InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Demires : The Love Of An Enemy ❯ Inuyasha ( Chapter 10 )

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Demires: The Love Of An Enemy

Ten: Inuyasha

"Inuyasha?" Kagome's hoarse whisper wakes me from my light sleep.

We've been sleeping for a while now. She fell asleep in my arms, and eventually, I drifted off as well.

"Hai?" I whisper back.

"You need to give your friend the injection..."

"Damn," I say, realizing I forgot he's here. "How?" I begin to lay her down softly on the bed.

"Fill the needle tube up three quarters of the way, and inject the whole dose into the central vein of the wrist," she explains. To me, it's amazing she can speak in full sentence. I guess all the rest is doing her good.

I nod and leave the room, making sure to leave a small light on for Kagome; not that she'll have her eyes open anyway.

The hallways seem longer now, and finally, I reach the resting place of my friend.

I went through the procedure of the injection as slowly and carefully as I could, trying to not look away as I slide the needle into the skin of his wrist.

I hate needles.

Finally, I'm finished, and I turn my gaze upon him. Surprisingly, he's looking a lot better than he did before; his skin has begun to collect some color, and he is no longer suffering from the blood change. He's sleeping, and I find it in his best interest not to wake him, so I leave the room to return to Kagome.

Right now, honestly, she's more important than him.

I'm wondering just how long this will all last.

The halls to Kagome's resting place once again , seem longer than usual, but maybe that's a good thing. It gives some time to think, I guess.

The thing that confuses me the most is why she wouldn't ask for the serum to be injected into herself. She told me directly that she hated my - no, our kind for killing so much, and she's found a way to stop that factor somewhat; so why not ask for it?

I'd ask her about it, but as of now, I think she's too week to even begin to think of such things.

The door to her room is slightly open; just enough to let a small stream of light out to shine on the carpeted floor of the hallway.

She's awake, and she smiles at me when I enter the room. I'm somewhat surprised she has the strength to smile; but maybe I'm just overreacting about her taking the change. Maybe, it's not as bad as I imagine it to be. All in all, it's weird to think I didn't have to go through what she's going through right now. It makes me feel almost useless, because I hardly know what's really going on in her body and mind.

"How'd you do?" Kagome asks, breaking the short silence between us.

"I think I actually did okay," I respond with a sigh of relief.

She lets out a weak laugh and says, "You never were one to be comfortable around needles."

I'm surprised she remembers the little things from the years of the past.

She smiles once more, and another silence follows. It's not an awkward silence, nor is it uncomfortable. Just silence.

Maybe I should ask her now; ask her about her future as a demire.

"Kagome?" I ask, breaking the soft silence.

"Hai?"

"Don't you want the-"

"The serum?" she finishes for me. "I was thinking about it," she nearly whispers.

A long silence follows, and I decide not to speak, decide not to pull the answer out of her.

But, what I don't understand is why it's such a hard decision for her.

She'll either kill often, or she won't.

And from what she's previously told me, she doesn't want to kill as much. So why not just take the serum and be done with it?

"I guess I really don't know," she finally says.

Finally, her voice sounds like it did before it happened, before she made the decision to be turned, before I bit her.

"You might want to decide now," I say. "Before it's too late, before you turn completely."

She nods, and her eyes dart around the room before finally settling on the space of the bed in front of her. I can tell she's thinking.

After another moment of seemingly forever silence, she lifts her eyes to meet mine.

"I don't think I'll need it," she states firmly.

"Kagome-"

"No, really. I shouldn't be much different than you; you are the one who turned me. I guess I want to experience everything. Especially experience everything with you ."

I try to protest, but then I realize she's completely serious and won't change her mind, so I nod my approval.

Suddenly, my throat tightens, making me unable to speak. I guess just knowing she's sacrificing her human ways to go through her life with me has a certain affect.

Kagome smiles and motions for me to sit down next to her on the bed. I take her offer and wrap my arms around her smaller frame as soon as I sit.

"I think I'm beginning to regain my strength," she says. "I can fully talk now, and I feel almost completely physically better, too."

"I'm glad," I say, kissing the top of her head and taking in her scent.

"I think I can walk now," she says. "Want to go sit outside?"

"Kagome, it's almost morning. There's no way either of us can go into the sun now," I explain, wondering if she's forgotten.

She sighs and looks up at me. "Fine, we'll just stay sitting in here." To finish her statement, she raises herself up so her lips meet mine, and it startles me to feel the coolness of her lips; they are cool enough to numb.

I don't mind. She feels the same from my lips; I wonder how much more alike the two of us will become.

Suddenly, she winces and hisses sharply, and pulls away from me. Her face is twisted in pain, her hand placed on her chest near her heart.

"Kagome?" I nearly yell, panicking.

Her expression eases as if the pain has gone away, and she quickly says, "I need to feed...or I will die."

How could I forget? Everything was perfect. Completely perfect . She was with me, telling me she wanted to experience everything with me, she was seemingly well; how could I forget? The good must have drowned out the bad.

I can't find my knife; I must have left it outside when I had slit my wrist for her to drink the first time.

Thinking quickly, I pull her close to my neck and order her to bite; order her to feed.

I feel the sharpness of her teeth pierce my flesh, but I feel no pain. Only a slight feeling of relief.

She'll live, I know she will. A demire's blood is much stronger than a human's. It may not taste like human blood, for it is much colder, but it will keep her strength alive so she may leave to feed on a mortal next; and once she feeds for the second time, she will have completely turned.

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A/N: Ok, I took everyone's advice and decided to continue ^_^ Enjoy! ((Also...what do you think the rating should be? I don't plan to have any MAJOR lemon/lime content (maybe some, but nothing too bad or NC-17 related), so do you think it should be down-rated to PG-13? Or should I keep it at R, for the whole 'blood' thing? Tell me, please.))