InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ I am the Moon ❯ Wallachia ( Chapter 26 )

A/n: I do not own Inuyasha, Rumikio Takahashi does.

This chapter will be intense at some points. There will be some intense scenes of the uppyr so if it bothers you, please do not read.

 

 

Wallachia

 

I woke up from a dead like sleep and looked around. The castle was built entirely out of stone. It was dark and foreboding and I shook from the memories of the previous day. The bite on my breast was painful and I was covered in blood. I moved off the bed and looked around the room. It was obvious the castle was old. I was trying to remember the history I had learned from my mother. I shook my head and cursed myself because I had only been interested in the affairs of Asia. I was trained to someday rule my own state and Europe had seemed so far away. My neck I knew had to be a mess. The fang marks would heal and should not leave too much of a scar. I was being vain for what I did not know. I felt disgusting; I went to the door and found to my surprise that it was open. I moved along a corridor and looked around. There were tapestries and paintings of old. I saw a painting of Vlad that had to be a few centuries old. This creature was ancient, that I was sure of. The burning started again and I knew he was close by. He was not directly trying to entice me at the moment and I figured out he was aroused. He seemed to stay that way. I moved quietly and looked closely at all the rooms and possible exits. My family would not wait long in coming for me and I intended to try and aid them if possible.

I went down a stone stair case that led to the bowels of the castle. I carefully searched for any outs. I went back up the steps and went to the throne room. The scene playing out was one of such depravity that I wanted to vomit. There were mortals being ravished and fed upon by many uppyr. I put my hand on the wall and turned my head. I felt Vlad behind me. He stood directly in back of me and lifted my chin and made me look. I tried to fight him off and he chuckled evilly.

“You do not feed at all from mortals?” he purred into my ear.

“Ningen are not food for youki!” I snarled.

“Do you even drink blood for sustenance?” he asked bringing his hands to my breasts.

“No.” I growled.

“We have to teach you the joys then. I cannot believe that you have uppyr in you and you do not drink blood. You have not been raised right my little assassin.” He purred.

He turned me around and lifted my chin. He bit into my neck again and fought him like a wild beast. The pain was horrid and I jerked against him. I snarled and dug my claws into his forearms. A boiling lust erupted in me and I moaned loudly. He pulled his head back and my blood stained his mouth.

“You can feel no pain if you submit to me now.” He said licking an elfin ear.

“You are a sadomasochist you evil bastard, you have no idea what real pleasure is!” I said sneering.

“Really? You are so sure of yourself?” he purred.

“Hai I am sure of myself!” I growled low.

He pulled me with him into the throne room and I blanched. I would not willingly give in till I knew that I would be close to escape.

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Naraku stood before the arrogant dog and wished he could just kill him and be done with it. The mutt's saving grace was that he had sired his lover. Sesshomaru boiled with white hot rage he had not felt in a century. He hated the Kamis right now and wished he could kill a few to make a point. Fate must hate him because the vile, disgusting, and wretched hanyou stood before him holding the one thing and fixing to discuss the other that tied them together. Mizuki stirred and Naraku tenderly calmed her and Sesshomaru snorted in amusement that the hanyou could feel anything as tenderness to young.

“You wish for this Sesshomaru to attend to his own grand pup. You are a moron half breed. You could have sent her the way of a nursemaid and saved the trouble of offending us.” Sesshomaru said darkly.

“So self assured as always Lord Sesshomaru. I would never allow anyone but her blood to touch her. Unfortunately you are blood to her.” Naraku said narrowing his mahogany eyes.

“You are allowed to live because you amuse this Sesshomaru's heir.” The Lord said sarcasticlly.

“You know nothing of her and I. Shut your filthy canine trap!” Naraku snarled in a low tone.

“As if you really know anything about MY daughter. You defile her!” Sesshomaru erupted in anger and losing the third person.

“You really do not know her do you? I have spent this lifetime and another loving her! Nothing you do will change that arrogant son of a whore!” Naraku snarled back.

Mizuki started crying at the loud voices. Her chichi held her up and gently soothed the tiny pup. Sesshomaru's eyes tinged pink in a fury and tried to hold himself in check. There were things that Asuna had obviously not told him and he was fuming.

“I have loved her in one way or form for the past millennium. She is mine and was never yours!” Naraku continued in a repressed growl.

“You lusted after a piece of clay and bones. You loved that miko trash and you dare tell me that you have loved my daughter for a thousand summers? You lie and you lie to her.” Sesshomaru snapped.

“You could never understand. You are a narrow minded fool just like your own sire; Touga!” Naraku fumed at Sesshomaru.

Fury overwhelmed the Western Lord at the informal name of his own sire. The hanyou filth needed to be put in his place. Sesshomaru went to grab his bitter rival's throat and his hand was burnt against an invisible barrier.

“Coward, you cower behind a barrier and hide like you always do!” Sesshomaru snarled feral.

“I put up no such barrier!” Naraku said as he looked down at Mizuki.

Augusta ran into the study and her eyes widened in shock. She was holding Yoshiko and stared at the two males who loved her oldest daughter with possessive love.

“Hand Mizuki to me Naraku. She is frightened and called out. She put up the barrier.” Augusta explained.

“Impossible!” Sesshomaru sneered.

“Quite possible my Lord. She is crying in my mind right now. She is afraid of you and her chichi right now.” She said forcefully.

