InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Between Darkness and Light ❯ Then Night Falls... ( Chapter 20 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, Rumiko Takahashi does.

Warning: Remember, this R rating isn't to be taken lightly.

Between Darkness and Light

Chapter 20: Then Night Falls…

By Cataluna

His fist must be made of solid steel or something very close to it. Her head snapped back and she felt her neck strained as she struggled to remain upright, arms flailing awkwardly outward to find her center. She briefly wondered if her entire face was broken from the impact. It certainly felt like it. She sensed his presence from behind and instinct screamed for her to move quickly, but pain made her movement slow and awkward. His fist connected once more and she fell forward. The rugged terrain came rushing up towards her and her trusty stake fell from her hand to roll noisily across the floor.

It hurt -- the throbbing pain shooting up her spine, the nonstop tearing - but she couldn't afford one second of recovery even though she would like nothing more than to curl up on the ground and wait for the pain to stop. She had to keep moving. With gritted teeth, Kagome quickly pushed her body upward, scrambling to her feet and jumping aside just in time to avoid being flattened by a park bench. Claws swiped at her upper torso, managing to rip through the paper-thin material and leave behind five nasty gashes. She hissed loudly, holding back a pained cry as blood - her blood -- dripped from her wounds and each of his painted-black claws.

`Blood, it's always blood… don't they care about anything else?' Kagome thought as he lifted his hand to thoroughly sample each ruby droplet, so transfixed by her blood that she was momentarily forgotten. Lips curled with revulsion by his weird fascination, she lashed forward and struck him with the back of her hand, then sunk a sharp kick into the center his stomach. He grunted loudly but did not stagger, catching her ankle before she could fully retract her foot. Not wanting to risk twisting her ankle by struggling, she allowed gravity to drag her down to the floor. Her other foot swept his legs from underneath him, and she smiled in satisfaction as he fell, cursing loudly. `You like that, huh?' Kagome rolled over, immediately spotting a large branch that was just a few feet away and began to crawl towards it.

Cold fingers dug to her sides, flipping her over and she found herself looking into a pair of violet eyes that might have been considered pretty if they weren't so bloodshot. He settled his weight completely on top of her -- his rottening flesh against her own - and brushed her hair gently aside in a mocking show of tenderness, "I've been waiting to meet you for a long time," he confessed the way a teenage boy would to his crush as he slipped his hand between them, tracing at the painful gashes he had left behind. Kagome winced when he deliberately reopened the ones that were beginning to close, splitting them further apart so blood would flow.

He smiled and brought his finger to her lips, painting them a bright red, before leaning down to taste it directly from her mouth. She shuddered in disgust at the feel of his tongue sliding wetly across her lips, while she blindly searched the ground for weapons. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once and she wondered if horniness was a prevalent trait for vampires. Her eyes closed momentarily in relief when her hand circled around a small but steady twig.

"Your blood…" he began, running his fangs across her neck to tease at the skin, his wandering hands finally settled around her hips to press her intimately against him. "I like the way you-" he glanced shockingly down at the stick in his chest, "taste." The slayer continued to push the make-shift stake in until he was very still. Breathing heavily, she rolled his body off of her and wiped her mouth repeatedly, still not able to believe that this one vampire was able to give her so much trouble. The others had been so easy; all she did was point and stab. But this one… She snuck a look at the body beside her before turning away. `Or maybe I'm just tired and he got lucky.'

Kagome stared up at the unusually bright moon, grateful that the air surrounding her was finally still. It was hard to make herself get up once she was comfortably laying there, one hand covering the stinging wounds on her stomach and the other cradling the back of her head as she caught her breath. She could feel the speedy mending of her torn skin and the rush of heat that spread through her body to heal her injuries; the act itself still managed to surprise her even after witnessing Inuyasha's miraculous recovery.

The others were still fighting; she could hear them regardless of the large distance between them - the slashing of Inuyasha's sword and the sound of arrows slicing surely through the air. `Then why am I still on the ground? They might need me…' Scolding at herself for her own laziness, Kagome braced her hands on the floor and stood swiftly, dusting the back of her pants of dirt and grass. The vampires had been purposefully trying to isolate her from the others; one might have called it a trap except that she was able to kill all of them.

