. I'm actually slight nervous, 'cause I don't know how you guys will take it. Be kind though, ne? Why the hell do I keep saying that? I'm not frickin' Japanese! Though, I've been called a Japanese wannabe before...and that made me slightly happy...As I have said before, I think I have issues...

So, before we begin, the disclaimer:

DISCLAIMER!!: I don't own Naruto. But the lady who owns the orphanage, the old lady and the policeman are all mine!! Yes, all of the completely unimportant characters are mine!! MWUAHAHAHAHA!! Oh yeah...and the story itself of course. So no stealing my work and passing it off as your own kk? If there is, I shall hunt you down with my new found vampire powers!! Apparently I am a vampire, since on sleepovers I always seem to be hyper during the night when my friends are exhausted, and when anybody opens my bedroom curtains during the day, I start hissing and cowering from behind a pillow...Don't ask...

Oh yeah. And by the way, because there are a LOT of vamp fics of SasuXNaru on this site, I have to put this. If I use something that you feel I stole from you, I promise I didn't. But if you feel that uncomfortable with it I can take it down and change it for you if you like. If something is similar to yours, then I must have subconsciously taken it or something. Because I under no circumstances mean to steal from anybody. I hope that helps other authors in any way.

"I'm just going out for milk, okay Naruto? I won't be gone long."

That was the last thing my father said to me before he died. We were in the middle of the Summer holidays, and one night for some bizarre reason my kid brother, Kiba, wanted some milk for cereal. I told my father not to go out and wait until morning, since it was way past Kiba's bedtime anyway. But being the big softy he was, my father just smiled, ruffled Kiba's auburn locks, put his coat on and was out of the door before I could say another word.

And he never came home.

An old lady who lived in the street next to ours found his body when she went out to get the morning paper. She found him lying on her lawn, cold and lifeless, with trails of blood trickling down his unshaven neck. He was clutching a bottle of milk in one pale hand, the one he promised he wouldn't take long in getting. Now that I think about it, Kiba never did get that milk for his cereal. In fact, he hasn't touched the stuff since that day. He says it's cursed. He also says vampires killed our father. I keep telling him he's talking nonsense, but he won't listen to a word of it.

The police came to our door a few hours after they found our father's body. He asked me where my mother was when I answered the door. I told him I hadn't seen our mother since I was five. The policeman just sighed and asked if he could come in. I reluctantly said yes.

When he told me what had happened, there was a weird feeling at the pit of my stomach, like I was on the verge of being sick. Everything was just one big blur, and I couldn't think straight. It felt like the room was swaying, like it was a boat sailing on a rough sea. It was the worst I had ever felt in my life.

The policeman kept telling me how sorry he was, and if I had any relatives I could go and stay with. I told him no; it was just me and Kiba now. Just us, alone in a big empty world.

After a few more moments of the policeman's apologies and condolences, he just got up and left. Just like that. But I didn't mind. The truth was, I would have preferred it if he had never turned up in the first place. Then perhaps I never would have had to find out the truth. I could keep living in a perfect world, one where my father was still alive, so we could all live in our perfect world together. But I knew my perfect world had died years ago. Ever since my mother had disappeared.

I didn't know how long it was until Kiba came home from playing with his friends. A minute. Ten minutes. An hour. Who knew? Time was meaningless to me at that point.

I remember sitting him down with a large cup of juice and a few cookies. My plan was to make him comfortably happy before telling him. But before he had even finished chewing one mouthful of cookie, I had burst into tears and blurted out everything to him. I can never forget the horrified look on his face. It was burned into my memory that day, and it has haunted me in every nightmare, in every waking moment of my life. For a while, I could not even look at him without seeing that face. Words cannot describe how horrible it was to look at that face. Full of sadness, pain and betrayal. Betrayal towards me or our father, I was never truly sure, but I knew that feeling was there. I could see it in his eyes.

A few days after that, I had to go and identify the body. I had to ask myself, why the hell did they choose me? After all, I was only thirteen at the time. Why couldn't a neighbour, or someone like that do it? But I know now, it had to have been me. I was family. I had to do it.

When they pulled the plastic covering off of his body, I wanted to break down into tears again. His skin was so white, like frozen snow, and I could clearly see the wounds on his neck. But what scared me the most was his eyes. They were wide open still, and they were staring right at me. I wondered why they hadn't closed them by now, I mean, isn't that something that people usually do straight away? Those dead eyes gazing right into my soul. I felt like they were stealing my life away somehow. I quickly told them it was him, and begged them to pull the cover back over his face. They suddenly noticed his eyes were open, and closed them before they could cause me any more distress. But the damage had already been done. Those eyes immediately joined the other horrible memories that were floating around inside my head, the ones that refused me any piece of mind.