Augusta walked up and Naraku unwillingly gave up his daughter to Asuna's mother. His face was unreadable but he quickly lowered his lips to her tiny head and kissed her.

“Never fear me my darling.” Naraku whispered to his daughter.

Sesshomaru snorted again and he received a glare from his mate.

“Naraku, she will be loved and cared for here. She will be safe and sound and will be returned to you when you return.” Augusta said softly.

Augusta left and Naraku turned on Sesshomaru and actually moved with inhuman speed and hit the Western Lord squarely in the jaw. Sesshomaru snarled and knocked Naraku with his shoulder and the two male youki slashed at each other with claws and fists. Sesshomaru sunk his claws into the hanyou's shoulder and burned him with his acidic toxin. Naraku roared in pain and threw the dog and released miasma. Both males had their claws wrapped around each other's throats trying to kill each other.

“Is it me you hate or my father?” Sesshomaru rasped.

“Both!” he snarled and threw the inu off.

“You would have taken Kikoyo to your bed but instead you took my daughter!” the inu sniped at him.

“You know nothing!” Naraku roared.

“I know you should be dead half breed. My daughter took pity on a filthy hanyou!” he snarled.

Naraku threw Sesshomaru off and crouched low and waited for an attack. A tentacle erupted and wrapped around the inu lord and squeezed him tightly.

“Your sire abandoned her and allowed her to be raped. You will do the same if we do not act. I will not see her violated in such a way again. You can stew in your anger and tell yourself you are justified. I do hate you and I always have. You and your filthy brother are just like HIM!” Naraku snarled.

“How do you explain the miko you vermin.” Sesshomaru snarled back.

“How I came into being is none of your fucking business. I only care what happens to MY mate and MY daughter.” Naraku said in a very low and dangerous tone.

Sesshomaru broke through the appendage and put a hand on Bakusaiga. Both stared with pure hatred at the other and Osamu and Youshiro rushed in. The study had been wrecked and blood covered both males. Naraku looked over at the sons of Sesshomaru and he proceeded to withdrawal from the scene. Sesshomaru roared in anger and unbridled fury.

“Both of you get your armor! We are retrieving your sister before the hanyou does!” Sesshomaru barked to his sons.

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Naraku stormed into his castle and tore a shoji door off the wall in a fury. Savage feelings and memories assaulted him. Hisashi's anger as well as his own ripped through him. Asuna has awakened the truth in him and he hated it. The soul, his soul was screaming to avenge his mate. The bastard Vlad would meet his end and Asuna would come with him and to hell with the fucking dogs. His love was an obsession and an all consuming burn within him. Whatever that had been left of Onigumo was savagely repressed by the spirit of Hisashi and Naraku combined. The filthy ningen had been consumed by the tsuchigumo completely. He thought in disgust how the mortal could have ever loved the miko.

He picked up the tiny silk bag that held the Shikon no Tama. He tore his own flesh and pushed the jewel in. He felt his body absorb it and the power. The wound closed quickly and Naraku left the castle in all haste.

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He had grabbed me by the back of the neck and I fought him. He laughed at my discomfort and I snarled. He brought me to the floor of the throne room and seated me by a male ningen. He grip on me was like steel and he brooked no refusal. The burning was terrible and at the moment I would have gladly allowed either of my mates to plunder my body. He nodded to another female and she bit into the wrist of the ningen and he groaned in utter Nirvana. She brought the wrist to my mouth and I snapped my fangs shut. Pain assaulted my head and I swallowed the scream that tried to escape my lips. Vlad pried my mouth open and the female dripped the blood into my mouth. My eyes went red and I shrieked in fury. Vlad laughed and I squeezed my eyes shut; the blood was divine. I had not eaten in several days and I was starving. Vlad felt the rush that the crimson flow had provided and he forced me onto my back. He motioned for a chalice and the female squeezed blood into it. He forced open my mouth again and kept me by his will. He slowly poured the viscous liquid into my throat and I either swallowed or choked. Self hatred consumed me in that moment and I drank it greedily.

“That is good my petite assassin. You are deadly are you not? You love the taste and the feeling it gives you. You want more I can tell.” He purred.

I looked at him with a glazed expression but it still held hatred. I had never tasted the blood of a mortal before and I did not really want to but the allure was overwhelming.

“You need to be full do you not my pet?” he asked as he lowered his lips to my ear.

I snarled at the double meaning. He chuckled over me and motioned for a different female to undo my hakamas. I kicked me legs and try to will myself to change form.

“What are you trying to do my little killer?” he asked as a thumb nestled between my silver curls.

A guttural growl escaped me and he inserted two fingers into my center and I cried out in self loathing. The blood and his actions had me on the edge and I fought my traitorous body. He thrust his fingers into me roughly and I felt him tear me with his claws. I fought back bile as he seemed to rip me apart and he made climax.

“You taste so sweet.” He said as he licked his fingers.

“I hate you!” I screamed.

“Shall I let Danika and Ileska taste you?” he asked sadistically.

I shoved him back with my mind and he laughed merrily. His face held victory as he had managed to control my responses. He let me up and the others watched me with obvious lust and I snarled at them. I grabbed my hakamas and stole away.

“Master you deny us?” Danika asked.

“Yes master we want to taste her please!” Ileska said in a husky way.

