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(In the first chapter…. Help me…. xD)
A/N: You know, I can't write very well, and this is somewhat my first SERIOUS fiction.
Don't know if it'll end up SS or if they'll all die.
Don't know if the rating will get higher, or if it'll get lower.
Don't know what I have planned for this story - Wait, yes I do. Nothing.
; I'm evil. Kidding.
Don't know if this'll be a romance fanfic.
But nonetheless, go ahead and read it.
Summary:Sakura's a vampire. Go ahead, gasp. Syaoran is not. But they are both cold, and emotionless. So let me ask you: How will they get together? Will they ever, even?
I've read fics where Syaoran is the vampire… There are quite a lot, actually. I've never seen one where Sakura is the vampire. In the Syaoran's a vampire fics, Sakura's some sweet princess, and I don't want it to be like that. It's so unoriginal… So, in here, Sakura's the 'unfeeling' vampire.
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything (the characters and everything CLAMP made) except this fanfic right here. I wish I did though.
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You know, it's actually quite funny, but I didn't laugh at this fact. Some dismiss the ideas of demons and things not of Earth as simple illusions, delirious visions of the unconscious mind (if they were to encounter any), or make up any explanation – no, excuse for it.
Others, however, believe in the supernatural existence; of others, non-human beings, walking amongst them.
And let me tell you something. I don't know if demons really on walk on Earth as if they were human – well, not all of them actually. I do know, though, that vampires are real and they do live amid human beings.
Anyways, back to the two categories above. Whilst the 'Some', as we mentioned before, would think that the vampires were gangsters, outcasts, or anything at all – anything human of course -, the 'Others' would think otherwise.
And the 'Others' would be – are correct.
Vampires are vicious, vile creatures. They are cold; unfeeling, emotionless. They feed on the thick blood of humans for their hunger and pure enjoyment. They love to hurt, to demolish, just anything in relation to violence. Their body hungers for viciousness, for murder, for blood. Their mind screams out orders to them which no vampire could resist listening to. They become monsters, carrying out the orders, fulfilling their needs.
Have I told you that the people's screams are like music to their ears? Our ears, I should say.
They have no blood, no soul. They have no conscience. Nothing can tell them what's right or what's wrong.
I mean – us. Us.
I should know these things.
And notice how I don't refer to humans as 'us', how I refer to vampires as 'us'.
I'm not ashamed of what I am, but proud. I like being myself.
I am Kinomoto Sakura.
The above is my little warning to you.
And this story is where I am wrong in almost every possible way. Well, for me, it is.
As you could've guessed; I'm one of them.
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A demon he was not born as.
Nor was he a kind guy; a warm person, full of emotion he was not.
A smile he always carried on his pale, yet dead gorgeous face. Not.
If he smiled, it would be a death smile.
But he smirked. He smirked.
If he smiled a warm smile, if he laughed a warm one, it would be when hell finally decided to freeze over… Or so everyone thought…
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A/N: Sorry it's so short.