InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Lust ❯ Strange Turn of Events ( Chapter 2 )

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I was stupid.

That's the only way I could possibly explain my actions.

Dazed, moronic, and just plain senseless.

Well, maybe I should give my demonic half a bit more credit. I remember functioning on pure, raw instinct – thought procession had become somewhat foreign to me at the time. The moon had caught my attention that night, it was in the shape of a crescent, and the ethereal clouds looked translucent as they slowly blanketed the stars. I was sitting in the same tree that those cursed monks had bound me to for kami knows how long. Even while my soul had been completely devoured by my demonic blood, the night sky always seemed to find a way to calm me down, give me a feeling of pure bliss.

I know I sound all sentimental and shit, but if you had been there, you'd understand.

My demonic half was always raging, struggling to seek comfort in everyday activities such as eating and sleeping.

I scrunched up my face, exhaling roughly, thinking about the wench that had freed me. Ever since then,
I hadn't been able to function like I normally did. I hadn't been able to kill anymore of those fucking humans, it was if my quenchless lust for blood had been appeased. My claws sank into the bark underneath me as I growled fiercely.

That fucking priestess– I just knew she had put some type of spell on me. My blood called out for her, screamed for her scent to come back to me. I was beginning to ache for her to be near me again, to run my tongue over her skin, just to see what type of noises she'd make.

My claws sank deeper into the bark.

What the fuck did she do to me?

I remember my amplified feelings of anxiety, anger and confusion.

My blood pulsed unnaturally, and I knew exactly what I was craving so strongly.

I'd figure out what the bitch did to me.

I howled at the moon before jumping from my comfortable branch onto the forest floor, landing on the ball of my heels.

I sprung through the forest, my tongue gliding over my fangs deviously.

My nostrils flared, the various smells of the night air wafting into me. I smelled everything – the pine of the trees, a nearby lake, and even–

I smirked evilly.
–
– The bitch's scent.
–
I can't explain into full detail what took place after that – only chunks of my memory fall into place when I think about it.. I remember being crouched over in a nearby tree on the balls of my feet, spying into the village that carried her scent.
My claws were digging into the bark, piercing through the wood like tissue. My ears twinged as I felt warm trickles of dark crimson blood sliding down my hands from the force, but I paid it no mind.

I felt my eyes rolling– her fucking scent was even more powerful now. I gripped the bark tighter, now gaining a fear of losing my balance, and waited.

The small village was bustling with activity, it was night after all, but for some inexplicable reason, I had had an inkling that my bitch would turn up pretty soon.

Call me psychic, or just plain genius, cause' right after that thought, a familiar silhouette emerged from one of the few huts.

My ears perked up, as my nostrils flared– I felt like I was on autopilot or some shit.

I needed to get closer.

I could barely see her anymore, as she was heading toward the woods, but I consumed my fill of her scent, jumping from tree to tree, following her silently.

I was going to get her alone.

I smirked at her foolishness– wandering around alone at night wasn't the wising thing to do.

After all, she could become prey to a demon.

My smirk grew wider.

She continued on, completely oblivious to my presence, ducking under branches, stepping over tiny holes in the forest floor.

The moon glistened over her frame , allowing me access to her features once more. I tried to ignore the cry that my demon blood had embedded in my brain.

I fuckin' tried.

When I say this, it may confuse you, but imagine how the fuck I felt.

I'll just continue with the story, and let you be the judge of my wild, bizarre, down right stupid actions.

So anyway, I was following the wench, and then as I'm still perched in my tree, I saw her stop short of a lake, and strangely enough, those blue eyes looked directly at me.

Those fuckin' enticing, gorgeous blue eyes.

I stilled completely, waiting for her to scream, run,– something.

And yet, she tore her gaze away, stretching her arms over her head somewhat languidly.

It was dark, and she was human, so of course she hadn't seen me.

I watched as she got cozy and plopped down on the grass, resting her back against the tree directly in front of me, her eyes on the night sky.

For some stupid reason, I took notice to how the night seemed to relax her as well.

Taking this as my opportunity, I dived down, landing pretty damn gracefully in front of her, my position mirroring that of an assassin– knees bent, right arm overlapping left– and I sure as hell felt like one.

My intentions were direct– get the bitch to break her spell on me.

If she refused– hey, I didn't think it would be that hard for my blood lust to return.

I stood slowly, languidly, my demonic eyes boring into hers.

She gasped and quickly stood, scrambling backward until her back came into contact with the tree.