She took her time searching for her stake, finally finding it under a build-up pile of leaves before starting an easy jog towards their way. `There's something weird about tonight that makes me want to stay where I am and not fight…like something bad is about to happen..'. She shook her head quickly to banish the silly notion; her eyes disdainfully caught the sight of the shining moon again. `It's just the full moon…It does things to people's mind.'

The slayer's steps quickened to a run as she saw the silvery shine of Inuyasha's hair and the reflective glint of his sword from afar. He wasn't in any sort of danger - playing rather than fighting with his opponents -- but the anxieties in her heart seemed to lessen with his proximity, and she wanted these foreboding feelings to subside. She saw that Miroku and Sango were fighting just a few feet away, also without any difficulties. It was strange seeing Miroku with a weapon in his hand instead of his usual books. She had always thought of him as more of a brainy type of guy than a fighter.

Kagome bit back a smile as her eyes refocused on the hanyou, finding his powerful swordplay to be beautiful and even graceful. `Like a dancer, a ballet dancer…' She snickered as she imagined Inuyasha prancing around in tights and a matching pink tutu. Mate or not, he would probably kill her for that thought.

A slight movement from behind made her whirl around. Kagome immediately lowered her stake and her eyes soften at the sight -- not a monster, but an angelic-looking child. She couldn't be a day over seven. Her hair was pale, and if possible, shades lighter than Inuyasha's. She wore no shoes and in her arm was a white teddy bear. `Poor thing, she must be lost.' Kagome saw her gaze shift to the wooden stake in her hand and quickly hid it inside her jacket. `And incredibly frightened.'

"Hi sweetie, are you okay?" Kagome spoke softly and took a tentative step towards her, hoping that the little girl wouldn't run away, "Where's your mommy?"

She said nothing and regarded her with an empty stare; her eyes were darker than the night.

Kagome bit her lip, wondering if something had robbed the child of her voice, or perhaps she was simply too scared to say anything. "You want me to take you home?" she tried again with a gentle smile, hoping to coax her into speaking.

She nodded, finally responding to her questions, "Home."

A chill ran down her spine at the sound of her voice -- so incredibly light and hollow - and she instinctively stepped back. Kagome studied the angelic child in front of her, trying to discover something -- anything -- out of the ordinary, but all she could find were a pair of sad eyes looking at her with expectance. She suddenly felt incredibly silly for her pointless apprehension towards someone so harmless and innocent. Suppressing an impending shudder, she held out her hand, "What's your name, sweetie?"

"Kanna."

~*~*~*~

"Stupid wench," Inuyasha muttered for the fifth time as the twig he had been holding splintered loudly inside his fist. `Damn it!' he flung his arm back and threw its remains into the dark of the forest. His lips lifted in a temporary state of satisfaction when the impact caused a flurry of dark wings to take off into the sky in search of a quieter resting place. The frown reappeared on his face as the birds disappeared from view. `She was at this fucking spot just a moment ago and now she's gone. Where in the hell is she?'

"Stupid, stupid wench."

"Inuyasha!" Sango stopped what she was doing to voice her disapproval, finally tired of hearing the hanyou's endless string of curses and the disrespectfulness he was showing to her new friend.

"What!" the hanyou snapped, his eyes blazing with pure annoyance.

Sango met his eyes coolly to show that she was not at all intimidated by his tone. He certainly had quite a temper. Until now, she didn't know there were so many ways a person could use the word "fuck" in just one sentence. To make matters worse, his patience was that of a child, as he had clearly shown her that night at the apartment when they were trying to pump her for information. "I don't think Kagome would appreciate you calling her that."

Inuyasha shot her a dark look that pretty much screamed "mind your own business," before answering, "Well she is being a stupid wench. She should have known better than to wander off like that. And especially after getting kidnapped by that scum." His nose flared in anger at the unwanted reminder of almost losing Kagome and another man touching her so intimately.

"That still doesn't give you the right to speak of Kagome like that. I thought you care about her."

Inuyasha was in front of her in an instant, fangs protruding menacingly past his lips and his hands were balled into two tight fists to keep from slamming them into her face. He didn't like hitting women, but with her, he would make an exception. He hated the thought of anyone trying to cause trouble between them, and especially by a newcomer who obviously had no idea of what she was talking about.

"Sango, you shouldn't-" Miroku tried to interject.

