InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Haunted ❯ Part Three ( Chapter 3 )

 

 

Haunted

 

 

Part Three

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, nor do I own the song, that start out as :The tide stole you away. But the rest IS mine, so back off. You can't have it!

 

 

 

Alrighty… now, on with my begging and pleading for forgiveness. I'm way sorry it took so long for me to get this chapie out. I couldn't think of a beginning part… you know, when Kag is talking and it's all like… reverse? Oxymorons! That's what their called! But anyhoodles, I decided to write a poem for it. Yay.

 

Oh, by the way, they are two different people in this story, not just one person. You'll see what I mean later on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Choke me

Eat me

Swallow me whole…

 

Love me

Hug me

Adore me so…

 

Kill me

Beat me

Consume my soul…

 

Touch me

Feel me

Pay your toll…

 

Worship you

Stroke you

Abhor you so…

 

Your face

Your fingers

Your hair like coal…

 

Digest your pain

Grasp your fear

Smother me whole…

 

Drowning in sadness

Living in fright

Pay your toll…

 

Midnight

Moonlight

The stars in your eyes

 

Watching

Waiting

Our happiness dies…

 

Letting

Loving

Animosity grows…

 

Bleeding

Blinding

Pay your toll…

 

Hang me high

Leave me dry

Please don't stay…

 

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

You decay…

 

My blood on your hands

Your heart is my life

Our love destroys me so…

 

Flames flicker brightly

Body blaze fiercely

Pay your toll…

 

Die for me

Expire for me

Hunger for me so…

 

 

Wish for me

Yearn for me

You make me whole…

 

Live for me

Lie for me

Hate my soul…

 

 

Burn for me

Bleed for me

Pay your toll…

 

 

 

 

 

 

The tide stole you away

Abandonment, decay

Glass in pieces, washed ashore

Too late for salacious confession

Your body won't respond any more

 

Broken

To see but not believe

Beg one more chance,

Please don't leave

 

Baptizing your corpse

My tears on your bed

Your blood was my blood

He could have taken me instead

 

No, my love

Becomes the blossoms

That blanket you

This song, a requiem

To celebrate the dead

 

 

 

 

 

The first thing I noticed was my aching head. It was pulsating as if someone was beating on it with a metal mallet. Then there was the fogginess of my memory. What the hell had happened? I rolled my neck some and found that that made my head pound even harder. Plush carpet pushed against my cheek and it's rough-softness (if that makes any sense) made me open my eyes to see where exactly I was.

 

 

Slowly, carefully, I opened my eyes… just to shut them again when a blinding light shown directly at them. Alrighty… well, this wasn't good. Nope, not good at all. I couldn't remember how I had gotten where I was, and I couldn't open my eyes, nor could I think all that clearly without my head exploding. All I really wanted to do was sleep, so when I finally coaxed my brain to stop trying to analyze my situation, I felt someone, or something (I couldn't see it, how was I to know it was human?) pick me up. Strong muscular—definitely man—arms and wide broad shoulders seemed to accompany the guy that had picked me up. The least he could've done was to carry me bridal style, but no, let's sling the helpless, amnesia-sightless-and pounding head-girl over somebody's shoulder. Which, by the way was jammed into my stomach and I could feel my intestines detesting being squashed as they were.

 

 

I tried a feeble groan to see if the sling-her-over-my-shoulder-man would carry me differently but I got no reaction from him. Louder groaning and still nothing. Seriously, doesn't anyone feel pity for the blinded and amnesiated? No, that is not a word. Anyway, back to the story. So, here I was, slung over a guys shoulder with his hand (quite a big one too) holding my thighs in place as he stomped down the stairs. All right, I couldn't really tell whether he was really stomping or if my insides just disliked the shoulder jamming immensely. But I bet it was the first… possibly the latter though…

 

 

I finally got my eyes to open without blinding myself but when I looked around the sight made me nauseas. He-who-carries-me was moving awfully fast with one-hundred-and-16 -pounds of 19-year-old girl on him so all I saw where colorful blurs of things. They were shaped blurs, but he was still moving too fast for my foggy mind to comprehend yet I knew that he was probably walking about as fast as any normal person.