“You,” she whispered.

I smirked and cracked my knuckles, making my way toward her at an achingly torturous pace.

“Me.”

“How did you find me?” she questioned, eying me up and down, her brows furrowed.

I tapped my nose, now only inches in front of her.

And that's when things went downhill.

I planned to get her to release my spell – hell, anything other than what actually happened.

I was so fucking weak, pathetic.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

The moment I moved closer, I felt my eyes widen, felt my knees turn to jello.

I'd been smelling her since I spotted her, and even I had felt urges.

But being so close to her once again, having vanilla and honey clouding my senses, shrouding my proper judgment, I faltered.

I fucking faltered.
I could no longer control myself, and I vaguely remembering my nose diving into the crook of her neck, practically engulfing her entire entity. Her scent hit me instantly, stronger than it had ever been before. I moved closer, backing her against the tree completely, my hand resting against the bark.

She wasn't going anywhere.

I think that she gasped, but was probably too shocked and confused to push me away.

I groaned, feeling my eyes roll again.

“Fuck.”

My claws dug into the bark once more– I tried to get a hold of myself.

I had never smelled anything like her before, something so strong, powerful.

Forcing myself to draw back, I locked onto her wide eyes, confusion etched into her features.

I had to focus, concentrate.

“What did you do to me?” I ground out, breathing heavily.

“Gods,” I leaned back in, my body now flush against hers.

“I can't get enough of you. Gods, why the fuck can't I get enough?”

“I-I didn't do anything,” she whispered, struggling slightly.

My hand – the one that wasn't digging its way into the tree behind her – grasped her arm roughly, holding her in place.

“Then why do I feel this way?”

Silence.

I shook her slightly and drew back once more, my desperation taking a hold of me.

I didn't want to admit it, but my demon wants what it wants.

And Gods, it wanted her.

“I-I don't know! I freed you, that's it!” she exclaimed, her eyes searching into his.

“Like I said before, you've done nothing to me, so what reason would I have to curse you?”

Valid point.

“Besides,” she continued.

“Priestesses only have the power of purification. There's no way that I could make you...” she trailed off, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

She bit her lip nervously, instantly drawing my eyes to the subconscious movement.

“Fuck,” I cursed again, my nails sinking deeper into the bark.

“So why didn't you purify me?” I countered, trying to gain control over the situation once again.

She rolled her eyes, only making my want grow stronger for her at her defiance.

“I told you already, sheesh!”

“But you're a priestess, Ka-go-me,” I mimicked, my eyes turning into slits.

“I'm a demon. It's your job to rid the world of my kind.”

She frowned, before bravely reaching up to my hanyou ears, taking one between her index and middle finger, massaging it tenderly.

“ It's not my job to do such an awful thing. I see you as no threat.”

Against my better judgment, I felt my eyes become heavily lidded, my breathing now deeper.

Maybe if she hadn't of done that, just fucking maybe things would have turned out differently.

“Damnit, bitch,” I groaned, before placing a clawed hand to her neck, and pulling it toward me in a kiss.

Yeah, I know.

Fuckin' pathetic, ain't it?

I hunted down the bitch to interrogate and possibly kill her.

What do I end up doing?

Her scent spiked, making her all the more enticing.

Before I knew it, I was devouring her mouth, tasting, licking, sucking.

This wasn't no gentle, 'I'm so in love with you kiss.'

It was fierce, rough, torrid, ambrosial, all the things that it shouldn't have been.

Once I began, I couldn't get enough, and before I knew it, my hands were seeking refuge in that silky charcoal hair of hers, the individual strands fanning out over my wrists. I groaned in her mouth, her ample breasts pushed tightly against my chest.

Minutes had gone by, so reluctantly, I pulled back, breathing roughly. I watched her intently, her lips slightly swollen, those cheeks of hers flushed.

Seeing her that way made me think of the others things I could have been doing to make her get the same appearance.

She was also breathing roughly, a question mark on her face.

“You-you k-kissed me!”

She pointed a finger at me accusingly.

I chuckled.

When was the last time I had chuckled?

Damn girl.

“Bitch, I ain't hear you complainin'.”

Her eyes rolled again.

“My name is Kagome, geez! Get it through that thick skull of– “

She suddenly cut off, her head tilting to the side slightly, in awe.

“What?” I snapped, not liking the sudden attention I was getting.

Her hands went up to my cheeks, her eyes wide.

“The purple scars on your cheeks– they're gone!”