"Don't you fucking dare to think that you know anything about us just because we're allies," Inuyasha warned the exterminator harshly, eyes narrowing into angry slits, "You know nothing about Kagome and me. Our relationship is beyond what you think it is and you'll never be able to understand it."

"I don't need to understand your relationship. All I can see is that you're being extremely disrespectful toward your girlfriend and I'm surprised that she's been putting up with your mess for so long." Sango hesitated, startled by the wave of pure hatred she could sense coming from the hanyou. In spite of what it might look like, she wasn't purposefully trying to start a fight or cause problems. She just couldn't stand to hear his insults any longer. "She deserves better-"

"Shut up!" Inuyasha commanded through clenched teeth before she could finish, red beginning to bleed into his vision at her accusations. He had to take a couple of deep breaths before he could be sure that he wouldn't rip out her throat. The only thing keeping him from doing that was Kagome and her policy on killing. "Bitch," he hissed lowly, somehow managing to worsen the meaning of the word by his tone, "Maybe if you can `get some' once in a while," he gestured to Miroku and smirked when she turned bright red at the implication, "You won't have to be all over other people's business."

Sango never thought her face could get that hot; it felt as though all the blood in her body had rushed to her face. Growing up as the daughter of the Taijiya leader had made her strong but it hadn't prepared her for this… the topic of sex. Her fighting skills and strength had more or less frightened away the suitors at her village. The ones who'd dared to court her had to reckon with her father's fierce protectiveness towards his only daughter and deal with the fact that she was a much better fighter than them. Given the circumstances, she had managed to reach the lovely age of twenty-one without so much more than a peck on the cheek and an unfortunate fear of intimacy.

She was also left with a terrible shyness when dealing with the opposite sex. Strangely though, her bashfulness always seemed to disappear completely in the midst of a battle or during an argument. It probably stemmed from her need to set egotistical men -- who wanted their women to be docile and obedient -- in their place. That was the reason why she was so stubborn about his treatment towards Kagome. The exterminator had taken an immediate liking for the younger girl, almost treating her like the sister she'd never had. And like any older sister, she wanted the best for her sibling.

There was no uncertainty in her mind that those two were perfect for each other even though they were natural enemies. She had actually thought it was rather romantic when she'd first learned of this strange pairing, and the notion still held. It just would be better if Inuyasha could become a little more polite, a bit more charming… a bit more like Miroku. Blushing redder at the thought, her eyes lifted to observe him as he tried to calm Inuyasha down on her behalf. Miroku probably found her to be foolish and completely immature for having started the argument in the first place. Right or not, now was not the time to bicker amongst themselves. Finding Kagome was their main priority.

Her right foot absently swiped at the forest floor as she tried to muster up the courage to apologize for her behavior. It wouldn't be easy but someone had to do it, and she seriously doubted the hanyou would be the first to say "I'm sorry." Something- a bug had managed to slip inside the cuff of her pants, startling her from her pondering. She shook that leg in hopes of removing the nuisance but it held on fast. Irritated, she bent down and raised her pant to keep it from navigating its tiny limbs up the length of her leg, but her hand stopped as her eyes caught the an luminous glow by her feet. It can't be!

"Inuyasha, Miroku, come take a look at this," she requested urgently, already crouched at the floor to look at it more closely.

Miroku was by her side in a second and her breath caught in her throat at his sudden closeness and the warmth that seemed to radiate from his body. "What is it, Sango?" he asked gently, his violet eyes looking concerningly into her own.

Sango swallowed her nervousness and held up a tiny white flower, "This."

Miroku gasped in understanding and carefully took the flower from her. Her skin tingled where his fingers had brushed against hers during the exchange. "Is this what I think it is?"

She nodded, "I'm afraid so."

~*~*~*~

Sighing softly, she looked at the tiny hand that was encased securely in her own. Kagome held on to it tightly, her eyebrows knitting in worry as she rubbed her thumb repeatedly across the back if her hand to generate warmth. Even with her jacket draped across her shoulders, Kanna was still ice-cold. The chilly air didn't seem to bother Kanna as much as it bothered the slayer. She was afraid that with her bare feet and thin, frilly dress, the child would catch herself a cold. Kanna had mentioned that she was living alone with her father; that was all she had managed to drag out from the reserved child. Hopefully, he would have a nice, warm glass of milk waiting for her at home.

