Author's Notes: There are no excuses just that life got in the way and this disappeared out of my mind.

Disclaimer: Standard. Nothing is mine except the story.

Important note: This chapter will be from Sakura's POV.

It burns. Everything aches and burns. There feels like there is a monster inside of my, clawing at my muscle fibers and skin, trying to make its way out. My eyes open and I look for him, Sasuke, my vampire husband lover.

But my vision feels funny. It is sharp and yet it feels like tunnel vision. My mouth is dry and I feel a wild fire in my veins. I sit up in bed rapidly, like a person shocked to the state of consciousness. There is a bottle on the table across from the bed. My eyes hone in on it and all I can see and think about is that bottle.

I feel like there are a thousand bugs crawling at my skin. I need what's in that bottle. And I lunge but arms catch me and they feel like a cage because all I want is that bottle!

"Sakura, calm down."

I'm screaming. It burns it burns it burns! And there is so much noise in my head. I see a hand pick up the bottle and a growl escapes me. NO!

But suddenly there is relief. My eyes burn with it as Sasuke tips the bottle. Logic tells me that this is blood and I should be rejecting it. I should throw this with disgust but my body lavishes in it. And like an asshole who wishes to torment me, Sasuke pulls it away. I grab his wrist, demandingly pushing the bottle back to me, like an infant wanting his bottle. There is resistance and you would think he'd win but I manage to pry the bottle from him.

And I take large gulps of it, like the bottle of blood was a shot glass of tequila. The world feels quieter when I am done. Still, there is an itch inside and I still feel like I need to rip my skin off before it dissipates. Before I can dwell on this feeling any longer, there is another bottle in front of me. This time, Sasuke dips me back into the bed and I let him hold the bottle to my lips.

Despite my thirst, my eyes are hungry for him. My entire view, which has expanded from my tunnel vision, is taken by him. His eyes are glowing rubies and there is three parentheses swirling in their depths. I can see my reflection in them and they are drawn to my still nude form and my lips, opened for the blood. It is strangely erotic. I keep my gaze on him as I nudge the tip of the bottle with my lips, signaling for him to start pouring. And he does and the combination of his gaze, his arms, and the liquid flowing through me brings me to euphoria.

I moan and he pulls the bottle away. Before I can think to protest, his lips are on me. His tongue licks the droplets dribbling and he groans. And now there is another burning starting aflame inside of me by his touch and his kiss. I pull at his robe, I briefly hear the tear of it but I do not dwell on it. He settles between the thighs I've parted for him and his mouth makes its way south. I map his back muscles and leave my marks on him when the pleasure crests.

There is nothing for a long time except the satisfaction of my hunger for Sasuke and my maddening thirst for blood.

Time has no meaning anymore. I slip in and out of sleep, adjusting to my new life. I feel so numb to the world that does not consist of Sasuke and blood. I wonder if Sasuke is concerned for me but if he is, he does not show it or vocalize it. He only ensures there are bottles of blood in the room for when I awake but leaves me to my own devices.

I wonder if before, this abandonment would have hurt me. I do not see him, not even when the moon has dipped down and the sun is starting to peak out. And any glimpse of him is when he brushes into the room for a change of clothes before leaving, like a ghost. When I had asked him to change me, part of me had hoped we would become closer. Something like the married couples I have seen in Konoha. I know this is not a fairy tale romance, his thirst for revenge and being a vampire, but still I had hoped for some semblance of happiness.

But still, there is numbness inside of me. I don't feel anything. There is no joy, no sadness, no anger, and no loneliness.

He leaves the doors unlocked though. This is how I know I am no longer a prisoner here. There are no chains. I suppose now that I am one of them, there is no need to worry about me running away. After all, I am bound.

And I have a promise to keep. I had promised Sasuke after all, that by binding myself to him and changing myself for him, it would aide him in achieving his goals. I would have to be alive for that too, right? So, as I roamed around the castle where I now lived, I wondered what I could do to strengthen myself more. I was a ninja as a human; do my skills cross this transformation as well?

And I decide to test this by breaking things. And I start in the banquet hall where I had my wedding, forced upon me by my kidnapping. Although I feel no anger, I would feel that Human Sakura would want this act of revenge. I decimate it. I smash things with my fists until they are dust. I take the altar where I made my silly vows, that had no bearing to the ceremony at all but was a cover up for my comfort, and pull it apart. I feel so giddy and alive at this destruction. I fling marble around like they were flimsy pieces of plank.

There is dust everywhere but I am dancing. I skip between the debris and smash holes into the walls and floors. I hope whoever is in charge knows I did this, knows that I am taking out what Human Sakura would want as revenge, as escape. Because now that she does not exist and this new version of me is here, there is nothing but Sasuke.

Sasuke and his goals and his dreams.

There is no room for me in his heart or his life or his mind other than a tool for his success.

And so I promise myself that when he achieves his goals and comes to me, I will destroy him.

For he destroyed me first.