"It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood."

William Shakespeare

The moon floated fat and bloated in the obsidian sky. It's size was grotesque, the face cracked and creviced with age and trauma. A shadow of a crack, of a void of a shadow lit up it's face like a mischievous grin as it watched the ever sprawling city of Konoha, and it's inhabitants, racing to and fore without direction or true purpose, like bees crawling to and forth from the hive.

Like a pervert, it watched, unable to tear away it's gaze away as two teenagers tore at one another, their limbs entangled as their mouths fought for dominance.

The male ran his pale and thin fingers down the side of her thin little neck, instinctively searching for her jugular vein with it's distinctive throbbing pulse. He found it, and still stroking, marking it, he licked downward, her chin angled upwards in a gesture of surrender.

Her last breath was laboured and heavy.

He sank his fangs into her neck, breaking her pearl necklace with immense momentum. For a moment her eyes opened, widened like a deer's who had just realised just what those beautiful shining lights belonged to. Her mouth almost widened to scream, but didn't, her muscles unable to combat the painful neurone-toxins, that immobilised her nerves, making it impossible for her to struggle. Or to scream for the rest of the world to hear.

He drank his fill, the girl immobilised and half-dead. After all, it only took a matter of minutes after a major artery or vein was cut into before you lost too much blood. The jugular vein transported blood from the brain. Even if she did survive, it was unlikely she wouldn't be severely brain damaged.

He hadn't drunk that much. After all, he wasn't really that hungry to begin with. He ought to have some fun after all, what would be the point of being here in the first place, if not for fun?

Although if she had come here for fun, he was afraid he had disappointed her very much.

He ripped open her neck, cascading blood in a reassuring manner over the park bench, but more importantly, hiding the bite-marks that would fuel paranoia. Then he tore her clothing, leaving her pale, scratched torso open to the cold midnight air. Deciding that this was all fair for the night, her left her dead on the park bench.

"Sasuke-kun, we're over here!" Waved the pink haired Sakura, almost giggling as she spoke. Beside her sat Naruto, who glowered with envy as Sakura showered her affections on Sasuke in the middle of the inner-city café.

"Iiiieeeee! Sasuke, you're wearing them! And look, they're so worn, you must really like them, huh?" squealed Sakura, hugging her arms to her flat chest.

Sasuke almost looked for what on earth she was talking about, before he realised the huge mistake he had made. He was wearing his favourite, original pair of converses, which were red and black, and wonderfully scruffy from all the times Sasuke had worn them.

But unfortunately he could never confess to loving his shoes. One reason would be the fact that Sakura had actually brought them for him, probably at a large price. If he ever wore them in her presence, it was a taken must that as he was wearing clothing she had brought for him, he was secretly confessing his love to her, through silent signs. How painfully romantic. There was also the fact that professing love for an item of clothing was a silly, silly thing to do, and not someone as stoic as Sasuke could ever claim to have experienced.

"It's not a big deal Sakura, he's probably just like me, you know, shoving shoes on, hoping to get a matching pair every once it a while, don't like, make a big deal out if everything, you know?"

"Shut up, you idiot" screamed Sakura, her scarily aggressive side taking possession of her body as she hit Naruto senseless.

"Know something Sakura…I think you ought to listen to Naruto more, he has great wisdom sometimes," Sasuke intoned

Sakura looked shocked whist Naruto looked triumphant. "Are you serious?"

"No," Sasuke smirked.

"Hey, why are we waiting here? I wanna go check out the new jeans store in the mall, you two coming?" Whined an impatient Naruto, his lips pursing and forming a pout.

"Look we're waiting for one of my new friends from LL, you know how hard it is for me to make friends there…" Sakura paused, "Most of the girls are so conceited, it's hard finding nice people, and… since I'm out of Konoha High, even though I still want to be cool with you two, I want to have some friends. Preferably female, since you two lack two lack the mental capacity to understand females,"

Sakura had left Konoha High. It was understandable though. LL, or Leaf Ladies Finishing School was a fantastic school, though the prices were gargantuan. Sakura had excelled so much in her end of term paper last year, she had been given a scholarship, and even though she had her two best buddies, Sasuke and Naruto, who had been in the same class since reception, she could hardly refuse an offer like that.

