Sweet Blood
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Sorry for letting you people hanging so freaking long. Hope some of my old readers are still around .
I'm just starting to get into the writing thing again so yeah….. Please review so I know what you guys think about it.
And just bear with me, It'll get more interesting (I hope you guys find it interesting anyways.)
Also, I have decided to update this story every two weeks or so. Maybe once in a while I'll do it weekly, not promises on the weekly thing though.
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And just a reminder:
Ages:
Kurenai: 24
Temari: 17
Hinata:16
Sakura: 16
Tenten: 16
Ino: 16
Kin: 16
In this fic. Temari and Ino are sisters. Neji and Hinata aren't cousins.
Chapter 6:
Preservation Instincts- Part 1
As instructed by their leader, the six hunters had been investigating vampire territory for any sign of werewolf activity for about 2 weeks now. At the beginning they were skeptical as to why they were sent there of all places, but it didn't take them long to realized the reason behind it all.
That particular side of the city seemed to be of some importance to the werewolves because there were always at least a couple of them stalking the night, and that was never even heard of before.
The mutts were definitely up to something.
'everything seems fine' Temari thought referring to them walking through vampire territory without even being spared a second glance.
Ok …soooooo…. they were spared a couple of, definitely, NOT welcomed glances from the male population. The hunters were offered money a couple of times to 'rent' the lower parts of their bodies.
Offers which they politely turned down. If you could consider polite a few kicks to the groin, a couple dozens of roundhouse kicks to the jaw and several punches to the gut.
They still took the money though…..just as…mmmm… evidence or so Ino reasoned with her sister.
This kind of display of violence seemed normal around the area so no one really paid much attention to the beatings.
Ino was walking with Temari in a not-so-friendly neighborhood; each enjoying their …evidence… and to Ino, that was pretty much it in the terms of enjoyment. This neighborhood, The Falls, was all about prostitution, drugs, and pretty much everything illegal happened around here. Not that it didn't happen in the other parts of the North, but this part was the lowest of the low. It was like the basement of the basement of the basement.
To her, there was absolutely nothing crappier than the current place they were in at the moment and of course she didn't fail to voice this out.
"I don't wanna be HERE!" Ino practically yelled while pulling her hair out in frustration, teeth becoming sharp in an instant. That really earned her a couple of stares from other people who at first confused the short girl for an oversized talking-rabid Chihuahua or something of the like.
That was like the millionth complain that night. Temari just ignored her; already used to her little sister's antics. "why do WE have to be in this place!" she continued angrily as she kicked a rock that landed on a piece of cardboard a few feet away from them. People stared warily for about a split second. Vampires. Temari noted and watched them from the corner of her eyes.
They, the hunters, were well "disguised." Actually their human scent was. To the other vampires they smelled like their own kin. That effect was thanks to their organization' excellent biologists and chemists who actually managed to not only find a way to mask a hunter's human scent but also duplicate the vampires' and even the werewolves.' The catch? there was a limit of time for which they could hide their scents with it.
Ino noticed the slight attention they got and immediately went on guard but she kept on talking nonetheless.
"aaaahhhhhh" She fumed to herself when she noticed the other blonde completely ignoring her and so she decided to poke her. Just for the hell of it. She grinned. Knowing full well her sister didn't like getting poked.
At that precise moment Temari felt something, and no, it wasn't the poke, it was something else. Chakra. Powerful Chakra. It seemed to have only sparked for less than a second but she wasn't really sure.
She frowned. Remembering the very irritating encounter she had with a certain silver-haired mutt. She still remembered that freaking-shly annoying smirk of his and wanted nothing more than to hit something at the moment, preferably his face.
Too bad he wasn't around….or so she thought. She growled and unknown to her, she also crushed the empty can of soda she had in her right hand.
Ino just laughed nervously to herself as she awkwardly scratched her cheek "uh oh" She thought completely misunderstanding towards who Temari's hostile behavior was directed at. Just in case; she also decided to stay a few paces behind her sister. Her preservation instincts kicking in.
Red.
All red.
Beautiful red.
Chaotic red.
Bloody Red.
Their blood…
any blood, be it human, from a mutt, or his own kind excited him. It was a fact of his nature.
