Heartlines
The starting point of all achievement is desire.
- Napoleon Hill
Prologue
It was a cold night on January 12 when he found her.
It was 2 am, and he was pretty sure one such as her shouldn't have been out that late. Especially in the current weather. Snow was pouring down endlessly, and still, she huddled in a corner of an alley, clutching onto a necklace around her neck. Her rare pink hair framed her face gently.
He thought about approaching her, but instantly stopped himself when he took a slight step forward. He was aware of what she was and he still thought against reason of going near her. She would definitely end his "life" if he got any closer, if he accidentally caught his attention.
She was a slayer; he was a vampire. They were never meant to interact unless it meant the outcome would be the death of one of them. The thought of that brought a cold, unfeeling smirk to his lips. He hadn't eaten in so long. Maybe he could sneak up and surprise her?
One slayer had never been a problem for him, after all.
With that thought in mind, he soundlessly headed around one of the buildings on the other side of the alley. He climbed down one of the walls until he had a clear view of her unprotected back.
This was too easy.
Being this close to her allowed him the pleasure of being able to smell her blood. It made him feel even more ravenous as he took in her scent. He felt the distinct pain of his sharp fangs sliding out and puncturing painfully into his bottom lip in an act of extreme hunger.
He felt a bitter laugh emitting silently; he could taste her blood already.
With eyes flashing red, he leapt.
...
And then, the familiar pain of being thrown back into the wall. He growled deep in his throat, and licked the slight trickle of blood that had emitted from his mouth, cringing slightly from the taste.
The female slayer slowly approached him, and leaned down to look him in the eyes. It was then that he noticed the necklace that she wore; a silver cross that seemed to sneer at him as it dangled in front of his face. It wasn't touching him, and yet, he could still feel the repel it gave off.
He looked into the slayer's green eyes as she smiled at him cruelly. He glared back.
Oh God.
She's going to kill me.
She's going to kill me.
"Nice try, vampire," she says simply, holding up her weapon. A silver short-sword with another cross embedded in the hilt. He stared at it, slight fear coursing through him. "But, you can't beat me,"
He wanted to move. But, he couldn't.
It was the cross. That cross kept him in place, kept him from moving. He'd heard of many vampires who perished this way, but never figured it would happen to him. He had always called them weak. But now, he sees the truth; the actual reason why those vampires hadn't run.
And the thought...
...was hilarious.
He laughed a dark laugh. "Well, slayer, let's see if you have guts," he says as she places her weapon near his neck. He smirks up at her, hatred moving him. "Kill me,"
She smirks back. "My pleasure,"
And without hesitation, she slits his throat.
Author's Note: Well, there you have it! This is the prologue to probably what will be an incredibly long fic. Recently, I've taken a real liking to Sasuke/Sakura, so I decided to try my hand at a multi-chap fic with them as the main characters. :) Hope you liked this prologue!
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