InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Like An Angel From Hell ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Prologue


I watched silently as he strode forward to deliver the final blow. I was bleeding all over the expensive carpet. I knew mother would have a fit.
I guess I’m going out the same way I came in; with blood covering me.
This could have been considered noble, or honorable, dying to protect…him. I never thought that people--no, things-- like me could die. I suppose they can, it just takes a bit of roughing up to do so.
Three months ago, I would have never in my wildest dreams imagined how horrifying my life would end.
Most would start crying if they were in my situation, some might even beg. But I have learned throughout the years that crying and begging get you absolutely nowhere. Except lying on a Persian rug, bleeding to death while some lunatic stands over you, watching you die painfully.
As he hovered over me, I did not make a sound as he plunged the cross deep into my heart.


Chapter One


Stop and think how many times a day you think of blood, death, and betrayal. Probably not many. Unless you’re reading one of the books a certain literature teacher assigned you to read.
This story starts in an online chat room.
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B.B.: anyone here?
Capturer-of-night: hey, Bess.
B.B.: Simon! Are you ALWAYS online, or what?
Capturer-of-night: You bet.
B.B.: I’ve got a great idea. Let’s meet somewhere. You said you lived around here.
Capturer-of-night: I don’t know Bess…I don’t think you’d like what you see…
B.B.: PLEASE! I don’t care about looks, you know that.
B.B.: Simon…???? Helloooooo?????
Capturer-of-night has exited the chat room.
B.B.: Well, I’m going to the local movie theater tonight. If you’re there, come see me. Wear black. J
B.B. has exited the chat room.
Bess knew I only put myself on invisible.
I read her message and waited until she signed off her computer before turning off mine. I grinded my teeth, debating on going to meet her or not.
I tapped my nails over the keyboard impatiently. I glanced at the black t-shirt lying on the floor, then at my baggy jeans. Sighing, I was walking out of the apartment in five minutes and to the movie theater.
It cold outside, but not cold enough for a jacket. I took one anyway. The remnants of winter should have been long gone, but it stayed to remind us of what to miss when the warmer days take over. I noticed the faint sound of rain falling as I stepped outside.
Most people described me as a normal, easy going teenager. They had it all wrong. I am not normal, by any means. I am most definitely not easy going. And I have not been a teenager for many, many years.
I spotted her almost immediately. At least, I heard her thoughts immediately. She was doubting that I would show up.
A slight breeze blew through my weary body.
I smiled. "Tristan."
I only heard a soft chuckle as my friend continued to fly elsewhere. I had no doubt in my mind that he would be back soon to eavesdrop. That is the benefit of having a friend who follows you everywhere; I learned his ways, his secrets, his human life…how he became one of us.
Bess moved away from the theater shaking her head, apparently giving up on me. I sighed and glanced at her once before turning away.
When I looked back, three men were dragging her into an alley.
"Hey!" I yelled as fiercely as I could. Anyone who saw me would never describe me as intimidating, but as I said, they didn’t really know me. As soon as I stepped forward, the men stopped.
"Wanna join us?" One asked.
I was disgusted and showed it on my face. "No. Let her go." I watched their eyes scan over my vicious coffee-colored eyes and tousled brown hair.
And they laughed.
I made a frustrated sound in my throat. "Let the girl go." I looked to Bess. "Come on, Chief’ll be pissed if we’re home late again."
"C-Chief?" I looked over at the speaker, noticing suddenly how young these boys were. The boy that had spoke was shaking.
"Yeah," I nodded, "Our dad. The Sheriff?"
It was becoming easier and easier to lie.
The third boy, one with bright red hair, let go of Bess as if she were on fire. "Here. She’s not all that cute anyways, right boys?"
They quickly nodded. Then ran.
I thought briefly about following them, but decided against it. Bess was fine. "You okay?" I tilted my head so I could see her.
She nodded slowly.
I shifted uncomfortably, becoming oh-so aware of the tension between us. "Well…see you around." I stuffed my hands into my pockets and started to walk back home.
"Wait!" She called, holding her hand out. A breeze blew past us and I silently cursed my friend for eavesdropping yet again. She shivered and I tossed her my leather jacket.
