Odontophobia

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Odontophobia

prologue

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It is a sin to have sexual intercourse before marriage.

It is also a sin to eat after you have filled yourself.

Sasuke Uchiha had committed both in one night...

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I looked away from the cold body next to me. The sun hadn't risen yet but, I could feel the lethargy I had felt before gone from my body. It had been a good seventy-two hours since I was last awake and the deceased woman next to me was already stiffening with rigamortis. Her face, which had once been beautiful, was now nothing more than what looked like old leather. Her mouth was agape. Eyes wide, nostrils flaring, jaw slack in a never-ending scream. Her hair even seemed a duller blond than it was when I first met her. I mused over this as I watched her decaying form thoughtfully.

The ceiling was leaky and droplets would circumstantially sputter into my damp, inky thatched hair every few seconds. One stray droplet escaped and dribbled down the contours of my nose, resting on the tip, where it dripped onto her rough cheek.

Before her, it had been a month since I had last killed and I hadn't become any better at restraining myself since my first meal three hundred years ago during the industrial revolution. I could still remember each slaughter clearly. Distinctly. No matter how many meals I'd had, the aftermath was always the same. I, Sasuke Uchiha, yearned for more. I was a greedy one, you could say...

Fifteen thousand nine hundred and eight humans, talons- as my kind called them. I had killed, on average, one human per week since my birth and momentarily grieved for each one. The grieving was customary for my kind. To not do so would surely bring bad luck. Not that I believed in luck, only skill.

However, it didn't grieve me enough to starve myself over it. I was a vampire. And an old one at that. And vampires were known to be greedy. I was known as many things and greed was one of the seven. Just one of my seven sins.

If there was one thing that I was good at, no, great at- it was sinning. It seemed to come naturally to me since childhood. The more the merrier. After all, I was damned since birth. Who wouldn't be after killing their mother during labor...? I had been born a monster and damned to hell since being conceived. No matter what I did, nothing could stop me. At least, that was how I felt until I met HER.

No, I wouldn't go into detail at the moment. It was a long and boring story anyway...

I gathered myself away from my thoughts and turned once more to the lifeless shell next to me. I could slightly smell her murk already. It was unbearably hot in the grungy apartment and the moon was brightly illuminating us through the draft boards across the windows. The stifling heat from the night breezing in, rotting the human flesh.

I took a second to appreciate her sacrifice for my hunger as I nimbly lifted a finger to wipe away the pooling of water on her cheek, gently trailing along the skin there.

A slight gash followed behind my fingertip's course. 'No blood,' I noted to myself in a questioning tone. I must have been starving to suck her dry.

As I observed the wound, I fell back into my thoughts. It still amazed me, the frailty of human life. I had witnessed it many of times but it never ceased to catch my attention. A human could be killed with the simplest of things. Whether it be heat, cold, sickness, or drinking too much water... Humans being killed by the very things that keep them alive. 'How pathetic,' I thought, disgusted.

I gracefully covered her body with a clean sheet and headed for the exit. Morning was coming in a few hours and the "other one" would be worried...