InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden Fruit ❯ Obsession ( Chapter 2 )

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

 

 

This one is dedicated to Silver Angeliss for giving me a wonderful idea to write another in Kagome's POV. Thank you for the idea!

 

 

Warning: There is a mild lemon in here. It's a pretty tame one, not too hot and heavy quite yet lol. So don't say I didn't warn ya! Also, this isn't quite as good as the last one, I know. But I couldn't really find a way to make it quite as…deep as in Inuyasha's POV. But don't worry. It'll get better. Now that I've written in both POV's, I think I prefer writing in Inuyasha's. But then again…I like making him out as the mysterious vampire lord. Hm. Well I'll leave that up to yall! Just tell me what ya think!

 

Forbidden Fruit

Kagome's POV

 

Lightning cackled and flashed outside as I trudged stiffly into my home. I was cold, wet, and bloody. Not the best combination in the world, but hey, that's the risk in my line of work. Going out in all hours of the night, with no guarantee of safe return…or even of returning at all.

 

My name is Kagome Higurashi. And I am a vampire slayer. No, I'm not a Buffy-poser. I am anything but that. I'm the real deal. The shit. The big stinky cheese of the vampire community. And they hate cheese.

 

I turn 19 in a week, I remember as I see an array of early birthday cards on the mantle. And I'm not looking forward to it in the least. Turning 19 signifies that my time is almost up. No slayer has ever lasted to see their 21st birthday. I aim to be the first, but then again, don't we all? But that is where I am different than the others. I will not falsely fight it. I will go gracefully when my time comes.

 

We all have to cash out sometime. At some point, everyone has to get up and walk away, be it willingly or not. You can walk away gracefully, with a pile of money in your pocket. Or you can be pulled away in shame, not a penny left to your name. My father taught me that. And I am prepared to cash out if the need arises. I just have to play my cards right, and hope that I remain in the game awhile longer.

 

My father taught me a lot of things in the short time we had together before he left. They are my mantra. The code I live by. The set rules I have placed before myself. He must have known of my destiny, and that is why he took such great care in the things he taught me. Though they do make me question a lot of things.

 

When I was 13, my father disappeared. I was an orphan then. My mother died long before I can remember. I carry a locket around that holds her picture, but other than that I know nothing of her. My father didn't like to talk about her, and I didn't like to ask.

 

I was alone after his disappearance, but I can't say I was upset. I live by what he taught me, yet I despise him for it all the same. No matter. It's in the past now.

 

And the past is something I'd like to keep just there. Of course, I suppose that would make me a hypocrite. The past is what fuels me in battle. It fuels my hatred of the vampire species. The past is the reason I do what I do.

 

That is the difference between me and the other bimbos who have tried and failed to do this. They lacked drive. The pure, adrenaline rushing, heart-pounding drive. That is an essential to anybody who even wants to think about this profession. But then again, some have no choice in the matter. I was one of those few, I smirk at the thought. And I wouldn't trade my job for anything.

 

These bloodsuckers are nothing but sport for me. They deserve every stake I stab through their hearts. Or, where their hearts should have been anyway. None of them really held my interest for too long…except for him.

 

My obsession.

 

I climbed the stairs to the 2nd floor hallway and proceeded to the study. This was my secret haven that nobody knew of. The one I'd had specially installed just for the purpose of having somewhere that was mine. My personal sanctuary. My fortress of knowledge and my stronghold. In here is where I kept anything and everything having to do with vampires.

 

Closing the door behind me, I walked over behind my makeshift desk and pressed the carefully concealed button under the top. Then a door slowly opened. I walked through and it closed behind me, disappearing into the wall. I took a deep breath and glanced around my refuge which harbors my obsession.

 

Him. The one man who stood between my ultimate goal and me: Destruction of all vampires. He is the leader of the vampires the one who controls them all. I have been hunting him for years. Once I take him down, the rest will scatter. Then they will no longer have the safety of their numbers. Without a competent leader they will crumble and fade away into dust.

 

I have to admit, as I stare into his picture, he has become…something more than an obsession of mine. As to what, I haven't the foggiest clue. I find myself having dreams about him now. Not the usual dreams, where I slice his head off before driving a stake into his no longer beating heart. No, these dreams are…disturbingly erotic.

 

My eyes clench shut as I picture the more recent of the dreams.

 

My legs were around his waist. His hands were at my back, steadying me as his ravenous mouth moved from one breast to another. I braced my legs against the edge of the pool we were in, lowering myself against the blunt tip of his cock at the entrance of my body. I let it penetrate, then pulled myself up. A second, and then a third time, taking him in a little deeper each time I returned. I teased him, teased us both until I began to feel my own game catch up with me. There was only one thing that could feed the hunger that drove me: Him inside of me. Now.

 

“Do it.” I panted, “Fuck me.”

