Not that I got enough reviews for this but… I finished chapter 10! But if you want 11, damnit, you better review! Or I'll… cry! And, and not write! Yeah, that's it!

I had trouble with this chapter, mostly cuz I suck at writing anyone fighting. Yeah, so the fight is short. Like very. You'll deal. Hopefully…

Disclaimer: still not mine.

I love Yukio, but sometimes a part of me just wants to throttle him. I'm never sure which side wins out.

I think this chapter might have more swearing than previous ones. Sasuke's not in his happy place, and he has a bit of a temper. Not my fault, he did it all on his own.

And I googled what you call someone who got sired, cuz I knew the word sire… If I used it wrong or something or whatever, feel free to tell me. Seriously, I don't know any better.

CHAPTER TEN: Family

I left Kyo alone with the painful epiphany Yukio forced me to bring him. He could have had a little longer, a few days at least. My childe, Yukio called Kyo, just as he sometimes referred to me as his childe. At first I thought he said it to tease me, that it was just one of those things Yukio did because it bothered me. I guess I was wrong.

"Sasuke!" Yukio's voice rang cheerfully through the entrance hall of the large, long abandoned house we lived in with the rest of his childer. He sired everyone there, so he held the same power over them as he did me. "I knew you could do it. Just wait, someday it won't bother you any more, and then you can be happy. Like me." He grinned broadly, as if to prove his point.

"Leave me alone." I passed by him and headed towards my room, the room he let me stay in. He let me. He gave it to me. More like lent it. It's my room, but only for so long as I please him. Of course, if he gets too upset with me, I won't need a room. I saw him kill one of his childer just before he made me sire Kyo. A small blond girl, I guess, decided to fall in love, or some such shit, so he decided he should be her only love, and that she needed to die. No one I asked was really clear on what actually happened.

I stopped short to avoid hitting my face on Yukio's hand, flattened vertically in the air before me. "Not just yet, Sasuke-kun." I could hear his grin in his voice.

He took me by the hand and led me back the way I came, to what generally served as a room for Yukio to do whatever the hell he wants. I think it used to be the dining room. Everything about the room was dark. Black curtains blocked all light from the windows; dark brown wood felt cold against my bare feet as I walked in behind him; the lights stopped working long ago, so black and red candles supplied the room's only source of illumination or real color.

In the center of the room stood a tall, sturdy table made of the darkest wood I'd ever seen—I think the color was fake, but Yukio always insisted otherwise. On it sat a little girl in a bright yellow and white checkered dress. She swung her legs back and forth, alternating. When she saw Yukio, she hopped off the table and patted down her light brown hair, fixing the yellow ribbon that seemed only for decoration.

"Don't worry, Sasuke." Yukio patted me affectionately on the head until I slapped his hand away. "I don't want you to sire this one." He continued before I had a chance to feel relieved. "I want you to kill her."

"No!" I darted to the doorway, drawing a kunai, and held it defensively before me.

He only shook his head. "You know you can't win. Especially not like that, pretending to still be what you're not." He raised his hand, twitching his fingers to call me over. My legs moved on their own, carrying me to my sire. He lightly snatched the kunai from my weakened grasp. "Now. Obey."

I turned towards the little girl, who now sat huddle in the corner under the large table, rocking back and forth, crying. I hate when kids cry. It's so loud and annoying, like they think screeching will get them whatever they want. And if it's not, they somehow look so delicate and innocent that you can help but feel sorry for them, which just means they're better at faking you out. I admit, she honestly felt fear greater that she ever had before in her life, but that didn't mean I wanted her to cry.

"I won't force your body to do this Sasuke." Yukio's voice sounded from behind me, like frozen steel. "I'll make your mind do it, and that, my childe, is how you will become one of my clan." His footsteps seemed to echo eternally as he walked up to me. "I'll make you want to kill this girl."

"You can't."

"Can't I?" I heard his damned smirk even though I couldn't see his face. "Do you really want to test me? I know we'll both test you." He walked outside and closed the door. I heard the creaking on the other side as he locked me in. Did he mean to starve me?

The girl sniffled in the corner, trying to be invisible. "What's your name?" I asked, my voice as indifferent as I knew how to make it.

She looked up tentatively, as though checking for the boogie-man. "Chiyo." Rubbing her nose with a grubby little hand, she asked, "Are you going to kill me?"

"No, Chiyo." I sat down and leaned against the wall. "I'm hoping to avoid that." I closed my eyes and drifted into sleep.

I woke to Chiyo shaking me by the arm and shouting "Wake up! Wake up!" Once I opened my eyes, she moved back and pointed to the window. "There's someone out there fighting the bad guys!"

I stood, shaking my head to clear it of the last remnants of sleep. At the window, I carefully pulled aside the black curtains to peek out. I saw only a man's back as he fought the vampires; he had black hair in a long tail and wore all black as well. When he turned towards me, I had a brief instant to realize he wore a mask before he hurtled towards the window. Grabbing Chiyo I leapt away from the window. As soon as we landed, I put Chiyo down and drew a kunai, assuming a defensive stance.

The man held his weapon casually, and reached up to remove his mask. "So it is true." I knew both his face and his voice well. "You're a vampire now." Itachi let the mask fall to the ground and raised his sword. "You're already dead."

