Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto's characters… but I do own the setting and all the other characters in this Fanfic. This was originally a story I wrote with MY ORIGANAL characters, but I don't know how I'm going to finish it, so I'm finishing it on as a Naruto fan fiction.
Couple: GaaNaru (with hints of GaaNeji from the past)
Summary: Gaara was 17 when he was turned into a vampire by his older vampire lover, Neji. Now, in the present, his body is still 17 and he is forced to live alone among humans. What will happen when a cute little blond human boy moves in next door?
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A Twisted Love Story
I love. I hate. I feel. I am said to be heartless. I... am a vampire...
"Neji... I want to be with you for all eternity..." I can feel him chuckling, I am sitting on his lap.
He kisses my cheek so swiftly I almost didn't see him lean down, "Are you sure?" He sighs against my cheek, his breath is cold just like his skin.
"Of course!" I turn on his lap so I am facing him, and I stare at his almost inhuman beauty. His cold pale skin stands out against his waist length jet black hair, the few strands of hair falling out of his ponytail framing his thin face perfectly. His blank, creamy eyes lock onto mine and his thin mouth curves into a light smile as he catches me staring at him, yet again, "If there was a way, I would be yours... forever..." I lean up to his face and kiss his cold, yet soft cheek.
He suddenly moves his head and catches my lips, passionately kissing me. He breaks the kiss, but keeps his mouth close to mine, "If you are sure..." he mutters, then he trails light kisses down my throat, I sigh, this feels so wonderful. Then I feel two thin daggers pierce the soft flesh of my throat where he is kissing me, a gasp escapes me and I try to rip away from him.
"Ahh...! Neji! What are you doing to me?" I gasp, struggling to get away. It feels like my very life is being drained away through the two tiny holes where he bit me.
I more feel than hear his next statement, "But Gaara, you said you would be mine for eternity... and so you shall!" He quickly stood up and pinned my thin, yet strong, seventeen year old body easily against the nearest wall, small tears escape my bright green eyes.
Why is he doing this to me... I thought he loved me... I thought as my life began to slip away, He is going to kill me... Then the eternal darkness overtook me...
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I jolted awake, "Ugh! Why does he haunt my dreams!" I yelled angrily, I threw my pillow against the wall like a spoiled child throwing a fit. The force of my throwing it was to much for the pillow and it exploded in a flurry of feathers that seemed like a peaceful snowstorm as they fell to the ground, yet I was still upset. I walked over to my bathroom and started to brush my bright red hair, I had adopted the modern "emo" look as the teenagers called it. I had grown out my bangs and moved them to cover my right, clouded green eye and put black streaks throughout my hair. I brushed my seemingly perfect white teeth, and bent my head down to rinse off the toothbrush, when I looked up, I almost had a heart attack. There, staring at me through the glass of the mirror, was Neji's grinning face.
"Leave me alone!!" I yelled as I punched the mirror. The mirror shattered and the wall cracked, searing pain rushed through my arm and it felt like the little blood I had was flowing backwards. My knuckles started to bleed and I twitched, staring at the blood flowing out of the wound on my flawless, inhumanly pale skin, I got up and quickly bandaged my hand. I would heal the wound later, for now I desperately needed to feed. I walked over to the blackout curtains that blocked out all light into my apartment, pulling them open I stared at the beautiful full moon. Ah, what a night for hunting. I grabbed a black muscle shirt and slipped it on, I was already wearing a pair of dark jeans. On my way to the door I grabbed my favorite black trench coat off the back of a chair. Just in front of my door was a pair of black boots, I slipped those on to, completing my outfit.
As I quietly went out and shut the door to my apartment on the third floor, I heard my neighbors fighting loudly with each other. I heard the crash of a beer bottle hitting a wall... And they wonder why I never visit them... I stole out into the night, listening to the night life of the big city I lived in. I neither knew, nor cared what city this was, but it was home. Drunks stumbled about the alleyways, falling prey to murderers, thieves, and the many poor prostitutes. I smiled, this was the time for the creatures of the underworld, this was my time. My favorite game to play with my victims, is pretending to be one of these helpless drunks and "fall victim" to these people. I tried feeding off of Innocents for a time, well not on purpose, I didn't really care who I fed off of. After awhile I realized the killing of innocents caused my spirit and soul to fade, creating a heartless monster. I would never kill a drunk, they are Innocents, even though there minds are clouded by misery and eaten at by the alcohol they drown themselves in.
