Hello! Well this will be the first story that I will post and continue. The other one.... well I just don't like it anymore. I will try to post every week but it might end up every two weeks since school and after school activities get in the way and take up so much time! This is a vampire fic with a few twist and I am still working on the story itself so I'm not sure how it will turn out. Feel free to give helpful suggestions, flaming is not welcomed.
~WhisperingSummerWinds
The sky was dark, an endless sea of black that covered the city like a blanket of snow upon a frigid morning. The moon, a brilliant and radiant figure, casts its rays of pale and shimmering light upon the empty city streets below. For who would be up at this hour besides the sinners, the damned or… the long forgotten? The street lamps glowing like embers of a fire, did nothing to light the black streets, for the moon was stronger and it painted the streets with its glow. Black became grey where the light could touch.
The night was cool, a soft breeze brushing across the stones that made the streets and the houses. Despite the moon's light, darkness surrounded the alleyways that cut across the city in every direction, for darkness is always present when there is light.
A single figure, a lone and casting a long dark shadow, walked silently down the black streets. Their footsteps were quiet, almost unbelievably soft upon the road, or in another sense otherworldly. A black cloak, seeming endless, trailed behind them like wings as they walked. Their face was hidden from view by the hood they wore above their head, a veil of some sort to block all that wished to see what lied behind the shadows.
The way the figure walked showed that he was a man. His strides were long and quick, but graceful. The way he held himself showed that he had a large amount of pride and independence that none dared to challenge. He was young, for his pace never changed, but he held a certain knowledge about the world around him that could not be achieved until years later when the golden years of his life had passed. Despite his appearance he was old and this would be the start of his two-hundredth year alive. For this man was not human, he thrived after death, fed upon the living and was often found in nightmares. This being was called a vampire, and was one to be feared.
A sudden sound, light and soft, but hurried footsteps hitting the pavement made the figure pause mid-stride. The young man's head turned slightly in interest as he glanced behind him, his head angled to the side. On the horizon he saw a woman in white, her blond hair almost sliver in the moonlight, her long hair swinging back and forth as she ran. Her hair was held p by a single silver ribbon that glittered when light hit making it seem like she was pure and innocent. Her dress was long and flowing and made it hard for her to run, her hands were fisted in the fabric pulling it up so that she could take long strides.
The dark figure didn't move as she approached him, her blue eyes showing slight annoyance and relief. She did not seem to be winded from her run, and no sweat line her features. Her face twisted in anger and a deep scowl was formed by her rosy lips that looked foreign and out of place upon her angelic features.
"Do you ever consider telling someone where you're going before taking off?" She asked sharply as her eyes seemed to gaze into the dark shadows that hid the man's face. "It is the polite thing to do!"
"Since when did I need to report my intentions… Ino," the man replied flatly. His voice as cool and held a dark undertone, but there was no roughness in his voice. The sound that came from his throat and lips was alluring and almost begged all that listened to approach him. To some, his voice would have belonged to a perfect lover that lived in many women's fantasies. But the woman before him did not seem to be bewitched by the man's voice, it did quite the opposite.
The woman scoffed before answering the man with great annoyance laced into her voice, "Well you are an important person in our society… or did you forget that?"
"I'm aware," the man stated before continuing his trek though the silent city, the woman close behind him. "But I prefer to be left alone while out on the city streets."
"Doesn't matter, you are to have a partner since you are one of the few "gifted" that remain among us. The elders can't take any risks," Ino said with a slight frown.
"I can fend for myself."
Ino huffed loudly before muttering, "You don't need to get an attitude with me, Sasuke. I'm just the messenger." The man remained silent making the blond sigh. "I don't like it either. Hell, no one does! But our numbers are decreasing, so we have to be careful."
"The elders are being difficult by not taking any action," He hissed slight making Ino eye him in question.
"What do you mean?"
"You wouldn't understand," Sasuke muttered making Ino scowl.
"Try me." Sasuke remained silent as he continued along his path, making the blond hiss in anger. "Tell me Sasuke!" Her blue eyes morphed into crimson and fangs were bared when she spoke.
"You are to young," he hissed silently telling the woman to stop. She was to curious for her own good.
Suddenly Ino's hand shot out and flipped the hood that hid Sasuke's face back, exposing black spiked locks and onyx eyes. His face was one that artist used for a dark god or a fallen angel. Pale skin, that was smooth to the touch, and flawless elegant brows that were furrowed in anger. He was a sight to behold. "Don't you think for one moment that because it happened before my birth that I won't understand!"