Just the mere thought of it would send shivers of anticipation down his spine. Anticipation to make a kill. To hunt.
To have his hands covered in blood.
His enemies' blood.
His prey's blood.
He craved to be covered by it.
To inflict lethal damage on his preys and enemies.
To practically bathe in their vital fluid.
It was his obsession.
It was his addiction.
Gaara threw his head back, face splattered with blood, watching with dark green eyes crazed with sadistic delight at his little handy work.
There was blood dripping from the walls. Blood as well as body parts were everywhere. Gaara still held parts of the bloody skull that still had skin and some muscle tissue hanging from it. He had practically crushed the owner's head against the alley's brick wall leaving behind the flesh as well as bones encrusted in its cracks.
The stench was strong enough for even a human to be able to detect it a block or two away from the dark alley. The alley where he had practically torn apart the bodies of a couple of werewolves that were invading vampire territory. Not only them though, but also two vampires that happened to be around when the slaughter began.
It was their mission, Kakashi's orders, and he couldn't have been happier to follow them. Not that he actually needed an excuse to kill.
Neji, who was usually paired up with Gaara when it came to missions, sat silently on a wooden box that was on one side of the alley's walls. His face completely undisturbed by the gore around him.
He smirked
Savoring the fresh smell of blood in the air.
True be told, he never really approved of Gaara's methods when it came to a kill. He was just too… messy. Neji really didn't care as long as the red head went by the orders that were given to them.
One of the werewolves was still alive though, the red head had left him for last. Gaara then proceed to dig his claw-like nails into his chest earning a scream of pure fright and desperation from the mutt who couldn't even move.
Tried as he did there was nothing to save him. Sand was holding him in place. It was crawling slowly but securely up his legs, crushing the bones in the process.
Neji then arched one of his eyebrows. Not at the scene in front of him, which was completely normal, but at something else.
Someone was talking….rather loudly actually. They weren't human or mutts though, he could tell by their scent. There was still something familiar about the voices though but he couldn't quite place it.
He frowned. He didn't like not knowing something.
Curiosity got the better of him.
Neji then decided to go see who they were and so he got off the wooden box he was sitting on and started heading toward the voices, which were at least three blocks away.
Screams of sheer horror pierced the night only to come to an abrupt stop. Neji knew that Gaara was done and would be catching up in a second.
This was starting to get really annoying. It had been a couple of weeks since they started "patrolling" these streets and they still had nothing to explain the werewolves' odd behavior. Well, actually, they DID have something but it wasn't anything out of this world. They needed more information, more details before they could actually send their report to headquarters.
"They s-should be there by now" Hinata said as she discreetly looked around them. There was nobody other than them walking down the darkened street. "yeah, and we should be heading there soon too" Said Tenten as she looked at her watch.
All of the hunters were to meet at certain night club. They couldn't arrive at the same time for obvious reasons, so they decided to separate, investigate and then meet over there. According to their friends, that particular club was of some importance.
Kin and Sakura were walking down a shady street, they could see vampires on both sides of the road sitting around on cardboard pieces or just eerily standing by just looking at them. The two young hunters just ignored them and kept on walking. They were almost at their destination. At the place where they had heard (or more like beaten out of someone) one of them could be at.
Their destination? A night club and they were almost there. Almost at the shadiest night club ever. "This is ridiculous" Kin commented almost in a whisper, looking ahead, without even paying a glance at her friend. "no kidding" Sakura responded while discreetly watching some of the vampires' reactions. The vampires were attentively listening.
There were dozens and dozens of vampires there. All around them. How did they know? Well, all of them weren't even making an attempt to conceal their freaking fangs.
The two girls had been given the fabulous task to go look for the stupid vampires they had fought before, Kakashi's students. They weren't a major priority at the moment but that didn't mean the hunters couldn't go and kill them, besides, those vampires could know something about the werewolves' suspicious activities. So the hunters could extract the information and then kill them.
It was the perfect plan.
SB - Silver Bullet Headquarters
"Jiraiya-sama, you have to see this" Iruka said as he quickly entered the leader's office, not even bothering to knock. Jiraiya freaked out and in second jumped on top of his massive oak desk. Right hand holding a neon green fly swatter, ready to strike at whoever barged in. Iruka Sweat-dropped. He should have been used to the leader's weirdness but the man never ceased to amazed him.
