InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ Blood, Death and Tears ( Chapter 70 )

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Chapter Seventy:

Blood, Death and Tears

 

"Why?"

Ehvil tensed at the softly whispered question. The pain, the rage, overwhelming sound of betrayal drifting past her lips gripped his heart in an unbearable vice. He had known this day was coming, had even tortured himself with thoughts of what she would say to him, what he would say to her and yet as he stood there, crumbling under the weight of her wounded gaze, he felt ill prepared for the confrontation, longed to run and hide, to put it off for another dozen months.

His eyes took in her slight form.

She was even more beautiful than last he had seen her. Sure, he had caught glimpses of her in Vishious' mirror from time to time, and yet seeing her now, standing before him solid and real seemed to enhance her appearance somehow.

Her hair looked bright, shiner, cascading down her shoulders and back in a blue-black cape. Her brown eyes, even filled with pain as they were, shimmered, so alive with feeling. She'd gained a little weight about the hips and chest, but that was to be expected of a woman that had born four pups.

And yet he could not help but be disturbed by the loss of something so damned important to him.

Her smile.

There was no welcoming smile on her soft lips, no daughterly love shining through her eyes, and most of all she wasn't running into his arms, wasn't throwing her arm around his neck and kissing his cheek. Instead, her hands gripped the bottle of medicine tightly in her hands while her lips pressed tightly in a hard line.

Misery knifed through his heart.

His daughter loved him no longer.

"I asked you a question, Ehvil," she sneered, rising fury bringing a tremble to her voice, "Why?"

God wasn't that the fucking question.

Why?

He'd asked himself that for years, over and over again.

Why?

He didn't know why, not entirely.

"I would give you that answer if I myself knew why," he answered honestly.

Anger brought her dark brows crashing down in fierce a scowl, a low growl rumbling from her chest as her clawed hands tightened on the vial.

"Not good enough. You know damned well why you're doing this; otherwise we wouldn't be here right now!"

Ehvil watched her silently, taking in the tense little shoulders, the energy of her aura slapping against his own with vicious currents of power. There was no mistaking the animosity radiating from her, the hate, and the pain.

"I cannot explain something that even I do not know,"

"Bullshit!" she raged, "You knew enough about it to side with those lunatics! You knew enough to kill my parents! You knew enough to betray me so don't stand there and tell me you don't know! Do the right thing for once in your miserable life and tell me why!"

Ehvil inhaled calming breath and let it exhale through his nose, clawed hands raking through his dark brown hair.

It just figured she'd found out he had done away with her parents. He didn't know who had told her, but he knew she would never believe him if he tried to pretend he had not committed the crime that snowy, winter day.

"I belonged to the Evil Six long before even your mother existed," he began in a strained voice, "We killed, we raped, we destroyed, did things that would turn your stomach if I told you about them. And we like it. I liked it,"

Kagome watched him silently, eyes widening in horror, as though a monster stood before her, not her ex General, a male she had love like a father and respected as person.

It tore him apart, that look and yet he pushed on, willing her to understand what he didn't.

"Even as I child, I took pleasure in hurting people, killing animals, torturing my mother. I liked it, Kagome. I don't know why, I've never known why, and as many times as I try and analyze my feelings, my thoughts, my compulsions, I can think of no answer to that question,"

"Why then, didn't you kill me after you'd killed my parents," she asked voice rising a few octaves, "Why did you let me live. Why did you become my General? My father,"

Ehvil grimaced at the near shrill, shriek of her voice as she questioned him.

"I was ordered not to kill you because of the Emerald Jewel connected to your eyes. The rest, I had not planned on staying, of becoming you General or you father," he admitted, "But when I saw you, covered in blood, brown eyes shimmering with tears, I made my choice. Again, I cannot explain why, I can only say I was compelled to take the steps that I did. I've not regretted any of the time we spent together and even now, I love you as my daughter, despite all that has happened,"

"You are no father of mine!" she yelled, tears beginning to burn her eyes, "Since you don't know why you do the things you do, let me tell you the conclusion I've drawn about you,"

Taking a menacing step closer, her energy burned at his skin, whipping his hair about with its pulsations.

"You're a monster! That's why you kill, why you hurt people, why you destroy lives and like it," she spat, "You're a beast with no heart, no soul! A lunatic! No better than the company you keep! I loath you, despicable devil! You have the nerve to show your face to me after everything you've done, all the people you've killed, all the blood staining your hands!!"

