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This is in the POV OF SAKURA HARUNO! and it is in PRESENT TIME!
Disclaimer: DO NOT OWN NARUTO!
Chapter 11
~Vampires~
"Why the hell are there hunters in our area?! There have never been hunters here before!" Kiba whispered harshly towards the others.
"Calm down, how we were supposed to know that he wanted to become a hunter in the first place?" questioned Naruto.
"But to return to our land? Our area? Our home? Especially to hunt us down!" shouted Kiba.
"He was born here, this place is still his home." Mutters Naruto under his breathe.
"But to bring strangers along with him!? Who if you may not of noticed, but they all want to kill us, including Sasuke." Kiba shouted again.
"Well, basically their here to kill Sakura." Gaara Clarified, we all winced at the thought.
"We should just go out and kill them." Neji offered, after clearing his head of the thought of Sakura dead.
"And what if Sakura found out about it?" asked Kiba.
"We all die a painful death." Naruto said shaking his head.
They all shuddered at the thought. I continued to hear them argue about what they were going to do about, him and his crew returning here. I couldn't take it any more. I dropped that unclean dishes in the sink and went straight outside.
"We kill them, the end of it." I said in a hush whisper and glared at each of them.
"But…are you sure?" asked Naruto a little worried and concerned.
"Perfectly sure, the bastard dared to show his face here, along with his new friends of vampire hunters, he deserves to die." I said icily.
"That's going to be hard." Muttered Neji under his breathe.
"How? Think of it as hunting. Simple." I replied.
"Only the victims don't have guns full of silver that can easily murder us in one hit." Kiba replied in a sarcastic tone while rolling his eyes to add effect.
"If you guys have a better idea I would love to hear it." I said and looked around as each of them fell silent. "That's what I thought, I'm going out."
And with that I stormed off away from them, and headed for the Maserati MC12. I heard them yelling at me, I saw them coming after me, but I was quicker than all of them. I made it into the car and drove off before they could grab the car handle.
I just kept driving, and driving. I rolled down the window and had my arm hanging out of it. I breathe in the scent of human blood and my mouth watered. Before I knew it, I was hungry again.
Now where am I supposed to get my next meal? I have no idea, which sucks. I was starving all of a sudden. I don't know why, I just was. I have no idea if I could get a meal in tonight or tomorrow. Though the craving was strong, like usual, I am able to control it to a certain extent. But I was good for now; I hope I don't lose control.
I took a look at the radio, and saw it was one in the morning. Perfect. It's the perfect time for people to go clubbing, get drunk and have a one night stand. I have been dying for a one night stand. Vampires and heat, I will never understand why that happens. I thought it only happens with like animals not the un-dead. But, at last I was wrong.
I droved to my favourite human club named The Rave. It was the best club I've been to. There are lots of humans everywhere, whining and grinding on others, drunk as drunk can get, drugged on ecstasy so they can get away from the crazy world we all lived in, as their hips shake, their waists whine to the rhythm of the music. Ear blasting music played around everybody, no body could possible hear about what they thought. Enough if they could hear their own thoughts, one more swing of that drink or one more dose of that drug, and they were in the heaven everyone dreamed of.
A heaven where no one told you what to do, everyone lived in peace, no one hunted you, no one to kill, everyone lived in harmony, well at least that was my heaven. Somewhere I don't have to kill to get my next meal. Somewhere I don't have to ruin someone's family to satisfy my hunger. A place where I don't have to hear the screams of agony, of pain as I feed to calm down the hunger, that bloodthirsty instinct I have within me. A place where I don't have to burn what is left of the person, to hide what I had done. A place where I don't have to hide the marks, the scars, and the bite marks on the victim's body, a fake death, so that there are no leads towards myself or my clan of bloodthirsty creatures. A place somewhere that is the complete opposite of my life, this monster of a life I have created for myself, for others, for my friends, for everyone I have or every will love, this terrible sinful life I have plague on the ones dearest to me. The only person to ever blame for all the problems in my life, all the faults I have to take for the lies my friends tell to hide this terrible secret within us, this only person is me, Sakura Haruno.
As I got out of the car I had stolen, one more of the piles of lies I had on my soul, I straighten out the clothes I tossed on in the car. I wore a black baby doll padded tank top which went to my mid thigh and a pair of black rhinestone gladiator wedge heels also. A pair of heart shaped diamond earrings dangled on my ears, along with the matching diamond heart shaped necklace hanging on my neck. A simple heart shaped diamond ring claimed my right ring finger and sparkled as the lights of the club danced on them, as I walked in. The solid diamond thin bracklet shaped as hearts as well danced along with the ring while I looked around the room and listened to the music within. Along my right ankle, hung a silver anklet with at least seven diamond hearts dangling off of it, and as they swayed back and forth as I walked towards the bar, they glistened and glowed in the lights showing all the colours of the rainbows, proving that all the pieces of jewellery I wore on myself were real. Not a singe piece of it was false, it made me look like a pricey girl, which I am.
