Summary: In a world ruled by vampires, powerful denizens of the dark, a secret order has arisen to challenge them. White Night is organized by humans, but one boy with a potent secret has joined their ranks. Code-named 'Fantasy,' he is their only hope to save their dying world.
This story contains AU, violence, vampirism, yaoi, NaruSasu, minor angst, and blurred lines between 'good' and 'evil.'
Be kind. This is my first Naruto fanfiction.
There were, she reflected with a smile, benefits to being undead. One need not concern oneself with petty matters such as running out of breath or becoming winded. She could run and run and run and never exhaust herself.
She was not a powerful vampire. Turned but a few months ago, she was still getting used to her new abilities. Most vampires did not settle into their true power for many decades. But she would become an Elder, and then none would be able to challenge her. She would feast on the blood of the weak humans, as was her wont, and become a powerful ruler like her master, the one who had turned her. He was strong and noble, and he'd given her free run of his city as long as she did not challenge him.
Through the streets she practically flew, feet almost not touching the ground. She hadn't fed for two days, and her stomach was beginning to twinge. Vampires could go many months without feeding, but why suffer? Humans abounded, so why not feed on the sheep to her stomach's content? She smiled.
As she rounded a corner in the darkened street, she saw him. Her prey tonight. She could afford to be choosy, and she wanted only the best. He looked young, maybe seventeen. He was made all the more beautiful by moon-pale skin and night-dark hair. It fell in artful-yet-effortless spikes around his face, and oh, his eyes. Deep as the ocean, dark as midnight they dominated his face with limpid, glimmering pools. His eyelashes were so long they brushed his cheeks when he blinked.
She licked her lips and self-consciously patted her hair. She'd always thought herself a comely woman, what with her shiny brown hair and generous curves. But here was a being of true beauty, and it was such a pity he was human. She didn't have the power to turn him, and her master would have punished her, anyway. Stepping out of the shadows, she barred his path with a small smile.
"Where are you going so late at night, pretty lamb?"
He came up short with a little frown. Moonlight glinted off his eyes. "Hunting," he replied.
She laughed, low and sultry. "You, hunting? I'm afraid you'll be the prey tonight, little dove." While he looked deep into her eyes, she unleashed the persuasive power for which her kind were renowned.
He sighed. "You're a very weak vampire," he said, shaking his head. "But there'll be one less vampire on the streets of this city."
Her eyes returned to normal, and she stared at him, shocked. Why hadn't it worked? "Who are you?" she demanded.
A cold smile quirked up his lips. "They call me Fantasy." Like a shadow, black wings appeared behind him.
Her eyes widened, and she staggered back several steps. "A Death Angel!" she choked.
He followed. "We prefer Dark Angel," he said in a deathly still voice. "Don't run, vampire. You can't escape me."
Those shadowy, smoke-like wings spread wide behind him. His eyes turned red, and she knew no more.