“My darlings I will allow you and only you two. She needs breaking and who better; Hmmm?” he said lifting Danika's chin and kissing her then Ileska.

Vlad watched his little murderer take off. He was in rapture and wanted nothing more than to see her grovel at his feet and beg for whatever he decided to give. One so powerful should never have been born outside of his circle. He was the one with ultimate strength and no other would have it. Stasio had been a fool when he had not hunted down the traitorous little bitch of a daughter. He sat back in satisfaction as his two most favorite females pleasured him.

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“Are you out of your damn mind?” Augusta ranted.

“No! The hanyou will not be the one to take her back. It will be us. He will know who his betters are!” Sesshomaru snarled quietly.

Mizuki and Yoshiko were sleeping next to each other. Augusta glared in a fury. She knew very well what Vlad was capable of any she could not leave the girls.

“Go to Jin, he can teleport and get you there quickly. You should have tried to work with Naraku for Asuna and not let the past interfere! You are her father!” Augusta raged.

“Do not Augusta!” Sesshomaru warned.

“What are you going to do? Are you going to knock me around our chambers? You are an egotist at times and the horrors you daughter is facing are awful. If you did not have Bakusaiga then I would go myself! She will be raped in mind and body. She will probably be forced to drink the blood of ningens and you are here arguing with her chosen mate!” she snarled at him.

Sesshomaru looked away in disgust and a little shame. He looked at his mate and stood. Asuna had been gone less than a full day. He hoped and prayed she would be ok for a little while longer. Youshiro and Osamu along with Lady Airi met Sesshomaru in the Great Hall. The inu lord stared at Airi and she bowed.

“I will help you kill the sucking bastard!” she said smirking.

Sesshomaru inclined his head.

“Father, I can teleport.” Youshiro said softly.

“All of us?” he asked in surprise.

“It will be difficult but I can use Osamu's power as a catalyst.” Youshiro said.

“Do it!” he said.

-When are you going to tell your father that you mated me? - Airi asked Osamu in thought.

-After we can get my twin home. - was his reply.

She nodded and they all connected through touch and Youshiro focused and Osamu flared his yoki and Youshiro moved them all to the location he had gotten from his mother. The scenery had changed and there was a dark foreboding in the air. The Japanese youki looked at the strange terrain and Airi actually shuddered.

“There is a stink in the air.” Osamu commented.

“Rotting flesh.” Sesshomaru observed.

They moved swiftly and into the mountain range.

“Mother says the mountains are called the Carpathians.” Youshiro offered.

“Hn.” The Western Lord muttered.

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Anger continued to tear his insides. He had felt her scream. He imagined that was what the animal had wanted; he wanted Asuna to suffer and make him feel it. Yoki surged in his body and around his person. His claws flexed and he itched to tear Vlad slowly apart. He was in the strange land and he moved with purpose. It galled him that a youki as strong as she should endure such treatment. He heard her mental scream again and he moved more quickly. He wished he could just appear in the castle but that might let the uppyr king get away. Stealth was key and he was very good at strategy.

Naraku thought of his encounter with Lord Sesshomaru and he intended to follow up with the mangy mutt. Hate had been a constant in his life and hate he could rely on. The only things that had been good this time around were the two individuals he would willingly die for again. Hatred twisted in his gut again and the bastard was going to hang by his own entrails.

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I was burning and stalking the room I was in. I was beyond feral and I knew how I was going to help my family. I was going to rip his throat out when he came for me again. The blood had awakened a blood lust and rage. He had no idea what starving an inu could do. Slaughter was tame by comparison. My body could not function on blood alone and it only served to fuel the mindless beast. Self loathing was consuming me and I kept screaming with my mind hoping that it would annoy the uppyr king to distraction. I went to a stained glass window and I shattered it. I did not care at this point and I got into the windowsill. He would immediately feel me gone and come for me. He power to appear then disappear was a definite advantage; that is why I had not escaped. I quit thinking and I jumped. I needed to hunt and not ningen blood. I was falling quickly and I produced my yoki cloud. The descent was steep and deadly. I already felt Vlad's ire and I made it to a short cliff. My yoki cloud disappeared and I changed form to my inu self. I took off into a run and caught the scent of a wisent, a bison like animal. My saliva was dripping and I took the animal quickly and with no mercy. My eyes were burning red and I started my meal with gusto. My beast was growling and I pulsed my yoki. I knew by doing so that Vlad would find me quickly but I was praying that someone that was dear to me would feel it. My hunger was somewhat abated but not my hatred. I could feel the uppyr watching me and I lowered my muzzle. My lip was curling and I growled loudly.

“Such a creature you are. So blood cannot sustain you.” He said in a low tone.

I stalked him and drew a little closer, my claws were glowing green. I moved swiftly and jumped and changed form quickly. I knocked him down and sank my own fangs into his throat and started to tear at it. He laughed and threw me back. I spit the blood out and circled him.

“My little killer, you want to rip my throat out. Go ahead.” He said spreading his arms out wide.

I said nothing and jumped him again and savagely tore at his throat. He put a hand to the back of my head and held me there in an iron grip. I tore his flesh and what little blood I did taste exploded on my tongue. I tore at him with my claws and he pulled me down to our knees. I worked a hand free and grabbed at his waist for his sword and pulled it half way out. I channeled my yoki briefly and it threw us apart. I was thrown about fifteen feet and landed flat on my back with the wind knocked out of me. My fang had been stripped from me and I had no idea where it was. Vlad had also been thrown and sat up and starting laughing loudly.

