The vampire started moving, circling the bike as the bike circled it. Sasuke nocked another arrow, though he was starting to think that perhaps he should just pull out a gun, shoot it in the legs five or six times, and then go for the arrows. It really was too bad wooden bullets were so slow and impractical.
And then it blurred from sight. Sasuke swerved by instinct. Rubber protested; a shower of dust and dirt sprayed the ground in a wide circle as he pulled a 180.
Sasuke ducked low and hit the gas. A hand whizzed by overhead; the bike wobbled as something glanced off the back seat.
Fast, too fast, especially for its age. A vampire who wasn't even eight year old should never have possessed that kind of speed. It wasn't any use to think about "should have," though. Turned out the vampire was Master-class, the end. Sasuke had staked Masters before -- but not alone, and not without carefully choosing the time, place and weaponry. He had the fleeting thought that Kakashi would not be happy with him.
There hadn't been any choice, though -- not from the moment they became aware of each other.
He screeched to a halt and scanned the empty lot. There, by the fence, disappearing and reappearing in short bursts of speed. It was swift. Almost quicker than Sasuke could follow.
Almost.
This time, when the vampire blurred from sight, Sasuke only brought up the crossbow as a visual aid. The fire poured from his bare fingers, gushed forward like a jet of red-gold water.
And then it was in his mind and for a second his sight blurred. There was like a tug, and no, he hadn't looked into its eyes, it couldn't do that to him, it couldn't purr in his head and make him feel --
"Get out," he snarled, shoving more of his power into the blast.
-- make him feel -- it wasn't allowed --
"Just burn already!"
-- pride.
That wasn't fucking allowed. Sasuke was going to kill him -- it. It.
His arm slashed into a wide arc, following the trail of the vampire's movement. And fire again. The edges of his glove were curling away from his flames, smoking.
'Nice trick, little brother.'
Sasuke snarled and sent out a wider burst of power, a cloud of flame that swallowed everything.
When the fire dissipated, the only things still burning were the lonely patch of dry grass at the foot of the fence, and the bottom edge of his brother's long coat as he disappeared through the black hole of an empty doorway.
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The vampire started moving, circling the bike as the bike circled it. Sasuke nocked another arrow, though he was starting to think that perhaps he should just pull out a gun, shoot it in the legs five or six times, and then go for the arrows. It really was too bad wooden bullets were so slow and impractical.
And then it blurred from sight. Sasuke swerved by instinct. Rubber protested; a shower of dust and dirt sprayed the ground in a wide circle as he pulled a 180.
Sasuke ducked low and hit the gas. A hand whizzed by overhead; the bike wobbled as something glanced off the back seat.
Fast, too fast, especially for its age. A vampire who wasn't even eight year old should never have possessed that kind of speed. It wasn't any use to think about "should have," though. Turned out the vampire was Master-class, the end. Sasuke had staked Masters before -- but not alone, and not without carefully choosing the time, place and weaponry. He had the fleeting thought that Kakashi would not be happy with him.
There hadn't been any choice, though -- not from the moment they became aware of each other.
He screeched to a halt and scanned the empty lot. There, by the fence, disappearing and reappearing in short bursts of speed. It was swift. Almost quicker than Sasuke could follow.
Almost.
This time, when the vampire blurred from sight, Sasuke only brought up the crossbow as a visual aid. The fire poured from his bare fingers, gushed forward like a jet of red-gold water.
And then it was in his mind and for a second his sight blurred. There was like a tug, and no, he hadn't looked into its eyes, it couldn't do that to him, it couldn't purr in his head and make him feel --
"Get out," he snarled, shoving more of his power into the blast.
-- make him feel -- it wasn't allowed --
"Just burn already!"
-- pride.
That wasn't fucking allowed. Sasuke was going to kill him -- it. It.
His arm slashed into a wide arc, following the trail of the vampire's movement. And fire again. The edges of his glove were curling away from his flames, smoking.
'Nice trick, little brother.'
Sasuke snarled and sent out a wider burst of power, a cloud of flame that swallowed everything.
When the fire dissipated, the only things still burning were the lonely patch of dry grass at the foot of the fence, and the bottom edge of his brother's long coat as he disappeared through the black hole of an empty doorway.