Heya! I'm here with a new fanfiction, this time a multi-chaptered one! So far, I've planned up to Chapter 13 so it's going to be quiet long.

It's a SasuNaru fanfiction, so no flames about the boy on boy action please!! It's also a vampire fanfic, but it's quite deep on many levels: I've tried to really explore different relationships on all levels between lots of characters. I also hope to shock people (I hope it works ) and produce evil cliffhangers!! Hehe! This is mostly a setting up chapter; the real action starts in the next chapter!

This is based on the concepts of the 'Night World' books by 'L. J. Smith'. I'd recommend any of her books!! Therefore, the Night World does not belong to me.

Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto :( who drew yaoi :) and the Night World belongs to L. J. Smith.

Thanks to my two Beta readers!

And so, it starts!

EDIT: Revised 30/3/07

The Night World: Immortal Affliction

The Night World isn't a place: it's all around us. It's a secret society of vampires, witches, werewolves and other creatures of darkness that live among us. They're beautiful and deadly and irresistible to humans. Your high school teacher could be one, and so could your boyfriend.

The Night World laws say it's okay to hunt humans; -it's okay to toy with their hearts: it's even okay to kill them! However, there are two things that you can't do with them:

1) Never let them find out the Night World exists
2) Never fall in love with one of them

This is a story about what happens when the rules get broken.

Chapter 1 - The Beginning

--

He was running. He wasn't sure what he was running from, but he could feel the presence that had been stalking after him for some time. It made the hairs on the nape of his neck stand on end, a shiver move down his spine as the atmosphere around him had become thick and had made it hard to breathe.

He knew, no doubt, that he was running for his life.

It was dark and it was raining, the harsh drops of water clouding his glasses as he ran through the backstreets of Konoha, a town that didn't seem so quaint anymore. It was getting closer. He could almost feel the bloodlust. He brushed his dripping wet silver bangs from his face and hastily cleared the condensation on his glasses as he ran, stumbling slightly as he turned swiftly into an alleyway.

A dead end. He cursed, clenching his fists and turned around to go the other way.

It was in front of him.

Before his eyes could widen and his mouth could open to scream, he was pushed up against the wall of the alley, his head smashing into the brickwork, the warmth of his own blood dripping down the back of his neck, awakening him.

His glasses fell from his nose as he faced his pursuer: a man.

His face was in shadows, but the moonlight lit up the paleness of his skin. The skin was smooth, not marred in any way and was eerily translucent. His hair was dark, long bangs falling down the sides of his face to his chin and short spikes sticking up at the back. Though his vision was blurry, he knew that his pursuer's hair had a slight blue sheen to it. Holding him tightly against the wall, one strong hand was bunched up in his soaked sweater, the other slowly fingering his neck. He could not move as odd sensations began making him unwillingly crane his neck.

But it was the eyes and the mouth that signalled to him that he had been right; He would die.

And that the man, no, the teenager in front of him, was not human. It was an unearthly beauty.

Blood red eyes. That was all he could stare at. Odd black spots twirled within them lazily, but the effect was almost hypnotising. They were so cold. So dark. So very hungry. Heavy eyelids and eyelashes framed them perfectly, making them seen so very lustful.

His breath hitched in his throat, fear choking him as he glanced at the mouth once more. Blood red lips that were plump and shaped to perfection within a chiselled jaw. There was a small flash of silver that he realised was a lip piercing. Not a ring, but a small silver stud that protruded just below his lower lip on his left side. But it was not this that made him whimper as the non-human pressed closer to him, dark hair tickling his neck.

It was the two sharp upper canines that were elongated within his mouth. It was the way in which he could feel them as his attacker trailed them along the skin on his neck, teasing him with fear. He heard a hiss and he closed his eyes, his hands limp at his sides. He could do nothing.

Except maybe beg, "Please…"

He received a dark chuckle in return that was surely accompanied by a smirk. He felt a smooth tongue lather his skin on his neck before he spoke for the first time, "When you beg, it just makes me more excited."

His voice was quite deep and husky, filled with a coldness that could make water turn to ice. There was no way he could survive; it was all over. He didn't want to admit defeat or give up, but there was no choice. Not when you're in the grasp of something unhuman that should only exist in books.

"You're…you're not real; I'm hallucinating."