Ehvil did not move, did not say a word as she flayed him with her words, ripped open his heart and poured acid into the bloody, gushing wound.

"You had no right to pretend to care about me, to pretend as though you cared about the Northern lands! You should have just killed me after you killed my parents if all you were going to do was betray me in the end!"

He shook his head solemnly.

"I pretended nothing. My feelings were as genuine as they are now. I love you and loved the Northern lands,"

"You're lying!" she shouted, "Lying through your goddamn teeth! Either you're lying or you're so twisted you actually believe the words coming out of your mouth,"

"I am more inclined to believe it is the latter rather than the former. I do not deny being twisted, and maybe the way I think is just as sick, but I will not lie to you, I never have,"

"You deceived me, that's even worst!"

"I do not deny this either. Kagome, I am the way I am. I've tried to change," he said a bit wistfully, "Tried to be the man you believed I was but I could not. I like killing, I like rapping, I like destroying, I cannot change and at this point in my life, I have no desire to do so,"

A silence permeated the room as her body tense at his words. Her eyes widened even more, the edges turning crimson.

"I'll kill you," she whispered softly, "I swear I'll kill you,"

He watched her eyes tint with red, her claws sharpen, her aura spike. The hard look in her eyes left no doubt in his mind. She meant what she said and damn him if he wasn't prepared for it. If he had to die, then no one deserved to take his last breath from his lungs more than his daughter.

He wouldn't fighter her, wouldn't lift a hand in his defense.

If she was the one to take his life, he could do nothing but oblige her, make it easy for her and stand still as she ripped his throat out. She deserved vengeance for the murder of her parents, her people.

But even more than letting her kill him; there was one more thing he had to do for his little girl.

"Run to your pups," he commanded softly, "When we meet again, if you wish to take my life, I will not stop you, but now is not the time. Go to your children now before it is too late,"

Kagome's eyes instantly cleared at his words and dread settled into the pit of her tummy.

"If you do not go now, they will die," he said simply as he turned towards the open window of the bedroom.

Kagome was running down the stairs before he had even leapt from the window. His hair whipped around his face as gravity dragged him down, sending him hurtling to the earth. He landed hard, shaking and cracking the earth beneath his feet.

He would pay for that warning later he was sure. He knew Vishious was hovering in him mind, that he had heard the conversation between them, had heard Ehvil give her a warning. Even now he could feel the other male's displeasure lapping at the edges of his mind, wanting to gain entrance even further into his brain so he could lash at him with his anger.

Ehvil kept a firm grip on the intrusion into his thoughts.

He wouldn't be bothered with Vishious right now.

His emotions were too raw, the pain of the brief confrontation swamping him.

Straightening, he began to walk away from the castle, taking in the fighting, screaming and killing as he moved.

The fighting was taking place in the large, open courtyard before the castle; soldiers shooting arrows at the large colorful dragons circling above head, raining fire down on those below. Front and center, Lord InuTaisho battled fiercely against the one called Ahgony, the male still in his humanoid form, killing soldiers that happened to attack or get his way.

Even from a distance, Ehvil could see the glee shinning in his eyes, the wide smile splitting his face.

The beasts impersonating his dead comrades had never before been in such a physical fight before and he could see that he was just as hooked on the killing and destruction as Ehvil was. No doubt they felt the power, and the adrenaline rush that he experienced from such activities.

There was nothing like feeling warm blood on your hands, of feeling flesh and bone tear and crumble beneath your very fingers, discovering the many ways to inflict pain, of torturing some hapless soul. Of being in control of your victim, playing God, deciding whether that victim would live or perish, whether the victim would die quickly and painlessly or if death would be agonizing and prolonged.

It was a high like no other.

Better than drugs, better than sex, better than anything he had ever experienced in his entire life.

A flash of silver in his peripherals caught his attention. He turned and watched as Lord Sesshomaru darted through the crush of soldiers, dodging the fire from above head, his direction unmistakable, his intent all too clear.

He was going after Vishious.

Smart move.

It was a widely known fact that Vishious was their leader; take out their leader, the whole group would begin to crumble. With his little pets connected to him, Vishious' death would result in theirs as well. One strike and the Evil Six would cease to exist.

