Summary: Vampires used to roam the streets as any other citizen did until the king declared them "illegal" and began a vampire hunt, forcing them into hiding. Sasuke was never expecting to meet his friend again in the fight to save their immortals lives; he was especially not expecting him to be a vampire too.
Rating: M for language and violence.
Warnings: Graphic violence and language. Minor OCs, mild romance.
Pairings: SasuNaru/NaruSasu (minor) and other minor side pairings.

Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

Craving a Forever Future
Chapter 1

It didn't rain the day his heart stopped beating and he became a slave to blood, enemy to the sun. Panic settled in the pit of his stomach when he realized that he couldn't breathe, almost as though he forgot how. Dying was nothing like he expected it to be. It felt like lead was being poured down his throat, suffocating him and making it impossible to move, he had expected more of a blissful feeling, as though floating instead.

He was beginning to find peace within the consuming blackness that was closing in on him, when he tasted copper. His mind immediately registered the taste as blood and his body convulsed, wanting more. He felt a surge of overwhelming energy course through him and he opened his crusted eyes to see an arm leaking blood into his parted mouth.

Immediately he latched onto the given arm, sucking on the smooth skin. As a child, learning about vampires, he didn't understand why anyone would want to drink blood. It was coppery and bitter, he had bitten his lip enough times to know how blood tasted.

This was different.

It still tasted like cooper, yet it was delicious. The smell alone was alluring, calling him for more. He greedily drank, knowing it was causing his mother discomfort and mild pain, but unable to stop. It wasn't until she lashed out in a harsh whisper for him to stop that he parted from her bloody arm and closed his eyes, immediately falling into a dreamless slumber.

It was a strange sensation: being dead yet living.

He was twenty-five when he died. That was sixty-five years ago, to the date.

Being of royal blood he had the privilege of deciding the date he wanted to be turned. The rules stipulated you had to be twenty-five years of age or older to be turned, and since he did not want to marry and father children he decided to be turned on his twenty-fifth birthday.

He cradled the glass of wine in his fingers, watching the sun starting to peek over the mountain range. He often wondered why he had come back to the palace, but his mind would linger back to the time he was turned. It was the same time the vampire hunt began.

It was at that point when the vampire population went into hiding. Instead of making up 10% of the population they were now only 0.5%, although that was speculation. Nobody knew how large the population was now.

Vampires used to be respected, they were ordinary villagers who could do more than mortals. They were able to carry heavy boxes without straining themselves; they could clean the rivers because they didn't need to breathe underwater; they could rescue kittens from trees and save a little girl from being run over by a cart because they could move at lightening speed. They contributed to society and were never feared more than the average person.

Now vampires were a dirty secret that instilled fear in the young and old. It kept the villagers talking, ratting out any vampire they knew in fear of their lives and of their families.

It was interesting how nobody cried out against a king that never aged, against the hypocrisy of it all.

The vampire hunt lasted nine years, hundreds (almost a thousand) were killed. It made his stomach churn just thinking about it so he closed his eyes. Just behind his eyes he could vividly see a blond boy, around the age of twelve smiling and eagerly waiting for Sasuke to blow out the thirteen candles on his small cake. This image always lurked for the opportunity when he closed his eyes.

He let the memory dance through his mind, it was one of his most precious memories. It was the last time he saw his best friend, Naruto. They were kids when the boy vanished from his life, as though he had never been there to begin with. His parents knew what happened to Naruto but wouldn't talk about it. They kept tight lipped about it and evaded the question with practiced ease and grace.

He opened his eyes and tried to quell the sense of sorrow that was crushing his soul. The reality was always cruel. Naruto would most likely be dead, or on his deathbed if he was alive today. He would be eighty-nine years old.

Sasuke felt the sun on his skin and decided it was time to head to bed. It had been a long day for him, after all you only turn ninety once.

The private library had more life in it than Sasuke could ever remember. He watched his intimidating brother pick up a fragile china tea cup and take a sip out of it, stirring it with a biscuit and biting into the soft cookie. Even if his attention seemed to be on the object in his hand, everyone in the room knew he was paying deadly attention to the conversation.