When I came home from the morgue, there were a lot of cardboard boxes lying around inside our house. And there were strangers filling them with all sorts of personal belongings. I ran over to them, and I remember shouting at them furiously, telling them to put down everything and get the hell out of our house. But then that woman came through the door, and I knew immediately what was going on.

She was the owner of the orphanage in the city; I remembered seeing her picture in the local newspaper, but I couldn't remember her name. She was hailed a saint for her work with children, but I knew someone like that could not exist in a world as cruel as this one. She had to be some kind of fake. Just by looking at her you could tell that much. Her orphanage was a religious one, one where they made children pray every Sunday and gave counselling to those who required it. I hated that place. Everything about it made me want to throw up. But that woman was the worst. She ran towards me and pulled me in a fierce embrace. She smelled of something sickening, even now I can't tell what it was exactly. But the over-powering stench made me want to gag.

"Oh Naruto-kun!" she howled dramatically, "I am so sorry for your loss! But don't you fret! Your dear auntie shall be taking care of you from now on!"

I asked her where Kiba was.

"Oh the dear boy is in St. Tsunade's as we speak! He is probably checking out his new room! The poor thing was so worried but I told him you'd be joining him very soon!"

I said that we weren't going to go anywhere. Our house was where we lived. It was our home. I told her she had no right to take Kiba anywhere without telling me first. She looked insulted.

"Oh my darling boy! Surely you understand that we are only doing this for your own good! I can't stand to see children like you suffer! But...you have to understand sweetie, that this isn't your home. Your father was paying rent for it, and now that he isn't here, the poor thing, you and your brother cannot continue living here."

I told her I would work and pay the rent myself. I knew I could manage it by myself. All she did was laugh.

"Of course you can't work! You're not old enough to work yet my dear! And after all, you have school to worry about! Let's not forget someone also needs to be home to look after Kiba. Could you go to school, work, and still manage to look after your baby brother?"

I said yes. I could work after school, and one of the neighbours could check in on Kiba from time to time until I got back from work. The neighbours had done it before when my father was out working late. Why should now be any different?

"Come now child let's not be difficult shall we? You're coming with me because it is a council order. So, why don't you get into my car and come to St. Tsunade's whilst these fine gentlemen are still packing? You can check up on Kiba and see your new room too!"

I knew if I argued further then she would begin to get angry. I think that's why I did it, to be completely honest. Even now, I don't regret making her frustrated. I enjoyed making her life hell. After all, she made my life hell. So I thought, why should I be nice to her?

"I'm smarter than you give me credit for," I hissed, "I'll come with you, after all I would rather not make an unpleasant scene, even though my subconscious is begging for one right about now. But when I get to St. Tsunade's I'm going to get my revenge. I will not forget this, and one day I'm going to get my home back. Are we clear?"

The look on her face after that little comment was priceless. That was one memory I remembered that I would rather not forget. She was trying to hide it, but it was a look of pure fear.

"Now sweetie," she chuckled nervously, "Let's get into the car! We wouldn't want to keep your dear little brother waiting, now would we?"

I glared daggers at her, and smirked playfully when I noticed her shudder. She slowly began to back away, then fully turned around and walked quite quickly towards her car. It was an ugly little thing. It was one of those tiny cars that could only fit about two people inside, and it was painted a hideous shade of bright maroon. I imagined the car smelt exactly like her. I was reluctant to get inside, however, I knew that I had to.

A late Summer breeze blew through the open door, though this breeze was not as warm as I expected it to be. It was quite chilling; it seeped into my bones and froze me to my very core. This wind was giving me a message. I knew it was predicting the future to come.

Life now will be much harder, for you and your brother. Your suffering will not end here, it said to me.

I gave our house one last look, one last pitiful look before I turned around and began my sorrowful walk towards the car.

"I know..." I whispered, "I know..."

So what does everyone think? It's slightly creepy 'cause Naruto's past is so dark...really like the anime itself actually...but without any crazed fox demons destroying villages or jumpy ninjas that shout 'BELIEVE IT!!' ¬¬ I swear if Naruto says that one more time I am writing to Viz Media...XD

Anywho, this prologue is written as if Naruto is telling the story. The rest of it will be, 'he, Naruto ect.' so it will be a different person...I think it's called 'third person' but I can't be bothered to look it up...Not studying English for six weeks has taken its toll on me...

So, please leave reviews, tell me what you think, what you think might happen if you feel like it, and of course constructive criticism is appreciated. However if you say something annoying or rude or...or just plain mean, then I will get my vampire friends to find you. You have been warned...XD