If I Was Your Vampire

Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. I make no profit from the writing of this story. Title taken from a song by Marilyn Manson of the same name. Don’t own that, either.

 

Summary: He thought vampires were supposed to get hurt by holy water, garlic, and crosses. Apparently, these two didn’t get the memo. [SasuNaru, ItaNaru, Uchihacest, AU, yaoi]

 

A/N: This is a little something I decided to write since I have writer’s block for Reckless Hearts. Hmm. I hope you guys enjoy this. It’s my first vampire fic!

 

What I really want to know is: continue or stop here? You guys decide! I'm just not sure where it's going to lead, but if you like it enough, let me know and I'll write more! I do have a few ideas, though, and I'll probably get the first chapter up soon.

 

 

 

If I Was Your Vampire

 

 

 

He could hear his own footsteps echoing on the wet pavement, heard them echoing off of the alley walls. His breath was harsh in his ears, as was the pounding of his heart. He was running as fast as he could, but he knew that the strange man chasing him was faster.

 

He screamed when a heavy hand landed on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks, his whole body freezing with fear. A warm, wet something trailer over the shell of his ear, before two decidedly sharp teeth nipped at the cartilage.

 

“You smell good enough to eat. ” Came the soft voice from behind him, making the unholiest of shivers run through him. An arm wound its way around his neck, cutting off his windpipe. He gasped softly and clawed at the appendage, eyes going wide in helpless desperation. “Don’t worry. ” The voice cooed into his ear, the tongue giving it another lick. “It’ll only hurt for a second. ”

 

He didn’t believe a word this stranger was saying, but in the end it didn’t matter, because there were sharp teeth sinking into his neck and the arm had dropped to rest around his waist. It hurt. All he could think about was the pain, and how close he was to passing out.

 

The stranger behind him sucked at his neck, pulling his blood out of veins to feed his voracious appetite. After a few seconds, the pain faded and all he was left with was the fear and the odd pleasure of the rough tongue on his neck.

 

He wasn’t expecting to be attacked by a vampire on his way home from work tonight. Hell, he didn’t even know they actually existed.

 

The stranger finally pulled away after what seemed like forever, and licked the marks he had so graciously put on the smaller man in his arms. The body shivered and went limp, apparently passing out from the fear and loss of blood. The stranger smirked lightly and let his collapse onto the ground before making his way towards the sleek, dark car parked on the corner.

 

He may have been a vampire, but walking around in the middle of the night was suspicious, no matter how you looked at it.

 

The car door opened as soon as he reached it, and an arm just as pale as his own pulled him inside to sit on the plush, leather seats. The other man was the spitting image of him, except he was smaller and his hair stuck up in the back like the back of a chicken.

 

Pale lips curled up into a smirk, which was mirrored by the man next to him.

 

“You smell good, niisan.”

 

White teeth gleamed in the darkness of the car as it drove away from the alleyway he had fed in.

 

“We should've kept him. ” The younger vampire said softly, sniffing slightly at the shoulder that was pressing into his. “I want to play with him, too.”

 

The man at his side snorted and shifted in his seat.

 

“Not tonight, Sasuke. You can find him again another night.” The older vampire told him, running his fingers through the soft, dark hair on his shoulder.

 

Sasuke scowled and tuned his eyes towards the car’s tinted window.

 

“Fine. But I still need to feed, Itachi. You owe me.” Sasuke mumbled, crossing his arms like some petulant child even though he was over three hundred years old. His older brother sighed and ruffled his hear affectionately.

 

“Of course, otouto. ” He sighed, and then glanced back out the window. The blonde man was just lying there, in the shadows where a normal person couldn’t see. He hadn’t been able to resist having a taste of that delicious blood that seemed to call to him so strongly.

 

He was still craving it, even now.

 

He bit into his lip as he leaned further into his baby brother’s cold body, feeling the headiness of the blood in his veins.

 

Next to him, Sasuke was licking at the point of his teeth, eager for his own meal.

 

 

 

Tbc?