“You have so much power! Stasio was very stupid indeed to let your mother go. You belong to me.” He said approaching me.

I did not move because he willed it so. I had tasted his blood as he had tasted mine. I watched as he threw his sword from him and came upon me.

“I am tired of waiting.” He whispered as he undid his breeches.

I tried to fight the control and I could not. I stared at him in hatred and he tore my bloodied hakamas. He lowered his lips to my ear and bit into my lobe. I yelped and stared at him. He was going to rape me and I could not fight it. I cursed fate at that moment and felt him pierce my flesh several times as he worked his way down my body. Again the self loathing hit me. I closed my mind off and went into a meditation of sorts.

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Vlad watched as her body went completely limp. He wondered what the little bitch was up to now. He wanted her to watch as he took the last shreds of her dignity. He smacked her face and it dawned on him that she was projecting. He slapped her several times and snickered at the whore's devious nature. She did not awaken and it ruined his fun. He was furious that she could have bested him again. He could summon the wolves of the forest but she would probably try and eat those. He chuckled deeply as he stood and straightened himself. These damn Japanese had become a pain to his sordid lifestyle. He lifted her body up and decided that a cold bath in a stream might wake her up. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

“I scent the hanyou!” Sesshomaru growled.

“Naraku is already here?” Osamu said in surprise.

“Come on!” Sesshomaru barked.

Osamu watched as his father ran ahead at a great speed. He sighed; his issues with Naraku really could wait. His father was one to hold grudges. Airi touched his shoulder and he smiled at her. He sighed again and went after his father; joined by Youshiro and Airi. There was surge of great yoki that could be seen from a distance.

“Asuna!” Osamu cried.

“It is her?” Airi asked.

“I know my twin. She pulsed her yoki in case we were around. That son of a whore must have some incredible psi abilities to hold her against her will.” Osamu growled.

 

Sesshomaru felt his daughter's yoki also and he narrowed his citrine eyes and lifted his nose to see if he could catch her scent. Blood that included hers assaulted his senses. Fury took hold of him and they were narrowing in on her.

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I was startled awake by very cold water and gasped out my breath harshly. The uppyr king had submerged me and I was dripping wet. The weather was still in early spring; I could handle cold pretty well but it was not like I went out of my way to seek it. He pulled me out and my tattered silk clung to my body. I stared at him with loathing and his eyes perused my form with hunger.

“No one except Augusta Elizaveta has ever been able to resist me. You must have some kind of ability to block that most do not have.” He commented in a deep voice.

“I care not. There are no words enough to describe how nasty and disgusting you are!” I snarled.

“Most find me pleasing to look at. I am offended that you do not find me so. I suppose it will not really matter.” He said coming closer.

“Who are you really?” I asked in anger.

“I am Vlad.” He said laughing.

“There is no mention of you before the fifteenth century. You are far older than that. You have existed far before my own mother.” I replied with narrow eyes.

“You have intelligence. You were made the wrong gender although you are a most entrancing wench.” He said edging closer.

“Afraid to answer my question?” I taunted.

“My name was Eyal.” He said moving closer.

I searched my mind but it was too foreign to me to know what language. I stared at him and he looked at me thoughtfully for a second.

“I think I shall show what I have never shown any other. I am continued to be amazed by your perceptive nature and your power.” He said quickly coming to me.

I fought against him and he bit into my neck again and this time I moaned very loudly. He was making it euphoric and he was able to breach my shields little by little. My body trembled under his. I fell into a trance and started to see strange images from long ago.

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I was standing as if there, the climate was dry and I could see sand in the far distance. There were lush gardens and a mighty river visible from where I stood. The buildings were tan as if made from the very sand I saw before. I watched as people milled about and moved around. It was a very ancient city and I was seeing history. There stood the uppyr as he moved along the streets. His skin seemed darker and his hair was plaited with gold beads in his hair. He had a very neatly trimmed beard that ghosted his jaw. His clothing looked like a long tunic but he wore a dark blue and gold armor over it. Sandals adorned his feet and he looked almost mortal. I could tell he was not but the illusion was perfect. I moved closer as I was not really there in person. He stopped and he started speaking with another male.

-Follow. - I heard a whisper.

I moved closer and I listened. I was surprised I understood the language but then this was Vlad's vision.

“The Persians are moving closer. There are rumors that the Shah will release our people finally!” the other man said.

“Seriously Nahum, why would you wish to go back to a homeland we have never seen?” Eyal said shaking his head.

“You continue to want to stay in this God forsaken land where they worship animals?” Nahum said furiously.

“I wish to stay safe and sound idiot. There is money to be had here and so what if the Shah comes? You have heard the rumors; he is gracious conqueror.” Eyal said rolling his black eyes.

“You are as greedy as ever. Money and safety mean more to you than doing God's will!” Nahum yelled.

Eyal grabbed the other man by the throat and pushed him against a stone pillar.

“God forsook our people along time ago you fool! You know what I am; I have not the luxury of your religious convictions.” He said in anger.

“You could lead our people. You have been given amazing abilities and you use them for your own gain! God granted you the power and you are no better than the curs you do business with!” Nahum said glaring at his long time friend.