He was buying time and the teen that held him knew it. There was a feral hiss on his skin before the cold voice once again floated into his ears, "You wish it wasn't real. You wish this is all a dream and I'm not sorry to tell you that this is harsh reality. No matter how much you're now wishing that you had taken that taxi home, you can't turn the clock back. Hn, I should know."

He could practically feel the hungry gaze bore into his neck before his pursuer continued, "Hn…humans are so weak. They live their lives and complain about the silliest of things, saying that they're not happy for the silliest of reasons and are sad just because someone might have said something rude to them. They're arrogant and selfish. They don't live in the real world. They don't know what pain is."

He froze, his eyes once again locked with the redness of the eyes of the teen that held him.

The next thing he knew was the show of teeth from a smirk and the indescribable pain of two sharp points stabbing into his neck, his own blood being sucked against his own will, dripping onto his clothes and to the floor to mix with the rainwater, his mouth opening into a blood-curdling scream.

Naruto yawned. He couldn't help it. It was late, after midnight and it was raining. All in all, it was dreary. And it had made Naruto tired.

"Stupid Ero-Senin…" he muttered, pulling his hoody tighter over his head. It did nothing to stop the water from seeping through. It was rather thin and a bright orange colour, but it was his favourite item of clothing.

Jiraiya had made him stay extra late at his bookstore, helping him shelve the extra stock. They had drank some tea and had watched some extreme sports. Naruto smiled slightly. Although he was a bit miffed that he was walking home late when he had school the next day, he was happy that he had spent some time with Ero-Senin, as he liked to call him. He was almost like a foster father, looking after his expenses and making sure that he was well and looked after, even if he was 17 years old.

He was the closest thing he had to family.

He side-stepped a puddle, his flame designed converse poking out from his ripped jeans that dragged the floor. He glanced at his watch, frowning at the time once more and the rain that continued to seep down. He began to move faster down the back streets (after all, Jiraiya's shop sold adult books…) when a small noise startled him.

He stopped, immediately glancing to his left, his blond locks flicking into his eyes beneath the hoody. His bright blue eyes looked at a trash can and the accompanying bin bags that moved slightly before a bright orange fox jumped out from between them, its fur soaked.

Naruto smiled as the fox did not run away, but rather looked at him quizzically and stopped in front of him.

The blond teen knew that he was different. He knew he was special in a way and had known this since he was very young. He could understand the fox. He knew from looking at it that it had just eaten for the first time in a few days and that it was a young fox that lived with its brother not too far away beneath the old bridge.

I'm cold, it was telling him, but I like the rain.

Naruto thought he was like those people who could see ghosts or those psychics who could talk to the dead. Similarly, he could understand the emotions of animals, though he connected greatly with foxes. It seemed to somehow lift his loneliness enough for him to make it through the day. No one knew about his gift except himself.

He watched forlornly as the fox bounded away along the dark back streets, out of sight. Sometimes, they followed him home. This was not the case this time. He sighed, stuffing his hands into his jean pockets and continuing on his way until he heard a scream.

Naruto immediately perked up, looking around frantically to pin point which direction the scream had come from. He began to run forwards, not caring about the puddles on the ground anymore. Someone was hurt, someone needed his help. The scream had cut through his body like a knife, signalling just how much pain and fear was infused within it. As he turned a corner, he could hear more stifling noises of pain and desperation that indicated he was going in the right direction.

He didn't care that he could easily meet a murderer or a group of thugs. Naruto knew what pain felt like, perhaps more mental rather than physical, but he wouldn't let someone go through unnecessary pain. Other people's lives were worth more than his. He was selfless and if he couldn't make his own dreams come true, he'd make someone else's.

He slowed down and stopped in a puddle, the rain still falling heavily as he turned to his right and froze.

At first, he thought that he had come across two men in the throes of a sexual act: the way in which one held the other against the wall, their legs virtually entangled and how the one against the wall was perhaps receiving a hickey from the smaller man, who seemed to be sucking at the taller man's neck.

Naruto was ready to blush and turn away, thinking that he had found the wrong source of the scream when the moonlight that had temporarily broken through the clouds shone against the wall, highlighting their features.

It was the way in which the taller man's neck was flopped to the side, his eyes wide and dilated, and his mouth open with nothing but throatless rasps escaping; the way in which he seemed boneless and that the smaller man was holding him up effortlessly.