Though he wouldn't die with them, he knew he would not continue on as he had.

His daughter would see to that, if not for the murder of her parents, than for death of her people as well as for their protection.

He would continue to kill even if Vishious and his cronies died.

But once she came for him, that was it. Only she was going to stop him. He would only allow her, his daughter, the daughter he had betrayed, to snub out his existence, no other.

It was her right.

Not only that, it was the only way for him to make amends for the pain he had brought her, the murder of her parents, the slaughter of her people.

For a while now, he had been mulling over these thoughts.

Nothing too serious, just thinking about what could absolve him in her eyes, what the right things to do was and each and every time, he drew the same conclusion. He had to give his life to her. It was the only thing he had to offer as restitution for her misery.

Seeing her now, the pain in her eyes, the hatred in her voice, cemented those thoughts in his mind.

He could not wait for his blessed death at the hands of an angel.

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Sesshomaru moved swiftly through the forest, blood pounding, adrenaline soaring, razor sharp claws twitching for blood. He knew that son of a bitch Vishious was near, he could feel him, sense him, the male's revolting scent irritated him to no end as it lingered on the air.

He was damn close.

It would end today, this cat and mouse game the Ryu youkai was determined to play.

As he passed, he felt only mild shock upon seeing the familiar face of the Evil Six members he had dispatched months ago.

It took him but a moment to realize that those things, whatever they were, were definitely not the beings he had slain. Their auras were infinitely different, darker, more malevolent, making the former member seem like posers that had not known the real meaning of evil.

He mentally dismissed them.

His father, his uncle, his brother and the soldiers could deal with them. He had bigger, more important targets in his sights.

With Kagome safe in the chambers below, he could focus solely on the black dragon.

He was glad she had honored her promise to him. A few weeks ago, while discussing the remaining members of the Evil Six, he had demanded she promise that if such a time ever came that they were attacked, she would escape with the pups and take shelter in the tunnels below the castle.

Surprisingly, his dark haired little mate had agreed with minimal coaxing.

Sesshomaru suspected motherhood had matured her, taken away the childish impulsiveness and unnecessary rebellion she had demonstrated at times.

He was grateful for that.

After her fall down the stairs he was already reluctant to leave her side, and with the premature birth of his pups he was even more loathed to do so.

But even he knew that he could not always be at the side of his little family.

To better insure their safety, to rid the world of those that would think to harm them; he would often have to leave their side. It was the reality of their world. His mate had realized that, and to take some of the worry from his shoulders she had promise to get herself and their young to safety at the first sign of trouble and obviously had taken it serious.

All that was left was to remove the Evil Six from this plane of existence.

And once this was done, once the Western lands was once more safe and whole, he would make his own moves towards the future, for his mate and his pups. No longer was he content to hold his tongue and pretend indifference to the way things had turned out. He had never been indifferent, despite his attitude and mannerism.

He was pissed, enraged even at not only his father and elders, but the sixty percent of inhabitants that had sided with his sire.

Faithless wretches that had abandoned their young Lord without much compulsion.

It sickened him, and the feelings of resentment had only festered in his gut over the past weeks since being stripped of his status.

He forced those thoughts back viciously.

There would be time enough for that once he returned home. And when he told his father what he meant to do, he would relish the look on his face.

Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed as he pulled his sword free of its sheath and cut through the nearly invisible ripples in front of him. The barrier fell quite easily. Never breaking his pace, Sesshomaru continued forward, noticing the change in his surroundings; the wilting, dying trees, the browning grass, and the thick scent of miasma blotting out the rays of sunlight.

A slight movement caught his attention up ahead.

A quick burst of speed and the removal of his blade was only a blurred movement of flashing silver as Sesshomaru aimed his heavy attack at the smirking, crimson eyed male.

Just as fast on his feet, Vishious slipped away, landing gracefully a few feet away, dead flowers crunching beneath his feet. An insufferable grin cracked over his face, and his blood red eyes gleamed and danced with mad excitement.

"Lord Sesshomaru, we meet again, ne?"

Sesshomaru remained silent, watching the male with disinterested eyes.

"Not much of a talker are you?"

More stony silence.

Vishious threw back his head and laughed heartily.

