Bite Back
Stirring slightly, Sakura rolled over on her bolder and winced. Her position was awkward to say the least, with half her torso flat on the bolder, and her legs dangling off. Having maintained the position for so long, her stomach felt uncomfortably stretched.
She swore to herself she would never sleep like that again. Wistfully, she stretched and climbed off her rock. Judging by the rapidly darkening sky, it was time to go home.
Hearing her knees crack as she stood up, she adopted slower gait. It was breezy, and she wrapped her jacket tighter around herself. She trudged back towards the street that led into town, staring at the sky above absently.
She felt her foot nudge something. Looking down, she saw a patch of fur. She recoiled slightly at the sight of the roadkill. Poor thing, it was probably hit by a train.
She was about to continue her way home when she saw the pseudo- dead animal stir slightly. Incredulous, she took a closer look. It was a dark grey in color, almost black, and she could make out a pointed snout. Her gaze traveled down the powerful neck to the chest, and she started in surprise when it rose with shallow breath.
Alarmed, Sakura dug into her pockets for her gloves. Snapping them on, she ignored all the warnings flashing through her mind (Germs! Maggots! Rabies!) and shoveled the dog onto her arms. Then she sprinted towards home, praying that Hinata hadn't taken a double shift.
"-stabilized. It'll be fine after a few days- a medical miracle you can say."
"Thank God I didn't step on it. I though it was roadkill..."
Sasuke heard their voices before he saw them. Resisting the impulse to roll onto his back (and off the stomach that was killing him), he kept his eyes closed and checked his body for injuries. Surprisingly, there were none. He was only sore.
He flinched a little when the door shut with a thud. He felt one presence leave the vicinity, and the other enter his room.
"Now, what am I going to do with you?"
Sasuke started when he heard her voice, thinking that she could sense his consciousness. He tensed, preparing to spring at the possible attacker. She was drawing closer. He could tell by the concentrating smell of slayer blood.
"You poor thing, getting hit by a train... I wonder who owns you." Sasuke, too tense to really hear what she was saying, measured her steps. He relaxed when he felt her move away.
He flickered open one bleary eye to her back, and swiveled an ear lazily. She was rummaging through her drawers.
Suddenly, she swerved. "Oh, you're awake." Sasuke, realizing it was too late to fake sleep, slid into the suspicious temperament of a street dog. He would take the opportunity to assess his situation.
"Here, let me feel that arm of yours." The girl, who supported a head of startling pink hair that he hadn't noticed in the dim light of the graveyard, lifted him up with relative ease. Sasuke felt her lift his front paw and squeeze at his leg bone. Reflexively, he swiped at her hand, pleased when he drew blood.
She hissed. "Ow! Why you ungrateful..." She trailed off as she got up from the bed, dropping Sasuke in the process.
Then, she seemed to realize something. "Hey, what exactly are you? You seem too big to be a street dog."
She lunged at him again, but this time Sasuke was prepared. He leaped off the bed, soaring through her outstretched arms and making a beeline (dog-line?) for the door. Too bad he didn't see her pivoting the bed, so he smacked into her leg.
She pinned him down with her torso on the bed, grunting. Sasuke, dizzy from the impromptu aerobatics and her stifling scent of magic, relaxed. His stomach started to ached again.
He flinched when she abruptly pulled back his upper lip, baring his canine.
"Whoa! Your teeth are huge! You must be a wolf or a cross-breed." She shook her head to herself. "Let this be a lesson to you, Sakura. Never pick up stray animals off the street. They won't always be runaway house pets."
Using her hand to push herself back up, she hissed when the scratch marks opened again.
"I've should get this sanitized."
Sasuke, who was still sprawled on the bed, watched her exit.
Sakura muttered to herself as she left her room, making sure to shut the door. She didn't want a wolf rummaging through her kitchen, or her bedroom for that matter, but that couldn't be helped. Honestly, what was she thinking, bringing a stray wolf into her house.
She was only glad that Hinata was an accepting roommate who tolerated her late-night hunts, obscene groceries, hoards of laundry, and now apparently, bringing wild animals home.
She pushed the door to the bathroom open with her good hand, and opened the cabinet behind her mirror. She found the bottle of rubbing alcohol almost immediately because Hinata had just used it on the stray canine. Sakura plucked out an oversized band-aid and a cotton pad.
