Chapter 1

Shallow vampire

It was difficult for Sasuke to concentrate on his reading. The room was dark – he only had the light of one small candle on his desk - but that was not the issue. His supernatural sight allowed him to see just fine. Shikamaru and Kiba were being so damn loud as they kept arguing for no reason. They were immortal yet they seemed to have the maturity of little children, in Sasuke's opinion anyway.

"Stupid fucking game!" Kiba cursed, throwing the chess game on the floor in frustration while Shikamaru stared.

"Actually, there was a possibility for you to win, if you had moved your knight here..." Shikamaru started explaining.

"Shut up!" Kiba yelled. "I don't want to hear it!"

Sasuke sighed and closed his book, giving up on trying to focus on the elaborate storyline. He glanced around the living room. He had decorated himself. There was an old but still functioning piano, some renaissance paintings on the blood red walls and ornate black furniture. The house had this dark and gothic vibe to it.

He glanced at his two friends – more like acquaintances really, who happened to be living with him but that was a long story. Kiba still looked pissed that he had lost some game, and Shikamaru was lying down on the black leather couch, his hand thrown in his messy long brown hair.

"Where are the girls?" Sasuke asked.

"They went to some after party… with some dudes..." Kiba said, rolling his eyes.

Sasuke glared at him from across the room. Kiba flinched.

"You know I don't like it when you leave these two alone," Sasuke said.

Shikamaru turned his head to look at him and he spared Kiba the trouble of answering that. "Relax Sasuke. They won't do anything crazy."

Sasuke wasn't worried for the girls themselves. Rather, he was afraid they would do something stupid. For instance, last time one of the girls – Sakura - had been hunting alone, she ended up killing some guy because she couldn't stop drinking his blood until it was too late.

Of course, she had come back crying and begging Sasuke to do something, anything. And obviously, there was nothing much Sasuke could do, except do all the dirty work himself. Sakura being so useless, he'd had to destroy the body, erasing all evidence of what had taken place. He could've sent Kiba or Shikamaru to do it but… Kiba probably wouldn't have done a proper job, and Shikamaru, that lazy ass, would've spent the whole time arguing about how troublesome it all was.

Kiba said, "Hinata's with her this time. So… don't worry too much."

It seemed Kiba had been thinking the same thing. Sasuke ignored him. He couldn't help having a bad feeling, and he didn't need Kiba's lame attempts at reassuring him. He sighed and ran long pale fingers through his raven locks. He went to sit at the piano to play one of his compositions. It soothed him. Kiba and Shikamaru left the room because they knew he didn't like being listened at.

Toward the end of the piece he improvised a little, trying to take his mind off things by losing himself in the soft, somewhat melancholic notes. Throughout his long existence, he had learned how to play many instruments, but piano had always remained his favorite.

Despite the music calming his nerves his thoughts kept haunting him. He knew Hinata was reasonable, even though she was the youngest vampire of their group. She was so sensitive that she forced herself not to hurt anyone. She preferred animal blood most of the time – Sasuke knew of very little vampires who could pull that off. Basically, it was better than no blood at all, but he could honestly say it was the foulest thing he had ever tasted.

But the reason he was so stressed out was because of Akatsuki. They were the highest and most dangerous vampire organization out there. Their power and influence had gotten to their heads and they were out of control, adding one ridiculous rule after another, and killing any vampire who disobeyed. Well, lately it seemed they were killing any vampire whose face they didn't like.

Sasuke suddenly stopped playing and his whole body tensed. He felt Sakura and Hinata's presences, but there was someone else with them; a human. As he got up and walked to the hall, Shikamaru and Kiba joined him. Seconds later, the door opened violently and Hinata threw herself in Kiba's arms, bloody tears running down her pale white cheeks and her long black hair a mess.

"I couldn't do it!" She choked out between sobs. "I couldn't stop drinking… his blood! Oh God…"

Kiba frowned, but he wrapped his arms around her to try and calm her down.

Sasuke brought his attention to Sakura. She walked inside, carrying someone on her back. She threw him on the floor then kicked the door shut with her high heel clad foot. She sleeked out her short red dress and long pink hair before looking up.

"Sasuke, I told her that we should just finish him off and take care of the body but..."

"No!" Hinata yelled.

Sakura sighed. "But she wouldn't let me." She smiled and stepped closer to Sasuke. "I can do it if you want. I can repay for my previous mistakes." She raised a hand to touch Sasuke's face but he smacked it away.

"Just shut up." He finally looked down at the unconscious guy. He couldn't be very old. He had lost a lot of blood…

"Hinata," Sasuke called and the trembling and sobbing girl pulled away from Kiba's embrace to step in front of him obediently.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, "I don't want him to die."

She sounded so sincere. She was such a unique being. No other vampire would care so much for a human life. Sasuke's expression softened, which didn't happen very often to say the least. But he knew that it was too late to save this guy's life – his human life anyway.

Sasuke put a knee down next to him and he slid his arms under him to lift him up. It was very easy for him as he had unbelievable strength and this guy weighed nothing. He couldn't be much more than eighteen years old. There were fang marks on his neck and the blood stained his skin and blond hair. Even though he wasn't thirsty at the moment, this guy's blood was tempting. But he had enough self control.

So he brought him to his private room. He could hear the others whispering behind the closed door. Hinata was crying. They thought he was going to finish him off. Of course they would think that.

For some reason Sasuke didn't feel like it. Instead he cut his own pale wrist with his fangs and let a few drops of his old supernatural blood pour down onto the guy's lips, and into his mouth. He was curious to see if this would work.

He only had to wait a few seconds. Soon he heard a very weak moan and blue eyes fluttered open. Sasuke just looked at him for a moment. Truth be told, he was quite good looking.