It was a deadly conversation after all. He could imagine his uncle's face if he saw that his only son, grandson and nephews where planning to overthrow him. It would be hostile, and right now it wouldn't end well for their group but Obito had a plan.

He was always the one with the plan although they weren't highly ideal. That's why he always included Sasuke and Itachi for his schemes, they were the thinkers of the group. Obito had a bright mind, but he often thought outside the box in a dangerous way without thought to detail.

Obito often reminded him of Naruto. Both were determined to make change but neither were book smart to be desecrate about it. Obito had inherited that spirit from his late mother, something that Madara obviously despised in his son.

"Their meeting is tomorrow night," Obito casually stated, eyes flickering to each of his family members gathered. There were very few Uchiha left that were loyal to Madara, especially after he began his quick decent into madness.

There would have been more than the six seated in the study, but many of the family members weren't in the palace at that moment. Sasuke was actually surprised his parents weren't at the meeting with bells and banners, they were extremely passionate about removing Madara from power.

"The coven has agreed to have three of us present," he smiled gently, his eyes flicking to the youngest vampire in the group. Tetsuya, Itachi's grandson who was turned a few years ago. He was still in the sensitive stage to light and the sun. "I vote for Itachi and Sasuke to go." He turned dark brown orbs to meet his younger cousins who didn't show surprise or shock at the declaration.

Sasuke had a feeling he would be going, he was the oldest vampire amongst the group. He was turned before anyone else in this group because he had no obligation to start a family. His brother, who was older than him in human life and appearance was a younger vampire than him.

"I can't," Itachi's cold voice filled the silence. "I am going away with father to a neighbouring village. Isae has fallen in love again." He muttered with a tinge of annoyance.

Isae, Itachi's granddaughter and Tetsuya's younger sister. She was in her late twenties and had no prospect of getting married, she seemingly fell in love with someone every few months.

This was never a problem until recently when the villagers started becoming hostile towards any Uchiha they saw because of their bad history. They would never outright lash out against the family, they did value their lives after all, but it was becoming dangerous to be travelling alone.

"Sasuke?"

"I'm available."

There was a curt nod and Obito flicked his eyes to the other people present, his son looked eager to put his name into the running for the cause but one glare shut his thoughts down.

"Izuna you are needed here. Natsumi would be a good alternative." He said turning his eyes to Itachi's eldest daughter who was playing with a strand of her dark lavender hair. She turned her attention to her cousin at the sound of her name.

"I can as well." She nodded her head, letting the dark strands shadow her shoulders and contrast with her ruby blouse. She licked her lips, swiping some of the gloss off it and grinned at Sasuke. "Last time we did anything together was when I was a baby, it'll be nice."

Sasuke grunted at his niece but gave a curt nod, it had been a long time since he spent any time with his nieces or nephews.

"Good. Now we just need one more." He let his eyes bypass Tetsuya and Itachi to land on his other nephew. "Shuisui, can you join them?"

Shuisui was a double of Itachi, his father. He gave a curt nod, before turning his attention to his older sister who was still twirling her hair.

"Excellent." Obito sat straighter, "they have agreed to house you overnight should the sun begin to rise before you guys finish talking. You are just acting as peace offerings. Listen to them and try not to give too many details about the upcoming plans," he shifted his eyes carefully to Natsumi who was still not paying much attention to the discussion. "I don't want this reaching my father, and although I want to trust them, I don't."

Itachi gave a curt nod, before subtly glancing at his daughter. She stopped twirling her hair and turned her matching eyes to her uncle before nodding. Sasuke knew she was not as disinterested as she came across.

"Izuna and I will be here should you need anything. Reach us on our cellphones, text only, and use the code we discussed earlier."

It was a safety precaution that one of Itachi's grandkids came up with, they were more of the tech savvy of the group, and it proved to be useful considering Madara seemed to be disinterested with all the new technological advances that existed today but once in a while would glance at their screens to read what was written. Plus everyone was sure the guards were keeping tabs on what some of the messages said.