“Go back to Jerusalem and rebuild the temple. I will give you money but I will not be leaving.” Eyal said firmly.

He released Nahum and his friend spit at his feet. Eyal held a growl within and he walked away. Most of his people were eagerly waiting for the Persians to show up and free the Hebrews from their captivity. They all made plans to return to Judah and rebuild their lost land. He snorted at the idea; they were not in the times of King David or Solomon for that matter. Nahum knew his secret; he knew that he Eyal could do things with his mind. He had used the abilities to become quite rich and quite well known in his community. He had other secrets but he refused to dwell on them. All he knew was that he was given his abilities and those abilities came at a price. He could do well here and help his people here. He walked on as he had important things to get done. If the rumors were correct then the Persians would be here at any time.

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Eyal was prospering and the Persian take over had been a boon to his merchant business. He found that bending the wills of the Persians came as easily as the Babylonians. He smirked as he helped fund an initial exodus of ten thousand of the Hebrews. Nahum had been one of them but it was what his friend wanted.

He watched with interest as people passed by and went on with their lives. He kept a large villa and it was peaceful; with many gardens and fountains. He was more than old enough to take a wife but he could not share his secret with anyone. Nahum had found out in drunken confession. He sighed and wondered how one such as he could have ever have come about. His community whispered and he literally heard the whispers; they thought him to lie with other men. He mentally shook off his brooding and went inside of his home. He had never spoken of his need for blood and wondered if his parents had the same need. They had died when he was young and he had been passed around. Nobody had wanted the strange child as they called him. He heard; he always heard. He had been on his own for along time and had found some kind of peace. He was alone though; he was always alone. He shook himself mentally again and refused to sink into a melancholy. He enjoyed relations with women; just very far away and never in the same place. He normally drank of them and left them in a delirious stupor. They never remembered and he was safe. He went to his bed and lay upon it. He found it hard to believe that he was the only one.

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There was rioting in the streets near his home and he cursed the stupidity of people in general; individuals could be very intelligent but put them in a group and they seemed to loose their minds. He went out to a side entrance to his villa and watched as the people were moving and yelling. He felt something that he had never felt before. His eyes widened and he knew he had to know what it was. He joined the crowd and the throng surged forward. Screaming and chanting began as `Burn her' began. He looked around and noticed that most of the people were Hebrew. Burning was usually reserved for witch craft and that did pique his interest. He watched as a female was brought forward; she was Greek by the looks of it. He pushed his way through the crowd and he realized it was her he was feeling. He looked at her and she locked eyes with him.

-You are like me, save me! - She cried in his head.

His eyes widened in shock and he stared at her. He was in utter disbelief and she scowled at him.

-Save me! - She demanded.

He looked at her and raised his voice.

“What is she accused of?” he asked.

“She is a devil; she is witch!” he heard.

“Where is your proof my friends?” he asked again.

“She was seen to be drinking blood!” someone yelled.

Eyal thought quickly and pushed himself through the crowd.

“She is obviously not of our people. Perhaps you did not understand her ways?” he asked.

“She was drinking blood from a chalice! She is creature from hell!” someone cried.

“The Greeks are strange no? They have different Gods than our one true God.” He offered.

“But the blood?” a woman asked.

“If the Shah were to get wind of this my friends then he would punish us most severely. You know of his tolerance of other religions and he may not allow the exodus to continue!” Eyal said passionately.

“But Eyal!” another cried.

“Listen to me!” he yelled.

There seemed to be a grumbling amongst some other influential people amongst the community. An elder name Japhet demanded to be heard.

“Eyal is right! Release her.” He commanded.

More grumbling could be heard and the woman was released. She rubbed her sore wrists and moved away from the group.

-Meet me outside of the city after nightfall. - She thought to him.

He stared and he barely nodded. She took off into a run away from the Hebrew sect of Babylonia. Much later he paced outside of the city and waited for the woman to appear. Excitement tore through him at the thought of meeting another like him. He did not have to pretend. He could speak of this dark and almost evil secret. He moved a little further away from the gates and he felt her presence in the shadows.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“I am Syna. Who are you?” she asked him in return.

“I am Eyal.” He answered.

“Amazing that one such as me is amongst the Hebrews. I am from Crete.” She said smoothly.

He looked at her and her skin was a dark olive. Her hair was a brownish black and she had large doe like brown eyes. Her figure was shown off in a Greek style dress that hugged her curves. It was white and it was wrapped with a gold cord.

“I have so many questions.” He said.

“I can answer them.” She replied in a husky voice.

His mouth watered and she seemed to understand. She bared her neck and motioned for him to come forward. He moved as if in a daze and lowered his lips to her jugular and sank in his sharp canine teeth. Her blood was nothing like the other women he usually fed from. It was laced with energy and like a bolt of thunder. Pleasure rushed to his groin and he moaned. She also moaned under him and closed her eyes in bliss. He pulled back after several minutes and his lips were stained crimson.

“Are there others?” he asked urgently.

“Yes there are others.” She said seductively.

“Where are they?” he asked in a strange voice.

“They are scattered through out the known world. I come across them from time to time. We can feel each other.” She said coming closer.

“How do we come about? What are we?” he asked excitedly.

“I am known as a vrykolakas. We are daemons.” She said purring.