 

 

After a few more minutes of walking (well, riding) and my head spinning and pounding he finally dropped me—not so gently—onto the bed. He must've known I was awake because the way he tossed me onto the bed, if I hadn't have grabbed onto the edges of it, I would've fallen off. Evil bastard.

 

 

Later after my head had stopped spinning I opened my eyes… and stared into the same face, which I had seen outside. The one in the pond… that was supposed to be dead…When a situation like this comes along and your scared shitless, anyone with common sense would've done what I did. I yipped a small sound that only girls can make and, then I screamed bloody murder and started pummeling Inuyasha with my fists. Amazingly enough, my knuckles contacted with flesh and bone, odd, since he was supposed to be dead, but I guess I shouldn't have been surprised really since he was the one who carried me here. But then I hadn't known who he was and I had not been so horrified as I was now.

 

 

Inuyasha just sat there as I tried my strength on him. I'll admit to you that I'm not the best fighter, but I'm not the worst either, but damn, this guy could take a lot of hits from a panicky girl. Here I was, almost crying because I was so scared, screaming my lungs out, and hitting him nonstop with my fists and open-hands but he just sat there staring at me with bored eyes. Talk about a freak. A couple of seconds later when I finally realized that I wasn't going to get anywhere with that, I stopped and huddled myself into the corner of the bed that was tucked against the wall. I rested my head atop of my drawn-up knees and wrapped shaking arms around them as I stared at Inuyasha. And his clothing. He was wearing what seemed to be some sort of 1700's outfit. Black leather pants tucked into knee-high leather boots that laced up at the sides. His red silk shirt was open at the front, but at the middle of his chest it was held together by a little pearl pin. The ends of the sleeves on his shirt were full and went a little ways past his fingertips. And with his black, black hair braided and hanging down his back, he looked mighty fine if I do so say myself…and I do. So he looked good, great. Excellent.

 

 

“Done with your little temper tantrum?” He asked in an amused voice. Like I said earlier, evil bastard.

 

 

“I don't know,” I responded. Even I could hear the child-like pout in those words. Hey, if I couldn't fight the guy with my hands I was going to use my words. My mom always said I had a wicked mouth and sharp tongue, so why not use them in a situation where you just want to scream? It's kind of like those times when you feel like crying but you'll embarrass the crap out of yourself it you do so you laugh instead. So, as an alternative for screaming, I used sarcasm as he and I talked. We asked sensible questions to one another. Who are you? Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be dead? (That one from me of course, not him). Stuff like that really. After a while I noticed that I had started to grow used to him and not be as scared. It should've bothered me but it didn't. I was used to seeing ghosts even though it startled the hell out of me when they could touch me, seeing as how not all of them could. But hey, I'm a mediator. We take'em as we get'em.

 

 

 

“So… you're here to see if the house is actually haunted?” Inuyasha asked, raising an eyebrow in a highly annoying (he'd done it many times already) yet somehow attractive male way. He was currently sitting at the vanity, with his legs straight out in front of him staring at me with those violet/brown-ish eyes of his. Strange eyes. Beautiful and one-of-a-kind eyes.

 

 

“Yup. That's why I'm here. The Morrs want to buy this area with your house and make it into a hotel, but they needed it to be checked by someone -me- to make sure it was safe to live in and no spooks haunted it. Which they do. Hey—I guess you wouldn't just,” I wriggled my eyebrows at him, “leave, would you? You know, as a favor for me… even though you don't know me all that well. C'mon, aren't you sick of haunting this place. Hey, I'll let you haunt my room until we find out whats holding you here. How does that sound? Good, eh?” He just stared at me and I sighed. Well, it had been worth the try I guess…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bushes and branches caught at her nightgown as she trampled through the woods. She wasn't ever going back there. Not with those people. Horrid, perverse, maniac people. Her knotted fingers and broken ribs ached as she moved. She had to force herself to keep going, to get away from that house and them.

 

 

Her dark bangs hung heavily in front of her eyes with dried blood and other nasty substances. She stared out into the falling darkness in front of her and tried to see with her bruised, and swollen eyes. The knife wounds on her forearms and legs stung so badly she wanted to cry. In fact, she did cry. Burning tears streamed down her cheeks through the grime and blood plastered there. Heart wrenching sobs burst from her chapped lips and raw throat, as her vision became blurry and she tripped over a fallen log. She lay there for a long while, waiting for her weeping to stop, listening to the bugs sing their nightly cacophony of sounds.

