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Sasusaku Vampire Fic -I do not own Naruto- --Chapter 1-- Sakura Haruno was your average seventeen year old that got perfect marks in everything. People on the outside of her life would think that she was normal; besides being a geek and having no friends, and had a happy, caring family. But, were they wrong. You see; Sakura was the offspring of two vampires. You would think that when two vampires have a child, that the baby would be a vampire. In Suki and Jare Haruno’s case, their daughter was mortal. She did not possess the sharp fangs on the upper jaw, she was able to with stand the stench and be near garlic, she did not have the ur

Sakura was walking through the hall when suddenly she heard a noise coming from her grandmother’s room. Silently Sakura opened the door and a bat flew out the room. Sakura then understood that bats made those noises. She wanted to leave but a strange force pulled her inside to an old box, which stood on the table. The box looked very mysterious and scary because on a lid there was a bat statue. Sakura felt a bit scared, but her curiosity was a lot stronger, so she tried to open the box but unfortunately it didn’t budge. She tried it again and again but the result was the same. After a while, Sakura looked for some kind of bat and w

 Warning! This is just based off of that show "My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding" If this offends any Irish Traveller in any way i will take this down Immediately. I don't wish to offend anyone. Thanks and Enjoy! :) You had just turned 16 and looking for a husband. Growing up as an normal Irish traveller girl, you always wanted to be married. You had the most perfect wedding in mind. A huge white dress that almost looked like a gaint white rose. A night club themed wedding so of course you can dance and your little sisters find husbands. All you wanted was to ride to the church in this big Cinderella pumpkin carriage with your father. All you were mi

Theme 76 Broken Pieces Part 1 The thousands of broken mirror shards reflected the stale, white bathroom light and cast a blinding brightness directly into your eyes.  You were keeling, hunched over yourself and trying to hold back the sobs that formed in your throat.  It had happened again.  Your memory was hazy, but you were almost one hundred precent sure what had happened.  After all, it was YOUR body that ached, YOUR body that was covered in bruises, and YOUR blood that was dripping down onto the porcelain white tiles.  You didn’t think it was possible, but tears began to once again flood your eyes and seamlessly run down your che

  Gilbert- 6th Grade   Ludwig- 5th Grade   You- 3rd Grade     --      "Papa Germania!", You screeched quite loudly, running into his arms.   "(Name)...? Vhat is zhe meaning of your actions? You know better, zhan to yell-   while indoors.", The German made an attempt at a small lecture, which you almost   completely ignored.      "Heh, She's been like zhis all day, She even sat vith me, und mein friends   at lunch, und ranted about somezing I didn't quite understand...", Gilbert   laug

    The knife slid through the red fruit with ease, it was the simplest thing you'd ever done. Holding the blade handle tightly and controlling it gave you a sense of power, like you could go out and rule the world.    Lovino crossed his arms and gave a scalding critique just with his eyes, "No, no, you're doing it all wrong, you stupid girl."    Apparently, ruling the world would have to wait, seeing as you couldn't even cut a simple tomato, "Well don't just stand there," you snapped, looking up at him, "help me if you think I'm so horrible."    The Italian rolled his eyes, stepping behind you and resting his hand on your's, directing