“What?” he asked in astonishment.

“Yes, we are daemons. There is another world besides that of the mortals. We appear most like the mortals of all daemons.” She responded.

He knew she was right but the idea of daemons was foreign to him. He knew he was different but were his parents different?

“You were born of two vrykolakas. We grow stronger as we live longer.” She answered his unvoiced question.

“I do not understand.” He said confused.

“Allow me to taste your blood?” She asked.

He nodded and she moved his hair back and lowered her lips and sank her fangs in. Again unbearable pleasure and pressure erupted in his groin and he moaned. The intenseness almost made him orgasm right then. She chuckled against his flesh and drank of him. She pulled away and licked her lips. She stared at him in awe.

“You are very powerful. I have not tasted such strength in blood before.” She said.

“I have to go with you. I want to know and live amongst others of our kind.” Eyal said grabbing him to her.

“What will you tell your mortal friends?' she purred.

“I do not care. I am not them and I cannot lie with a normal woman and have a family.” He said shrugging.

“You have so much to learn; with your power you will be sought after by any female or male of your choice.” She said then licked his lips.

“I see I do have much to learn.” He replied as if in a trance.

“You need to throw off your human thoughts and feelings. They are food; no more than the beast of the field. We can live forever if not killed early. You need to learn to become the daemon you are.” She said sliding her dress off her shoulders.

Eye's eyes roved her form and ferocious desire coursed through him. He had denied his needs for so long. He had dealt with loneliness and prejudice. They dealt with him because he was rich and nothing more. They listened to power. The more he thought about things as he buried himself in her heat the more he understood. The mortals were there for daemons; they always had been. As he roared his completion into the Babylonian night, his real life began.

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Anger ripped through me as I came to. I looked at him and pity filled my mind for half a second. He had faced the same issues that had plagued the world since youki and ningen lived side by side. Japan was different because we youki did not hide and the same was said for China. The ningen knew of us and knew to stay out of our affairs for the most part. His eyes searched mine with amusement and I wanted to spit at him again.

“You should never have had to live amongst mortals.” I stated coldly.

“Ah well that ended did it not?” he asked sarcasticlly.

“How in your short interactions with this Syna whore did you think of yourself as better than anyone else?” I asked in disgust.

“Oh that happened slowly as I gained power and I solidified the uppyr together. We were scattered and they needed one leader who was more powerful than all.” He said thoughtfully.

“When did you become such a sadistic bastard?” I asked in a fury.

“When the mortals continued to exterminate what was mine. They have always been food for us. When they made moves to try and take MY lands. I became the impaler. Those stories were not written down. You know of the Ottoman invasions but you know not of the Romans and the Byzantine. I have lived nearly two thousand years and this is my lands and those that sprouted from my lands belong to me! Do you not do whatever to survive?” he said coldly.

“I do not interfere in the lives of ningen unless they interfere with mine. There are all kinds of youki courts and enough politics going on within my own sphere of influence.” I said in a nasty.

“You judge my manner of living. You are barely a babe and have no idea what things you speak of. Why not let my kind enjoy the flesh? Mortals are nothing. You rival my own abilities my little assassin and I have not seen that in a very long while. What made you project to me that time?” he asked in a purr.

“I have yet to control all my powers.” I said through gritted teeth.

“Well when I feel one that belongs to me, I take it!” he snapped.

“I am no possession. I am my own youki and I answer to no one.” I said in a nasty tone.

“Have you not wondered why you have had a time controlling your baser urges? You are half uppyr. You can never settle down.” He chuckled.

“Such acts that go on in your castle are disgusting.” I snarled at him.

“Oh really? “ He said smirking.

“Hai!” I snapped.

“I tire of talking.” He said as he grabbed me.

I fought again against his incredible strength and we disappeared into his mist. We appeared in the same room that I had been in before and I pulled away. I had to keep him talking. I was desperate and I hit upon an idea.

“If your parents died when you were young where did Stasio's line come from?” I asked quickly.

He chuckled again and settled himself on the bed. He stared at me then smirked.

“Apparently they had left another child behind in Russia. He was older than I. Blood is a very telling thing.” He said smirking.

“If Stasio was his grandson then that means you can have children.” I said.

“Oh yes we can reproduce. You are the first hybrid I have ever seen. Uppyr do not seem to mix well with other daemons.” He said in a deep tone.

“Why do you care what I have done?” I asked narrowing my eyes.

“Shall we go down the list? You kill Stasio, you killed a very close friend of mine, you have maimed or killed many other uppyr, and you blatantly disobey and disavow me.” He said in an angry tone.

“Kyung-Sam was a monster! He killed my mate.” I said furiously.

“I was told you got quite the revenge; you melted the flesh from his bones. Want to share how that happened?” he said in a very dangerous tone.

“I really do not know.” I snapped.

“You are a loose cannon I cannot allow.” He said moving forward.

“You plan on killing me then?” I asked snarling.

“No, I plan on tormenting you.” He said smirking.

“Bastard!” I said backing myself into a wall.

“You speak way too much little killer. You call me sadistic and disgusting yet you kill your own kind.” He said trapping me between his arms.

“I am not your kind. I am inu that happens to have this blood in my veins.” I snarled again.

 

“Ah yes the dog daemon in you.” He said lowering his mouth to my neck and biting in yet again.