"Be sure to keep your phones on at all times," he gave a pointed look to Sasuke, who had the tendency to forget he owned a phone. It's not that he didn't know how to use it, but rather, he never cared much for it. His niece and nephew would take care of all the communications when they head to the coven.

"Izuna and I have a security meeting just before daybreak at 4." He muttered out tiredly, "so try not to have any problems around that time." He chuckled and shuffled his position slightly, "though you should be heading back to the palace by then."

Sasuke nodded, making a mental note to keep a supply of blood on hand in case they do get stuck at the coven. He assumed they would have their own blood supply around and probably wouldn't mind sharing but it was a precaution that he wanted to take, especially since he was entering unfamiliar territory.

He had never been to a coven. Their locations were well hidden in the shadows so the king would not find them. They were smart but many held a deep distrust to the Uchiha family, for good reason.

Obito dismissed the group, stating he had to get to another meeting or his father would skin him alive- which earned a chuckle from his son.

Sasuke quickly fled the room, stopping at the door to allow his brother to pass. Natsumi, Shuisui and Tetsuya all were quietly chatting to each other as they shuffled towards the door after their father and uncle.

He found himself excited about meeting other vampires outside of his family.

What he was not expecting was an ordinary looking house. He must have passed the place over a dozen times on his rides in and out of the small village and never paid the two-story home a second glance. He guessed that was the beauty of it, the coven was hiding in plain sight.

Surprisingly the windows weren't blacked out and there were no curtains blocking the sun. The small garden in front that followed along the cobblestone pathway to the door was obviously well-kept. There were no lights on inside and there was no movement.

Sasuke again wondered if this was the right place but the numbers hanging beside the oak door did not lie. He glanced at the brick, wondering how such an ordinary house could be housing dozens of vampires. Maybe Obito was given the wrong address?

He glanced at his niece and nephew, both were wearily eyeing the structure. He moved up the stairs swiftly without a sound and quickly rapped his knuckles on the door. It was a simple oak door painted white with a small mailbox drilled into the brown brick beside it.

He picked up some movements on the other side of the door, but he saw no shadow. He frowned as the door creaked open and a short kid poked his head out and glanced at the group. His hazel eyes stared at each person on the step for a few moments before he opened the door.

Sasuke almost turned heel to walk down the stairs, they were at the wrong place after all.

"Hey, mister." The voice called, he stepped out onto the porch. "Are you Sasuke, Natsumi and Shuisui?"

He blinked at the boy. He was much too young to be a vampire, it was against the rules, and he had no business knowing about this side of life. He frowned, wondering if this coven had those hippy-dippy vampires that he had learned about. They were the joke of their kind.

"Yes." Shuisui answered, stepping forward and eyeing the boy with disinterest. "Aren't you a little young to be-"

"They told me you would be coming," he interrupted ignoring his nephew and turning his eyes towards the inside of the house, "come in." He opened the door wide, and gestured for the group to come inside the house. Sasuke hesitated but dismissed his insecurities and entered the room, his shoes clicking on the polished hardwood.

"I know Sakura is in the back..." he murmured and turned his eyes towards the stairs, there was a soft thump which caused a grin that spread across his chubby cheeks. Sasuke could tell he was mortal, it was the way the boy held himself and the childhood innocent still lingering in those soft eyes.

"Shikamaru was the one to talk to his highness. He's also in the back. You should head there," he pointed towards the room where faint voices could be heard from. "There is less windows back there, and they'll probably move this meeting to the basement."

"How old are you?" Natsumi asked, her head tilted to the side and her bangs shadowed her black eyes. "You're a little young to be-"

"I'm twelve!" he stomped his foot and glared up at his niece, a fiery determination Sasuke hadn't seen on another face since he met Naruto. "Me and the others aren't allowed in those rooms." He puffed out his cheeks in a childish pout and scampered towards the stairs not bothering to say goodbye to the small group.

Natsumi chuckled, and brushed her hair out of her eyes and she glanced at the disappearing body. "I can hear three others up there. All young too. How peculiar."

"Who cares," Shuisui replied and moved past Sasuke and her, walking swiftly towards the back room. He held a grace that neither Natsumi or Sasuke possessed. Casually following after his nephew, Sasuke watched as his niece growled under her breath before following behind.