I sauntered over to the bar, ordering one of my favourite drinks. The Sex on the Beach. It contained the right amount of liquor in it, for my pleasure. The right amount of vodka, mixed in with fruits to make a sweet but lovable drink. One of the most perfect drinks in my eyes, the sweetest drink my lips will every touch. As I waited for my glorious drink to be made, I looked around at the other people in this club. Many races mixed all together, many bodies crashed, grind, whined rubbed against each other and no one seemed to care. That had made my mind wonder, as I waited.
My mind had wandered off to the old days, where all of us were as happy as ever. We were just innocent little children at the time, no more then the ages of five or six. All of us, the whole gang, were lying down on the grass gazing up at the clouds. I remember Shikamaru sleeping, like always. I remember that animal boy Kiba and his pet dog Akamaru that he carried with him everywhere he went they were pointing and barking at the different shapes in the clouds. I remember that creepy little boy Shino, he always wore sunglasses no matter what the weather was, and we all wondered what his natural eyes looked liked, though we never found out. I remember Naruto, and him – Sasuke Uchiha – gazing up at the clouds, arguing whether one cloud was shaped as a toy train or a toy ship. I remember Ino trying to wake up Shikamaru from his lumber, Tenten and Neji laying quietly, muttering things about school and such to each other, as if they were going out or sharing a secret. I remember Hinata, lying beside Naruto, twiddling her little fingers with a light cute blush painted across her cheeks as she gazed back and forth from the clouds and Naruto. I remember that chubby little boy with the red hair, his name was Chouji. He carried potato chips everywhere with him, I remember looking over at him as he was sitting up n chewing on those dear chips he held and he looked quite happy himself. I remember that boy, Rock Lee was his name, he had the funniest looking eyebrows any one had every seen. He was gazing up at the clouds himself, while looking at me from time to time also. I never had any interest in him, other then a friend. I remember Gaara and his two older sister and brother. They were the oldest in the group. Temari and Kankuro were their names, though none of us seemed to mind at all. They were from a different village, so we barely see them. When they would come to visit, we would all have a blast. Then there was me, the little pink haired girl, with the bright sea form eyes. I was sitting up and gazing at the clouds and everyone now and then, looking to see what everyone else was doing on this beautiful summer day.
Those days, were the best days of any little child. I shook my head clear of all those thoughts; those thoughts were for the weak. This was my time to party, alone without any one or any thing breathing down my neck and watching my every move. This was certainly not the time to reminisce on the past. I glanced up at the bartender; he was nearly done my drink. I waited the remaining seconds, for that glorious drink. Though I do not get drunk, I can certainly act like it. I sniffed the air, thought it looked like I was sniffling a little bit, and I smelled the glorious delicious aroma of all the humans in the club. I smelled that ruby red liquid and imagined myself drinking from one of them. One of these people in this club wasn't going home tonight or ever. Poor them.
I took the drink for the bartender, and paid him, while giving him a huge tip also. I walked away gracefully from the bar, and I think I saw the bartender faint from the amount of money I gave him. I took a sip of my drink, and it tasted as delicious as having sex. It fits its name very well. I took a seat at one of the tables at the back of the club, and took a look around the place. My gaze fell on an onyx haired boy in the far back of the club as well. His onyx eyes captured her in a heated gaze. Strangely, this man looks exactly like the man she hated with every fibre of her own being, but at the moment she felt no hate against this man, only need.
I took a sip of my drink and sniffed the air, and realized he was human. Though strangely, I didn't want to kill this human in particular. I don't know why I felt like that; I'd say it is a first I felt this way about a human I barely knew. I pulled my eyes away from his figure and scanned the room once again, in hopes of finding a victim I could play with before I devour them.
But at least, I did not. I felt myself being watched and I turned back to the same onyx haired man, and realized he was still staring at me. A normal person would have found that very strange, creepy even. But I did not, I found it alluring. I looked back at him, it seemed like it was nearly hours or days as we both gazed at each other. I searched his eyes for anything that would show he was human, to show me his vulnerability that humans seemed to carry with them everywhere, no matter now smart they think they are. I continued to search his eyes, and finally found something. I found loneliness. Perfect.
He would be the perfect victim of the night. He was lonely, like her. He would most likely not be missed by any one. I will be satisfied tonight, that I was sure of. I would play with him first, and then while this man slept, I will drink him dry. He would not feel the pain of my fangs sinking into that pale neck of his; he will not feel my sucking the blood out of him, his life out of him. He would be asleep, in a peaceful dream. He will not know a single thing that would happen to him. He will never see it coming.
At the thought of drinking this stranger's blood sent my vampire instinct running on over drive. I licked my lips unconsciously, as I continued to gaze at this man. I shall wait for him to make the first move. I will sit here and wait for this man to come to me, ask me to dance with him, ask him to come back to his place with him. I shall sit here and look into his eyes all night, and wait. As I stared into those eyes, those familiar eyes, I realized I did not want to hurt this man.
No matter how much he looked like the man I hated, deep down, somewhere in my heart covered in thick layers of ice I build up around it in the last few years, that there was some love for the man that he resembled so much. I scolded myself mentally for every thinking like that and I shook the thought out of my head, though the feeling still stayed.
I waited, for the man that had the onyx eyes, approach me.
The end!
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