This time it was a slow burning and not as overwhelming. I sucked in my breath and I heard his chuckle against my skin. He lowered my hakamas while still drinking and I grew afraid he would try and drain me totally. I felt dirty and I felt that I should be strong enough to fight off this creature. I hated feeling vulnerable and that was my greatest weakness. He had weakened me to the point I truly had no strength left to fight. I prayed to the Kamis that Naraku and Jin could forgive me.

“You feel dirty hmmm?” he whispered into my ear.

I did not speak. He had feed a lot and my body was drained of blood and yoki. He was not going to get a response if I could help it. I could tell my lack of responses irritated him. He must think he was Kamis gift to all onnas. His face grew darker at my thoughts and he spread my legs with his thigh.

“We shall see what you think in a moment.” He snarled in my ear.

“Am I supposed to enjoy you?” I asked weakly.

He freed himself from his breeches and I felt his heavy erection against my thigh. I said nothing and shut my eyes. I continued to infuriate him and he drove himself up into me. My mind stayed as calm as I could. He lifted a wrist and bit into savagely. I cried out in pain and had to pant to fight off waves of nausea. He was going to torment me in this. He continued to plunder me and I almost wished for death in that moment. He was angry again and the sensations were again intense and almost painful as my body reacted to the mental barrage. To my horror there was a coiling in my lower belly and I started fighting again.

“No!” I cried out.

“Yes.” He said in a deep voice.

He pressed a thumb to my nub and started massaging it in a circular motion. I was going to orgasm and the hatred I felt was horrible. He pulled at my mind and I realized he was trying to connect to Naraku through me. I screamed in his head and I felt his laugh. He massaged harder on my bundle of nerves. He was pounding harder into me. My body betrayed me and I felt myself tighten and shatter as it overcame me. My yoki flared and it was almost a visible thing. He stiffened and spilled his seed and I collapsed against him.

“I hate you!” I hissed.

“Ah well little assassin, you honestly are one of the best fucks I have ever had. I hope this Naraku fellow enjoyed the show.” He said withdrawing from me. I slid down the wall and stared at him in a blind rage.

“You just signed your death sentence.” I said smirking.

“Oh really?” he said surprised.

“Chichi's home.” I said as it was my turn to laugh.

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Naraku was so close to the castle and he felt her aura weaken tremendously. The blood drinking bastard had been stealing her life force. He had seen flashes of the beast taking her and his fury had raged beyond anything he had ever felt. He knew she felt remorse and self loathing. He had felt his appearance change as his anger tainted the jewel. He was going to have a hell of time letting go of this time. He pulled his hair forward and it was white. He smirked with malice and knew this was the ultimate form. He willed himself into the castle and he felt the damn mutts! He also felt a tsuchigumo presence and knew it had to be the one that Asuna had befriended. He focused on his love and he knew he was going to run straight into Sesshomaru. He appeared on the ground floor of the castle and saw uppyr scrambling. The mutts were already dispatching several of the beasts and he appeared right beside two females. Tentacles erupted from his body and wrapped around their necks and snapped them. He watched the Western Lord unsheathed the Bakusaiga and sliced through the middles of two different uppyr. Naraku winced as he remembered the pain from that blade.

“Vermin!” Sesshomaru hissed.

“Ice mutt!” he retorted.

He had changed his appearance back to his normal one but his power was overwhelming. He released spike like appendages and that went through the chests of another couple of uppyr.

“Amazing you could find this place being a hanyou!” the inu snarled.

“Well all I had to do was follow your mangy dog smell.” He hissed.

“As entertaining as you two are; could we concentrate on killing these nasty buggers?” Airi asked.

“Hai!” Osamu said as he ran through a blond haired uppyr.

“Naraku! Do you still have a potent venom?” Airi asked him.

“Hai.” He answered.

“Use it! I am changing and use your silk; it too is a powerful tool.” Airi said.

“Hai.” He said.

The air changed around the group of youki and Airi slowly became a giant gray and brown spider. She had large fangs near her head and spinnerets in the back. Osamu looked up and seemed impressed. She was a lethal killing youki. Naraku looked at her and he too seemed impressed. Airi moved quickly and she grabbed several uppyr and she bit them and injected her venom. Naraku raised a hand and sealed off several doorways with webbing. Sesshomaru watched disdainfully and killed a stray blood drinker. Osamu and Youshiro had wiped out a respectable amount themselves. Thirty or more uppyr lay dead or dying and Airi transformed back into her humanoid form.

“They will dissolve from the inside.” She said shrugging.

Naraku took the opportunity to disappear into his miasma and search the castle for his beloved.

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I heard a battle going on in the ground floor and I smirked. I recognized all of the auras and Vlad looked horribly angry. I leaned against the wall for support of my weakened body and he stared at me in rage.

“You are a devious little bitch. Your blasted kin are killing my own!” he snarled.

“You earned it Eyal!” I snapped.

He pulled me up roughly and had my own dirk to my gut. He shoved it in roughly and threw me back on the floor.

“You may be daemon but you can still die!” he snapped.

Vlad was forcefully pulled forward by unseen forces and I saw a dark skinned hand wrap around the uppyr king's throat. Naraku moved forward and his features morphed before my eyes. He was again the raven haired, scarlet eyed one I loved. I had a bad feeling that he had taken the jewel into himself. He yoki was pressing down and I was too damn weak to help him. Vlad showed no emotion; the creature before him was very dangerous indeed.