I hid a grin as I noticed a prostitute start showing off her leg to me. Apparently she noticed me leaning against a wall, what she didn't know is she had just noticed Death. I put on my drunken act and stumbled over to my prey.
"Care to spend the night with a beautiful creature of the night," she said, running her fingers down my chest. I scoffed inside my head, creature she was, beautiful she was not. She might have been beautiful, had she not plastered herself with makeup or if the cigarettes I could smell on her breath hadn't speeded up her aging process. I mumbled something out that not even I could understand and she smiled, "Your place or mine?" she asked.
"Yours," I said. I could see in her eyes that she thought I wanted her place because I was married and had to stop myself from laughing. Yes, eternally seventeen and married.
"Okay, come on love," she said, and I leaned on her as we walked for added effect. We walked for about a block before we came to a small home in a run down neighborhood. This seemed like the type of neighborhood where people turned up dead all the time. Good. We walked up to her house and she opened the door for me. Her home was small and a little bit dirty, but it didn't bother me much. Her room was up a small flight of stairs at the other side of her home, and it was obviously the fancier portion if the house. Her walls were red, with black curtains to keep out the light. The blankets on her bed looked satin red with a huge assortment of fancy satin pillows. I looked at all the black and red candles all over the place, I liked them.
She lead me toward the bed, but before we got there I shoved her against the wall and pinned her there. She smiled again, apparently this had happened before, "You're not really drunk, are you?" she asked.
"No," I answered, letting a small smile slip onto my face, "I've never been drunk in my life."
"That's hard to believe," she said, stroking my face. I pulled away, I am not a cat and was tiered of her stroking me. She pouted. I smiled, "You had better be paying me good for this..." she said as she leaned in to kiss me.
I covered her mouth with my hand, "Actually," I said, "I have no intention of paying you at all, or doing what you think I am here for. Oh, and I have a question."
She suddenly glared, not happy that I wasn't here as her little toy, "What?"
"How long have you been a woman?" I asked.
"Excuse me?" she seemed shocked.
"How long, have you been female?" I asked again, slower so she could comprehend my words.
"How... how could you tell...?"
"It isn't that hard to tell a male from a female, sex change or not. In other words, you're to horny to be female," I stated simply.
"Uh... almost a year..."
"To bad you got a sex change, cute males are so much better than cute females."
"What do you mean--" she was cut off when I swiftly bent my head down and dug my razor sharp canines into the warm soft flesh of her throat. I loved the warmth of my victims. As I drank from her I could feel her blood and her warmth rushing through my body. I embraced her, much like a small child would embrace a teddy bear when frightened, coaxing as much blood from her as possible through her slowing heart. Finally she went limp and I dropped her on her bed, then I went about her room, collecting all the candles, they would make a nice addition to my lonely apartment... just as long as I didn't throw them at anything. I searched her house and took just enough money to pay this months rent, I had to get the money somehow, and I sure as hell couldn't get a job. I looked at my watch, damn, it was only 1:30 and I was already bored.
I decided to go to a local dance club to get a drink. When I told the prostitute I had never been drunk in my life, I wasn't lying, though I drink alcohol all the time. The only thing it does for me, is taste good. Vampires are immune to the effects of alcohol, and obviously humans are not, I still had never been drunk when I was human though, I lived in a time before alcohol was invented. Lucky me.
I walked down the street on the way to the dance club, observing the area I lived in. To the humans, everything looked so evil in the dark, but to me it looked beautiful. The dark buildings loomed over you, but to me the just looked like additions to the starry sky above. The streetlamps, so sought out by those afraid of the night, cast an orange tint to everything. I would love to be able to paint something like this, but I knew I never could. I loved paintings and often snuck into the art museum to see them, I knew I could either steal or buy my own paintings, but I also knew I would wind up destroying them during one of my fits of rage.
I was so lost in my thoughts, I almost didn't notice when a boy bumped into me, but I did noticed his hand slip into my pocket and steal the money I had just gotten. He mumbled a quiet, quick apology and hurried on. I followed him silently, wondering why he needed the money so badly that he had felt the need to pickpocket a stranger. As I followed him, I observed the way the boy looked. He had blond hair about the same length as mine and had a small, almost girlish frame. That's all I could see of him even with my enhanced vampire eyes. He might be cute, but I couldn't see enough of him to make that decision yet. Surprisingly, I was lead back to my own apartment building while following the boy.
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End of Chapter 1! What did you think?
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