InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Haunted ❯ Psrt 2 ( Chapter 2 )

 

 

 

 

“Haunted”

 

Part Two

 

 

 

Disclaimer: No, I do not own Inuyasha nor any of it's characters. I just like stealing them for a little while to play the roles that my twisted mind has plotted out for them. (Insert evil cackle here)

 

Another disclaimer: Once again, Stephen Kings words (the first two paragraphs in italics) are not mine. They are his. You all should see his movie Rose Red. It's brilliant. But so is Kingdom Hospital…

 

 

 

Warning: This fic contains nasty little descriptions of people vomiting (which will happen a lot as you will see) and it speaks of zombies, ghosts and walking dead dogs—long story. There may actually be some humor in this little fic of mine. Oh yeah…um… it may take a while for me to get the next chapie out because well, I don't have all of my plot thought up yet, so yeah. Also, I will try to update monthly, but that is not a guarantee. So don't take my word on it.

 

 

 

“I am mad, but I am sane.

Danger lurks near, yet I do not fear

A chill sweeps through me in the summer heat

Why fear anything but fear itself?”

~Me

… Yeah that made no sense at all, but whatever. If you have any nifty little spooky things, quotes, poems, something, anything let me know so that I may use it here, m'kay?

 

 

 

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As our bodies grow old, so do our houses. As our bodies may sicken so do our houses sicken. And what of madness? If mad people live within doesn't this madness creep into the rooms and walls and corridors? The very boards?

 

 

Don't we sometimes sense that madness reaching out to us? Isn't that a large part of what we mean when we say a place is unquiet, festered up with spirits and ghostly manifestations?

 

 

We say, “haunted,” but we mean the house has gone insane.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The house whispers around me; I always hear it. Hear him. Inuyasha. My old, young Inuyasha. Beautiful, but disgustingly ugly at the same time. The house hates me, but it invites me in, and keeps me warm. It's a lovely house, oh how I hate it. It feeds on pain and suffering, all I give out is love. I see him, I can't see him. I hear him, he goes unheard. Do you understand? No you don't; you never will. How can you? It's incomprehensible to you how I could fall in love with a being, and yet hate it at the same time. It gave me everything, but took away so much more.

 

 

 

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Shades and shadows hung around me as I panted, leaning my head against the door. My eyes, I knew, were wide and frantic looking. Sweat dripped down onto my nose from my brow. It ending up irritating my nose so I had swipe at it, I missed the drop of sweat my hands were shaking so badly. Control yourself Kagome, you're fine. It was my mantra of sorts. I finally glanced up to the inside of the manor. Cobwebs hung from the mighty, crystal chandelier in the middle of the foyer. Shadows stared at me. I heard quiet breathing. Oh gods. What was it? I couldn't see, what is it?! I'm going to die. Please help!

 

 

The breathing increased in speed and grew louder. Where is it? I saw a flicker of eyes in the corner of the room, where the most shadows hung. I felt ghostly hands on my throat. Tightening. My hands fumbled on the wall closest to me for a light switch. The ghostly appendages tightened more, as my vision started to falter and my own hands almost fell from the wall… right as I flicked on the light switch.

 

 

Nothing. No more hands, although, I realized, the loud and fast breathing was my own. Was my mind playing tricks on me? I spun around madly, looking, searching, for something, anything.

 

 

“Hello? Do I know you?” I stopped as I heard a voice. What in the world was someone doing in a place like this? I turned around ever slowly. My eyes grew -if possible- even wider at the sight of the man on the steps, looking casual in a black tuxedo. I stumbled forward as my knees gave out. A hand flew to my mouth; while my other hand was fisted and placed into my stomach to try and stop it's churning.

 

 

“Who are you? Why are you in this house?” He descended down the steps and stopped in front of me, dropping down into a crouch before me. He reached a hand out to touch my hair, and I recoiled on instinct. “What has you so frightened child?”

 

What kind of question was that? He was Miroku, Inuyasha's servant and best friend… and he was supposed to be dead! Miroku had apparently been very found of the ladies, and once his first wife found out about his many whores, had pushed him right out of the top tower window, leaving him to plummet towards his death. I scooted back on my butt and hands towards the door - only to hear it open.

