Hello people! I would like to thank for you guys for reading, reviewing, and putting my story under alerts and your favorites. I really do appreciate it! So I hope that you guys would like chapter 3 so enjoy!
*Now we're gonna take it from Madara side of story.
Oh and I would like to thank Mistress Akasha for the advice:]
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Vampire's touch
Chapter 3:
Madara woke from a dreamless sleep. His room was dark and relaxing, with the window open wide, filling the scent from outside to his nose.
With a sigh, he got up from his bed and looked out of the window. The night was dark, no moon displayed it's promising light, but the street lights shined on every corner of Konoha.
He had nothing planned out for tonight. Maybe just hangout with the others for the night.
After getting dress and cleaned, Madara calmly walked down the stair case to see Sasori and Deidara arguing.
With a glance towards the vampire's way, the two clamped their mouths shut and sat there quietly on the couch. Madara smirked and went on about the mansion.
He made his way to the kitchen to find Konan and Pein talking with serious expressions across their faces. Ignoring their conversation he pulled out a pitcher of blood and a glass, pouring himself a glass of the red liquid.
The rich taste filled his mouth, it wasn't the type of blood to go completely crazy over [mainly because it was cold and not warm like usual], but it was satisfying.
Konan rolled her eyes "Pein, we'll finish this later." She stormed out of the kitchen, leaving a stressed Pein and a careless Madara.
"What's up with that?" Madara took a drink from his glass. Pein smirked and shrugged. "Girl problems."
"Ah." The one eyed vampire sighed. "I don't get how you can put up with that. Its so…. Annoying." Madara wasn't the one neither for patience nor for putting up with girl problems. But he would have to admit that he only thought of girls to have little fits, because Konan used to watch chick flicks that had girls always flipping over the littlest things. So he never really talked to girls……before he killed them, at the least.
Pein chuckled at Madara's comment. "It may be at sometimes. But when you find your true mate it would seem that their always will always be problems. Oh well I guess."
After a couple of glasses of blood Madara had no more of an appetite.
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Deidara, Sasori, Zestu, and Kisame left to go hunting, leaving the others to relax at their home.
Madara was lounging on the couch that rested in the living room, alone. His thoughts were skipping from the faces of girls he murdered to the pink haired girl. Pathetic. Why is there a hesitation on killing this pink haired human? Human. Humans shouldn't be this hard to kill!
Why didn't he kill her already? Why was he so fond of her? Was it because of her blood? Yes. Was it because of her scent? Yes.
One side of him wanted to rip open her throat and devour her of all her blood, but the other side told him to savor her and wait for the right time.
"FUCK OFF!!" Hidan marched into the quite atmosphere, totally destroying the meaning of quietness.
Madara lazily opened his eye, to see Hidan drenched in blood and the look in his eyes to make him want to kill. "I'll get the fucking body out when I'm done with her!"
Kakuzu stormed behind him, obviously pissed. "You never do! Plus; you ruin your whole room with all of her blood! Imagine how much that would cost!"
The black haired vampire sighed as he sat up to watch the performing fight.
It was pretty obvious on what the two were arguing about. It happens once a week. Hidan finds a girl at a bar, takes her home for some "fun", he has his fun and kills her and feeds and leaves the body to rot.
It was always annoying to everyone. Every time you walk pass his room you could easily grasp the scent of a rotting girl. EW. Rotted blood and flesh was not a vampire's lifestyle, but maybe a werewolf's.
Hidan was only wearing his boxers, fighting with the money crazed vampire. "Again, Kakuzu, FUCK OFF!"
"Fuck you!" Kakuzu retorted. "No one is going to want to smell rotting flesh and old blood!"
Madara let out a heavy sigh, getting Hidan's and Kakuzu's attention. The two fighting vampires glared at Madara. But they knew to show respect is they wanted to live under his roof.
Yes, Madara is your rich vampire. The mansion that all of the vampires lived under, was in fact a mini sanctuary for vampires. But Madara was in charge of this one. [There are scattered vampire nests across Konoha]
The one eyes vampire looked at them with a stern look plastered across his face. "Hidan get the body out of your room. NOW. Kakuzu you watch him, and if Hidan doesn't get rid of the body I'll be sue to take care of that."
"Urgh!" Hidan stormed out of the room like a teenage girl who's not getting to go to a party, with Kakuzu following close behind.
Madara got up from the couch and looked out of the window, to spy on the streets that rested below the mansion.
He couldn't help himself but to think what was that pink haired girl was doing. Sakura. The name echoed in his mind. The name suited her. Her bright pink hair and her green eyes, it suited her perfectly.
