I know you guys probably want to kill me by now. Sorry, I had a lot of stuff to do for the new school year. I hope you like it. Comments and advice is always welcome. CB222

"Itachi… Itachi, we have to get up." My voice hoarse from sleep

My husband's pale back is the only sight I can see. My voice is muffled since I am so close. I peel away from his back and detangled my arms from his waist. The alabaster white of a statue comes to mind. Scar less, blemish free, and strong are the few ways I can describe the perfection in front of my eyes. The lean firm muscles that script his back contract with his every breath. My eyes trail lower. I trace the indents along his spine with a fingertip. The moonlight from an open curtain shines upon us. It highlights he broadness of his shoulders. The shoulders that I cry on, that give me strength. I know this moment must end but I wish it wasn't so. I plant a kiss on his neck; arch my body into his.

"Ita…We must get up."

I hear his breath come out as a sigh. He sits up and swings his feet over the side of the bed with such grace that I could never hope for as a mortal. His elbows rest on his knees with his head resting in the palms of his hands. The shoulders that are my pillars of strength slump with exhaustion. His breathing is fast and labored with pain. My portrait of my husband, the invincible Itachi, crumbles right in front of my eyes.

All this time, he has been suffering and I do not even know. What kind of wife am I? What kind of person am I? Am I so distracted by my husband beauty that I no longer notice his well being? I have failed him as I seem to always do.

I climb over to examine him. His skin is too pale almost translucent. I see the bluish veins in his neck. His eyes are red and opened as if he is in shock. His skin is colder than normal. He is freezing. I wrap my arms around him. I feel the chill settle into my own skin. It is as if he cannot even see me. I stroke his hair hoping to calm him. I try calling out to him.

"Itachi! Koishii, please speak to me!"

I begin to sob. I cannot figure out what is wrong with him.

I grab his face and give him a kiss in the hopes of snapping him out of it. He still will not respond. His fang nicks my lip. A single drop of my blood falls into his mouth. His head shoots up to stare at me. His eyes completely black but I can see the savage hunger in those eyes.

A cruel smirk appears on his face. I run at the sight of that look. He is not my Itachi. I do not what he is anymore. The elegant movement of a predator hunting his prey enters my mind as I see it walking towards me. It is neither a human being nor a vampire. It is a monster straight out of a horror film.

It lets out a frightening laugh that shakes me to my very bone. I look towards the door to see if I can attempt an escape. The monster's eyes dare me to try. I run to the door and open it only to have it slammed back shut. A pale arm connects to the hand on the door. I am scared to turn around to meet the sight at my back. That hand grabs my neck and turns me to face its owner. The monster inhabiting Itachi's body stares at me for a moment. I glimpse at the wicked glee in the monster's eyes before I am thrown against the door. The pain blinds me but allows me to feel the heated breath on my neck. I sense malicious smile against my neck. The cold tongue licking my pulse laps at the skin. The elongated fangs scrap the now tender skin. The hand that was on my neck grabs my hair and yanks my head back. The beast breathing changes with excitement over the sight of my pale neck. I experience the fear and desperation but the helplessness overwhelms all the other emotions.

The last moments I remember is the excruciating pain of the fangs puncturing my neck. The creature's blissful grunts as it drained the life out of me. Finally, my terrified screams that rang throughout the castle.