 

 

“Miroku? What in the world are… oh my.” A girl, clad in a white dress and pearl earrings looked directly down at me. And, as I realized who she was, I did what any normal person would have done. I screamed bloody murder, stood and ran.

 

 

 

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Miroku and Sango watched as the strange girl ran away. And boy did she ever run fast!

 

“Hm… I wonder if she knows that she I headed for Master Inuyasha's study.” Sango asked the body now standing next to her absently.

 

 

“ I don't know. Hey, you have any clue who she is?” Miroku responded with a scratch of his chin.

 

 

Sango shook her head. “ Nope, but she's human, alive… and a psychic. Just what we wanted.” She grinned wickedly at Miroku as their bodies crumpled into bones and ash.

 

 

 

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I stumbled along the wide corridor, my long raven-wings hair sticking to the back of my neck. Red velvet covered walls and floors with golden patterns surrounded me and made me feel caged—did I ever mention that I was—am-- highly claustrophobic?

 

 

I continued to trip my way along, a hand fisted and in my mouth to keep down the scream that wanted to emerge. Half an hour here and I was horrified. Terribly terrified and horribly horror-struck, and way past ready to leave.

 

 

I swayed with dizziness as a rotten smell hit my nose and I saw the corpse of dead possum laying some feet away from me. As I walked passed it I saw small, white worm-like creatures greedily gnawing at the meat-covered bones. Crows picked and ripped at the fleshy muscle and fat inside—the sight was enough to make me vomit all over again. Except this time, when I tried, nothing but bile and spittle rose from my throat. I had, apparently, already spewed out all of my meals I had consumed in the past year.

 

 

I staggered down the hallway, quicker now. I just wanted to sleep or…something. Anything, I just didn't want to be alive or awake or whatever any more. Stumbling into the door nearest me, I threw back my head and cried. Hot tears ran down my cheeks in rivers. A sound, a movement in the corner of the room. I looked up. Jesus Christ, I cursed mentally. There, in all of his handsome glory, stood Inuyasha Mayfair, of all people. He glared at me, and with inhuman speed raced towards me. How did he—was all I was able to think before light burst against my optic nerves, a bright flare quickly consumed by darkness.

 

 

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Slowly, carefully—cut, not tear. The words rang in my ears as I continued to cut at my prey. My lower half twitched, so softly that I didn't even notice it that much. But, I had to control it, even if this almost always gave me an erection.

 

Ever so slowly, I carefully sliced away pallid skin from wet, red muscle. My hands shook with the effort to stay in control of my wants, my needs. Oh how I just wanted to rip open her chest and dig my hands inside the slimy wet cavity and smear the sweat bloody juices all over my nude body. What a glorious feeling that would be. I wanted to plunge my hands into her stomach and rip out her intestines, and then, what I wouldn't give to wrap some organs around my body and wear them as a prize. Her blood is so sweet smelling, but somewhat spicy. So sweeeeeet…

 

My Master stood behind me. I could hear his calloused hand sliding roughly against his flesh. My lower half bobbed again. Gods… this was so hard. How I just want to slice and dice her to pieces; to chop her bones into little pieces and hear her screams again-- she quite those a while ago, though she still lives. I slowly, with two fingers, peeled her soft--oh so very soft-- skin away from the muscle on her finger. Her body spasms in pain, but with her throat in the condition it is, no screams come from her open mouth. Oh Kikyou… this is delicious…

 

 

My Master said I could have first choice of her bodily organs if I am able to peel away the soft outer shell of her body without tearing it. I tired to quell the image that was forming in my head if I could just get a hold of her wet and warm stomach. How it feel against my body… the hot blood smearing onto my cool skin… how magnificent…

 

 

 

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Yes, I know, not long. But, I guess I'm pretty happy with this chapter. I wish it was longer though. So…anyone know who was speaking in the last paragraphs? Cookies for the person who figures it out!

 

 

 

~Angel