 

 

Later, after her tears dried on her face and no more sobs came from her throat, she rolled onto her back stared up… at a house? Very slowly, Rin climbed to her feet, trying to ignore the stabbing pain of her broken ribs, and the jarring of her out-of-place fingers as she used them to push up off the ground. She walked unsteadily towards a doorway, where no door was present. Peering in, she caught the sight of kitchen appliances and of a pantry. She stumbled into the house and walked through it.

 

 

Up many stairways, and around so many corners she was led to a library. Rin gazed around the room. Wall to wall bookshelves reached to the domed ceiling, filled with all sorts of books. The ceiling itself was beautiful. It was a painting of a man; a beautiful man with long silvery locks and golden eyes. The man was nude and was lying on a bed of feathers with his long hair covering his dangly bits from sight. One arm was up behind his head and the other was sprawled out in front of him, while one of his legs was laid out long and the other was bent at the knee. Rin actually blushed as she stared at the painting. Looking from his beautiful angular face, down to he swoop of his neck and the sweep of his broad shoulders. On her eyes went, gazing at his muscled chest and narrow hips: past the part his hair covered and onward to his strong thighs and curved calves.

 

 

A noise behind Rin startled her and she looked, a quick twist of the neck that left her head spinning. When she could see through her swollen eyes, she stared at a man. Not just any man, but the man who happened to be in the painting…whoa boy…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kikyo's wide and terrified eyes stared back at him as he lowered his mouth to her breast. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as his lips covered her nipple. He sucked and pulled, teasing it with his tongue, and finally, when he couldn't resist the temptation any longer, he bit down until he felt his bottom teeth through the flesh. Her body jerked under his mouth and her hands strained against the restraints, bloodied from her struggling.

 

 

He moved his mouth away from her breast and licked a bloody path down her stomach and to her bellybutton where he dipped his tongue into the intriguing hole. His teeth gazed her skin and she bucked, trying to get his mouth away from her flesh before it was too late. Again he bit her, taking a chunk of skin out this time, and he chewed the meat. Enjoyed the bloody thing in his mouth and savored it as it slid down his throat.

 

 

Licking his bloody lips he rose up and stared down the naked beauty before him. Covered with bite marks and knife wounds, blood consuming most of what was left of her skin. He looked at her left arm, the one he had taken time and care the skin. It was a mass of muscle and even some parts bone where he got to excited and cut far too deep. Blood had clotted and up to her shoulder it was turning colors where infection had set in. Oh well, who cared. She would be dead from blood loss in a few days anyway. He had had her for quite awhile now, almost two months. It was amazing how stubborn and strong willed she was. Kikyo never once begged for death, or pleaded with him to stop. She never even cried. Screamed yes, but that was only after the truly horrible tortures had started.

 

 

He positioned himself at her feminine entrance, still wounded from their last encounter. He shoved his penis in; forcing his way past clotted blood and shoving his way into her tight, wet folds. But they were only wet from the bleeding he was causing, not her pleasure. Did he care? No. He loved people in pain, knowing that he had caused it. God how it got him off. His body thrust into hers over and over again, and finally, his climax came and he shouted with the brilliance of it. With the glory of the pain he had caused her this night, and her dear husband, whom she would never see again.

 

 

“Naraku,” His master called from behind him, and he turned, staring at Onigumo.

 

 

“What is it, Master?” He asked, drawing himself out of her wounded body. His legs shook a bit with the aftermath of his fucking as she tried to stand.

 

 

Onigumo watched with empty eyes as Naraku stood. “Come with me. It is time to put our little plan into action, my pupil.” And with that he was gone and out the door.

 

 

Naraku stared at him as he left, a small, evil smile curling the edges of his lips. Tonight, Inuyasha would pay for taking his Kikyo away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm sorry it's so short. But I thought that that was a pretty good place for me to stop. So, please, if you don't mind, leave me a review? I would be extra happy if you would. Pwease?

 

 

 

~Angel of Light and Darkness