Sweet as blood.

Summary: To get the ones that stole everything from him; his family, his friends, his dreams and his life. Sasuke will stop at nothing to feel their blood soak his hands.... even at the price of his last desire; Hinata. Werewolf fic.

A4TN: Okay this is my werewolves story lol and I really need to get a beta.... *sigh* sorry for any mistakes and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or werewolves lol!

Prologue:

It's sick, not sweet.

"It's a hunger that cannot be filled; it's a thirst that cannot be quenched..... It's a pain that will never heal,"

The lock clicked jolting her into reality and out of the pleasant dreams she was having.

"S-sasuke?" she asked into the darkness.

For a second something in there stop moving before the moons soft raises are blocked out showing a shadow of a person.

"It's repulsive..... Not sweet." He mumbled to himself as he stared at the crescent shaped moon. Squinting to take a better look at her partner; she now could see black patches coating his white shirt that now were close to rages.

"Sasuke." She tried once again but this time stronger walking to him; hoping for once she could stop his pain.

He swiftly passed her with such grace and speed it took her breath away. "Not sweet," he mumbled once more going into the bathroom.

"She said it was sweet..... She's wrong.... it's disgusting! Sickening! It's filth!" He kept ranting to himself as he switched on the shower; his thoughts over lapping with one another as reason and sense became to drift to the back of his mind.

The door creaked open but it went unnoticed to the raven as he continued to go thru his quite rant. The sickly bright light cast upon them helping her see the state of the Uchiha...... and it wasn't good.

"Sasuke!" She gasped running to him trying to stop the steam of blood that pour from the crook of his neck and trailed down his back and chest.

He snapped out of it for a second as he felt warm hands- human hands- touch his bleeding wound. Only a moment; he allowed himself to relax as basic instinct started to kick in quickly regaining some sense. He removed those hands and slowly clasped them inside his own bloody once.

"It will heal." He said; dark dead eyes met lavender ones before the young women broke the eye contact.

Without another word; he pushed away from the indigo haired beauty and rid himself of the shirt making the women blush as she stuttered out a few insignificant words before leaving.

The water was warm and inviting but stung his wounds and made him hiss in pain as the crimson liquid turned the water red. He quietly watched as it slowly swilled down the drain; washing away his sins and cleansing him of both his and the female werewolf's blood.

He slowly licked his lips, tasting both of theirs crimson liquid, while blood red eyes closed. The beast within him fighting to get out roaring and slamming against the bars of the cage he locked it in so many years ago. The want to feed, to drink, to stop the pain came in stronger; basic instinct returning to the surface..... The instinct to hunt.

"she's wrong....... my blood isn't sweet."

"The curse of immortality is my gift to you dear brother."

A4TN: So then how did you like the first chappy of my Halloween fic huh? good? bad? Tell me please and don't forget to review!