"You need not even speak a word and still you are more entertainment than I have received since gaining my freedom. It's a pity you touched my woman," he said, amusement leeching from his words as he spoke, "otherwise we would have dealt well together, my lord,"

Sesshomaru said nothing as he lifted his sword in an offensive stance, eyes narrowed, muscles tensed to pounce at a moment's notice.

Vishious' smile turned savage.

"Very well then, no more words,"

As Sesshomaru moved forward, a feeling of dread crept on him, a sharp pain in the vicinity of his heart followed in its wake. He stopped in his tracks, unable to move, unable to think, unable to draw in a breath.

A feeling of loss, of disconnection washed over him in agonizing waves, building in a crescendo of torment.

His jaw clenched against the sensation, even as his mind tried to shy away from what the feeling meant.

Gods help him something was wrong.

Vishious moved forward slowly, his smile intact, eyes filled with mirth as his lips moved to form the condemning words he knew would send him over the edge and into despair.

"What's wrong, my lord mutt," he taunted, a knowing gleam in his eyes, "you look as though someone has died,"

The red haze came over him without fail, blistering through his body and pounding through his veins in a volcanic explosion.

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Kagome felt her heart pounding in her chest, felt it ready to explode as she ran down the stairs, stumbling as the castle's foundation rocked her to and fro.

As much as she wanted to turn around and rip out her former father's throat, something in his voice when he'd warned her of danger involving her pups had her believing he was telling her the truth; that her babies were in trouble.

The castle was nearly empty as she ran, only a few soldiers brushing by her, the soldiers prepared to do battle ran towards the front door while the injured came in though the door.

It was a torrent of chaos, yelling, screaming, commands being issued, stray civilians being hustled to safe houses beneath the castle and around the Western lands. Kagome barely noticed any of it as she ran towards the secret door leading to the safe chamber.

Funny how it hadn't seemed so far away before; now it felt as though she had been running forever, as though it was steadily drifting away as she neared it.

"Lady Kagome!" a youkai soldier called out as he passed, gripping her arm tightly, "You are going the wrong way my Lady. Those safe chambers are full; I will take you to another,"

"Let go of me!" she cried out desperately.

"There's no need to panic, my Lady," the soldier said, dragging her back the way she had come.

The soldier thought her hysterical. Maybe she was, but not for the reason he thought.

"I'm not panicking! Let go of me!" she yelled, pulling at his fingers on her forearm, twisting, pulling, trying to get away.

"My Lady, it my duty to get you to safety! Now come on!" he growled, starting to get ticked off.

Digging her heels in, Kagome came to complete stop, jarring the soldier as he gripped her painfully tight, swinging around to face her. Kagome didn't give him a chance to waste more of her time. Drawing back a tightly clenched fist, she let it fly forward, aimed at his face.

The sound of bones crunching didn't even make her flinch as the soldier went hurtling towards the front door.

Turning, Kagome tore down the hall once more, fear and panic nearly driving her to her knees. It felt as though time was running out, as though if she didn't make it in time, her pups would be harmed, or worse.

She felt it, like a clock ticking in her head.

Dammit she was running out of time!

Another tremor had her wavering on her feet, and pieces of the ceiling had her weaving and dodging.

As the bookshelf hiding the door to the hidden chambers came into sight, her fear began to lessen, allowing her to breathe, allowing her to think. She had made it!

Reaching out, she pulled the bookshelf away, tossing it behind her where it crashed and splintered.

Kagome didn't even spare it a glance as she gripped the door handle and stopped as pain shot through her body. It felt as though she had been stabbed three times in the heart with a hot blade dipped in acid and poison.

Dread washed over her body, settled into her heart as she froze, knowing what the pain was, knowing what it meant and yet wanting to deny it. There was a disconnection, a severance of energies that she felt all the way down to her very soul. It crashed over her, threatening to drive her to her knees. Her hand gripped the door knob tightly, her entire body shaking, despair exploding in her mind.

Tears spilled over, running down her cheeks.

Her pups...

She hadn't made it in time...

She was only distantly aware of her hand tightening on the door knob, of her opening the door, of blood hitting her senses as she ran numbly down the tunnels, tears flooding her face, making it hard to see. The pain, the unbearable pain had her stumbling, crashing into the walls, falling to the ground as sobs wracked her body, sapping the strength it took to keep moving.

A woman stood in the door way of the chamber as Kagome neared.