“Asuna, where is your fang?” he asked quietly.

“I do not know.” I answered weakly.

A tentacle erupted from him and he wrapped it around me gently and pulled me to him. I was still naked from the waist down.

“Well so you are a shape shifter.” Vlad said in a fury.

“I am much more than that.” Naraku said smiling heavily with malice.

I felt at Naraku's side knowing he normally carried a small katana. My hand shook as I slowly withdrew the blade. I was bleeding still. I moved shakily away from my mate and came forward and sliced Vlad's belly. I caught the blood in my out stretched hand and pressed it to the wound in my own gut.

“Well little assassin are you going to try to add another to your list?” he said smirking.

I grabbed Naraku's hand and shoved it into Vlad. Naraku seeped miasma into it and Vlad winced in obvious pain.

“One thing you need to know is that there are many different youki in Japan. I am a giant inu but my love here is from a lineage of very venomous arachnids.” I said.

“I am older than anything you know.” Vlad said in a sneer.

“If that venom does not kill you slowly then I am going to show you how I killed your very good friend Kyung-Sam.” I said in a very nasty tone.

“Do it.” He said smirking.

I realized that Naraku was using considerable yoki in keeping Vlad's own power dormant. I took the katana and put Naraku's hand on mine. I heard my family coming and Naraku covered my nakedness with his tentacled limb.

“Well Vlad I must say you were the worst fuck I have ever had.” I snarled.

I pulled Naraku's yoki into mine and I released a blast through the weak blade but it threw Vlad through the stone wall. My father stepped forward and removed his haori and handed it to me. My hand shook and I turned into Naraku's neck.

He gathered me to him and he pulled me into his miasma so I could cover my nakedness. We were in another room and I shed my tattered haori and Naraku could see all the bite marks and dried blood. I put on my father's haori which came to mid thigh on me. I tied it closed with the stays and would find an obi later. I looked up at Naraku with weak and angered eyes.

“I want to see if he is dead.” I said.

“Hai.” He said softly.

“I also want my fang.” I said.

I walked into the other room and went to hole in the wall and looked down. There was no sign of Vlad and I growled. My father put a hand on my shoulder and I looked up. His face was full of fury.

“Youshiro take your sister and brother back to the West.” Sesshomaru said.

“Hai Father.” Youshiro said coming up to me followed by Osamu.

“My fang! I want my fang.” I said urgently.

“I will find your fang or I will have another commissioned by Totosai.” He said.

“Sister come!” Youshiro said taking my arm.

“No. I want Naraku.” I said leaving the room.

Sesshomaru put up his hand nodded for her to leave. He would deal with the hanyou soon enough.

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Naraku waited just outside the door and I came into his arms. He held me and I did not cry. Vlad was not dead but the bastard had to be hurt pretty bad. I would ready for him.

“You must remove the jewel.” I said in a whisper.

“It will be difficult.” He whispered in my ear.

“Take us to your castle.” I said.

“Hai.” He said gathering me to him and we disappeared from Wallachia.

We appeared in the northern castle. I stepped away from my mate and turned.

“I need to clean myself. I am filthy.” I said savagely.

“Asuna!” he cried.

“We must get the jewel out.” I said.

“Alright.” He sighed.

“Tell me how.” I said shaking a little.

“You are going to have to retrieve it by force.” He said sighing.

“I have to hurt you.” I said shuddering.

“Hai.” He said nodding.

“Where is it?” I asked.

“In my abdomen.” He said pointing to his lower stomach.

“Could you change form and make it easier?” I asked in a pained voice.

“Asuna just do it.” He said leveling me a stare.

I drew my hand up and my claws started glowing green. I was still weak but I shoved my hand into his lower belly and he grunted in pain. I felt a hard object and I pulled back with all the strength I had. I was horrified at the blood. I stripped off the haori and pressed it to the wound. I dropped the jewel and staunched the wound.

“Asuna it will heal. It was not merged with me for long.” He said taking my hand.

“I did not betray you.” I said staring at his stomach.

“I know.” He said lifting my chin.

“I am sorry for hurting you.” I said standing.

I was naked again but I retreated to the hot spring. I took a cloth and started scrubbing my skin. Naraku came into the hot spring and stripped out of his own bloodied clothes. I would not stop cleaning my skin and I looked at him with my eyes red. I was not crying but I was in a rage.

“You did not betray me. I saw through you what happened.” He said.

“I will hunt him down and finish the job.” I said furiously.

“I brought Mizuki to the West.” He commented.

“So that is why my sire was in such a foul mood.” I said still scrubbing.

“Asuna you are clean.” Naraku said softly.

“No. I still feel filthy.” I said scrubbing harder.

Naraku grabbed my hands and pulled me to him. I snarled in a fury and beat his chest. He held onto me and I sagged against him.

“I am tired.” I said exhausted.

“Come.” He said helping me up.

He got me a yukata and I slipped it on. I went and laid on the futon and closed my eyes.

“Can you keep your mind open to mine?” I asked with my eyes closed.

“Hai.” He whispered as he lay next to me.

“He will by my hand. I am going to kill him.” I said fervently.

“Not if I do it first.” He said barely audible.

I passed out and for the first times in weeks I did not feel the pull of the uppyr king.