This is chapter 2! I hope you enjoy it. The ideas were flowing like the Nile for this chapter.
WARNINGS: There is cutting in this chapter, along with some vampiric stalking. This fic is not rated M for nothing.
DISCLAIMER: I only own this plot. Everything else is copywrited to the respective owners.
A/N: I've never written anything that involved cutting, so please have mercy if this attempt sucks.
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Stretching, Miyaka stood from the bed that Father Sarutobi had provided for her, and slipped on some of her clothes that she had brought with her. Dressed in pure black, the color blended in with her black hair perfectly.
She drew out her make up kit, was all black, she outlined her eyes in black eyeliner, and covered her eyelids with black mascara. Then she pulled out pure black lipstick, and coated it onto her lips as she always did.
Then, she drew out her last necessity of the morning. A small pocket knife.
Pulling off her high glove on her left arm, she gently pressed the blade against her wrist. It pricked her gently, informing her it was still sharp. She walked over to the bathroom, where she locked the door and turned on the water.
Then, slowly, she pressed the blade to her skin again. In a quick, decisive movement, she pulled it across her wrist, creating a gentle flow of crimson liquid to escape. She turned her wrist down, so the blood would drip into the sink and disappear down the drain.
She watched it with intrigued eyes, though she had done this many times before. It never grew boring. Then, she pulled her wrist up to her lips, the blood rolling down the side, and sucked on the wound gently. She loved the taste of her blood; it was as sweet as honey. Once she was finished, she licked the wound and pulled back. She picked up her black glove and replaced it, then washed her knife blade off. She checked the counter and the sink, then her chin, to ensure that no one would know about what she had done. What she did to release her fears and emotions. Then they would tell her to get some help. She didn't need help. So she cut her wrists? Whoop-Dee-Doo. She did it all the time. Besides, she wasn't suicidal. She just cut. It was the blood she wanted, not death.
She walked back to her room, and packed up her dress, heels, and veil. Then she pulled on her black knee-high, flat boots, and proceeded to leave the church.
It wasn't quite dawn. The twilight was setting in, so daylight wasn't far off. Light wouldn't have existed if it wasn't for the streetlights, which Miyaka cursed as she walked down the street. She preferred the darkness of night to the light of day. Night made her feel more secure, though she wasn't sure as to why that was so. It just was.
Only once she was away from the building, did she pull the only thing she had that wasn't black out of her bag.
It was a necklace, with a white cross eighteen beads below a Star of David, then had fifty-eight more beads on either side of that that met behind her neck via a clasp. The piece contained one hundred thirty-four beads, plus the two pendents. It had been her mother's, and was all she had left of the woman.
Mom... I wish you were here... she thought, putting on the necklace and continuing home.
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Sasuke sat up when he scented blood, but wasn't sure where it was. He just knew it was there. It smelled sweet, like honey and lavender. He was prepared to hunt down whoever it was that the blood belonged to so he could taste it. He had one hour before daybreak. Perhaps he could get it before then.
He leapt from his bed, and rushed down the stairs, when on the landing he caught the scent again, stronger. He looked down, and saw the girl from before, only know she was in normal clothing, if you could call it that. She was dressed in a black jacket over a black tube top, black slacks, and black flat boots. She was wearing black lipstick, black eye shadow, black eyeliner, black everything. And he now saw that her hair was black; pure black. The only color she had was her alabaster skin and her emerald eyes. And her dark aura seemed to have increased slightly from the night before.
What the? This is odd, he deciphered, the scent coming from the girl below him, who was now exiting the church. She has an aura like a vampire, yet she's completely human. What the hell?
He followed her out, trailed behind her. She pulled out a prayer necklace, and put it on, then continued. He followed her to a very nice house, at least half a century old. Then he noticed. Twilight was almost over, and the dawn would be coming soon. With much reluctance, he returned to the church that he made home.
Over the next few weeks, he paid closer attention to the evening masses. He could always pick out the girl easily. Both her scent and her aura were different from the others in the room.
After every mass she spoke privately with the head priest, and then left alone. Sasuke finally decided to make himself known to her.
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Three weeks after the funeral, Miyaka found herself walking up to the doors of the Konoha Catholic Church. It was just after five in the evening; the sun had set, and darkness was setting in.
She paused before the doors, and looked down at her gloved left wrist. Should I talk to him about this? Father Sarutobi said I could tell him about anything and he would not hold anything against me... but-NO. I need to talk to someone about this, and Father Sarutobi has been my pastor since I was a little girl. I can do this. With determination, she shoved open the door.
"Father? Father? Father Sarutobi?" Miyaka called into the emptiness.
"If you're looking for the priest, he's not here," a voice behind her stated.
She spun and came face to face with a young man, perhaps her age, dressed in black clothes; black wife beater, black pants and a black dog collar around his neck. His hair was raven black, and had a blue sheen to it. And his eyes were obsidian. She took a nervous step back.
"He had a family emergency. His grandson got hurt."
"Do you know when he'll be back?" she replied, regaining her composure quickly. "I need to talk to him."
"No clue," the boy replied, then extended his hand. "Sasuke Uchiha."
Miyaka looked from the hand to Sasuke, and nervously touched the necklace around her neck.
Sasuke frowned at the cross that her fingers brushed for reassurance. "Is something wrong? Do I seem threatening?"
She glared, and took his hand. "Miyaka Hayashi."
Sasuke raised his eyebrow. Does she not know the Vampire of the Church story? She didn't seem to react because of that. It was more of just a stranger nervousness.
"So what are you doing here?" she snapped. "I don't believe I've seen you before."
"I live here."
"Oh? Then I would have seen you."
"I don't like people that much," Sasuke replied in a monotone voice.
"Is that so?" Miyaka raised an eyebrow.
"Yes. I stay in my room most of the time. Instead of coming here for mass, I stay on one of the landings."
"Hn. Whatever. I'm just come to see Father Sarutobi tomorrow." She began to turn, but Sasuke just tightened his grip. The scent of fresh blood was in the air, and he looked down at her left wrist.
"Tell me, Miss. Hayashi. Are you familiar with the story of the Vampire in the Church?"
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You: OH CRAP!! Is he gonna bite her?! WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN?! Why does she cut? How does Sasuke keep his thirst at bay?! Why the hell is Sasuke living in the church if he's a vampire?!?!?!
Me: All will be revealed soon. Just let me think.
You: BUT I WANT TO KNOW NOW-
Me: I SAID LET ME THINK!!!
You: *sits nervously.*
Me: Thank you. *Takes deep breath*
A/N: Please R&R. I need all the comments I can get.