This was such an idiotic decision; a whim, really. But he cut his wrist again – deeper this time – and offered it to him.

"Just drink it," Sasuke locked eyes with him. "If you don't want to die."

He must have been convincing enough because the human pressed his lips closer to the pale wrist and let the blood fill his mouth. He was too weak at first, but slowly he managed to lift his hand to hold Sasuke's wrist. His eyes were closed now, and he furrowed pale eyebrows slightly as he drank hungrily. This was a normal reaction. Sasuke had done this before.

But there was something that needed to be done if this was going to work. The supernatural blood was like a poison. If Sasuke only gave him some of his blood, then this guy would die anyway before the end of the night.

So he pulled back his wrist, the human's weak grip not nearly enough to keep him close. Blurry blue eyes looked at him. He was drunk on his blood. Sasuke bared his fangs at him and the guy flinched – it seemed he still had enough sanity in there to be afraid of him. But Sasuke was trying to save him.

"I have to drink your blood, too…" He whispered, looking at the flawless, pale brown skin on the side of the neck that Hinata hadn't touched. In a split second he bit him and started drinking. The blond guy tried to push him away but there was nothing much he could do.

The supernatural blood was a poison, and their mixed blood was the antidote. Sasuke couldn't drink from him before; it would have finished him off. But he was positive this would work anyway.

When he pulled away it was clear the guy was feeling dizzy again. Sasuke had his arm around his shoulder and he held him up.

"What's your name?"

"Um, whoever and whatever the fuck you are…" He said defiantly, yet his voice was still weak, "Mind telling me what the fuck's going on?"

"I'm trying to save your life… Do you want some more of this?" Sasuke flashed his fangs again before cutting his own wrist, just like before.

"Yeah," he said drunkenly, "I mean, I'm probably dreamin' but… this shit is like a fucking drug, like, morphine or something… It makes me feel so…" He licked Sasuke's bloody wrist.

"Good?" He offered, a hint of a smile on his lips.

He was ignored. The guy was just drinking his blood again. Soon it would be over. But for now, Sasuke let him have as much as he wanted.

Even though he probably had absolutely no clue what was happening, but his body was undeniably already craving the powerful blood that would make him strong. The more blood Sasuke gave him, the stronger he would be.

Sasuke could feel his friends tense and basically freak out in the hallway. They could smell his blood and they were probably wondering if he had gone mad. But he couldn't care less at the moment, he was enjoying this. That guy was hot, and he had attitude. Hinata had good taste. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea.

He hadn't done this in a very long time. There were rules against this, of course. Akatsuki, these crazy bastards, were supposedly regulating all new vampires. You couldn't just turn whoever you wanted without asking them, or they would go out of their way to destroy you for disobeying. Apparently there were too many vampires in the world already, so if you wanted to change someone, you needed their approval. How stupid was that? What reason was better than another? Oh hey, this is my human girlfriend, can I please change her so we can have amazing vampire sex? Really now. They probably never gave their approval anyway.

And in cases like this, when it was almost too late for a human, well there was simply no time.

He stopped drinking. He tried to say something but the words seemed to be stuck in his throat. Sasuke pulled away from him to let him sleep this off. Those blue eyes looked at him for a little longer then they were squeezed shut as he turned to his side and held his waist. Yeah, the transformation wasn't always a pleasant experience. This would take some time.

The window in his bedroom had a wide enough lower frame, where he sometimes liked to sit. So he lifted himself up there, pulling up one leather clad leg and folding it as he stared at the moon. He glanced at him but he was deep into sleep now. Waiting was the only thing left to do. Dawn wasn't far now.

Sasuke heard a knock on the door. It was Shikamaru. Only he was foolish enough to disturb him.

"Come in," he said.

Shikamaru opened the door slowly. "The others already went to sleep."

Sasuke barely nodded, drifting his black gaze out the window again. He liked watching the sunrise, until it started to hurt his skin anyway. There was some more time left before he needed to shut the blinds and thick black curtains.

Shikamaru looked at the sleeping form and sighed. "What the fuck did you do?"

Actually Shikamaru didn't seem to be mad at him, he probably just found the situation beyond troublesome.

"You gave him a lot, didn't you?" Shikamaru said simply when Sasuke wasn't answering.

Sasuke looked at him, but still he said nothing. He wasn't very big on conversation, especially when he was annoyed. He didn't want to talk about this right now. Shikamaru was asking stupid questions. Of course he had given him a lot. If he was going to make a vampire, then he was going to do it right.

Eventually he said, "I'll deal with the consequences, so don't worry about it."

Shikamaru crossed his arms. "So why did you do it?"

"Felt like it," Sasuke answered, averting his gaze.

Shikamaru just stared. "You felt like it? All right, I'll admit Hinata was a heart breaking sight tonight but this…" he pointed vaguely at the bed, where Naruto seemed rather pale now, "this is so…"

"Troublesome?" Sasuke finished for him. "Yeah, I know. Now get the fuck out."

His friend just shook his head in disbelief, but he did as he was asked. He wasn't too offended; he was used to Sasuke's mood swings by now.

After he had left and closed the door, Sasuke secured the window so that no light could slip inside. Then he went to lie down on the king sized bed, next to the guy he had just given a whole new life to.

Author's note:

Nothing much changed in the first chap but a lot more changes in the rest... All that stuff that didn't make sense or that people didn't like in the first story, well, that's not gonna happen here of course.

Oh and if you're a new reader, cool! That's awesome. See ya next time

(And about my story Fire and ice, if you care, it's kinda on hiatus right now. I was working on Whispers in the dark this summer and found this on my computer so I decided to re-upload on the meantime)