While pouring alcohol on the pad, she glanced out the bathroom at her bedroom door. It was shut. Good.
She snapped the lid back on and returned the bottle to the cabinet. Then, gritting her teeth, she sanitized the scratch marks with the cotton pad. When the stinging subsided, she opened and applied the adhesive bandage.
After cleaning up after herself, she exited the bathroom and picked up a sweatshirt she had hazardously thrown on the floor that morning. Sakura walked back towards her room, mentally listing things that needed to be taken care of before she turned in for the night.
Laundry in basket, check. Heater turned to 70 degrees, check. Keys in basket near door, check. Strange man on her bed, check. Windows closed-
Wait a second. She backtracked.
Since when was there a guy sitting on her bed? Where was the wolf.
It was when she walked into her bedroom that it hit her- the immense, suffocatingly dark aura.
The dog was a vampire shapeshifter.
Immediately, alarms went off in her head. Only strong vampires could bear to be in slayer territory, and only the strongest of the strong could shapeshift and suppress aura.
She darted towards her crossbow on the desk, manuvering around her bed.
The man moved faster than she could blink. Before she had taken even a step, he was in front of her. He slammed the door shut and pinned her against it.
Sakura, drawing magic to her fists, prepared to punch the vampire into the next millennium when he swiped up her wrists with one hand and pinned them above her head in a ridiculous position.
Sakura glared up defiantly into her captor's face, and briefly felt her breath hitch at his beauty.
Midnight-colored strands of hair fell around his face in a raggedy manner. His eyes were of the deepest cobalt, rimmed with black. High cheekbones swept into a aristocratic nose. His chin was pointed, and Sakura knew without looking that the rest of his being was perfect too.
So perfect, in fact, that he couldn't possibly be human.
Sakura, regaining her wit in a second, felt all of her slayer training rush through her head. Aim for the stomach and the head. Avoid hand-to-hand combat. Well, the stomach thing she could do, but hand-to-hand at this point was a given. With this in mind, she swung her back her leg, preparing to knee him in the solar plexus.
He maneuvered around her and pressed flatly against her in a moment, hindering all movement.
He grinned down at her, and even with their close distance, she could feel no breath fanning her face.
It only further served as a reminder that no matter now beautiful this man was, he was not human.
After all, he probably caught half of his prey flaunting his attractiveness.
Sasuke felt absolutely exhilarated.
Finally, he had that little nuisance of a slayer, the one who had been taunting him for so long in his mind, pinned helplessly against a wall. He could feel her smaller, warmer form press against his front, could feel her blood pulsing a mile a minute under the pad of his thumb.
Yes, her blood, her blood.
Just the scent of the sweet liquid drove him mad with hunger, and standing as close as he was to her, Sasuke felt intoxicated.
He couldn't think straight as he lowered his jaws towards the pale, trembling skin of her neck. It looked so thin, so breakable. His fangs dripped with poison at the thought, enough to be fatal.
She squirmed viciously when she realized this, that she might die by his hand on that day. He merely tightened his hold over her wrists and used the hand gripping her throat to pull her chin aside.
One lunge, one scoop of his neck, one clashing of his jaws and that beautiful, red liquid would fill him. He would savor the taste, and the dull throbbing in his stomach would finally cease.
Sasuke pressed his lips to her jugular in a mock kiss. Opening his jaws, he scraped his fangs against her neck. Not harsh enough to draw blood, but forceful enough to still Sakura mid-thrash.
"What- what are you doing?" She stammered. "You can't drink me. My blood's poisonous." She shook in his grip.
Sasuke scoffed. Poor little hunter, too young to have any real experience with the business.
He considered informing her that slayer blood was only poisonous to those too weak to obtain it, just to see the terrified look in her eyes. He wanted to see that hope and that false sense of bravado vanish, wanted to feel her knees tremble.
Leaning into her hair that was inebriating him with it's scent, he whispered ghosts of words into her ear.
"It's over, little slayer. I've got you."
A/N: Yeah! Finally getting somewhere! To all those who put Lamiaphobia on alert, sorry it's been so long. You've probably forgotten what this story is about. XD By the way, is any one else hating this site's new formatting software? I want my old Documents section back, damn it.