Kagome envisaged what it would be like to have a child with Inuyasha as she drew Kanna closer to her side. The thought had crossed her mind since they had become intimate with each other, and without using any protection. She really should pay a visit to her doctor and see about getting some birth control. Putting on a condom was usually the last thing on both of their minds. `But what if…' Her other hand instinctively splayed across her flat stomach to find some evidence of life growing deep inside her - a tiny ki or even a flutter of a movement. Disappointment mixed with relief painted her face as she came into a conclusion; there was none - she was certain of it. She was much too young to be a mother, and she still had college to consider, but truthfully, the idea of starting a family with him right now didn't terrify her at all. Her only concern would be the possible threat of their enemies using their child to get to them. `Do slayers get maternal leave?'

For now, she would daydream, doing something that all girls had done one time or another when they were with their boyfriends. Kagome glanced down at the child again, watching her quiet movement and the play of moonlight on her iridescent hair. Inuyasha would probably want a boy to mold into his own image but a girl would be nice. Her lips pulled into a smile as she thought of the little child they would raise - the absolute proof of their love. Would she inherit her father's amber eyes or hers? Maybe she would have a combination of both: silver hair and brown eyes with specks of amber. `God knows, she'll probably have Inuyasha wrapped around her pinky-'

Blood.

She nearly gagged; the nauseating scent of freshly spilled blood suddenly satiated the air. Her watery eyes snapped forward to the greenhouse looming in front of them. She pulled Kanna protectively behind her and gave a reassuring squeeze even as a tendril of fear snaked inside her stomach. `Perfect, just perfect.' It was something she would expect to see in a horror movie -- its menacing stand against the dark backdrop of the sky and its interior full of shifting shadows. She gnawed nervously on the fleshy interior of her cheeks, trying to decide her next course of action. It would probably be safer for her to wait for the others. Besides, she obviously couldn't fight and protect Kanna at the same time.

Kanna gave a sudden tug and flung her hand away; taking off into a quick run towards the very building she wanted to keep her out of. Kagome chased after her, surprised by the speed those little legs were able to generate. "Kanna… Stop!" she begged with a hoarse cry as tall, untamed grass brushed against her legs, her shoes pounding hard into the pack dirt. She didn't understand the abrupt change in the child's passive behavior and why she would want to go near that place. Could this building possibly be her home? The thought made her even more determine to stop her entry - to protect her innocence -- but she was too late. "No!" Her heart stopped when she watched with widening eyes as Kanna opened the door and went inside the greenhouse without a slightest bit of hesitation, her plead ignored.

She took a deep breath and followed, reaching the entrance in five long strides. The inside was filled with shadows of overgrown plants, abandoned by their owners and left to their own survival. She tentatively touched the door handle and recoil back immediately. Her brows settled into a frown as she rubbed her fingers against her thumb, finding it to be wet and sticky in a distinctive kind of way. She didn't need her slayer sense to tell her that it was going to be bad. She just wished that Inuyasha was here, looking out for her like always. But time was precious and she couldn't choose her own safety over that of a child.

With her jaw set firmed, she opened the screen door and cautiously stepped forward. Warm air that the house had managed to absorb during the day enveloped her, making her top stick uncomfortably to her back. Despite the glass window at the top, the ceiling was nearly half-covered by grim and vines, fighting for a spot under the sunlight. She dared not to cry out her name, not wanting to alert the perpetrators of their presence. The low beams of the moon occasionally filtered through, aiding her frantic search for Kanna. She grimaced as her shoes came in contact with a leg or maybe even an arm and forced herself to stare straight ahead, knowing that she would otherwise empty her stomach.

Size was deceiving. The greenhouse had appeared small on the outside, but its interior was a whole different matter. The span of the room seemed never ending and she felt as though she was walking around in circles. She eventually found her jacket left in a heap on the floor. It was much too hot to be wearing it so she simply picked the discarded garment up and set it aside. Neatly, of course.

Relief washed over her body when caught a flash of white out of the corners of her eyes. Her back was facing her, and she was knelt on the ground with her head bowed low. Kagome bent down and put her hand on her shoulder, pulling her back gently, "Kanna, are you-" She blinked and scurried back, hand clasped tight over her mouth to keep her scream from escaping.

Monster.