 

He made a sound then that I cannot even begin to describe. A sound so pure and elemental, I felt my whole body tighten in response. I felt the world spin, and realized we had turned around. He took several steps through the water, then hoisted me up and out, onto a shelf I hadn't even noticed in the pool, turning me as to where my back was to him. I understood at once. Even as I felt his hands upon my ass, I was shifting to my knees, opening my body to him, legs braced, pelvis tilted up. Leaving myself at his mercy. Which I was sure would be little to none. I felt his hands come around to seize my breasts and torture them with his wicked ministrations, capturing my nipples between his fingers tightly, making them harden into little pebbles.

 

“Now,” I nearly cried with need, “Do it now!”

 

His hands dropped to steady my hips, and then his body was surging forward. Filling me with a single powerful stroke. I made a sound of my own before lowering my head down to my hands, tilting my ass up higher, and pushing back hard. I heard him give a grunt as he pulled his cock back, then drove forward once more. He wrapped a hand around my stomach to keep me steady as he set a hard, fast rhythm. Neither of us was going to last long. We needed each other too much. The fingers of his free hand moved between my thighs even as the force of his thrusts drove the water against my clit. I felt time stretch, suspend, and at long last, stop.

 

For a long second, my body hung in the balance. Senses crying out for relief, even as they begged for more. No, I thought. I dug my fingernails into my own skin in a desperate attempt to hold on. I would not be the first. I threw my head back and screamed aloud, and as I did, his tempo increased.

 

“Kagome,” He growled, “For the love of God.”

 

I knew that I had won.

 

I felt him go absolutely still then, his cock rocking hard within my body. I clenched my muscles, as if determined to hold him inside of me forever. He called out, even as his body began to buck and plunge. I let myself go then, letting him carry me on to completion.

 

My eyes shot open as I gasped, desperately trying to breathe in the air I had long forgotten to replenish.

 

That's when I had woken up. My bottom lip is still quivering as I remember the sensations from the dream. They felt so real. So amazing. So…abso-fucking-lutely insane. What am I thinking? He's a vampire! Not a potential lover.

 

`Get that thought out of your mind, Higurashi' I think to myself as I plop down in my chair, running my fingers across the freshly polished glass of the picture frame I kept on my desk. With his picture inside of it.

 

It took a lot of effort and my greasing of many palms to acquire it, but it was worth it. Now at least I knew what I was looking for.

 

He was magnificent. Never before have I seen such…beauty. Masculine beauty is one of the rare types in the world as of late.

 

It was a breathtaking picture, a once in a lifetime shot. Yes, vampires can appear in pictures. The rumor that they have no reflection and all that nonsense is purely that. Nonsense.

 

He was standing at the docks, hands tucked into the pockets of his custom-made suit. His head was turned to the side; brow wrinkled just a bit as he listens to someone in the background. A frown marred his succulent lips as if he's displeased. Dark sunglasses cover his eyes, so I can't gauge his reaction for sure.

 

He looked like an Adonis if I had ever seen one. The setting sun captured his face in a radiant, sun kissed glow, as the wind caused his long platinum colored hair to lightly lift.

 

I bite my lip again as I turn the frame down on my desk. Not the time right now, Higurashi.

 

He had an air about him; I could tell even from just a picture, that he commanded respect and obedience from everyone. That is probably why he was the leader of them all. His aura screamed pure strength and power.

 

Sighing, I decided to go get a shower and wash the blood off of me. Nothing worse than the stench of blood on your skin.

 

As I let the water caress me and wash away the dirt and grime from my previous battle, I can't seem to get his image out of my head. I'm going to lose my mind soon if he doesn't get out of my mind. Just another reason to stake him as soon as possible.

 

Coincidentally, my sources tell me that he resides in this very town, and that he has been for almost 6 years now. Amazingly, I have never seen him in person, and he has never approached me.

 

I wonder, why wouldn't he try and take me out? He must know that I'm the one killing his followers, so why doesn't he do anything about it? Perhaps he's just biding his time carefully. He's waiting for the opportune moment to strike. All the more reason to maintain cautiousness on my part.

 

Sleep was a welcoming thought as I collapsed on my bed. I had another long day ahead of me tomorrow, I had better get as much sleep as possible. With his image still imbedded in my mind, I fell into a comatose-like slumber with one thought floating around my head.

 

`Inuyasha'

 

 

 

A/N: I'm not completely satisfied with this chapter…but I figured you all deserved a quick one with all the reviews I got! I would like to thank each and every one of you for your ideas, comments, ratings, etc. The have really inspired me to work hard on this for you all! I know this isn't quite as good as the last one, but hey. I have to start off somewhere. As for the lemon, I decided to do a mild one here. Better to save the hot and heavy stuff for when they actually do it! (Yes, that is a hint for the future!) As you may have noticed, I didn't let out the reason why Kagome hates vampires so much yet. There is a hint though, that it surrounds her father. But as to how, I will leave for later. ^_^ I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it! And YES. I will be continuing it!