InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Demires : The Love Of An Enemy ❯ Kagome ( Chapter 11 )
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By: DemonKirara00 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.04.2004 | Updated On: 11.04.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 396 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.04.2004 | Updated On: 11.04.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 396 | Status: Completed
Demires: The Love Of An Enemy
Eleven: Kagome
His blood is cold. Very cold.
And it chills me to know that my blood probably feels the same.
The pain from my lack of feeding is almost gone now, and I thank Kami for Inuyasha's quick thinking; even though it wasn't that hard of a thing to figure out. I was too weak then to even bring myself to thinking of the thing.
My thirst is being quenched, and I'm nearly full. Finally, I pull away from Inuyasha's neck, wiping the cool liquid from my lips.
I feel some of the glow return to my eyes and my cheeks redden as I turn away. My first, real feeding.
"Hey," he whispers, bringing his hand to my chin and turning my face towards his. "Don't look away."
He leans in to kiss me, and I become dizzy; either from the feeding or the feel of his cool lips against mine.
The last thing I see is him softly laying me own on the bed as sleep claims me.
x-x-x
I wake up with Inuyasha next to me.
"What time is it?" I ask wearily.
"About ten o'clock. At night, that is," he explains. "How are you feeling?"
"Better, I think." I smile a weak smile.
"Good," he says softly, leaning in to kiss me.
"We need to get you to some mortal blood," he whispers against my lips before swiftly kissing me again. I close my eyes, savoring the moment, thinking things over; I'm close to not believing everything that's happened.
"Come on," he says, breaking away from the kiss. He turns so his back is to me, motioning for me to get on his back like the first time I spoke with him.
I climb on, the small blanket from the bed still wrapped around my shoulders, and he walks out of the room, past the room in which his friend lays, and into the night. Before I know it, I'm experiencing the sensation of flying once again. Needless to say, I'm clinging to his shirt for my life as he leaps from place to place, carrying me swiftly to the resting area of a random mortal.
I think making my first kill will be the hardest for me. The thought of breaking the skin like that - yes, I know that is what I did to Inuyasha earlier, but he wanted me to do it - is somewhat hard to grasp.
Through all my thinking, I don't even realized we've stopped moving. Inuyasha helps me off his back, carefully setting my feet on a plush carpet floor.
"Whoa...where are we?" I ask, feeling completely stupid. Just the thing to ask. Sweet Kami.
"In some random room," he says casually. All too casually. "Kill time, my love."
I have never seen Inuyasha kill before, nor have I ever had the desire to. Apparently, he's just as passionate about the kill as he is me, or...or...well, other things, I guess.
I raise a shaky hand to the bed in front of me, smoothing it over the surface. I look up at the being laying in the bed, and I come face to face with a sleeping child.
"Inu, how -" I begin to say.
"Discreetly," he interrupts, knowing my question before I ask it. "Make sure the kid doesn't wake up. They'll scream, or make a noise loud enough to wake the house up, and then you're screwed." Great. Just great.
I don't know how, but somehow I find myself holding the sleeping child's neck close to my lips and I hear Inuyasha urging me to feed. The hunger is strong; the blood of a demire is not as filling as that of a human.
After Inuyasha's third encouragement, I pierce the thin flesh of the young boy, the blood flowing freely. Surprisingly, I enjoy this new sensation; did it feel this good for Inuyasha when he drank my blood?
The thoughts are tossed back and forth in my mind, but all thinking stops when the child lets out a soft whimper and then body falls limp in my arms. Licking the blood from the wound my teeth have left and wiping the blood away from my lips with the back of my hand, I stand up with a proud smile.
"Feel better?" Inuyasha asks with a smirk.
"Of course," I say happily. My first feeding. My first night out with Inuyasha. The change is fully complete.
He walks over to me, wraps his arms around me, and kisses my neck.
"We should go," I whisper with a smile tugging at my lips. "Someone may find us."
"Don't worry," he says somewhat arrogantly. "No one will find us."
"Sure," I say, a smile forming once again. "Come on."
"Fine," he says with a roll of his eyes.
x-x-x
I place the needle back down on the bedside table. "By tomorrow evening, he will be good enough to leave," I explain, watching Inuyasha nod in agreement. "He's taken the change and the injections quite well; I was surprised."
"So, he will be all right?" Inuyasha asks one more time for assurance.
I place a hand on the younger man's head, feeling for any trace of fever. "The fever's gone, the clamminess, too. How are you feeling?"
The body in the bed stirs a little, sitting up against the pillows. "Better, actually," he says. His voice seems utterly familiar, but the being he now is has changed his appearance. I can't place his face.