"Drop it," Sasuke growled as his eyes bled crimson, his harsh tone silencing the woman before she could continue.
"But-"
"Leave now Ino, your presence is unwanted," He added sharply.
Sasuke was menacing and made fear rise in Ino's chest. He was often quick to anger and his patience was very thin, and that made Sasuke frightening to his kindred and the human race. Not wanting to anger him further the blond woman headed in the direction in which she came, leaving the brooding male a lone in the darkened streets.
Sasuke glanced over his shoulder, making sure Ino had gone before pulling his hood back over his head, casting his face in shadow once again. He suddenly took off in an enormous burst of speed, making him become a black blur. The wind hit his face and he took great joy in the feel of it upon his frigid skin. Nothing bound him to the earth, for his feet never seemed to touch the ground. He made no sound, as he traveled, none at all, as he moved to a familiar street. A street that he walked though oh so many times.
The houses were placed in a row on either side of the street. They were grand and elaborate with rich designs upon its white surface. Black iron fences blocked the small stone walkways that led to the large white doors with glorious golden knockers and knobs.
These homes clearly belonged to the wealthy class that controlled the large city. This street was well groomed unlike the rest of the city. But amongst perfection lies corruption. Despite the street's lovely appearance it was dark and as messed up as the slums of the city. At one point it had amused him to watch the betrayal of a rich married woman watch a man, who was not her husband, leave after a night of sinful acts from her doorway. Or a man with great political power and pride come home drunk only to pass out in a near by gutter before his home. As sick and twisted it was to find this funny, it was the horrible truth. The rich were often corrupt and full of sin, tragic really, for good never triumphed over evil, for there was so much to destroy. It was a simple as that.
Sasuke kept to the shadows as he traveled a long the clean streets until he found the house he had been looking for. It was like every other house on the street, grand and white with a black tile roof. But in the small front yard rested a blooming cherry blossom tree. It was fragile compared to the house but beautiful. On the right of the house sat a lamplight that turned the pink petals upon the tree orange. Underneath the street light a sign that read Amarante Street in bold white letters that were gold thanks to the lamps glow.
Sasuke crept underneath the cherry tree and looked up to the second story to see a single window open allowing the night's cool air to enter. A single candle, flickering in the soft breeze, rested upon the windowsill. White satin curtains blew in the breeze but never nearing the small flame. A ghost of a smile spread across his features but the hood hid it from the world.
With little effort her climbed the cherry tree and he soon found himself in front of the open window. With great procession he leapt into the room and landed quietly upon the wooden floor. With a large intake of breath the candle flickered out, letting darkness surround the room. But he did not need the light to find his way around the room, for he has been here so many times before. The room was large and contained many extravagant items. The bed was the grandest of them all. White curtains hid the sleeping figure behind them and was held up by a detailed posts.
Sasuke quietly pulled the curtains aside to gaze at the slumbering maiden that owned the room. He watched her, her chest rising and falling with each breath she took, memorizing everything about her. The woman's face belonged in heaven, to soft and gentle for this hard world. Her lips were a gap as she slept, almost begging him to place a soft kiss upon them. Her eyes lashes were long and dark so that if her eyes were to open they would capture anyone's gaze. Her nose was small and elegant, her skin was pale and he wondered if it was sot to the touch. Her forehead was slightly larger then normal but to him it seemed perfect. And her most alluring feature was her pink hair. He loved its color for it was a reminder of spring and the cherry blossoms that it brought to the world.
He could no longer contain his need to touch the woman and his pale hand went to feel her skin upon her face. Her skin was soft and warm making Sasuke lean closer to the maiden below him. He slowly sat upon the silky sheets that covered the rest of her body from his eyes. He gently brushed a pink lock from her face and continued to stroke her cheek. Her breath against his skin excited him and made something dark stir in his chest.
He wanted her… mind, body, and soul. He wanted to taste the blood that flowed through her veins, take her as his, and end the torment he suffered from every night. But she never knew he existed… didn't believe in his kind… never knew that he watched over her at night… that he was obsessed with her… and had bottomless feeling for her. So why should he make her suffer for his wants and needs when she was innocent? She was young about the tender age of fourteen, just starting to bloom into a radiant flower.
Carefully he leaned over her, removing his hood from his head. He softly placed his lips upon the girl's forehead. He took in her scent and his eyes closed in pure pleasure. She smelled of spring and cherry blossoms. He moved his lips to her ear and whispered softly, "As long as there is a moon, my blossom I'll watch over you."
He promised her everything while she slept, ever since he found her at age twelve. Nothing would take her away from him, he would see that it never happened.