A/N Thanks for the reviews!! I appreciate them a lot.…The chapters are going to go up fairly fast, since I wanna finish by Halloween, but I'd love to know what you think!

All the warnings apply here: shonenai, some bad language, and of course I still don't own Naruto or its characters.

Somewhere far in the distance, an owl hooted. A fierce eastern wind blew a leaf into Sasuke's hair. He reached up to brush it out, revealing his white skin, which was even paler than the last time Kakashi had seen him.

And that had been nearly three years ago.

Kakashi's initial thought was that all vampires were exceedingly beautiful. He slapped himself inwardly at such a thought. After all, he had only met two vampires – the two standing right in front of him – so who was he to judge? And perhaps it wasn't the vampiric qualities that made them so appealing, but merely the raw attraction of the Uchiha. Furthermore, they weren't exactly beautiful. It was an otherworldly gorgeousness, something surreal yet terrifyingly alluring. Well, Sasuke had always been good-looking, but now there was a sirenic hint about the brothers, and Kakashi knew why. They need to drink blood to exist, as they do not make blood themselves, and will resort to most measures, including seduction, to achieve that goal. Seduction…that couldn't be what they were doing.

But Kakashi couldn't take his eyes off of Sasuke. He had grown…for the better. His hair was longer, sleeker, melting in to the pitch darkness of the night. His skin – this part must have been the vampire in him – was now a pure alabaster white, framing his crimson eyes perfectly. And Kakashi could feel, as Sasuke placed a knee on either side of Kakashi's extended legs, that his former student's body had been honed to a lithe and muscular form.

"Sasuke." The word felt twisted on his tongue. For years he had longed to say it, and see the boy…but not like this. "You're a vampire."

Sasuke licked his lips alluringly and Kakashi felt his stomach lurch as he remembered this was yet another characteristic of a vampire. When he picked up that book days ago (though now it felt like years), he never believed he would ever see what it described.

"Not just a vampire…a virgin one," he whispered, sending his icy breath into Kakashi's face just like Itachi had done. But there wasn't a hint of blood in his scent.

"What does that mean?" And do I want to know?

He heard a banshee-like laugh from beside them.

"It means he hasn't killed a human yet, or even drank any blood," Itachi clarified.

Kakashi was confused.

"Then…the murders…?"

"That was me." Itachi moved back into Kakashi's line of vision. "I needed blood, badly. And my little prodigy here needed you."

It was Sasuke's turn to laugh, but his laugh wasn't as terrifying or ruthless as his brother's. He entwined his fingers into Kakashi's tightly.

"I didn't need you, sensei." The mocking tone sliced into Kakashi's ears. "What I needed was power. Power to defeat him." He shot a death glare at Itachi. "But when I finally had what I thought was enough to confront him…I discovered he wasn't himself anymore. He was much more powerful than me, or any ninja. He wasn't human. Turns out the Akatsuki is more dangerous than any of us ever guessed…it's a whole team of vampire ninjas, and it started with Deidara, who's been one ever since he can remember."

Here Itachi broke in with a softer tone, almost a reminiscing one. To Kakashi, it sounded like poisoned sugar.

"Ah, Deidara. He transformed every one of us. It must have taken immense control to not kill us in the process. Even I cannot resist a fresh kill every once in a while…" He eyed Kakashi with hunger in his eyes, causing Sasuke to pull himself closer to his prey. Now he was almost sitting in Kakashi's lap.

"The rest of the Akatsuki wanted to kill me," Sasuke continued. "But Itachi thought I could be an asset, if I was properly trained…so he bit me. He changed me. He made me more powerful than I could ever have hoped to be…and I've realized it doesn't matter what he did to our pathetic clan years ago. Family doesn't matter. Friends don't matter. What matters is power, and that's what he gave me. Now I can have whatever I want, whoever I want…and all I had to do was kill a few random people to prove my worth. I used the Chidori for that though." He leaned in very close, so Kakashi could feel the moistness of Sasuke's lips on his cheek. "I haven't bit anyone yet. Do you know why?" Sasuke moved his mouth down and let the tip of his tongue graze Kakashi's neck. "I wanted you to be my first."

This couldn't be happening. This wasn't Sasuke. Every word he spoke sent a blinding arrow into Kakashi's heart. To hear his former student talk like this…giving up all he had worked for…killing innocents! Sasuke was murdering him without the fangs.

"W-Why?" Kakashi managed to say. What he meant was why did Sasuke want to kill him? Why had Sasuke given in to Itachi? Why was this Sasuke different than the one he used to know? But Sasuke only answered the first question.

"You were my teacher. You are my past. To shed my old skin, to become even stronger…I have to get rid of you." His eyes were a blazing red, but somehow colder than ice. "I wanted to get rid of that dobe too, that goddamned Naruto, but Itachi says the Akatsuki needs him for something. Anyway…" He then did something no one had ever done – he yanked down Kakashi's mask. "I always wanted to see what was under here." His eyes grew wide. "Holy shit…you're fucking gorgeous."