I felt my nails bite into my hands as they grew into claws and my eyes changed to red. Running my tongue along my elongated and sharpened canines, I waited for his move. "You can't kill what's dead, Itachi." I bared my teeth. "But I can kill you."

He didn't reply except to change his eyes to the Mangekyou and charge at me. I turned away from him and blocked to my right. His genjutsu only tricked my eyes. I could smell him, feel him, even when I saw an illusion. He released the genjutsu, realizing it was useless. "You're stronger than before."

"It's been a few years." I charged at Itachi, exactly as I had so many times before, and he deflected my attack just as easily as he always did. More so I think. Yukio always went on about how much stronger vampires were than shinobi, but I was still too weak to fight Itachi. Weak.

"But still not strong enough, little brother." He thrust his katana through my gut, sending blood everywhere. It covered his chest and stomach, leaked down mine. He pulled out a sharpened piece of wood. "These are supposed to kill you." He hefted the stake, thrust it towards my chest.

I snarled, grabbed his wrist, and hurled him away from me. He crashed through the wall and landed rolling on the ground. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I unsheathed his shining, blood-stained blade from my flesh and slowly advanced towards him. Today Itachi would finally die. Today I would kill him.

He stood shakily and lunged at me, mindlessly, desperately. Itachi was afraid; I smelled it. Fear. Itachi feared me. I stopped him with a strength like nothing I'd ever felt before. It reminded me a little of the curse seal; it was strong, and foreign, while still a part of me. I crushed his skull in my fist. I felt the strength race through my blood, burning.

I killed Itachi.

I… I killed Aniki.

"A… aniki…" I fell to my knees beside my brother's corpse. It smelled of blood and sweat. I reached out to touch his ruined face; it felt wet and sticky. When I pushed to hard, it make a sickly squelching sound. I sat over my brother. I killed him. I avenged my family. I finished killing them.

I felt Chiyo tug at my sleeve. "Are you okay?" I hadn't noticed her approach me.

"No." I turned to her and thirst practically punched me in the face. I always ate less than the others, both because I didn't want to kill and I simply wasn't as hungry. I never used my strength as a vampire, so I required less blood. "He was my brother." I turned back, trying desperately to ignore her. "I killed him."

I heard her sniffle. "Why?" It came out as a fearful sob. She though I would kill her next.

"Because he killed everyone else." Everyone except me. The Uchiha clan died today. Itachi was the last. I swore after the massacre to avenge them and restore my clan. I failed.

Every Uchiha died. I died. Yukio killed me.

I died, for what? To save Naruto? Naruto hated me. We were friends once. I remembered his friendship, vaguely. Even as friends we always fought. I died to save him. He hated me. Yukio wanted him, not me. He could smell the power in Naruto, the Kyuubi, and he wanted it. I blocked Yukio; I saved Naruto. Yukio wanted him. Naruto hated me. Why did I even bother?

I killed Itachi.

For what? To avenge everyone he killed? To avenge my father? My father never acknowledged me. He was only ever proud of Itachi. He started paying attention to me after Itachi changed, after he killed his best friend. My mother said he loved me, but she probably lied. To keep me from getting a complex. Mothers do that sort of thing. Lot of fucking good it did. I didn't even know most of my family, not well. No one cared about a prodigy's little brother, not unless he was stronger. They didn't come back anyway. Killing him didn't save them, not now.

Itachi killed most of my clan. I just finished the job. I killed the last Uchiha with my own hands.

I dedicated my life to Itachi.

I didn't know what to do with it now.

Not live. Yukio killed me. Not return home. Naruto hated me. Not live. I was dead. I had no life to do something with.

I was dead.

I screamed and punched the hard wood of the floor, digging splinters into my knuckles. I was dead. Claw bit into my fists as I pummeled the floor. Yukio killed me. I moved forward, heaved my fists one after another into Itachi's chest until it caved. I killed Itachi. Lifting his corpse, I threw it into the dark, bloody wall. Naruto hated me. Blood and organs dripped and oozed from his opened corpse. I was as dead as he. I stared down at my hands, covered in blood, both his and mine.

Not quite.

I was a vampire.

I turned, and found Chiyo curled up under the table, her yellow dress covered in blood and dirt. "Chiyo, it's okay now. You can come out." She stared at me, her eyes wide with fear, but didn't run when I walked over to her. I helped her out from under the table and lifted her in my arms. "Are you okay?" She nodded stiffly, finally beginning to trust me again.

I smiled and bit into her neck, drained her blood as she screamed and continued when she stopped. She tasted sweet.

I was a vampire.

END CHAPTER

Sasuke: That sounds like I'm whining. I DON'T whine.

Kisei: It's not whining, it's character development.

Sasuke: Whiny character development.

Kisei: Fine! Whatever!

Itachi: WHAT?!?! Sasuke could never in a million years kill me! And he whines constantly.

Sasuke: I could kill you right now, and I NEVER whine!

Naruto::eats ramen::

Kakashi::reads dirty book::

Everyone else::ignores Sasuke in various ways::

Sasuke: Okay, wtf? I'm a vampire AND everyone ignores me?