Title: Killing Loneliness
Title: Killing Loneliness
Pairings: ItaNaru Sasu?
Warnings: Let's see…we have yaoi and vampires and blood play oh my! Plus some probable OOCness…it just happens okay…oh and some swearing, yep definitely swearing. And cutting though it is very minimal.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto nor do I claim to own them. So please draw some more yaoi fanservice Kishimoto. That one SasuSai panel was not enough.
A/N:
Ruki: So this one came out of absolutely nowhere, but it gave me no choice but to write it so I could make room in my head to enable me to work on both Loyalties and Possession.
Shadows: Yeah the idea just appeared while I was doing yard work…in the desert…around noon…in August… How did I get an idea for a vampire fic while doing that?
Twi: Let's just say that you have a very active imagination…
Shadows: Yeah…that's it…
Ruki: Well anyways I present to you my new experiment in character development and vampire romp Killing Loneliness. Hope you enjoy.
Prologue
Alone
Your days you say they're way too long,
And your nights you can't sleep at all
And you're not sure what you're looking for
But you don't want to no more
Hold on, by Good Charlotte
There was but one truth in my world.
I was alone.
I was not alone, however, in the sense that there was no one around me. In fact, humans and vampires alike seemed to cluster about me. But all these people wanted were the superficial things I had – my power and rank as a vampire lord, the wealth I had accumulated, and of course the chance to occupy my bed. No, I was alone because there was no one beside me that I wanted to be there. No one who took the time to know who I really was. No one to give my heart to.
I clenched my coat tighter to my body in the cold December chill. It served no purpose though, since I was no longer affected by the elements. Even the sun did not affect me anymore. I walked the streets of the city that I had claimed as my territory, looking for a meal. It had been a weak since I fed last and my desire for blood was almost uncontrollable. Too bad I was also a picky eater.
As I turned a corner into a primarily residential section of the city, an overwhelming scent assaulted me. It called out to me and I followed it obediently like a dog to its master's call. It led me to a decrepit old house tucked away from the rest of the neighborhood. And outside that house stood a blonde, hands fumbling in the cold chill while trying to get the door to the house unlocked. To say this blonde male was beautiful would be an understatement of the worst kind. Messy blonde spikes that would be perfect to run fingers through, sun-kissed skin though there hadn't been sun for weeks, a fit lean build evident through the baggy clothing he wore, whisker-like scars adorning his cheeks, and, most striking of all, crystal-blue eyes as clear as the sky and as fathomless as the ocean. He was, at the same time, a sex god and the epitome of innocence. And my body craved for his blood.
I watched as the blonde succeeded in entering his home but not before he stopped to look around nervously. That caught my attention because I was too far away from him to have sensed me even if he happened to be one of those ultra sensitive humans. I did not have to fear curiosity killing me like the cat in the old saying for I was already dead, and so I let it get the better of me. I walked over to the house and looked through one of the damaged windows that were now lit up from the artificial light inside.
I found myself looking through the fractured glass at what was most likely the blonde's bedroom. Inside was a bed with a cracked wooden headboard and a sagging mattress, a small dresser with missing drawers, a battered desk with its equally battered chair, and of course the blond beauty. He had already taken off his large coat and was now taking off the baggy long-sleeved shirt he wore, revealing an expanse of golden skin that covered fit, lean muscle. Then I noticed a dark purple mar stretched over his left side. A bruise that was no more than a few days old and spoken of hidden heavy damage.
As the blonde threw his shirt on the ground I noticed bandages wrapped around his arms. He walked over to the bathroom connected to his bedroom unwrapping the bandages as he went. I could see him in the bathroom from the window, as he had not closed the door for there was no door hanging on the empty hinges to close. I watched as he reached into the medicine cabinet taking out a small, thin piece of metal. I saw him drag the metal over his arm and then I smelt that oh-so-familiar scent.
Blood.
He was cutting himself.
It took me only an instant to enter the blonde's house and another to find myself at his side, my hands stopping his wrists from moving. Those crystal blue eyes looked at me in shock and fear, his body shuddering. I took the razor out of his grasp and put my attention on his self-inflicted wounds. I brought the injured arm close to my face, my fangs lengthening in reaction to the blood dripping from it.
"Now why would you waste something so precious as your blood?" I looked into his eyes briefly before latching on to his wound with my mouth.
I had never tasted blood so exquisite. Its richness overwhelmed my senses. It was so warm as it slid down my throat that I felt my icy body heat up. I drank until I felt him lean on me, no longer able to stay conscious. I ran my tongue over the wound, sealing it while stealing the last few drops of blood I could.
I moved my face to look at the blond slumped against me. Now that I was closer I noticed how tired and sad his face looked, as if it had only seen the evils of the world and none of the good. It intrigued me but so did the content smile on his lips. Why was he so content after I had drank his blood when he had looked at me with those eyes full of shock and fear? Most humans would have a grimace or a mouth half-opened in a silent scream because they were being 'attacked' by a 'monster' such as I.
I slipped an arm under his knees while the other supported his back, and carried him to his poor excuse for a bed. I laid him down gently and looked for something to cover him. All I found was a thin, holey blanket. Sneering at the rag, I shrugged off my coat knowing it would serve better purpose as a blanket for the blonde than trying to keep me, of all things, warm. I draped the oversized, thick coat over his thin frame. As I turned to leave I felt a tug on my shirt. The blonde had unconsciously grabbed my shirt in his sleep and I saw his brows furrow in a strange way. I started to unclasp his hand from my shirt when I heard him speak.
"Don't…leave me…alone…"
I hesitated at those words before I finished unclasping his hands. I rushed out of the blonde's house toward my own home. I needed to get away from the blonde. After all, he was just a meal…wasn't he?
K.I.L.L.I.N.G.L.O.N.E.L.I.N.E.S.S.P.R.O.L.O.G.U.E.-E.N.D.-
A/N:
Shadows: So this chapter is kinda short but that's because it's a prologue. The following chapters will be longer I promise.
Twi: We're sorry if we offended anyone with the cutting but it is sorta necessary to the plot. By the way for the readers of my other stories would you rather have a new chapter of Loyalties first or Possession? Leave your answer in your review.
Ruki: Please keep in mind that all my fics aren't going to be updated fast due to school starting again and I'm kinda in a slump right now. Also if you look on my profile you should see that the next chapter of Possession is more written than the next chapter of Loyalties. However chapter 5 of Possession is turning into an epic length and I may end up splitting it into two to bring you the next chapter faster.
Shadows: Well that's all for now people! Read and review!!