Maybe Madara should come visit her tonight. No. He knocked her out last night because she knew he was playing illusions on her. He was so close to biting her. All he wanted to do was to study her lifestyle and see who she really was behind those green eyes.
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"Hey Madara," came Konan's taunting voice form behind. Oh shit. "You seem to really like that Sakura girl, don't you?
Konan was a gifted vampire. She had the power to read other's thoughts, from human to vampire to werewolves. Madara didn't sense her; he didn't have a chance to shield his thoughts.
"What's it to you." He rotated his body to Konan's.
She looked like she was about to seduce some one, with her teasing smirk to her playful eyes. "Oh Madara, you need to admit that I'm right. She's probably your soul mate."
"What makes you think that?" Madara anger was rising within him, showing through his narrowed eyes.
"Well, for starters, you never let a girl live, especially when she's been alone with you." She emphasized the last word, making him sound like a complete murderer. Even though he was….
"So." Madara stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I was going to save her. She smells too good to just drain in seconds."
"Point taken. But still, I've seen how you treat your pray." Konan studied her fingernail like claws. "I guess this Sakura has a first class ticket to her death."
"Shut up." His voice spoke, anger and annoyance dripping from his words.
Konan's smirk remained as she shook her head. "Oh, Madara."
Madara's glared melted into her feminine eyes, wiping her smirk off pale white face. "Suite yourself. Demo you're gonna have to find a mate sooner or later, rather you like it or not."
Then she left the room. Leaving a frustrated Madara alone with his thoughts. He felt like punching something, draining all of his annoying thoughts of the pink haired human out of his mind. Why was she in his mind? Why did she crash into his chest? Her damn scent was so irresistible.
He had to kill something….NOW.
Madara flipped his cell phone open, dialing Sasori's number.
"Moshi moshi?" Sasori's voice answered.
"Hey, it's Madara. Where are you guys at?" he asked.
"…." There was a long silence through the lines. But he could here club music that female dancers would dance to.
"Sasori?"
"We'll meet you outside of Kiki's." Sasori snapped the phone shut.
Madara snapped his phone shut too, getting his jacket and walking out of the door.
The streets were crowded like usual, filled with the same old people you see every other night. He could hear their heart beats from a distance, making it hard to ignore. The smell of every human's scent was distracting to the raven haired vampire.
After walking a few blocks, Madara reached the front entrance of Kiki's. It wasn't crowded, but it looked like it because the parking lot next to it was full.
Sasori and the others were standing in a semicircle out side the metal door, smoking [cigarettes].
Yes. Old habits die hard. Some vampires smoke because it causes no damage to their lungs….mainly because they're already dead. Am I right?
"Hey." Sasori took a hit off a cigarette as he greeted his friend, getting a grunt in a reply.
Deidara was eyeing a girl across the street, smoking a joint with her friends as the others [Kisame and Zestu] talked amongst themselves. Sasori offered Madara a hit, but the raven haired vampire declined.
Madara wasn't the one for smoking, but mainly for killing. Some vampires thought he was on the verge to go insane and go all frenzy. But no, that's just him, a killing machine.
Sasori could easily tell that Madara was frustrated and just knew what he needed. "What's up with you?"
Right to the point, Madara knew Sasori could sense his aura. "Konan and her annoying lecture of mates."
"Ah." Sasori took another hit, then flicking the burning cigarette into the streets. "Well forget her; it's probably her time of the month."
That was an inside joke that always made Madara smirk. They would make fun of her because that's how she was attracted to an insane vampire [LMAO!]. So she's haunted for that by the others.
Sasori looked at Madara then turned to his closest friend. "Hey are you gonna get her?"
The blonde vampire didn't look away, "I don't know…."
With another glance, Sasori stared emotionlessly as Kisame and Zestu. "You guys can do whatever you want, us three are gonna get the three across the street."
They both grunts and began to walk away, then Kisame opened his mouth. "Zestu, dude, we should go back to that strip club!"
Zestu rolled his eyes, remaining silent as the blue vampire went on [he doesn't have the plant thingy…I don't know if I said that earlier…].
The three vampires studied the three girls across the street.
One had shoulder length black hairs with pink streaks on each side, her eye shadow made her green irises to look more noticeable, and all she was wearing was a black hoodie and jeans [with shoes of course].
Another girl stood on the other end of the trio. She had chocolate brown hair tied up in a pony. She wore a black skirt with a zip up jacket. Her bangs looked like it devoured her eyes, but every time she neared light; you could see hints of blue within her eyes.