The blood that Naruto could now distinguish and clearly smell that dripped down the taller man's neck and onto the floor.

Then he heard the hiss. The smaller man's face removed itself from the crook of the neck and in an instant, turned and locked eyes with Naruto's. Ruby red eyes on pale, alabaster skin with a pink glow on the cheeks met bright blue eyes on a tanned, whiskered face that was white from shock.

There was blood all around his mouth and Naruto couldn't move as he watched the teen step back slowly from his prey, letting the twitching victim fall to the floor with a groan, and proceed to lick his swollen lips, elongated teeth glinting.

Naruto wanted to run, but he found himself incapable of moving. This was not real, he found himself thinking as the teen (he could clearly see that the thing in front of him looked around his age) stepped out of the alley way towards him. A whimper of something escaped his throat before the blond fisted his fingers and willed his body to move. Whatever was in front of him was unearthly.

He couldn't see exactly what this thing looked like. It was too dark, too murky: it looked like a shadow. All he could make out was the bloody mouth, glinting teeth and the red eyes. A memory began to unravel in his mind when movement suddenly quashed it.

It was around a foot away from him now and Naruto saw that he was the shorter of the two by only a couple of inches. He wondered fleetingly how the thing in front of him had managed to move so quickly towards him with a grace that only a cat could possess. Naruto could imagine the sinewy muscles beneath the dark clothes the shadow figure wore. Shouldn't something like this only exist in horror books?

The red eyes glowed and then he spoke.

"It's a shame that you've come here when I'm full…"

The voice was deep and rich like coffee, with an air of smugness and danger. It was husky, throaty and it sent a shiver down Naruto's spine that he had never felt before. Danger radiated off the teen in front of him in waves in his satiated state. He seemed invigorated and satiated. He fully expected the voice to be very cold, but he could pick up tones of something in there that inexplicably told him that this thing could easily live in the human world.

The words then registered in his mind and his eyes widened.

Suddenly, all he could see was the redness of his eyes as they began to spin and spin and spin until it was all he could see. His mind was hazy, darkness threatening to overwhelm him, his mind telling him that he should know something and the last thing he heard as he slipped into darkness was his voice once more.

"…Because teenage blood always tastes nicer…"

He felt a strange sensation flicker across his body, which told him that he was about to wake up. The cobwebs of his sleepy mind cleared and he groaned as he opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was white and then he realised that only one place he knew had that particular light on its ceiling.

He was home. In his bed.

Naruto immediately sat up, his breathing unsteady as he gripped his blankets which were wet from his clothes. He frowned, trying to arrange his memories into some form of semblance when his bedroom door opened.

"Gaara!" he exclaimed as his red haired friend entered holding a glass of water. It wasn't everyday that one of his strangest friends visited him.

They had become friends when he had first entered high school. Naruto had seen the strange and inquisitive looks that Gaara had given him during their first week and had been stumped when the red head, who seemed to have strange social skills, had walked up to him and had told him simply, "I want to be your friend." That and the odd tattoo on his forehead.

It was strange. Many people were quite wary of Gaara because he held an air of mystery and danger, giving glares to many people for no apparent reason. However, he had wanted so desperately to be friends with the blond. Naruto had seen how they were quite similar and very different in others. He also knew that what other people thought of him was just his odd exterior. Inside, he was a wounded soul who didn't understand a lot of the workings of the world. Naruto had also laughed when Gaara had told him that he wanted to train to be a vet. He had then told him that as one of his best friends, he would help him in any way towards his goal.

Gaara was also strangely protective of him- always looking out for him and making sure that he was eating healthily and keeping up his exercise. A brother of sorts.

But that didn't explain why Gaara was in his apartment. It was early, Naruto deduced, glancing at his radio clock which showed 5.30am.

"Hey, Gaara, what are you doing here so early in the morning? And why am I all wet?"

He accepted the glass of water as the red head sat down on his bed in his usual jeans and trench coat. He drank, wondering why he was so thirsty and at the same time wide awake as Gaara spoke.

"You don't remember?"

Naruto frowned, "I dunno, it seems all a bit fuzzy."

Gaara looked at him intensely, "I've told you before not to walk around the back streets too late at night, Naruto. I found you passed out in a puddle on the ground near to Jiraiya's shop after midnight."