Which reminds me...what do I look like now? "You need to rest," I quickly say as the thought traces my mind. "Sleep well."
"Thank you," he nearly whispers. I wait until the breathing of the male become steady, then leave the room with Inuyasha at my side.
"Inuyasha?" I ask. "Do I look any different?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do I look different because of the change?"
"Nah. You're still just as beautiful, if not more," he says with a smile on his face.
We reach my room, and I run over to the small mirror set on a table in the corner of the room.
I nearly gasp at my appearance. Not much has changed, but enough has to make you notice. Despite the fact that my hair was a deep ebony before I took on the change, it seems to have turned a shade darker. My skin is a shade or two paler, a change I kind of like. And my eyes; my eyes are the biggest difference of all. They are not red, but a deep crimson that I myself nearly get lost in.
"See? What did I tell you?" Inuyasha says to me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders from behind. "Just as beautiful, if not more."
"Thanks," I say, turning my head up to kiss him. "It'll definitely take some getting used to."
"Nah," he says. "I like it. It looks natural, you know?"
I don't need to 'know' or explain. I know exactly what he means.
Fate has a funny way of laying things out. Inuyasha and me...I always had a feeling that the two of us would end up together somehow - if not in the realm of existence, then in the place of the afterlife. Now, I guess this is the afterlife. No death for me or Inuyasha to experience - and maybe that's a loss - but it's a loss I chose to have.
I wonder what will happen next. I wonder if I'll ever know who truly killed Inuyasha and made him the way he is - the way I am. I wonder how many more creatures like me I will meet. I wonder how I'll continue to walk as the undead.
Despite the questions, I've come to the conclusion that the afterlife I'll experience forever is just what I've always wanted; just what I've always asked for.
All I need is Inuyasha, and maybe a human kill every now and then. And even though I had vowed never to sin as a demire, I've learned that love has risks; risks that you sometimes have to take to be happy. Risks that I honestly don't mind taking.
I couldn't ask for more.
x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
*+*+*The End*+*+*
x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
Hope you all enjoyed. Thanks goes out to:
- All my reviewers. I love you all!
- Hannah. You are truly my best buddy. Thanks for helping me along with this story and supporting me.
- My vampire obsession. Without my love for the demonic myths, this story wouldn't exist.
Thanks again to anyone and everyone who helped me.
Make sure to read the sequel to the "Demires" series; I hope to start it soon!
Eleven: Kagome
His blood is cold. Very cold.
And it chills me to know that my blood probably feels the same.
The pain from my lack of feeding is almost gone now, and I thank Kami for Inuyasha's quick thinking; even though it wasn't that hard of a thing to figure out. I was too weak then to even bring myself to thinking of the thing.
My thirst is being quenched, and I'm nearly full. Finally, I pull away from Inuyasha's neck, wiping the cool liquid from my lips.
I feel some of the glow return to my eyes and my cheeks redden as I turn away. My first, real feeding.
"Hey," he whispers, bringing his hand to my chin and turning my face towards his. "Don't look away."
He leans in to kiss me, and I become dizzy; either from the feeding or the feel of his cool lips against mine.
The last thing I see is him softly laying me own on the bed as sleep claims me.
x-x-x
I wake up with Inuyasha next to me.
"What time is it?" I ask wearily.
"About ten o'clock. At night, that is," he explains. "How are you feeling?"
"Better, I think." I smile a weak smile.
"Good," he says softly, leaning in to kiss me.
"We need to get you to some mortal blood," he whispers against my lips before swiftly kissing me again. I close my eyes, savoring the moment, thinking things over; I'm close to not believing everything that's happened.
"Come on," he says, breaking away from the kiss. He turns so his back is to me, motioning for me to get on his back like the first time I spoke with him.
I climb on, the small blanket from the bed still wrapped around my shoulders, and he walks out of the room, past the room in which his friend lays, and into the night. Before I know it, I'm experiencing the sensation of flying once again. Needless to say, I'm clinging to his shirt for my life as he leaps from place to place, carrying me swiftly to the resting area of a random mortal.
I think making my first kill will be the hardest for me. The thought of breaking the skin like that - yes, I know that is what I did to Inuyasha earlier, but he wanted me to do it - is somewhat hard to grasp.
Through all my thinking, I don't even realized we've stopped moving. Inuyasha helps me off his back, carefully setting my feet on a plush carpet floor.
"Whoa...where are we?" I ask, feeling completely stupid. Just the thing to ask. Sweet Kami.
"In some random room," he says casually. All too casually. "Kill time, my love."
