"Sasuke, help me get some garlic from the mart, will you?" Mikoto called from the kitchen. Sasuke, upon hearing those words, perked up. "Garlic?" He said excitedly. "Is it going to be used for vampire hunting?" Mikoto smiled at Sasuke's beaming face. "No, dear. It will be used for our dinner tonight." The boy's face fell slightly but took the money from his mother. "I'll be back in a jiffy!" He called as he went out the door.

A few minutes after Sasuke went off, Itachi and Fugaku came in. "Welcome back." Mikoto said softly. "Dinner will be ready soon—I sent Sasuke to get some garlic for our dinner…" Fugaku nodded and went to the coffee table. Itachi watched his father drinking tea and his mother cooking in the kitchen.

What a peaceful moment…

Shall I disrupt it?

Or let it be?

I'm been waiting to do this for a long time…

…For such a long time.

Sasuke panted as he ran through the opened gate. "I'm home!" He shouted. "I got the…Huh?" He turned and looked at the opened gate. The gate's open? But… He glanced at the doorway. Oto-san and Aniki are back home! A feeling of happiness swelled up in him, but…

Wait. Something is wrong. Something's…very wrong. Sasuke walked slowly up to the door, and flung it open.

Cold…Icy…

Pure…Snow.

What is 'white'?

What is 'snow'?

It means—something that is not red.

Then what is that…

Red something?

"…!" The black-haired boy stared at the scene with his terrified onyx eyes. A river of blood greeted him. "…What…is happening here?" He whispered, shaking. All a joke. Someone's playing a joke on me. Sasuke walked shakily into the room. His parents lay on the floor, apparently…

…Dead….

The boy blinked at his dead parents, trying not to believe what is happening. I can't…look at them! Don't LOOK at THEM! His mind screamed. If I don't look at them, this nightmare will go away!

Sasuke ran up the stairs and flung open the door to his room—

Something bloodied, shiny and metal lay on the floor. It was the stake that Itachi gave him. The precious stake. Sasuke picked it up and looked at it, his brain trying to process the image. Why is it here? Why is it all red? Why?

Then he suddenly looked up just in time to see his brother sinking white, gleaming fangs into his neck. Sasuke stood rooted to the spot as Itachi sucked his blood greedily. He didn't move. He couldn't move.

Itachi's…

…A vampire…

His arms had a mind of its own as he swung the stake, aiming it at his brother's heart. Itachi backed off before the stake could go into him.

"…!"

Sasuke dropped the stake, his eyes widening with fear. Itachi was wiping his blood stained mouth. In fact, blood stained his face, his hands, his clothes… Blood was everywhere. It was sickening. It was nauseating. …Itachi's a vampire. I tried to kill my own brother. "…Why….?" Sasuke dropped to the ground, his eyes overflowing with tears. "..What's going on?"

Itachi bent down and stared at Sasuke with his red, emotionless eyes. "…Did you see your parents down there?" He whispered at Sasuke's ear. "They are dead."

The boy hung his head down, not saying a word as tears of fear rolled over his pale cheeks and dropped onto the ground. Itachi continued. "I killed them, little brother. But I won't let you die. You'll become a vampire like me, too. In fact…"

Sasuke gasped suddenly. The part of his neck where Itachi had bitten him was burning. Hot. "In fact… The change is already starting now." Itachi stood up, and tossed the stake to his brother.

Sasuke managed to look up amidst the terrible pain.

"By the way, I killed them with this stake…Enjoy immortal life, brother."

Without another word, without an expression on his face, Itachi vanished.

"….That boy's still not speaking a word." Kiba's mother muttered worriedly to her husband. "And he's not socializing with Kiba, either. In fact, he doesn't socialize with anyone!" Her husband sighed. "Just let it go, dear. He'd been through a terrible ordeal…"

"…" Kiba stood at the door, listening to his parents' conversation. Then he slowly crept to one of the rooms and peeped in. It was the boy, last of the famous Uchihas.

Sasuke buried his head in his arms, not seeming to notice Kiba.

I understand why you gave me that stake, Itachi…I'll kill you one day. I swear… I'll kill you one day!

Tears stained the bedspread as he curled up tighter.

Author: It seems that the " School Of Horror" is pretty much more popular than this fic! Well, I think that "Obsessed" is better! I like this fic more than the other one! (Sweatdrops) PLEASE review! I need reviews for this fic! MORE REVIEWS! (Screams) (Readers: This author is a wacko.) PS: One of the poems in this chapter is sort of adapted from the comic book "Vampire Knight."