Naruto bit his lower lip, taking in the information, "So I was out cold in the rain. Now that you mention it, I do remember leaving the shop late, stupid Ero-Senin, and walking back…hm…yeah, that's about it. I must've passed out or something as I was walking."

He placed the glass down next to his radio clock and smiled, "Thanks, Gaara, for not leaving me out in the cold. What were you doing at the south of town at that time of night, anyway?"

Gaara smirked slightly, ignoring the question and placing a serious expression on his face as he stood and stretched, looking directly into blue eyes as he walked to the door, "Be careful, Naruto."

He made a move to leave, his hand grasping the doorknob before Naruto took in the seriousness of his words, "Wait, Gaara…what do you mean? Don't worry about me fainting again! This was a one off, I swear."

Gaara paused, turning to meet his friend, his green eyes intense, "Just be careful, Naruto. See you at school."

And then he was gone. Naruto heard his bedroom door close, the walking of steps and then his front door close. It was then that he realised that Gaara had been talking more about something other than his fainting. He pondered on it for a while before grinning to himself.

"Breakfast Ramen!" he said as he vaulted out of his bed. He then realised that he was still wet and scratched the back of his head like he did when he was nervous, "I guess a shower first before I freeze."

Sasuke Uchiha opened his eyes, squinting as the bright sunlight of dawn hit his sensitive retinas as he sat on a random rooftop. He wondered why the Elders of the area didn't keep the area overcast more than they already did. Sunlight did nothing to his kind's body, but it was still harsh and diminished their powers slightly. If he were any more powerful, he would use his power to ensure that it remained cloudy most of the time. His clan, a strong formidable lamia vampire clan, had once been at the fore front of the Council, but that had ceased long ago.

He dragged his black jean-clad knees closer to his body, his arms wrapped around them loosely. A swift breeze rustled his obsidian locks across his vision before they settled in place once more. It had stopped raining an hour before, leaving a wet sheen across the town of Konoha that he could see from the rooftop he was sitting on.

He could feel his blood rushing through his veins, his muscles aching with excitement and the urge to release his energy. He felt overloaded with haemoglobin and it felt good. He had not feasted like that in a long time. He left himself a mental note to thank that damn vampire hunter Hyuuga for edging him into a beastly mood.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden presence of another Night World being behind him and he hastily turned around, preparing to change so he could attack, when he saw who it was.

"Kakashi …" he muttered.

He was still the same as he had left him four months ago: his silver hair skewed across his head, a small folded bandanna that looked liked a headband that covered his left eye and the mask that covered his lower face. All that was visible was one eye of a speckled grey-ish blue. His clothes were dark and covered all of his skin. The book in his hand was different to the one that he had last seen him holding. The glowing aura that he seemed to be freely emitting told Sasuke that he had recently eaten.

Said man sat himself down next to him, "Ah, so you're still dropping the 'sensei' honorific. It's taken me months to track you."

"Hn, I'm not an Uchiha for nothing."

"Which doesn't mean that you can go off the rails and run across the country. Orochimaru went berserk, calling upon the witches of Circle Midnight to track you down," said Kakashi, scrunching up his nose and closing his book.

"I can go where I please; you're not my guardian and Orochimaru most definitely isn't. And you still insist on following me around on a promise to a dead man," Sasuke spat.

Kakashi's visible eye narrowed, his head turning sharply to look at the other vampire, "Sasuke…you shouldn't disrespect the dead like that. And you know full well how much I respected him."

"He changed you into a vampire. Shouldn't you hate him because he entangled you into the world of everlasting life and made you dependant on human's blood? Hate him because you had to watch as the people around you left as time passed and the world changed?" Sasuke challenged. His mood was still not stable even after having a filling meal, "I don't even know how you survived the change. Anyone over the age of nineteen dies when they are turned."

Kakashi sighed, "Harsh as always. You lamia vampires seem to think that you're the high end of the vampires when you're no different to us made vampires. You stopped physically growing up a long time ago, Sasuke…but you're stuck in a mentality of one who has still to see a lot of things in this world. You still pursue the path of vengeance and seek to avenge your clan. I've told you that you should forget about it, as it only brings more pain and death. I know that myself."

"Don't patronise me," Sasuke replied, his body tensing and his eyes threatening to turn into their red hues, "no matter what you say, you can't sway me. I will find Itachi, the one who dared to kill his own kind and his own family and turn him into ash. No doubt about it."

