The Lineage

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The Lineage
By 11


Chapter 29
Epilogue: Never End

“The Blood Feud War was a violent battle that had been accumulating for several months before between the Order, the pureblood vampires, and the Regenerate vampires who contracted the Wolves at that time.

The Hunters also appeared mid-battle to complicate matters killing vampires of both kinds as well as wolves where they could. No one really ‘won’ the war. Casualties were high and as things were it is doubtful a victor could have been decided.

The Blood Feud War may have continued another fifty years with many battles to it’s name if the Order had not been wiped out in one fell swoop.

A Naruto seized full command from the two remaining sannin, the Order traitor, and the Regenerate leader. These figures were named the Four Kings – Tsunade, Jiraiya, Itachi, Orochimaru.

Since that last battle for the first time in recorded history the werewolves have become friends and allies to the vampires due to the tie between Naruto and the wolf pack leader.

Since that time the lines between Regenerate and Pureblood vampires have become blurred – though some hostilities still linger. It has since been realized that the vampire god, Kyuubi, had returned.”

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Well that’s what everyone said – that doesn’t stop idiots like this ‘Lord’ Mizuki from questioning my rule and challenging me to this pointless combat.

“Just because you performed a coup de tat! You think that gives you the right to bring the rest of us to the level as these new blood maggots?!”

He’s faster than the last one – but he talks more too – fucking annoying – twisting through the air, slashing claws and knives toward my skin – and it’s already put several holes in one of my more comfortable shirts. Pig-bastard.

“You have yet to draw blood, hothead. Care to fight like you talk?” I wonder as he spirals away from me again, not daring to stay too close for too long.

Stupid nobles – just because they aren’t as revered for just being incredibly old – these worms and their pride. It shouldn’t take long though.

He whips by again – a knife cut – my arm lashes out – I don’t need my fire – claws raking up his side – a screech and he flips upside and away – feet clouding up in the dust – a single ribbon of flesh torn open just along his abdomen.

It’s my blood – but it’s fine – I tried to talk to the idiot, but he doesn’t get it – he refuses to understand it. So I’ll just have to make him – or end him.

He howls in shock and rage, pale fingers clutching at the open skin trying to keep the red from pouring out – “My blood! My precioud blood!!” he screeches, trying to catch it up and push it back in – eyes small and shaking in rage turn to me.

“Bastard!!” and the idiot lunges forward – my foot steps back – my fist catches him easily when he lashes around behind – a gasping breath his eyes rolling back white in his skull.

I step up and release him – my leg lashing out – his body flies back the opposite direction – a shaking puking pile of dead moving flesh.

A crushed hand raises slowly in surrender – mottled palm shown upward – and the others around the arena stand to assist, to leave, to tell others who were thinking to challenge me for their honor to not.

How many more months will these idiots think they can get special priveledges for being pureblood, for being old, for being a part of the old Order, for having ‘rooted for me the whole time’? Fucking idiots.

Where’s Darkeyes? He’s still talking with the kings.

“Nice one Naruto, that didn’t take more than three minutes this time.” Tenten’s cool pale arms slip around mine – her chest pressed softly into my muscle – painted lips smiling up at me coy and flirtatious.

“A few more months, maybe they’ll wise up,” I grin to myself, a pale ghostly shadow steps past me.

“Did you break all his bones?” Hinata’s wistful voice inquires as her tools start to buzz before she steps onto the field to examine the body.

“I don’t know,” and I don’t, “I threw him against the wall pretty hard, maybe?”
Hinata sighs and leaves me behind.

Tenten fluidly dropping off my arm as the main corridor opens up to the basin – a huge spiral down and up of stone and layers of sediment and conjuntion – a few stone bridges have been set up on the lower levels but the uppers remain fully rounded and separate.

“Ever think of adding stairs perhaps?” Tenten asks me as she and I both leap upward to the next open level heading over to the fourth alcove.

“Ah… maybe later – tell Tsunade, she’ll see to it,” I wave the idea off – looking back across the basin – I can actually see all the people loitering through the corridors and the open circular ways.

“I’m going to have to catch up with you later, Tenten,” I tell her as I head over to the alcove – where I last left Sasuke discussing expansion plans with the kings.

Tenten giggles beside me, and nods her head – “Sasuke again? Kiss him once for me, won’t you?”

“Blasphemous Tenten, Darkeyes is all mine.”

“What a shame,” she sighs twirling away, “If you didn’t belong to him as well I’m sure we would have been quite lovely.”

“I’m sure of that, doll.”

Then she’s gone and I draw closer and closer to familiar blood both mine and the same and different to what pumps through mine – but his is still.

“If we carve out these wester mountains we could open up a large enough space for at least most of the newer Regenerate caves so everyone’s not living in such close proximity.”

“But if we tunnel out from that direction, isn’t this ground weak? It would collapse, wouldn’t it?”

“Not if we reinforce it – most of it is already solid rock – it’s just the soft dirt at the surface we’re concerned about.”

I hate to interrupt their science/engineering fair here but I want Sasuke for a few hours – just a few!

“What about the shape of this tunneling – if we used more peaking to the design it would give it more stability.”

“I was thinking the same – we could use the steeple construct and--!” Itachi stops as do the rest – the four kings and Sasuke standing around the table sheets of diagrams and physical equations sprawled across the stone. “Naruto! Do you have an opinion concerning the Archanum’s expansion?”

