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I had to post this. There isn't much in it but after I finish 'Secret Love' this is the story I'm going to start. It's a sort of vamp fic, only with twists that I can't really say just now. It's under Naruto and Sasuke but this is Itachi's point of view and Sasuke and Naruto aren't in it. But the actual story will be Sasuke's. This is just to sort of introduce the thoughts and stuff that Sasuke will be similar to. I hope it's okay.

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Prologue

I feel very little of the excitement I show to her. She who clings to me wantonly as I lead her through my vast abode. Towards the bedroom, the darkness is devouring. She flirts with me and kisses my neck, swaying and tripping over her cherry shoes in the drunken stupor that holds her. I lift her off her feet - tired of the nonsense and growing thirstier from her quickened heartbeat.

She skirls - high pitched and euphoric - and I smirk silently into her soft, short hair, kneading my hands into her spread thighs, her crimson skirt gathered at her waist, as I manoeuvre us through the mansion. She squirms in delight, grasping harder and rubbing against me. Pathetic. I don't even pretend any longer. Why bother? She cannot escape me now.

We reach the bedroom and I toss her onto the blood red bed. The satin sheets bounce with her and I strip off my amber dress shirt. I watch her confusion with apathy as it builds. Why my attitude change? An I displeased with her? I smirk deviously. She has no idea.

My prey smiles again when I approach, sliding onto her and peeling her scarlet corset from her ripe, voluptuous form. She wiggles, giggles and pushes herself up to me. I force her down, my lips curling at her exposure.

I lower myself, kissing her rosy lips, tasting her fear. My prey watches me with sober caution; she has noticed. My lips pull back further but she had no time to scream before I pierce her, sinking into her soft ruddy flesh.

She is dirty blood. Squirming beneath me as I milk her body of it's natural liquid. Screaming whispers and pleading soundlessly for mercy. Slowly, I pull back to study her; she lies light and feeble on the sheets - her face ashen, her fingers white. She sobs - in pain - in surrender. She shakes and cries, her faded pink lips quivering.

I finish my feed. She looks sweeter in sleep. She is pale perfection. Only two swollen spots spoil her flawless neck, tender to the touch. Her cream texture cold and smooth. I fasten her corset. I do not mourn for her - my prey. I feel no remorse for her death. I drank to quench my undying need. Survival. She offered herself to me - begging - and I took all I wanted. I took my sustenance. The world's natural circle of life. I am the predator. She was my prey.

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Well. I hope it's liked. I know it's short but I just had to put it up and was so totally inspired that I just couldn't hold out any more. Sorry that Naruto and Sasuke aren't actually in it, but the story will be about them, with a little about Itachi as well. This is sort of the prologue. Yeah. It's the prologue. The first chapter will be this so yeah. As of now it is not going to be started though. Since I won't start a story until I've finished the one I'm on. It's a rule for me.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed. Please let me know what you think of it!

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