I was inspired. That's all there is to it. Warning: Extreme OOC-ness.
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She was in the mall when it happened.
She had been browsing through some of the clothing on sale alone, as usual. Her sister had chosen not to come, and that could be expected. After all, Hanabi wasn't yet in control enough to avoid biting the flesh of a passing mortal, especially if their blood smelled exceptionally delectable. She might even end up killing a person, getting the authorities involved. And if that occurred, the entire clan would have to evacuate immediately. Again.
However, even Hinata, who had been practicing for as long as she could remember, still had to feed before entering a public place. Otherwise the scent of their blood would overpower her.
After deciding there was nothing in the store that interested her, the Hyuuga left and continued her stroll through the mall. And then it happened.
Maybe it was a draft. Maybe it was a sudden movement. Maybe it was a moment of focus. But whatever it was, it was sudden and overpowering.
The most delicious smell had come upon her nostrils, the most luscious, flavorful scent she had ever encountered. She felt each of her powerful muscles tense as an excess flow of venom gushed into her mouth. Where was it coming from? She had to know. She had to.
Her sharp vision locked onto a head of spiky blond hair moving through the crowd, tossing a coin into a huge fountain as he passed it. Hinata didn't even have to take another sniff - she knew that this boy was the source of the most delicious flavor she could imagine. She began to weave through the crowd, lithe as a cat, following the scent. She watched as the boy entered a store, picked out a jacket, and went into a changing room to try it on. Licking her lips, she waited outside until he came out, then pulled on her innocent-but-slutty act.
"Excuse me, but can you help me? I'm kind of lost," she said, approaching him. He blinked at her sudden appearance and extreme looks, then regained his composure. Hinata wasn't surprised. Her perfectly sculpted face, exactly the right shape, size, and paleness, was enough to attract any human - not to mention her larger-than-normal chest and her slim waist.
"Sure. Where do you need to get to?" he asked. Up close, his blood was even more mouthwatering. It took all of the self-composure she had not to tear through his flesh immediately.
She pasted an innocent smile on her face. "Well, I was looking for a guy, actually. And you look like the guy I'm looking for."
The boy blinked again. "Well, I haven't seen anyone who looked like me, but- mm?" His words were muffled as Hinata fiercely pressed her cold lips against his.
"You don't have a girlfriend, do you?" she whispered seductively. She could almost taste his blood on her tongue, feel it dripping down her chin as she drank greedily.
"N-No..."
"Good." She shoved him back into the changing room, locking the door behind them.
Immediately she ripped his shirt from his body - he looked stunned at how quickly and easily she had done this - and she began to kiss him even more ferociously. The boy pushed her off of him.
"Wait a second!" he almost yelled.
Hinata's eyes narrowed; she had been so close to getting the blood she was longing for - the boy was disposable. It was his blood she wanted. She could and probably would kill him - the only reason she was even hesitating was because if he began to scream before she bit him, mortals would come and investigate.
"What is it." It wasn't a question.
"I... I don't even know your name."
"It's Hinata. Now let's get on with it."
"Oh... ok. I'm Naruto."
"Whatever." She pushed him back against the wall and began to kiss him again. Now where should she bite? If she bit his jugular, the blood would explode into her mouth. It would be over far too quickly... she wanted to savor this flavor as long as possible. Perhaps his groin. That way she would get a good fuck in while she was at it. Humans weren't the best at sex, but then again it was annoying doing it with the same men in her clan. They were all related to her, anyway, and that disgusted her a bit. Incest really wasn't her style - she only did it with them when she was absolutely desperate.
But the humans were not only unrelated, they were warm. Heat was something vampires didn't have, as they didn't have blood to begin with. And sex with them was just fabulous. So the groin was probably the best place to go... but then again, she didn't know if she could hold off that long. Now that his shirt was off, she could literally see the blood pulsing under the thin membrane that was his skin. And the smell was close to unbearable. She would have to bite him very soon. There might not be enough time for sex before her instincts overwhelmed her. So she should probably bite him on the lips. A bloody kiss - literally. Her favorite.
He let out a small moan as her fingers traced icily over his skin. Ohh... this was going to be so delicious. Words couldn't convey her longing.
Her eyeteeth scraped the skin along his neck, sensitive to the flow of blood beneath them. She had to hold off, though... he could still begin to panic. It didn't seem like he was going to, though, as his fingers were running through her hair and his body was trembling ever so slightly. She could sense his blood flowing faster through his veins as his heart sped up, and she could feel her canines extending, stretching towards the liquid that she would inevitably feel gushing into her eager mouth.
Huh. The human - Naruto - was eager as well. She could feel something hard throbbing against her thigh and his flesh grew warmer. But that only made her hungrier.
Now her mouth was against his chest, and she could feel his arms grasping behind her, trying to pull off her top. She straightened and drew face-to-face with him. Her white eyes, the eyes of a predator, stared into his blue ones. Should she keep him alive? Relieve him of this pathetic mortal body he was bound to? Or should she drink to her heart's content and watch as his skin puckered and paled, killing him while he was under an immense feeling of pleasure?
And maybe it was the context, maybe it was the longing she felt, but whatever it was she finally lost control. Her tongue running over her bottom lip one last time, her teeth sunk into the flesh that was his his mouth.
Wow. Can't believe I wrote that. I. Wrote that.
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