“Yeah, not really,” I admit, my eyes transferring quickly to the other brother, dark eyes narrowing in annoyance. It’s not like this is a frivolous request either. It’s been roughly a year or so since we’ve begun reconstruction. “I’m borrowing Sasuke.”

“I’m working now, can it wait?”

Maybe… but I’d rather not. “Not really.”

He sighs and excuses himself from the meeting – his brother smiling assures he can handle finalizing the plans – and Sasuke follows me out – down the hall – up three layers. My room – his room – ours.

Tender chill muscle and unmoving blood sheathed in layers of skin and dark cloth, alabaster skin, featherblack hair – abyss-like eyes still drown me in them if I stare too long and I can’t breathe.

His eyes narrow again and he starts to speak – reaching out I cover his pink and arctic mouth with mine. My tongue moves into him and the heat spreads an infection through him and then through me.

His sharp tongue darting back into mine stinging my insides – claws wound hard against my neck, prickling the skin – rubbing raw red blood to the surface. Then with a sharp cutting swallow – he shoves my face away – claws cool on my throat.

“So you’re libido is what couldn’t wait?” he asks – amused – voice raw – eyes tinged with red.

I smirk, hands slipping beneath the dark sweater - “It’s not like you’re complaining.” – and I attack his neck – pale skin flaring with color pink and peach – a gentle moan and his blood thaws and flows.

“There are things I need to do,” he protests, but there’s a smirk on his face, a laughing snarl in his voice, “We’re in the middle of reconstruction.”

“It’s been a year.” I object.

He laughs, and his body pressed closer to me, slender hips and bone ground tight against mine – length warming pulsing hard and flush to mine. “It takes more than a year to rebuild our whole society!” he complains, still rocking his body to me.

“If you called me for a threesome, I’ll take a rain-check,” Sakura’s voice cuts across the room, emerald eyes gazing at the two of us calm and vaguely irritated, “Or are you just in the mood to be voyeuristic?”

Sasuke snorts, and glares at me, “Pervert. You could have at least told me.”

“Not really – I called her and you, for something else,” I breath into his neck, willing my body to pull away, “Not that I don’t enjoy this.” I’ll definitely be picking it up later.

Later. Fuck that. Shit. Oh well.

I pull away, and Sasuke rolls his muscles back – shoulders ground together – pink color retreating from his skin, the crimson tinge vanished from abyss-like eyes as if it never existed. “So?”

“Sasuke, may already be aware of this, but this, ‘Naruto’s ‘human’ body is dying,” there it’s out. I’ve admitted what every vampire refuses to admit even about their corpselike guise.

They all are dying and will eventually die – whether they want to or not. They can prolong it and they can hide and run – but it will find them.

Sakura’s face contorts and she glances at Sasuke – his muscles tensed, his face sallow – but yes, he was already aware. I am a god – and the first requisite for immortality is mortality. Fucking shitty.

“I’m thinking of going to sleep.” I tell them, a method to prolong my amusement, delay the inevitable, “Then maybe in a few centuries someone will wake me up when my body is repaired – and I can try to ‘live’ again, as it were.”

“I will still be here.” Sasuke promises.

“So would I.” Sakura asserts immediately after – if Sasuke is my right hand, Sakura is my left – she’s been a huge help in keeping the peace between me and the kings as well as giving me an idea of how to deal with the nobles before and after I’ve kicked their worthless asses.

“I imagine I’ll be deathly bored without you,” Sasuke muses after a moment, “perhaps we would go to sleep together – and wake up in forever.”

Sakura laughs, “I won’t! I’ll have to look after the Archanum while you’re gone!” she grins, “If you’re both asleep someone has to know where you’re sleeping to come wake you in whatever number of years!”

“Sure,” I agree instantly, and grin, “Just don’t get killed!”

“Hmph!” she snorts at me, grinning back, “as if anyone could!”

A thundering resounds on the outside shaking the stones within the halls – a echoing roar shudders through the Archanum – the wolves – and a cry I recognize clearly.

“Gaara.” Sakura notes turning back to me, “I’ll go tell him you’re on your way down.”

“Thanks love!” I call after her as her powerful legs stalk back out of my room – and I feel her body leap and plummet down the levels to the ground stalking toward the lower exit. If not Sasuke, and before Tenten, I’d probably love her!

“I thought I was ‘love’?” Sasuke muses lightly, dark eyes settled back on me, sneering smile in place.

“Love?” I wonder crossing to him, hands pulling his hips to mine again, his shaft still hard against mine – “I need something stronger to describe how I feel about you.”

My lips press hard back to his – cool lips burning at contact – chill tongue snaking out inside me, branding hot – face flush and florid – eyes tinged with red – expressed marked by sexual fervor – his mouth devours me as much as I drink him in.

My teeth crush down hard on him – and metal sweet and bitter floods my mouth and throat – his fangs crushing back down on my tender muscle – spilling my own salt and red between us – his arms wrapped tight around me.

Hips rocking roughly into me as much as I’m bucking back into him – Gaara’s here though – I’m going to have to cut this short.

But for now I can’t stop drinking him into me. It could be decades or centuries and still the intoxication from his blood does not wane.

Your blood always did taste the sweetest.

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The End.

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