Yes!

That moment of humanity, of teenage spur-of-the-moment judgment, of (in essence) weakness – it was hope. Kakashi remembered that vampires couldn't live long without blood, so if Sasuke hadn't drank any, yet was still healthy -- he couldn't have been transformed for very long. Perhaps there was still a chance that Kakashi could persuade him to…well, his train of thought hadn't quite pulled up to that particular station yet, but it was something.

"Thank you," Kakashi responded politely.

The next thing he knew, Sasuke had let his tongue flick out and lightly licked his former teacher's lower lip.

"What the--!"

Itachi laughed and crouched down, running his hand through Kakashi's silver hair.

"We can do whatever we want with you. Can you deny that?" And of course, he couldn't. He was completely at their mercy.

"Itachi." Sasuke's eyes blazed. "We're leaving now."

Kakashi felt the older vampire tangle his hands more firmly in the messy strands of hair.

"Itachi. I led you back to Konoha. I let you kill those girls. I stood by and watched you kill them, not interfering, not alerting anybody."

"And you almost got us caught too, letting your cloak tear on the wood like that," Itachi hissed. So that's what the cloth was! Kakashi stared at the black cloak draped around Sasuke and realized it was the same material that had been snagged on the broken doorframe.

"That's not the point. I told you, he's mine. Drain him like you promised and let us go."

With another frustrated sigh, Itachi relinquished his hold on the hair. This was followed by a very peculiar feeling. Kakashi could move again, but his energy – and his chakra – was completely absent.

"Oh yes…I have drained you of your chakra, Kakashi," Itachi commented, amused. "It's not permanent…but it'll take a few hours to return. And a few hours from now, you will either be writhing in the transformation process or dead, depending on the strength of my little brother. I would so like to taste you myself…but I did promise."

The next thing Kakashi knew, he was being lifted, helplessly, in Sasuke's arms. They were walking away, walking somewhere. His head beat against Sasuke's shoulder.

"Where are you taking me?"

"You'll see." The words reverberated through his unnaturally strong chest. Kakashi wanted to cry. This wasn't Sasuke, and yet, it was. Was the child he used to know gone forever? Somehow, he wanted to keep talking. It was less scary that way.

"We missed you. All of us."

"The feeling wasn't mutual."

Well, how the hell do you respond to that. He tried again.

"Is it true that sunlight will kill you?" What a stupid question, but he just had to know if that book was right about everything. If it was, it probably meant there was no escape, and he might as well give up.

"No, but it weakens us almost to the point of death." Sasuke's eyes were completely blank. "So I haven't seen the sun since my transformation, almost two years ago. Itachi says he doesn't want to see it anymore. Deidara always says that sunlight is pointless. Everything that's worth happening can happen in the dark, he says. I don't really know what that means, but I guess it means I don't have to worry about it."

Sasuke…you're still so naïve, so young…don't throw away your life like this! But even as he thought it, Kakashi wasn't sure he had any choice. The book seemed right, and it hadn't mentioned any way to reverse the vampire process…

"We're here," Sasuke said. He laid Kakashi on the dewy grass and smirked – the terrifying part of him was back again. "Look where we are."

Kakashi looked.

How ironic.

They were on their old training ground. The very tree Kakashi was leaning against was the one where he taught Sasuke and Naruto and Sakura how to focus their chakra on their feet and walk up the barks.

Sasuke was straddling him again, placing one leg on either side of Kakashi's waist. The night was very, very still, but it was brighter now. The full moon illuminated the raw hunger in Sasuke's scarlet eyes.

"I want to make you like me, Kakashi." He ran a finger down his former teachers' neckline. "I want you to go through what I went through. But I don't know if I can control myself…" Even though it might be the last thing Kakashi ever saw, he couldn't help but think that Sasuke was even more beautiful now, with a sad look glinting in his eye. Even though it stung his scalp when Sasuke threaded his hands inexpertly into Kakashi's hair and tossed his forehead protector on the grass, something about those hands sent shivers down his spine. Even though the sharp nails dug into his skin, even though the thin legs wound their way suffocatingly around his waist, even though the rough breath burned his face…Sasuke was still intoxicatingly beautiful, and Kakashi knew that even if he had the strength, he wouldn't fight it. He couldn't.

"Now…sensei…this may hurt a little." Sasuke's fangs shot out from between his lips, aiming for the quivering throat in front of him. Kakashi made no move to stop his attacker, even though his eyes were beginning to moisten with tears. Instead, he tilted his chin up as much as he could, allowing Sasuke easier access. He couldn't help it. It was wrong and pretty much suicidal, but he couldn't help it.

He was already a slave to the poisoned lust.

Next chapter is most likely the last. Let me know what you think…sorry about the weird perspective, I know that since I'm tired of writing "Kakashi did this" and "Kakashi did that", you must be tired of reading it. But since there's only like one more chapter, it's kinda pointless to change it now.

Anyways! Hope you enjoyed this one xD