What, did you expect me to wait around forever?
Years passed and Sasuke forced himself to stop living in a fantasy where Itachi would return. And this life, his reality, involved vampire hunting. Sasuke acknowledged that in doing this, he was partly doing it for Itachi. In hopes that he might come across Itachi, thought he realized how unlikely that would be. Like Itachi would ever settle down in a vampire camp. But at least, Sasuke clung to the dream that Itachi might hear of him. He was even the captain of his own squad which consisted of Naruto, Lee, Neji, Shikamaru, and Kiba. They attacked a vampire camp about two miles north of Konoha. And of course, Itachi was not there. But that didn't stop Sasuke from looking for him as he stabbed vampire after vampire. He ignored their curses, their confusion as they probably saw the coal black eyes and pale skin and mistaken him for Itachi. Finishing each one with relative ease, Sasuke soon grew bored and started killing them with his eyes closed.
It was a mistake. The image of Itachi's pure, beautiful face flashed before his eyes. And an old anger burned deep and hot. Vengeance. Lost in the heady flames of anger, it took him a moment to realize the others were waiting for him, having finished just moments earlier. They were staring at him oddly. And he licked his fangs…wait. His fangs!??!? Finally. Sasuke closed his eyes. This was it, then. He was a vampire.
He nodded at them so the others started walking away. All except one. Naruto adjusted and readjusted the strap of his bag until Sasuke slowly traipsed towards him.
"You okay?" he asked quietly.
Sasuke nodded, running his tongue along his fangs. He found he could control them. Knew instinctively how to lengthen and retract them. His hand went up to finger the fine silver chain around his neck. The one he found in Itachi's pocket. His other took out his stake and lazily tossed it up and down.
You were supposed to come for me. You promised. But you just lied.