The room went quiet. The two men stared at each other for 3 seconds, one still holding the fly swatter and the other still sweat-dropping.
"Sooooo... what was it that you want Iruka?" Jiraiya nervously scratched the back of his head as he put down the swatter thing.
Iruka cleared his throat "Here. This is the latest report we got referring to the werewolves" Iruka Passed a folder to the leader.
"is it from squad 47?"
"no. It's from squad 45"
Jiraiya took the folder and immediately started flipping through the pages. He abruptly stopped on one particular page. His eyes immediately narrowed. He motioned for Iruka to leave. Said man gave him a look, studying Jiraiya's now serious face, and quietly exited the room.
Jiraiya got off of his desk and sat on his chair, eyes still narrowed as he looked at the name imprinted on the page. It read OROCHIMARU.
Orochimaru was now the leader of the werewolves.
That couldn't be good.
"We are being followed" Temari simply stated as she immediately and stealthily put her hand closer to the huge fan on her back. Ino nodded, dropping her hand to be directly above her holster. They were only few blocks from the night club now.
The night club was in sight now, Kin and Sakura could hear the loud music coming from the structure. They also could see many vampires around the entrance smoking or just passed out on the ground, other vampires virtually stepping over them without any consideration.
The hunters put their sexiest smiles on just as they saw the huge bouncers at the entrance who just let them in. Openly staring at their butts as they walked by. The two girls walked a long way down the stairs before actually reaching their destination. For a second they both believed it could be a trap but their nerves partially eased when they finally came to the end of the stairwell.
The club turned out to be more crazy and salvage than they had thought it to be. It was underground in what appeared to be some kind of dungeon which was most than likely modified to have a modern feel to it. It didn't make it any less creepy to the hunters, they could practically feel the sinister atmosphere that seemed to be emanating from it. There were no windows, no way of getting out other than the way they came in, no nothing, they felt trapped.
Vampires were jumping around like crazy animals to the beat of the DJ, who was on what seemed to be some kind of pedestal-looking thing with his table and huge speakers at his sides. He was located high above the crazy horde of dancers. It was as if he was being worshipped.
For a moment Kin wondered how the hell did the DJ manage to get up there since it seemed like there were no doors up there. She almost hit herself at her stupidity, he was a vampire, they can fly.
They didn't want to seem suspicious so Kin and Sakura started to dance together, copying the vampires' sexual and animalistic ways of "dancing." The hunters looked around the dungeon trying to find any of them but it was impossible, it was too crowded. The hunters left the dance floor , it was more of a rave, after they figured it was safe to actually start asking around for them.
Just as they were leaving the dance floor Sakura stopped and did a double take of something to her right. Kin looked at her as if waiting for words to come out of her friends's mouth but Sakura just shook her head and continued to walk. Sakura was behind Kin now, eyebrows slightly furrowed. She could have sworn she saw something familiar but she wasn't sure because it was gone before she could even take a second glance. She only saw like a flash of something but she stopped thinking about it since it was probably nothing, they were at a crazy club after all.
What do you do when you have to find someone in a place like this...who do you ask? The bartender, of course. So the girls made their way to the bartender, and quickly got the information they needed, all it took them was two winks and bending over the "counter" thing and the bartender was spilling the beans right away.
The Bartender told them there was a room at the farthest corner of the dungeon-like night club where some vampires gathered for "private parties" mostly consisting of gambling and doing drugs. So Sakura and Kin were heading in that direction now, trying to blend in with the crazy dancers.
What they did not know was that a pair of cold and calculating eyes were following their every move.
Cliff hanger! DUN DUN DUN!
Sorry for rushing the end of the chapter, I just wanted to put it up as soon as possible. I promise I will try to make next chapter better =)
I apologize for the grammar (and probably spelling? idk). I know my grammar is not good so don't flame me for it please.
I will update in approximately two weeks, maybe sooner (depending on the amount of homework I have.) oh and I'm already working on the next chapter =)
And as you can see *points above* I have recovered from the horrible computer crash of 2006 or 07 (I forgot) and I'm Back!
-DarkHeartless.