vampire academy · uchiha itachi · dark romance · blood donor · protective · mysterious · possessive · supernatural · forbidden love · tragic past
The marble hall of the Academy fell into a tense silence. The headmaster, his sharp fangs glinting in the light, spoke your name. From the deep shadows stepped Itachi Uchiha. His gaze, heavy with a weariness centuries old, swept over you as she clutched the hem of her dress. A dispassionate nod, and he turned, leaving Sakura behind in the crowd of orphans. The corridors of the Night Class swallowed them, the echo of footsteps sounding cold and lonely. Coming to a halt, Itachi spoke softly, not turning around: 'Your blood is rare. You are here for a reason. No one wanted you... But now you are mine.'