The back room was dark. Even though it was dark outside the curtains were drawn shut and the only light in the room was emitting from the overhanging lamp. He trailed his eyes to a young woman who had soft pink hair framing a delicate face. She turned startled jade eyes to meet his own, and offered a weak smile.

"Shikamaru you ass, you could have told me they were here." She growled at the man sitting on a kitchen stool. The back room was a small kitchen, devoid of dining room but rather had a breakfast bar.

"They knocked Sakura," he muttered out stifling a yawn, "it's not my fault you were talking too much to hear."

A light pink dusted her cheeks before she promptly hit the man again at the back of his head, the resounding slap echoing off the cupboards.

"I apologize," she gave a small bow, her cleavage being shown to the group with her low cut pink dress. It was not slutty but when bowed, it gave a view that had Sasuke averting his eyes in respect. "The meeting will be in the basement, we are waiting on one member who finishes work in fifteen minutes." She smiled impishly, knowing that the group was early and feeling guilty that not everyone was present.

The dress she was wearing complemented her figure, showing off all her curves. It cut just below the knee, a modest length, but she had no nylons on to protect her feet against the tiled floor. She looked too young to be a vampire, possibly nineteen?

But she was a vampire, there was no denying it.

"That's fine."

She nodded and moved towards a door just behind the breakfast bar, "follow me if you will. Shikamaru that includes you." She darkly commanded before she pulled the white door open and flipped on a florescent light. He didn't wait to see if his niece and nephew moved, he slowly followed her.

The basement was full of people which almost startled him. There must have been twenty people crammed into the small space.

"Hey look the Uchihas arrived," someone jeered in their direction causing a scowl to mare Sakura's perfect makeup.

"Shut up and take a seat." She threatened, pointing a manicured finger at the couch in the corner that housed a few other vampires, each one was eyeing the new arrivals with interest and distrust.

Sasuke wasn't not used to being watched with scorn. He felt almost threatened with the atmosphere but bottled up his instincts to bare his fangs - to show them he was nobody to mess with - before he took a step closer to Sakura.

"You can sit anywhere there is space," she smiled politely. The room was packed, all the couches and chairs seemed taken. He let his eyes rove around the place, finding an empty space beside a brown haired teen and a blond haired teen.

It was when his eyes settled on the teenager that he felt all breath leave his body. Those eyes that were staring at him with mischief and happiness always haunted his dreams, plaguing him about a boy who disappeared.

He froze and momentarily, panicked that he wasn't breathing before he chastised himself because he didn't need to breathe.

The boy looked like Naruto, they could be brothers for all he knew. He had that sunshine hair that always drew the attention of everyone in the room.

But this boy was too young, and had six scars on his cheeks. Naruto didn't have those marks, and Naruto would be around eighty-nine, nowhere near the fifteen (or maybe sixteen?) years that this boy was.

Sasuke reeled his emotions in and strode close to the couch the boy was sitting on, finding a free space nearby and took a seat just across from the teenagers. Both boys were watching him with interest, but those taunting blue eyes still held mischief as though to mock him of his lost friend.

"Not even going to say hi to me?" the boy mocked with a grin. This grin would star in his nightmares, though it was usually bloodied with missing teeth and would result with Sasuke waking up in a cold sweat. He closed his eyes and wished partly that this was not real, there would be no way Naruto would be a vampire. He had adamantly said he wanted to die when his time was up.

This boy was too young. Robbed of a life.

He opened his eyes, and gave a curt nod to the teen making that grin wider.

"Hello Naruto."

I know this sounds horrible but this story is on a trial period. I am very nervous about posting this over any other story I've written because there is already a lot of vampire stories floating in the fan fiction universe that I am hoping it stands out amongst them.

I haven't read all the vampire stories out there, so I can't safely assume that this will be different but I hope it is. So please let me know what you think about this, whether or not you think it'll fall into line with the rest of vampire fictions out there or if its different enough to keep going.

Sorry about the minor OCs. They really will not be a pivotal point (and potentially never mentioned again) in the story, but are necessary.