She took it and draped it around her shoulders before licking her lips and brushing her ebony hair from her face. I focused on her demand and not her low-cut shirt or black knee-high boots.
"What is your name?" She asked when she was nearer to me. Even with her heels on, she was still a few inches shorter than me.
"Uh…Aubrey."
She crinkled her small nose. "You don’t look like an Aubrey."
"Well, I am." I snapped, shifting again, only this time to whip out a cigarette. Before I could search for a lighter, Bess’s hand was under my nose with one.
"Here." She smiled slightly.
I cocked an eyebrow. "You smoke?"
She smiled nervously and altered her stance to something one would see at a bar. "Yeah. I’m not that young."
I smiled to myself. Liar. "You’re sixteen."
"I-I am not--"
"And-" I interrupted, fingering the lighter. "-stealing your older brother’s lighter isn’t cool. He might need that."
Gotcha. I thought, looking at her angry face.
I lit the cigarette, smiling smugly. I puffed the smoke in her face and she coughed, stepping back one step. "Try not to get into any more trouble, okay? I can’t be here to save you all the time."
If only she knew.
Not surprisingly, I heard all about her encounter with "an arrogant asshole" that night.
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The printer made a groaning noise after the picture of Bess was printed out. I picked it up, letting the ink dry.
It was surprisingly easy to find pictures of siteen-year-old girls on google. Do their parents not teach them anything? When I had first started talking to Bess, I looked her up on the internet out of curiousity. All I had to do was type in her name, do some computer hacking, and wa-la! pictures of Bess. She didn't have an account on myspace.com, which surprised me; even Tristan has one. Maybe she isn't as clueless as I had originally thought. It surprising how easily one could find another just from the internet.
I had to hide all the pictures of Bess that I found. That's the trouble with having a nosy roommate. Tristan, back in his time, was somewhat of a womanizer.
Even though she was just a victim, a helpless, unknowing victim, Bess was...quite beautiful in my eyes. With long dark brown hair, black lowlights, and slightly slanted upwards cerulean eyes, she was the perfect meal. Her blood was most likely sweet, like cotton candy, but it could be somewhat sour, like a green grape. I had tasted so many throughout the years that I couldn't tell much anymore. All I knew was that when I was hungry, it was time to look for something-- or someone-- to eat.
Bess...she was just a victim, a meal. I couldn't afford to get attached.
My stomach rumbled for the addicting human food it was often fed. Even though Tristan was changed a few hundred years back, he was still part human, as was I, and humans have a need for...french fries and hamburgers. Not much else, really. The refridgerator was always at least halfway stocked, so I made my way over to the money eater and opened the door, cool wind blowing quickly past me. I pulled out some turkey and bread and stood up fully, turning around to the counter.
When I looked up, Tristan stood before me, shivering. I sighed. "What were you doing in the fridge?"
"I-I-I was h-hungry," His teeth chattered.
I cut the newly made sandwich in half and handed one half to him. He took it and smiled. "How long were you in there?" I asked.
"Right after I saw you with your little girlfriend." His teeth had stopped chattering and he leaned against the counter casually. "I hope you're not going to make the mistake of falling for a victim. Again."
I stopped chewing. "Leave Elizabeth out of this." I retorted. "I don't want to talk about her."
Tristan sighed. "You haven't wanted to talk about her for almost two hundred years." He slid smoothly onto a chair by the counter. "You don't want to talk about how pathetic you were, falling for mere mortal--"
"Shut up." I whispered.
"You," he continued, "don't want to talk about how when you showed her what you truly are, she tried to stab you-- not proper at all for a lady in those times, not proper at all."
"Stop it, Tristan." I ground out.
He leaned back, ignoring me. "You don't want to talk about how you murdered poor Elizabeth Borden's parents just for the one chance that she would glance your way--"
"Shut your mouth, Tristan, or so help me I will rip your throat out!"
He smiled. "Touche." He stood and walked to the door, glancing back at me. "But I don't suppose I would want to talk about killing someone either."

End Chapter One

"How was the meeting?"
I hesitate. "I did not meet him."
She sighs. "Lying will not help your cause. Trust me, if he gets word of this, your sentence will last far longer than four years."
The dial tone sounds in my ear. I slowly hang up the phone.

Chapter Two

I mulled over Tristan's words as I watched late night television shows. "How pathetic you were..."