InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Between Darkness and Light ❯ Angel of Darkness ( Chapter 1 )

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

A/N: I am going through a huge rewrite of the earlier chapters right now. The beginning will be very different from the one right now (more character development and a slower buildup of their relationship.)

Between Darkness and Light

Chapter 1: Angel of Darkness

By Cataluna

He was despicable.

Her hand lifted in a careless swipe across her lips as she caught her breath, her lungs heaving hard against bruised ribs. With that movement, blood that trickled steadily from her nose and the interior of her mouth smeared her cheek, painting a vibrant shade to her normally pale complexion. The grip on her bow was steadfast as she glared at the man standing so casually in front of her. She had to remind herself to be careful not to accidentally crush it with her strength. His green eyes glimmered tauntingly, much like the way a cat would look at a bird. To a normal human, his pose was relaxed, indicating no desire to strike her again -- at least not immediately, but she knew better. His body was unwinding each of its muscles for a quick strike.

Bastard! How dare you think so little of me? She raised her bow, ignoring the gnawing pain that shot through her arm as she took aim and fired. The desire to live made her hopeful but fell quickly when his hand shot out to prevent the arrow from penetrating his flesh at the last possible second. Disappointment was apparent on his face as he stared at the pointed tip of the arrow before closing his hand into a tight fist, snapping its center. He opened his hand again; the two broken ends fell freely to the ground, and its dust seeped slowly from between his long fingers. He shook his head and sighed dramatically, "Your aim is off."

"Fuck Y-."

Even with her training and her incredible sight, all she saw was a dark blur before his hand enclosed around her throat, the back of her skull slammed painfully against the brick wall of the alley. Blood flowed quickly and freely, feeding the packed dirt beneath her as she grew lightheaded and colorful spots began to dance before her eyes. She struggled -- her nails clawing desperately and her feet kicking -- but his hand was like steel and his body was an unyielding, stone wall against her, making her wonder if he had been playing with her since their very first encounter.

Ever so gently, he caressed her crimson cheek with his free hand, ignoring the hatred pouring forth from the dark of her eyes and her continuous attempts to turn away. The hold on her had lessen, permitting her to draw in desperate gulp of air, but it was still too powerful for her to break out of, especially in the state she was in right now. His face was so close to hers that their raven locks mingled together, his breath in hot, steady pants against the crook of her neck. He had fed recently -- perhaps just moments before she'd ran into him -- his skin was much too warm for that of a vampire. If the alley was lit, she would be able to see the pinkish hue on his cheeks and the ruby red on his lips. He inhaled deeply, his nose moving across her skin to take in her scent which was now overwhelmed by the delicious smell of blood. "Anytime, my dear Kikyou, anytime…" he murmured back softly.

"Go to hell, Naraku," she managed to spit out even with his sharp nails digging painfully into her flesh.

He shrugged and suddenly grabbed a fistful of her hair, jerking her head roughly to one side. His lips twisted into a cruel smile as white canines pushed outward. "You know, it's not as bad as most people think. I think that a bitch like you would like it there." With a growl that was low and possessing, he buried his fangs deep into her slender neck. Heated blood swelled up immediately to the surface of her pale flesh and spilled willingly down to coat his throat. She moaned and slumped forward, resting her head against his shoulder; her hands fell limply by her sides as he drank from her. They slid down to the floor with the appearance of a lover's embrace -- his arms held her tightly with one hand cradling the back of her head while she leaned against him, her neck outstretched to the side.

Many passed by with barely a flicker of a gaze at the couple, never realizing that the woman who had fought hard to keep them safe over the years was dying bit by bit, her heart becoming black. He took his time with her, devouring her slowly in order to savor her delicious taste and her sweet cries of agony

And perhaps even pleasure…

Edited: 9/5/2004