The one in the middle, the one Deidara had his eye on, she was the one holding the joint. She also had black hair but only with on teal streak that ran through her side bang. She wore a pair of ripped up skinny jeans with a baggy black hoodie and converse.
There were only three things that these three vampires knew. [1] They were high, [2] their style is emo, [3] their blood was pumping rapidly through each of their veins.
Before the two had known it, the blonde haired vampire was already walking across the dark street. So the two followed him.
"Shikira, they're coming over here." The brunette girl whispered to the one in the center of their little trio.
"Ignore them." She whispered back.
Moments after, the three vampires were standing a foot away from them, eyeing them hungrily.
"Hello." Deidara spoke in a comforting voice, making the three girl's bodies relax a bit.
"Hey." Said the black headed girl, known as Shikira.
Deidara gave her an innocent smile, "Care to share?"
"Shikira..." The brunette girl was trying to but her into her senses. Her glare was stern.
Shikira [the girl holding the joint] looked at her, "Chill, Rikku. They don't seem bad."
Sasori chuckled when she said that, wrapping an arm around the brunette. "Yeah; Rikku. We're nice guys just looking for some talk."
Rikku jumped under the red head's grasp. The look on her face was pure shock; you could easily read the question that was going through her mind: How did he get over here? He's so fast!
By the looks of the situation Madara was going to get the black haired girl with pink streaks. How ironic, pink streaks, isn't that just great.
"Yeah? What do you want to talk about?" Shikira asked with annoyed eyes studying the red headed vampire.
Rikku's body was completely tensed up, she was scared.
Deidara looked at Shikira. "I don't know…Why won't you show us your place?" he hypnotized her with his gaze, making her totally distracted my Deidara's appearance and scent.
"Sure…" she looked like she was drugged, but her beauty was still showing.
"What!" Rikku squirmed under Sasori's grasp, trying to brake free but fail under his inhuman strength.
The girl to the right of them had not spoken at all. She seemed carless of whatever happened. She eyed the two that were standing across from them, and then moving her eyes to the redhead who had his arm wrapped around Rikku's shoulders as she struggled to brake free.
"Rikku. Again, chill." Shikira didn't look away from Deidara's eyes.
"Shikira! Come on! We don't even know these guys" the brunette was cut off by Sasori's lips claiming her's.
"Mm!" she was trying to brake free, but his lips remained unmoved from her's. With a gasp, Rikku's mouth opened a little, giving the redhead access to slip in his tongue.
Madara watched as the two kissed, and then the smell of blood filled the atmosphere around them. Leading to the crimson line that leaked out of brunette's mouth. She moaned into the kiss, as he broke away.
Deidara smirked. "So how about it? Your place?"
Shikira stood still, her face blank. "Follow me."
Then coughing came. "Fuck off!" Rikku pushed her palms against Sasori's chest, once again trying to brake free. "Urgh, get away from me!"
Madara looked at the loner by Shikira. "What's your name?"
"Jahiro." She looked into his eyes, innocently. Her eyes were a bright green, almost making them look neon. "Yours?"
"Madara." He stuffed his hands into his pockets.
Jahiro didn't seem phased by Rikku's tantrum. I guess she's used to this.
"Oh why be like that?" Sasori tighten his grip around her neck and shoulders. "I'm not gonna bite."
The brunette glared at him, smearing the blood with her hand.
Shikira was walked with Deidara towards her apartment, with the others close behind.
After at least fifteen minutes had passed, the girls had already led the vampires into Shikira's apartment.
Shikira led Deidara to her bed room, while Sasori attempt to carry Rikku to the center of the living room.
Madara and Jahiro calmly walked in, watching Sasori pin Rikku to the ground.
The raven haired vampire looked at Jahiro in the eyes, making her tense up a little. His eyes glowed a blood red as he walked closer towards.
"AH! Get off! Get off! Urgh that hurts!" came Rikku's cries from the floor.
Jahiro's eyes lit up, braking away from Madara's hypnotizing stage. She was about to push Sasori off of her, but was unsuccessful by Madara pinning her to a wall.
She grunted lightly under his grasp. Her wrists her pinned above her head, as he glared at her with those creepy eyes of his.
"Oh Deidara!" a loud moan escaped from Shikira's bedroom.
Rikku was whimpering in pain as Sasori took his switchblade out of his pocket. "Shh."
As for Madara, he had no trouble of keeping Jahiro calm. Her eye locked with his, instantly making her calm.