I have never seen Inuyasha kill before, nor have I ever had the desire to. Apparently, he's just as passionate about the kill as he is me, or...or...well, other things, I guess.
I raise a shaky hand to the bed in front of me, smoothing it over the surface. I look up at the being laying in the bed, and I come face to face with a sleeping child.
"Inu, how -" I begin to say.
"Discreetly," he interrupts, knowing my question before I ask it. "Make sure the kid doesn't wake up. They'll scream, or make a noise loud enough to wake the house up, and then you're screwed." Great. Just great.
I don't know how, but somehow I find myself holding the sleeping child's neck close to my lips and I hear Inuyasha urging me to feed. The hunger is strong; the blood of a demire is not as filling as that of a human.
After Inuyasha's third encouragement, I pierce the thin flesh of the young boy, the blood flowing freely. Surprisingly, I enjoy this new sensation; did it feel this good for Inuyasha when he drank my blood?
The thoughts are tossed back and forth in my mind, but all thinking stops when the child lets out a soft whimper and then body falls limp in my arms. Licking the blood from the wound my teeth have left and wiping the blood away from my lips with the back of my hand, I stand up with a proud smile.
"Feel better?" Inuyasha asks with a smirk.
"Of course," I say happily. My first feeding. My first night out with Inuyasha. The change is fully complete.
He walks over to me, wraps his arms around me, and kisses my neck.
"We should go," I whisper with a smile tugging at my lips. "Someone may find us."
"Don't worry," he says somewhat arrogantly. "No one will find us."
"Sure," I say, a smile forming once again. "Come on."
"Fine," he says with a roll of his eyes.
x-x-x
I place the needle back down on the bedside table. "By tomorrow evening, he will be good enough to leave," I explain, watching Inuyasha nod in agreement. "He's taken the change and the injections quite well; I was surprised."
"So, he will be all right?" Inuyasha asks one more time for assurance.
I place a hand on the younger man's head, feeling for any trace of fever. "The fever's gone, the clamminess, too. How are you feeling?"
The body in the bed stirs a little, sitting up against the pillows. "Better, actually," he says. His voice seems utterly familiar, but the being he now is has changed his appearance. I can't place his face.
Which reminds me...what do I look like now? "You need to rest," I quickly say as the thought traces my mind. "Sleep well."
"Thank you," he nearly whispers. I wait until the breathing of the male become steady, then leave the room with Inuyasha at my side.
"Inuyasha?" I ask. "Do I look any different?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do I look different because of the change?"
"Nah. You're still just as beautiful, if not more," he says with a smile on his face.
We reach my room, and I run over to the small mirror set on a table in the corner of the room.
I nearly gasp at my appearance. Not much has changed, but enough has to make you notice. Despite the fact that my hair was a deep ebony before I took on the change, it seems to have turned a shade darker. My skin is a shade or two paler, a change I kind of like. And my eyes; my eyes are the biggest difference of all. They are not red, but a deep crimson that I myself nearly get lost in.
"See? What did I tell you?" Inuyasha says to me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders from behind. "Just as beautiful, if not more."
"Thanks," I say, turning my head up to kiss him. "It'll definitely take some getting used to."
"Nah," he says. "I like it. It looks natural, you know?"
I don't need to 'know' or explain. I know exactly what he means.
Fate has a funny way of laying things out. Inuyasha and me...I always had a feeling that the two of us would end up together somehow - if not in the realm of existence, then in the place of the afterlife. Now, I guess this is the afterlife. No death for me or Inuyasha to experience - and maybe that's a loss - but it's a loss I chose to have.
I wonder what will happen next. I wonder if I'll ever know who truly killed Inuyasha and made him the way he is - the way I am. I wonder how many more creatures like me I will meet. I wonder how I'll continue to walk as the undead.
Despite the questions, I've come to the conclusion that the afterlife I'll experience forever is just what I've always wanted; just what I've always asked for.
All I need is Inuyasha, and maybe a human kill every now and then. And even though I had vowed never to sin as a demire, I've learned that love has risks; risks that you sometimes have to take to be happy. Risks that I honestly don't mind taking.
I couldn't ask for more.
x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
*+*+*The End*+*+*
x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
Hope you all enjoyed. Thanks goes out to:
- All my reviewers. I love you all!
- Hannah. You are truly my best buddy. Thanks for helping me along with this story and supporting me.
- My vampire obsession. Without my love for the demonic myths, this story wouldn't exist.
Thanks again to anyone and everyone who helped me.
Make sure to read the sequel to the "Demires" series; I hope to start it soon!