Her tiny hands - the very hands she had tried to warm, the very ones she had been holding - dug gleefully into the chest cavity of a man… no, a boy. His ashen face was twisted in terror and life had long faded from his eyes.

"Kanna, how could you…" she spoke softly.

The girl turned around slowly, her pure white dress now splattered with crimson blotches. There was a smudge of red on her cheek and for a crazed second, Kagome was tempted to wipe it off for her. She heard the faintest sound of leaves rustling and stems shifting as they were brushed aside.

A setup.

Kagome looked at Kanna, the blank expression remained the same. No guilt, not even a flicker of remorse. She reminded her of an expensive porcelain doll she had received one year for her birthday. The empty eyes had frightened her so much that her mom had to store it away in the far corner of the attic; its box sealed shut and never opened. And now the doll was staring back at her with eyes that were an endless pit of ebony. There was a low chuckle as footsteps echoed confidently behind her.

"What do you want?"

"I want a lot of things… blood, to be able to see the sun again, a sister who loves me, my life…" his voice trailed off as he closed the distance between them, stopping only a few feet away.

`Souta…'

Her body shook with a violet tremor and she felt all her breath leave her lungs as she waited for him to continue, her eyes glued to Kanna - the little girl cradling the boy's heart in her hands like it was something precious.

"But we can't always get what we want, now can we, Kagome?"

She swallowed. Words refused to form in her mouth and she could only manage a pathetic shake of her head as old tears began to gather.

"Look at me," he requested in a kind manner.

Her body refused to move. She did not need to see to know who he was -- she could never forget someone so dear - and most of all, she did not want to see what he had become.

Ashes to ashes,

Dusts to dusts.

Kagome remembered those words all too well. He had looked so peaceful in his casket. The mortician was able to expertly disguise the bite marks on his neck and bring color to his cheeks. So well that she had stared at him long before the others had arrived, expecting him to awaken at any moment and tell her that it was all a sick joke. She would hit him for his trickery and they would laugh, then the whole family would celebrate his triumph as the greatest practical joker by taking him out for ice cream.

But nothing ever turned out the way she wanted.

She had been the one to discover his body, the one to bid farewell to her only brother, and the one to bring fresh flowers to his grave. Sometimes Inuyasha would go with her -- arms across his chest and his back against the tree -- waiting patiently until she was ready to go home.

"Look at me," he repeated. When she didn't respond, he grabbed the end of her ponytail and jerked her head back. She cried out as pain shot through her and quickly held on to the base of her hair to prevent him from pulling out strands. "Look at me, damn it!" he practically screamed inside her ear, "Look at the monster you've turned me into!"

At last, she turned her face, immediately wishing that she hadn't. His face had hardened -- the baby fat had gone from his cheeks -- sharp canines pushed out from between his lips, and his brown eyes no longer radiated warmth. And there was blood on his lips.

"God, I'm so sorry," she whispered, lifting her hand to touch the hollow of his cheek.

Souta snarled, drawing back before she could reach him. "Shut up!" he shoved her, hard. Her back hit the wall with a loud crack and the glass behind her fractured, almost shattering entirely from the impact. "I really don't need to hear any more of your lies."

"I'm not-"

He slapped her; she gazed at him and gingerly touched her stinging cheek. "I've been waiting a long time to say this and you're going to listen without running your big mouth."

She winced and shut her eyes, horrified by what her sweet little brother had become, a creature of the night and her enemy.

"I waited for you to come and rescue me. You were the slayer but you weren't there to rescue me, something you were supposed to do…." He ran his hand through his locks. "You don't know what it's like to die; to feel your life slowly getting sucked away, yet can do nothing about it," he paused momentarily and looked at her to ensure that she was still listening, "I never thought that I'll wake up again but I did. He told me that you could save me but you're too busy sucking face with your new boyfriend."

"Who?"

He ignored her question and continued. "I didn't want to believe him but you never came, and I was very hungry." His tongue absently slithered out to lap up the remaining blood on his lips. "He fed me and it was good," he grinned the way he used to, like nothing had happened, "Almost as good as mom's oden."

"Who!?" she persisted.

He shrugged. "It doesn't matter; you'll be meeting him soon."

And with that both him and the little girl were gone, but not without a hard punch to her stomach that caused her to double over. She didn't know how long she had laid there before their arrival. Nothing in her was broken, except for her heart. He came like a prince on his stallion and scooped her up in his arms. Her face at once burrowed in the curve between his neck and shoulder, wanting to lose herself in his embrace.