Kakashi looked at him calmly, seeing the frustration clearly in obsidian eyes, "You should know I'm always here to help you then."

"I don't need your pity, Kakashi. Just…just leave me alone."

There was silence afterwards in which the sun had now fully risen, casting its unwelcome morning glow onto them. Kakashi observed his student, although it had been a long, long time since he had really taught him anything. He had often wished that Sasuke would be more willing of his offers of help, but the lamia vampire was proud and his mind's roots ran far deeper than what he showed on his outer expressions. And even though Sasuke had made him feel unwelcome in their first meeting in four months, Kakashi knew that Sasuke somewhat appreciated that he was there.

He was not as stable as he let others to believe and Kakashi knew it too well. After all of these hard, long years, he knew how frustrated the teen felt at being no closer to Itachi, his older brother and vampire genius. A rogue vampire was not easy to track, especially one as powerful as Itachi. It had been too long since Sasuke had felt any type of peace. Kakashi wished more than anything that Sasuke could just live a normal life. As normal as any vampire could live in the Night World.

"You've overfed, Sasuke," he commented.

"And?"

"That's very unlike you. I mean, you always take more than you can survive with, but this time you've taken much more. You're practically giddy and glowing."

Sasuke smirked, standing up, "The more blood, the more Power. I can also use it to train to my full potential. Now, leave me be."

"I hope you left the human somewhere he could be found."

"As always," he replied, "Anyway, I was interrupted. I erased his memory."

Kakashi also stood up, analysing the words he had heard, "Ah. You know how easy it is to mess up someone's memory when you're pumped with as much blood as you were last night."

Sasuke stopped his descent down the slope of the roof and looked over his shoulder to the other vampire, "That's why I'm going to make sure that it worked when I track him down later. I'm certain he goes to the high school in this area so I'll follow him home. He'll be a good evening meal. He was ever so scared…"

Kakashi recognised the predatory look in the teen's eyes and smirked to himself. He himself knew the adrenaline one got from seeing the fear in someone's eyes before they drank their life essence. He briefly remembered a time when he had drank only animal's blood instead of humans due to his disgust at his inability to control his lust for human blood. It had not lasted long.

In the world that shared both the Human World and the Night World, the creatures of the darkness were the ones that actually ruled. And that wasn't ever going to change.

Naruto stretched his arms above his head, happy that the school day was over. He was tired from his lack of sleep the night before and wanted nothing more then to sleep.

"Ne, Naruto, wanna come to the arcade?"

The blond turned in his seat, watching as one of his other best friends walked over to him.

"Nah, sorry Kiba. I'm shattered. I'm going to eat some Ramen then sleep until tomorrow."

He stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder, loosening his already loose red and black striped school tie, which complimented an untucked white school shirt, a black blazer jacket and his still damp converses. Kiba snorted as they exited the classroom, making their way through the crowded corridor as people emptied their lockers for the day.

"How's Akamaru, Dog-Boy?"

Kiba smiled, "Better, Feline! My sis healed him all up. I should be able to go for a walk with him by tomorrow."

Naruto smiled, glancing at Kiba. Their nicknames for each other were well earned. Kiba's shaggy brown hair cut, odd tattoos, his slightly pointy teeth and his love for dogs (which Naruto found quite adorable) instantly earned him his nickname. Kiba, not wanting to be the only one with a silly name, called Naruto 'Feline' due to the whisker like birthmarks upon his cheeks. They had been friends since before high school and had always played pranks when they were younger. Not that they had necessarily grown out of that stage.

"That's great," nodded Naruto as they continued to walk, "though Gaara was hoping he could take a look at him, you know, with him aspiring to become a vet."

Kiba's smile dropped, his eyes narrowing before he sighed, "Sorry Naruto, nothing against you, but he's not going near Akamaru."

Naruto frowned before smiling, poking Kiba in the ribs with his elbow, "God, you've got to tell me what you've got against Gaara one day. You've been like wary of him since we first met him. You just tense up and like growl when he comes near you."

Kiba shrugged, giving his best friend a gentle noogie, the black ring on his middle finger nudging into his head, "Nothing important, Feline, I just do. But I can put up with him for you. You're still cheerful, though you said you were tired. Oh, look, there's Sakura."

Naruto looked to his left to see Sakura emptying her school books into her locker, her blossom coloured hair secured by a cherry red headband, her school uniform similar to the boys except that she wore her own denim jacket and had on a grey tartan kilt and what Naruto liked to call, 'killer shoes and socks.'

