AN: Yet another drabble, written at midnight while on a trip with the MOB (Marching Owl Band). Hopefully you will all be able to guess who this is...
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the characters, no matter how cool they may be. So please, don't sue. I'm a poor college student
A freak, they call me. Don't play with him. He's a freak. A monster. He'll drain your blood. He's not human.
They're right.
Blood is the only thing that keeps me alive. The blood pounding through my veins during the thrill of the hunt is the only thing that lets me know I am still alive. The blood of others, as it rains down and is devoured by my sand, delights me. I reek of blood and I. Love. It.
It is a good thing people fear me because I don't fear myself. I want them to die but I need them alive. So keep calling me a freak, my little victims, my poor, sweet, helpless companions. Keep me alive.