~*~*~*~

Her clothes fell into a noiseless heap around her feet; the shirt was ruined -- torn and splattered with blood, completely beyond repair -- but at least her pants were salvageable. She stood unmoving for the moment, listening to the sound of water pounding loudly against the floor and the side of the curtain while wondering her purpose for being here. Her usually bright eyes were lackluster and her lips were nearly white even as her teeth dug deep into the soft flesh.

The doorknob rattled suddenly, startling her from her trance. "Kag?" Inuyasha called out, his voice muffled by the door.

Kagome kicked the pool of garments from her feet and walked slowly towards the door. Tonight, she just wanted to be left alone, but at the same time, she wanted to be near his presence, his voice. She pressed her palm flat against the door and spoke through the tiny crack, "Yea?"

"You're okay?" He twisted the knob once more, but with more force. "Why is the door locked?"

"I'm fine," she replied quickly and reassuringly, somehow managing to keep her tone even. It was natural for him to be anxious after tonight, even more so after discovering that the little girl she had saved was not as angelic as she had appeared to be. She took a side-long glance at her reflection. Physically, she was healed - not a mark marred her pale skin and the bruises on her face had faded into a hint of green. `Physically…'

The knob rattled again and she could hear the straining of the metal under his strength. She quickly grabbed the knob to still its movement, hoping that her force would counter his.

"Kagome! Answer me or open the fucking door!"

Her heart thumped loudly against her chest. He was losing it and her silence wasn't helping the situation. She needed to find something to distract him. Fast! Knowing that he was closed to breaking down the door, her eyes darted around the room in a wild panic before settling on a can of shaving gel on the bathroom counter, "Just doing some girl stuff."

She exhaled silently in relief when she heard him chuckle and felt his aura calmed. His reaction was expected from any hot-blooded man. "Girl stuff, huh?," Inuyasha laughed again, "Mind if I come in and give you a hand?" his voice dropped to a caressing whisper that made her skin hot, "You know, so I can help you clean those hard to reach places…"

"Only if you want your legs and your arms shaved," the slayer shot back; a tiny smile crossed her face as her problems were momentarily forgotten because of his silliness.

There was a long pause while she waited for his response; she could almost imagine him grimacing and shifting uncomfortably at the thought. Inuyasha finally cleared his throat and replied with a "feh," a trademark word he had used time and again when he didn't know what to say. "I'm going to go pick up some grocery. You want anything?

"No." What I want, you can't give me… She leaned back and stared at a miniscule crack in the ceiling, "Nothing I can think of."

"Alright, I'll be back soon. Just don't go complaining about not having enough chocolate ice cream."

Kagome smiled again. "I won't." She waited until she heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. With the turning of the lock, she drew back the curtain and stepped inside to meet a cloud of steam. The water was initially scalding but she was soon numb to the pain. She closed her eyes and ran her hands through her dampening hair as the water pooled around her feet thickened and turned bright scarlet.

Everything is stained…

She grabbed her loofah and began to rub vigorously until her skin bled and the water running down her body was an endless shade of red. She opened the curtain and turned her raw back to the mirror. It was still there - glowing and taunting.

And no amount of cleaning can wash it away…

It was then that she allowed herself to grieve. Tears that she had been collecting rolled down her cheeks. Her knees buckled weakly with her uncontrollable emotions and she fell to her knees, her arms supporting the rest of her weight while her wet hair hid her face as the water continued to hammer down her back. She didn't know, never even suspected that it would turn out like this. And she truly was the one to blame for all this. Her head found comfort against the wall and she finally released an anguish sob that she had held back.

She hugged her arms tight around herself and closed her eyes. The slayer's lips moved slowly as his face became clear; the roaring water eagerly drowned out the sound of his name. She would do anything to change him back.

Anything!

~*~*~*~

Naraku's lips curled into an amused smile; his hand instantly clutched the ring hanging from his neck as he stepped unwillingly away from the balcony. "Anything, huh?" Dawn was nearing, but as always, tomorrow night would come.

He was ready to grant the slayer her wish.

~*~*~*~

A/N: Alright, I'll be concentrating on this mainly from now on so hang on tight! I might be able to update once a month instead of once every three months.