"Sakura!" he called. He smiled as she turned towards him, green eyes friendly and warm. They had been friends the longest. Naruto could just briefly remember asking her to play in the sand pit with him when he was in nursery school. They had instantly clicked and were best of friends, as close as male and female friends could be.

"Hey, Naruto. How are…woah!!" she cried as she tried to balance herself as he glomped her, his arms going around her neck. He was happy to see her.

Naruto grinned, letting her go and steadying her as she said hello to Kiba, "Sakura, where have you been all week? I called you but there was no answer."

She smiled, closing her locker, "My mum grounded me and took my phone. I've got it back now though. You know how she is. I've been a little under the weather so I took it easy and slept."

Naruto pouted, "Lucky, I hardly slept yesterday night. Early night for me tonight! I'm glad that you're better. You missed so many lessons, but it's not like you need them. I'm still unsure as to why you're so clever."

"Baka," she snorted as they all walked towards the exit doors, "I've told you that all the sugar you're eating is not doing you any favours. You're lucky that you don't put on any weight. You're as skinny as ever."

"Why?" teased Naruto, winking, "Checking me out, darling?"

She squatted him across the head and Kiba laughed at her usual antics. They both bid him a goodbye as they parted at the school gates as they were both heading for the arcade.

Ten minutes later, along the quietness of the road with the pretty houses that he always liked to admire, Naruto stopped and his eyes widened, "Damnit! I forgot to meet Gaara!"

He bit the inside of his lip and shrugged his shoulders, deciding to call him later. He continued to walk along the road, turning into his street. His apartment block was at the end of the road, backing onto the east of the town centre. He whistled a nameless tune, his hands in his pocket, bag across his shoulders before he felt the hairs on the nape of his neck rise.

He stopped. For some unknown reason, Naruto knew that he was being followed. He turned, but the street was empty as well as the pavement.

He frowned and continued to walk in his original direction. He entered the middle section of the street where there were parked cars on his left and a steep grass slope that rose to a small wall on his right. He could still feel an ominous feeling within his bones and he quickened his steps, glancing around him as the only noises he could hear was the distant sound of the traffic from the centre of town and the rustling of the leaves upon the trees.

It was then that he noticed someone sitting on the wall a little on front of where he was walking. As he got closer, he realised that it was a guy, a teenager around the same age as him. He was dressed all in black, dark hair covering his face and he was leaning on his hands, his elbows on his knees as he stared into the road. Naruto decided to ignore him and within a few seconds was about to pass directly in front of him on the pavement. The only thing that separated them was the three to four metres of the grass slope.

But something called to Naruto. He felt a tight feeling in his chest and a weight on his shoulders as he walked past, and he knew that the mysterious person on the wall was staring at him intently as if he was going to disappear or something.

Naruto couldn't resist turning his head to look. It was an impulse that he couldn't quash, a tightness that he couldn't ignore and something that he couldn't explain made him turn his head to the right as he passed in front of him. He took a quick glance to see if he was in any danger.

Naruto didn't mean to slow down. He didn't mean to stop. He didn't mean to completely turn to stare at the strange teenager that sat on the wall.

His heart thudded deeply, the dull sound of the contractions of his heart resonating throughout his body along with a feeling of constriction that he could not put a name to. Deep sapphire eyes met onyx black eyes, his eyes taking in the face structure, the dark hair and the overall look of the person who he had locked eyes with on the wall.

Naruto's eyes widened in recognition and his mouth opened.

"…Itachi?"

Perched upon the wall, his eyes directly locked with the blonds', Sasuke's eyes gleamed dangerously at being called the name of the person he so desperately wanted to find and destroy.

--

End of Chapter 1

And so it begins. Why can Naruto communicate with animals? Who are the lamia vampires? How are they different to the made vampires? How does Naruto know Itachi?

You'll find out soon enough!

An important note: the next chapter will not be up for at least a month, maybe a bit more. I am swamped with coursework and exams until June 20th, and it is only then that I will be able to write full time. I have almost finished the 2nd chapter and will hopefully write the third so that I can reduce the time between updates. After June 20th, I will continually write and finish this fanfic hopefully before I go to Uni in September!

Molest that review button (smiles) hehe. Let me know what you think!