.x.X.x. Der Vampir .x.X.x.

A/N: This story was originally published in 2005. It's now 2009, and since I'm now 18 and a much more skilled writer than I was when I was 14, I'm taking this chance to revise/correct/add to each chapter. There will also me more sex and more gore than there was the first time. Ah, the fabulous things you love when you age. Thanks~

Disclaimer: Look at me, not owning Naruto.

This fanfiction was inspired by this poem:

I was never what you wanted
but my blood will serve your purpose
quench your hunger for a short time
use me, I give you my live and soul
they mean nothing to me now
you always had my soul
Since that day long ago
now you don't want it
my blood is all you want
you'll take it and leave me
lying on the cold floor to die
alone and drained
of my very life

-Ryan Spingola

Prologue: Trauriges Auf Wiedersehen

.x.X.x. Germany, December, 1930 .x.X.x.

Naruto. The only thing that Sasuke could think of was the younger boys name. He was weak, so fucking weak that he could barely move. Itachi had gotten what he wanted, he'd made sure of that.

Sasuke heard stone sliding upon stone, and suddenly, he was left in darkness. He tried to think of how long it would be before he woke up until, finally, he fell unconscious.

.x.X.x. Hokkaido, One Day Ago .x.X.x.

"Ay, boss!" A young man with a shirt that read 'Regal Construction and Moving' headed towards his boss, clad in an industrial hard-hat. "Where do you want this to go?" he motioned to a large chunk of builing that lay on huge machinary.

"Well, the guy said to place it on the left side of his 'house.'" The other worker shrugged his solders. "But he said to make sure that the door was facing to the back."

"That guy still creeps me out," the young man muttered as he got back into the truck. "What kind of person moves a cemetery? I mean, obviously he's loaded. It's like, what? Fourty grand to move a house on a normal scale. He moved these things from across the friggin' ocean. "

The truck pulled up to the house, if one could call it that, and began to slow. The driver of the monsterous vehicle hit a few buttons on the dash, causing the back of the truck to move and lower to the ground.

Sighing, he hit the next switch that would angle the platform so it would be easier for the next piece of equiptment to swing it onto the actual foundation they'd recently installed. As he watched the building lower, he heard a sudden crack, followed by a small crunch.

Eyes wide, the driver jumped from the truck to see how much damage he had done. Looking at the building, he didn't see anything at first, then he noticed a crack in the wall near the back. Barely an inch wide, and about four feet tall. He gulped. His boss would skin him alive, unless. . . his boss didn't know about it. Creeping back to the truck, the man slid into his seat and reached for the keys.

"What the bastard doesn't know won't hurt him, now back to the loading dock to pick up the rest of these damned corpses."

.x.X.x. Hokkaido, Present Day .x.X.x.

"Are you sure it's time?" The question was soft and tentive as Sakura asked it. It was no time to get Naruto pissed off.

While she was seated on a piece of eloquant patio furniture, the blonde sat on the edge of the porch and let his feet hang off the edge, his fingers drumming along the wood next to him.

"Positive."

"And you're not any years off? It's been a long time…" She bit her lip, "We don't even know if we started with the right date in the first place, and-"

"Sakura…" he hissed, sharp teeth shining in the moonlight, blue eyes staring at the building closest to the house. "I'm sure."

She sighed. Naruto had been rather touchy lately. But who wouldn't be, given the circumstances? It was almost time. The seventy-five years had passed, and his lover was about to reawaken. She almost felt sorry for him.

.x.X.x. Germany, January, 1931 .x.X.x.

The blonde kneeled before her. He was nothing more than a boy, really, just on the edge of manhood. He stared up at the woman above before him, forever young, forever beautiful.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Naruto?" she asked softly and cringes before he even answers.

"I'm sure." He spoke firmly, voice filled with conviction.

"Even if you said no, it would be hard for me to resist, you know," her playful attempt at banter fell on deaf ears. "Naruto, you don't know what you're condemming yourself to."

"Sakura, I said I'm sure."

She sighed once, then forced all thoughts of arguing with him from her mind. She parted her lips, and waited for the bloodlust to take effect. It didn't take long before ivory fangs were gleaming in the moonlight, a devilish girn staring him down.

She had been sitting in her own seat but, instantaneously, was next to Naruto, craddling his arm in her petite hands. He would have been shocked, really, if he hadn't been so used to Sasuke doing that to him for months now. She leaned towards him until her lips touched his neck. A pang of fear ran through him; the only one allowed to touch him was Sasuke.

He wasn't prepared for the bite, not really. He had been expecting something similar to Sasuke's rough, yet constrained bites. Sakura's control was nothing near Sasuke's, as he had more experience at biting to not kill, while Sakura was known for slaughtering most of her victims. She was also extremely selective in who her dinner was.

The feeling of invading teeth not just puncturing the flesh, but ripping and tearing it open, made Naruto scream. Once the skin was broken, there was no stopping a vampire with bloodlust. Another, unnecessary, rip, and Naruto screamed again, his body cemented to the spot due to Sakura's granite-like grip. He felt the blood running down his torso now, spilling from the wound and overflowing the girl's greedy mouth to splatter about them.

He tried to keep his eyes open, and it was extremely difficult. Black spots were clouding his vision, and it hurt so badly, yet he was unable to scream. He couldn't remember who he was, or why in God's name he was going through so much pain.

While what Naruto could've swore were eons passed, Sakura's cheeks began to flush as she drained him. So much blood. She could've giggled if her mouth wasn't previously engaged. It wasn't until she was soaked entirely down her front that she roughly pushed back from Naruto, using all the will power she had not to start snacking on him again.

"Oh, Naruto, you taste simply delicous. No wonder Sasuke got so attached." She knew he couldn't hear her, but the blood had an almost 'high' like effect, and she could've rather cared less if anyone heard her or not at the moment.

It wasn't until she glanced down and remembered that she'd have to hurry that her head cleared. Naruto was already fading rather quickly.

"Maybe I took too much," she laughed slightly. "Silly me. We'll have to fix that, won't we."

She leaned over again, knawing at her wrist as she did so. When the flesh was torn away, she shoved the wound to Naruto's lips, hoping she hadn't taken to long.

She smiling, as she recieved her answer. Crude, still human in their bluntness, teeth suddenly began ripping at her own flesh. Her blood was working already.

"How fabulous."

.x.X.x. End Prologue.x.X.x.

A/N: Pay attention to the bold seperaters, they will help you. You'll pretty much have the following time frames: far distant past when Sasuke was a child, distant past when Naruto and Sasuke are together, past; when Naruto and Sakura are looking for Sasuke, and present which is the present. Not too hard to follow, I hope (who am I kidding, I'm retarded for setting it up like that, but I don't know how to change it now without fucking my plot).

Q: Will your plot take into account World Wars? Civil Wars? What about Global News? Imporant Historical Facts? What is the rhyme and reason you're using, woman!

A: Uh, probably not. It's AU. Use your imagination. You're not here to read a text book. You're here to read some smutty vampire sex. And maybe, just maybe some plot. Or you're my friend and I paid you to read this. I mean. . . uh. . what?

German:

Der Vampir-The Vampire

Trauriges auf Wiedersehen- Sad Goodbye