He leaned his face in, rest his mouth on her neck. He could feel her pulse, quickly beating, urging him to bite her now.
The sickening sound of ripping flesh and splattering blood, made Jahiro freeze. "R-Rikku?"
Sasori gave them an evil grin as he sucked on the fresh wound that caused the death of the brunette. The girl under the one eyed vampire watched the redhead suck the cut that was made above her left breast.
Tears leaked from her eyes. "Make it quick."
Madara smirked darkly; well at least she's not going to put up a fight.
He took a knife out of his jacket pocket. He wasn't going to make it quick! He was going to make her suffer and let her die in her pool of blood.
"AH!" she yelped in pain as Madara stabbed her left lung, harshly going through her rib cage. The sickening sound of the blade piercing her flesh and muscle was disturbing, but not for this vampire. This vampire was pleased with the blood drenching his two cold hands; he was please to see that pain written across this girl's face.
Careless for your life will always get you the most painful death….Or that's how Madara was taught.
He took out all of his anger and frustration to kill this careless girl. At least she wouldn't be so careless in the afterlife.
After stabbing the helpless girl multiple times, Madara buried his fangs into the dead body, draining every ounce of blood in her body.
Sasori got off of the now dead brunette's body, walking over to Madara's feasting site.
"Who anger you?" the sight of the redhead with blood trickling from the cracks of his mouth was quite frightening. With his chocolate brown eyes in the form of beast like manner, to his exposing fangs, to his murderous smirk that he always used on his prey.
Pulling away, Madara looked up at Sasori [he was on the ground] with his crimson eyes. "Why do you ask?"
"You usually don't go for the gore." Sasori pointed a finger at the girl's throat, showing that Madara ripped it out; showing all muscle and almost the jawbone. "You just bite and cause pain like that."
The blood drenched vampire stood up, glaring at Sasori. "Konan thinks she knows everything." Madara admitted.
"Ah." Sasori wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve. "But she's correct; you're a hundred year old vampire, your eventually going to have to find a mate."
His teeth gritted together, Madara was getting tired of hearing this over and over again. "Shut up."
"You're gonna keep hearing it. It happens to all of us. It's the council'-
-SHUT UP!" Madara yelled, breaking the calming voice of the redhead's.
With a sigh, Sasori rolled his eyes; he wasn't going to attempt of getting this through Madara's head.
Before he could say another word, Madara stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind loudly.
Deidara opened the door to Shikira's bedroom, buttoning his shirt up. "What's with the yelling?"
Sasori looked up to him then smirked. "Nothing, Madara being stubborn as usual."
"Oh." Deidara wiped the female's blood with his hand.
"You have blood in your hair…" Sasori licked the blonde's locks, getting a taste of the girl's blood.
"Thanks." Deidara smiled.
Vampires sure are weird beings, but deadly predators:]
Madara jumped from rooftop to another. It always felt so refreshing to him.
The night air was thick and warm against Madara's skin, making him feel like he was out in the sun like he was when he was human.
He kept walking until he got to their nest, to his mansion.
He felt sticky with all the dry blood caked onto his smooth skin.
Opening the door to the living room, no one was there. The place was really quiet, just the way he liked it.
Madara took his time getting to the hallway bathroom, locking the door and to look at his reflection in the mirror. He truly looked like a monster, with blood caked on one side of his face and his eyes look like demon eyes.
With disgust, Madara turned away and turned on the shower. He stripped all of his clothes, letting the hot water wash away the thick red substance.
After when the raven haired vampire was squeaky clean [hehe], he walked to his room with only a towel wrapped tightly around his waist.
He sniffed the air. What the hell? The sweet scent was familiar but it also had that bloody goodness scent combined with it. That was when he heard little whimpers from his closest.
He slowly walked over towards it, studying the scent and the sound that filled the atmosphere around him. He rested his cold hands on the metal that connected to the wooden door.
Abruptly, Madara swung the doors open to see the pink haired girl curled up in a ball, roped tied tightly around her tanned wrists. She had a gag in her mouth, muffling every cry she let out. Madara kneeled down to study her appearance. There was deep red line that rest on her shoulder. It looked like it recently stopped bleeding.
Anger filled Madara's face, "Damn you Konan!"
Well there's your chapter! I do hope your enjoyed it!
But I didn't think it would be a long ass chapter though!!! Well you better like it! Loll
Please review and stay tune for the next chapter, to see what'll happen to Sakura. I mean she IS in the vampire's sanctuary.
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Gaara-Funk-Girl452