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Ch. 2

Sun kissed skin

Moon lit eyes

Pleasant screams

Vacant dreams

Caressed by a songbirds cry.

There was something about that bite. It elicited pain, as well as a sweet tingle of delight that made Gaara dizzy.

As he struggled to get free he noticed that he was feeling weaker, like the very strength was being drained from his body.

Itachi's laugh was muffled in Gaara's neck. He held him closer as Gaara's knee's buckled.

"Wh-why can't I move!" Gaara went limp in Itachi's grasp, unable, no matter how hard he tried, to move anything but his eyes. Which where also starting to feel heavy.

Itachi pulled his fangs from Gaara's neck licking at the blood he had left there. "That's the paralysis, I can will feelings upon the humans I bite with just a thought. I decided to paralyze you seeing as you wouldn't stop that incessant thrashing. Also with every bite I take I can gather a bit of information from your DNA, Sabaku Gaara."

Gaara's eye's widened. He was defiantly not lying, and this didn't seem like a stupid joke that one of Kankuro's idiot friends would play on him. From what Gaara knew, if a vampire bit you then you would also become one of the undead.

"No Gaara, you will not turn into a vampire just from my bite. I have to give you replacement blood in return for that to happen. Oh did I mention that if a human feels an emotion strong enough I could read it?" Itachi's eye's glistened

Gaara tried to say, 'why are you telling me all this', but instead his words came out in slurred gibberish. But he knew Itachi would understand it any way.

"Why you ask? Do I need a reason? I just want you to know everything you can about me before I kill you." He leaned in to Gaara catching his lips with his own kissing and biting his lips till they bled. "You are beautiful for a human, to bad you're going to die."

Gaara's heart was racing as he struggled to keep awake. He willed his body to move in a futile attempt, as Itachi's fangs somehow elongated as he prepared for a fatal bite.

Gaara squeezed his eye's shut as the fangs descended on him, laughter filling the air.

Then there was nothing. No cold hands groping his body, no laughter filled the air, only a slowing panic in his chest.

He snapped his eye's open, Itachi was no longer on top of him, but was thrown against a wall with another figure near him.

Gaara attempted to move his head to get a better look at what had just happened.

There was a boy who had knocked Itachi off of him, his back was turned to Gaara from what he could see the stranger had long brown almost black hair tied at the end neatly. He had black pants that fit his slim yet muscled body nicely and a gray turtleneck with quarter length sleeves.

"What are you doing? This is my kill!" Itachi yelled at the other, as he whipped the blood from the corner of his mouth, coming to a standing position.

"No. He is mine. I have marked him." The other glared at him furiously.

"Like shit you have Neji!"

The longhaired boy turned from Itachi walking over to Gaara, who right now resembled a rag doll. He did not look him in the eyes; he simply walked over grabbing the red heads tiny wrist shoving it in to the air for Itachi to see.

"There! Now get the hell out of here before I-"

Gaara zoned out blocking out all conversation around him as he saw the two purple markings directly on the middle of his wrist.

-----Flash Back-----

Gaara was in his bed; he had just been fighting with his drunken father, leaving him angry and tired. He curled up in the sheets. His window was open letting in a cool breeze.

He saw a blur by the window, which disappeared; he quickly dismissed it as a bird or a figment of his imagination. And closed his eyes. The whole night he had this feeling a strange feeling like someone… or something was watching him.

He turned over falling into a deep fitful sleep. In his dream it felt so real but seemed so fake.

In it he was waking up, it was still dark he guessed around one in the morning. Something in the corner of the room stirred, startling him slightly.

"Don't be frightened." A cool voice said.

Gaara could actually feel himself calming.

Out of the shadows walked a boy with long brown almost black hair, but his face was blurred, accepted his mouth.

Gaara did not feel startled or in danger, just calm.

The boy walked over to Gaara sitting next to him on the bed.

"Who are you?" Gaara said lazily.

"…" The figures mouth moved but no words came out.

Gaara nodded.

"Have you come to take me away?" Gaara moved his hand toward him.

The boy smiled. "Soon." Came the cool voice again, bringing Gaara's wrist to his mouth, and kissing it lightly.

"Promise?" Gaara said weakly feeling a heavy weight on his eyelids.

The boy bit down gently upon his wrist, there was no blood.

Gaara gasped out of surprise, not pain.

The boy pulled away slowly, smiling gently.

"You wont suffer much longer." He set Gaara's hand down.

Gaara looked down at his wrist seeing the two marks.

He nodded again, closing his eyes.

The boy leaned closer waving his hand in front of Gaara's face.

"Forget."

Then he was gone, with Gaara's memory of that night till now.

----End Flashback----

Gaara snapped out of his trance seeing Itachi gone and Neji walking toward him.

'He is? Is he?' Gaara thought. 'Did that really happen… could he make me forget?'

Gaara's vision was starting to blur. One thing came into focus before he passed out a boy with long brown hair…almost black speaking words that couldn't be heard.

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