Kagome barely noticed her as she brushed by her and entered the room, coming to a horrified stop at the blood soaking the floor and the bodies littering the ground.

And in the corner of the room lay Shusui and the woman she had handed her pup over to.

There was no movement.

More tears blurred her eyes as she moved with sluggishly slow steps, staggering against the walls to remain on her feet as she neared, hearing a woman's ragged voice screaming, taking her a moment to realize she was the one screaming. The medicine that had been gripped tightly in her hand dropped unnoticed onto the floor.

Dropping to her knees between the two women, Kagome stared at the bodies, at the women hunched over the small frames they had tried to protect.

Her hand was shaking as she reached out with gentle hands and removed the lifeless body of her daughter from Shusui's slackened grip. Her little girl's body was cooling, her wounds leaking blood, her frail body nothing more than dead weight. Kagome couldn't breathe, the wounded sobs tearing from her throat cutting off her air.

"Mommy's s-sorry...." she cried softly, "Mommy's so sorry... Oh, God....Mommy's so sorry..."

Placing her daughter gently down on the ground she reached for her youngest son, knowing he was gone before she even picked him up. The pain in her chest had her hyperventilating, the agony worse than any contraction, any wound she that she had ever experienced.

Laying him down next to his deceased sister, she reached for Tarou's body. She pulled him to her chest gently, as though he still lived, as though she would hurt him if she held him too tight.

Rocking him, whispered her apology to her pup, begging forgiveness for not coming soon enough, for failing them all, railing at the Gods for not taking her life instead of her pups. It seemed an eternity before she placed him next to his siblings and reached for her final pup.

With shaking hands, she brought him to her chest just as gently. Her pup was still warm, though his wounds were not as extensive as the others, he still bleed heavily.

As she stroked his little head, a soft whimper left his lips, faint, but there.

Kagome stilled at the sound, praying to God she had not imagined the sound, hoping against hope that her mind had not snapped and she was pretending he had made a noise.

Yet as she pulled him away from her chest and gazed down at his bloodied little body, she saw his tiny clawed hand flex, his little chest barely rising as he struggled to draw breath into his lungs, and his face pinched in obvious pain.

"Oh God!" she cried out, joy tearing through and on its heels, overwhelming fear and panic that her son may yet die.

Her hands reached out to his little body, trembling as healing energy pulsed through her body and into her son. It was so hard to focus, so hard to concentrate on healing when the grief of her three dead children weighed so heavily on her soul.

Kagome clenched her teeth, ruthlessly trying to beat back the intense emotions gripping her.

"Stay alive for mommy..." she sobbed, "Please Gods don't take him!"

Through eyes nearly blinded by tears Kagome watched as the wounds began to heal, the blood staunching, and her son's feature smoothing out as he lapsed into a healing slumber.

A loud snap drew her attention.

Kagome turned with swollen, tear rimmed eyes to take in the form of the woman she had passed upon arrival.

Kagura.

There was blood her friend's cloths, a curiously expressionless look on her face as she snapped her fan open and closed over and over in a bored gesture. Had it not been for that look, Kagome would not have hesitated to ask if her friend was alright, would have been worried that all that blood on the other woman belong to her, but something told her it was not Kagura's blood, that the stains had gotten there in a most heinous way.

The way she leaned against the stone wall, her crimson eyes glowing faintly green, had Kagome on edge.

"Kagura-"

"I won't allow you to interfere," Kagura began, "I came down here to kill those brats and that is what I intend to do. All of them. Step aside,"

Kagome stared at the other woman silently, shock washing over her features, horror draining her face of blood.

"Don't look so shocked, Kagome. Did you really think any of your mishaps were merely accidents? You had to have suspected someone was behind them,"

Silence greeted her words.

Kagura chuckled.

"You truly are an idio-"

Kagura's eyes widened in alarmed panic as Kagome's eyes bled red and an expression of fury, of heart stopping murderous rage bloomed on her face. Energy exploded from the young woman, shaking the underground tunnels and castle above.

Kagura took a step back.

Even through the haze of numbness she felt, she knew that this was dangerous. Kagome was already beginning to transform, the animalistic bloodlust shinning brightly in her eyes.

In a demon rage, she would tear her apart without thought.

Kagura winced at the burning sting of energy, whipping wildly out of control, tensing to flee.