Naruto had wished her luck, and told her to never, never give up (especially not on him). Sasuke had just simply remarked that she would have been a sure drop-out had the test been on common-sense, after all, this was the girl who was terrified of paper cuts.

"I hope we can like, still be friends" remarked the blond.

"Hn," agreed Sasuke.

Sakura smiled at the two, this happy and peaceful memory being stored into a scrap-book of personal moments. Of course, Naruto had to ruin it. "So Sakura-chan, is this friend of yours hot?"

"Damn it!" screamed Sakura as she smashed Naruto's head into the table. Then she sat down again. "I don't know why she's late, she's quite punctual, and not from one of the clichés that would send someone to stand me up, being a charity case and all, she's nice, rich family and all, but she doesn't act like a snob, like some of the bitches at school,"

"Yeah, but is she hot?"

"Shut-up Naruto," Warned Sakura.

"Ano, Sakura-San!" was quietly shouted, across the room which Sasuke had previously thought was an impossible mixture.

They all turned to face the girl as she crossed the busy coffee shop, scooting around tables and trying not to bump into anyone.

Then she bowed very deeply, her hair almost touching the ground. "I'm so s-sorry I have inconvenienced you for such a long time, please accept my a-apology, Sakura-San,"

"…It's okay Hinata…um, this blond to my left, here, is Uzamaki Naruto, and then to my left, Uchiha Sasuke, they are old friends of mine," Sakura smiled.

Hinata stood upright, flushing red, "I'm awfully sorry", and gingerly smiled at the two boys., who both studied her features with a critical eye. She was petite, but voluptuous, not exactly fat, but not exactly thin either. Her hair was long and beautifully maintained as it glimmered in the café lighting, so black it was almost a navy blue.

Her chin was pointed, her mouth was startlingly pink, and only what could be called a cupid's bow, twisted into a small smile, her fulcrum was delicate, like it was shaded by an artist, her cheeks rounded, and almost painted pink like a little glass dolls. Placed in the middle of her head was a button nose, slightly upturned, something that would have looked odd anywhere else, but on her face it was natural. She was unusually pale too. Then Sasuke saw her eyes.

Her eyes were a creamy milk colour, he wouldn't have hesitated before he had seen her walk across the café so concerned with her proximity to every single person, to say she must have been blind. But there was something more. She had looked at Sasuke, and had just passed him over, preferring to attack Naruto with a slightly disconcerting gaze. Naruto hadn't even noticed yet as he was still looking at her breasts, though you could hardly see anything under the baggy clothing she wore, they were rather large.

"May I sit down Sakura-san?" asked Hinata ever so politely.

"Uh, feel free," answered Sakura, unused to having to order anyone (bar Naruto) about.

She sat at the last seat, which happened to sandwich her between Naruto and Sasuke. She moved past Sasuke, painfully aware of their closeness and his presence within her personal bubble. "A-ano, I am pleasured to meet you both. I am Hyuga Hinata," she whispered, making everyone else lower their own conversations just to hear what she was whispering.

"Ano…I guess, I've never really done this before…Um, I enjoy c-cooking and pressing flowers, especially when I have time-e to do such things with my youn-nger sister, Hanabi. She'll be a teenager soon though, and I think s-she'll grow out of me, how about yourselves?"

Sakura giggled, "I think we've talked enough to know each other by now,"

"Well I'm Naruto, as Sakura said, I guess I'm what you call loud and boisterous," Sasuke and Sakura shared the urge to hit him. "I love noise so I reckon I ought to start an amazing band, and be like wow. I'm also like a really good snowboarder, it's like awesome. My current concern is surviving school without Sakura-chan, but I reckon that if Sasuke lets me copy off him, I'll be fine,"

Now everyone turned to Sasuke in an expectant phrase. "I'm Sasuke… who didn't really continue due to the fact that Hinata was fawning over Naruto.

And Sasuke was jealous, although he wouldn't really admit to it. When Sakura had suggested going out with a new friend, Sasuke had expected another fan-girl who would give Sasuke too much attention, and then Sakura would never ask her out again, such was the problems with trying to get new friends whilst being ferociously preoccupied with one handsome man, who just rejected any advance.