`Go no where,' Vishious whispered in her mind, `One pup remains, your task is not complete. Finish him, or I will finish your wolf,'

Fear clenched her belly, beating back the deadness inside her, leaking through the drugs effects.

`I cannot stay-`

Kagome was on her before she could finish her mental protest to her sire.

Kagura cried out in pain as razor sharp teeth gripped her tightly about the waist, tearing through kimono and flesh, burying deep. Kagura felt herself being lifted, the ceiling of the tunnels giving way as the large dog holding her grew steadily.

Kagura's head spun and blood dribbled from her lips as part of the Western castle gave way, crumbling around the enraged beast. Soldiers scattered, and those that didn't either perished under large paws or the debris from the stone castle raining down upon their heads.

Distantly, Kagura heard shouts, saw two dragons flying above head distance themselves from the beast, instead, turning their attentions to the two battling silver haired youkai and hanyou.

Pain drew her attention to her own situation.

Dangling high in the air, Kagura gasped in agony as something thick and acidic seeped into her gushing wounds, burning like fire.

Poison.

With a blast of desperate energy, Kagura gripped her fan tightly before snapping it open and sending an explosion at the nose of the big dark dog.

A loud roar ripped through the air as she was released.

The wound throbbed painfully as she went sailing through the air, she landed in a painful heap, clearing out a line of trees with her body before she came to a stop. Dancing on the fringes of blissful unconsciousness, Kagura struggled to push through the darkness. She knew that blacking out would result in her death.

Using a downed tree for support, she shakily made herself stand, clenching her teeth against a pained whimper.

The poison was painful, thundering through her veins, making her limbs sluggish.

So sluggish she nearly didn't duck in time to miss the large dog barreling towards her. Kagura rolled as the ground she had once stood on erupted in an explosion of dirt, tree limbs and noxious gas. Stumbling to her feet, Kagura began to run, clutching her side as blood ran freely through her fingers.

She could feel the beast on her heels, felt the homicidal rage, the arduous need to kill radiating from the woman she had once called friend.

She couldn't run forever.

She had to distract her, buy some time to escape, hide until she could find a way to take out the remaining pup.

As a giant, sharp clawed palm reached out and slashed through clothing and skin, Kagura knew she didn't gave much time to think or to react. Kagome was set on ending her existence, period. Gods she couldn't think! The poison injected earlier was starting to cloud her mind, burning through her system like a fever.

Loud barks rumbled the forest floor as Kagura ducked into the thick of it, hoping for coverage.

No such luck, the beast stayed on her trail, drawing closer, crushing trees as she charged forward.

Chancing a backward glance, she braced for impact as the beast leapt high in the air, claws extended, mouth open, revealing gleaming, poison tipped teeth and fags, face twisted in savagery, barreling towards her.

Kagura dodged the attack with a burst of energy, wobbling as her legs nearly collapsed.

Snapping her fan open, she turned to face the dog. Above the fluffy blue-black tail, two orbs floated, following the outraged mother. One green bubble contained the three deceased pups, while the other held the lone survivor. Even from her place a few feet away, Kagura could feel the healing energy trapped inside the sphere, mending wounds and bringing the pup from the clutches of death.

"Dance of Blades," she growled, bringing her fan up in an upward sweep, watching tersely as blades of wind whipped towards Kagome.

The attack failed.

Kagome continued on, fangs gleaming, mouth salivating, eyes flashing with fury. Kagura had no chance to move, not this time.

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I'm almost afraid to post chapter >,<. I know some of you are going to want to kick the shit out of me for the way things went down, and a few will probably stop reading, but I can only write what my head tells me to write. Not everything in life can be sunshine, flowers and chocolate bars, ya know? Otherwise, if it was, what would be the point of writing such a story? There'd be no conflict, you'd be bored and you'd sure as shoot wouldn't enjoy it.

Please continue the story guys, we're running into the final 30 or so chapters and then bam, story's over. I'm sure you don't want to miss the ending do ya? Lol.

Hope you all enjoyed the chapter, and had a wonderful Christmas, Hanukah, Kwanza and/or everything in between, as well as an awesome New Year!

Happy New Year everyone! 2011! Woooooooooooooooo!

 

Laters!

~Sessakag

P.S.

Anyone notice the story's at 400,000 words. I did! Woot! Wooot!