But Hinata had just looked over him like he was a looser. And then she had looked at Naruto. Obviously there was something very wrong with the poor girl.

Perhaps she was blind after all.

"Hey, since we are all here, let me get some drinks, what stuff do you want guys? Interrupted Sakura.

"I'll just have some orange juice, I'm not fussy on caffeine.," Answered Naruto.

"I-I'll have a latte with extra sugar please, - I can pay y-you back Sakura," came Hinata's voice, so melodic like an instrument, Sasuke wondered if she sang.

"Oh my Gosh, I have the same thing too! Don't worry, it's my treat, I'm not as poor as you all think I am!" Sakura laughed, glad that she and this strange girl had some more common ground to talk about later.

Sasuke butted into her tirade, feeling oddly obnoxious, perhaps due to the lack of attention he usually commanded. "I'll have an espresso,"

"Want sugar with that Sasuke-San?"

"I hate sweet things,"

"-Hai," Sakura got up and left the table, leaving Hinata with Naruto and Sasuke.

"Where do you snowboard Uzamaki-San?" Came the tiny voice of Hinata

"Ah, I've been to France, but I love Switzerland at the moment, I want to go back because it's all like so pretty,"

Sasuke felt utterly dejected, sitting beside the two as Hinata poked her fingers and blushed.

"I-I've skied in Austria, the slopes are really amazing, you ought to go out there one day I-f you enjoy the pleasures of snowboarding,"

"You've Skied?" interjected Sasuke.

"Yes , I ski," Then her attention went back to Naruto. "I…guess I lived out there for a while, so I got quite good, though I'll never compete, I haven't got the nature to do so, my cousin's out there at the moment, he's so very competitive,"

"Cool, I didn't realise Sakura had made such a cool new friend,"

Sasuke could see Naruto was bathing in this newly found attention.

"Ah, Uzamaki-san-"

"Naruto, we don't tend to use the stupid name endings here."

She smiled, white teeth resonating from her mouth, Sasuke could see how white they were when overshadowed from the cupid's bow of her pink lace mouth.

Then Naruto enveloped her in a bear hug, surrounding her with his large cumbersome arms. "Ah, you're quite cute Hinata! I'm glad we can be friends!"

Hinata froze, then jumped out of his embrace, shielding her mouth with her hand. "Ow," She paused thinking for an excuse. "I think I've bumped my tooth, please, please excuse me,"

She bowed to the two of them and ran to the bathroom

Sasuke's eyes widened when he saw a tiny stream of blood running down her chin, all too unpleasantly reminded of another unfortunate occurrence.

"Ahh, think I was too quick to act?"

"Idiot," Sasuke hissed, and went up to follow her, watching her disappear into the bathroom. He was worried that she was hurt. He couldn't stand it when someone bled, the knowledge nagged him that something would happen, something bad. He didn't like it at all when someone bled.

If it was a bruise, it didn't matter, but blood was different. He could control it better, a drop of blood didn't have him in hysterics, he only carried a box of plasters in his box, not the full blown first aid kit he used to lug around, discretely hidden in a bag.

But he couldn't stand the knowledge that someone, someone in the immediate vicinity was in physical pain, because then he felt sick. So he had to check, instead of being nonchalant and not caring what the silly bitch had done.

After all, perhaps she was trying to conceal a nosebleed caused by the dumb blond.

He tapped on the bathroom, no reply. The door wasn't even locked, so he just came in, but there she was, blood dripping from her ribbon lace mouth like tendrils. And her teeth were so pointed and white against the blood.

Hyuga Hinata had fangs.

*Note from Clue *

I thought I ought to try Vampires as a new topic, but try to stay away from to many conventions, or for that matter, the sparkly vampires of Stephanie Meyer Fandom, (Please don't hate me for my opinions), Anyway, this is more of a preview to see if anyone is actually interested in a new SasuHina vampire romance, as I think there is allready a large one on fanfiction at the moment, "In search of Eden"? I think, so, you know, I just want to see if anyone is interested, Thank you very much for reading anyhow ^-^