InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Nightwalker ❯ Murder ( Chapter 2 )

Update! I went back and fixed some things. I'm a perfectionist. It's what I do. The next chapter will come as soon as I'm done with it! Enjoy!

 

Well, you asked for it. Most of the reviews of the Nightwalker one-shot asked for it, so here it is! Nightwalker has now become an official story…^_^ my first horror/romance. Be for warned, this is somewhat of a dark story. I hope you enjoy.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. He is the sole property of Romiko Takahashi and I will NOT take credit for her genius.

 

 

Part Two: Murder.

 

He said nothing as he stared out into the empty city. It would be about four right now, he found himself thinking as the winds danced around his long, black coat. Though lights flared in the view below, he knew that most of the humans must be well asleep by now, even her…

 

What had she called herself? Kagome?

 

He had been so fascinated by her reaction when she saw him standing next to her balcony doors. The wide-eyed look that expressed shock and curiosity. She couldn't scream, which had greatly inspired his interest and wonder. No one he had ever bitten had kept the composure like she had. She had refused to show fear, even though he could smell it coming off her in powerful signals of emotion. It had angered him that she thought he was a hallucination.

 

He had been so thirsty; his fangs were to the point of burning ache. Her scent was so strong and so intoxicating that he was surprised he hadn't bitten her the moment she had seen him. He never really had cravings for virgin blood, it must've been his journey from Kyoto that made him want to sink his teeth into a rare flavor, but he had to say, he thought as he licked his fangs, that she was the most deliciously sweet and sour blood he had ever tasted. He could still feel her soft warmth.

 

As expected, she had passed out from blood extraction. He found himself liking the feel of her limp body sagging against him rather than her stiff form struggling to get herself free. He had placed her in bed afterward, pulling the towel on her body and covering her with the sheets.

 

Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered why he had suddenly followed his intuition and taken her. He was over centuries old. How often did he lose control over his rational mind and follow what his body wanted? Why did he feel like he had plunged them both into a strange new, inescapable reality?

 

“You're a night early, little brother.”

 

A voice spoke from the darkness, emphasizing the last two words of his speech. Said “little brother” did not need turn his head to know that his older brother was standing on the edge of the towering, building roof. Nor was he surprised of his older brother's ability to suddenly appear un-noticed; for it was a character that most of his kind shared.

 

Turning his head, his eyes met the same molted gold of his brother's. He scanned his brother's appearance, taking note that his pale countenance and facial marks had not changed. He nodded.

 

“How was your journey to Kyoto?” The elder brother asked.

 

“It's not there.” The younger brother said, physically turning back to his original standing. “I've checked every goddamn place. It's almost as if it disappeared forever from our history. Did you find anything?”

 

“No, it was not in the highlands.” The elder brother said solemnly.

 

“Not in Scotland, not in Kyoto…” Younger Brother breathed.

 

“We are running out of places to look.”

 

“Do you think he has them? That bastard.”

 

“I highly doubt the `Nightwalker King' would send his subordinates looking for them if he did.”

 

Both brothers stayed quiet; the only sound was the rustle of their dark silhouettes in the wind. The nightwalker king, the issue of ultimate resentment amongst the two brothers; he was the reason so many of their kind were killed. Said demon was so strong that it was told he alone could defeat an army of nightwalkers in one stroke. Younger Brother growled at the thought of him.

 

“Have you been feeding? It was quite a long flight from Kyoto. Bitten anyone lately?” Elder Brother asked smoothly, watching with a smirk as his younger brother growled.

 

“Who I bite is none of your fucking business.” He spat.

 

“There's some blood on your chin, you've always been a sloppy drinker.” Elder Brother answered, unfazed.

 

Younger Brother unceremoniously whipped the blood off with his tongue, the taste of her returning as the blood slid down his throat.

 

“Who was she?” Elder Brother asked.

 

“How do you know it was a she?”

 

“That's because our blood line doesn't bite those of the same sex.”

 

“Keh. Like I said, who I bite is none of you damn business.”

 

“Whatever. In twelve moons' time, it will be the Shadow's Moon. We have to find them by then. Otherwise, our chance to kill the `Nightwalker King' will have to wait another fifty years. Don't get too distracted, unless you want to lose your chance for vengeance.”

 

He left before his younger brother could reply.

 

He growled. No matter whom he fed upon, her charming taste stayed with him. “Damn it…”

 

 

 

 

“Investigators are baffled as to the strange strings of deaths occurring in the city. Shortly after the first two killings, two more victims have emerged, both with the same strange demise as their predecessors. Authorities are urging citizens to-”

 

The television was switched off, ending the voice of the news castor and her sorry reports. “It really freaks me out.” said the girl at the table who had just turned the television off.

 

“I know. The first victim was sucked dry from the inside, and then the second one had no bones. It's scary.” Said another girl at the table.

 

“I'm afraid to be outside now.” Said the third girl at the table, flipping though her books. “What do you think, Kagome?” She asked, turning to the only girl that seemed to be studying.

 

“I think you guys are exaggerating.” She said calmly.

 

“You've got to be kidding!” All three girls said at the same time.

 

“C'mon, we're twenty years old. I don't have time to be worrying about some rumors about a mass murderer in the city, Tsuki.” Kagome huffed, turning a page in her statistics book.

 

The girl called Tsuki looked at Kagome incredulously. “It's true! I have a friend who works in the police department! He said that the autopsy doctor was amazed at the bodies' conditions!”

 

“You don't have to believe everything news tells you.” Kagome said again. “That goes for you too, Yuri, Rika.”

 

“But still…” Rika and Yuri said together.

 

“Can we change the subject please!” Kagome said impatiently. “Or can we study like we are supposed to do?”

 

“Fine,” said Tsuki. “Tell us about that dream you had.” Kagome blushed.

 

“I had a dream that some kind of ethereal being came into my apartment.”

 

“Ethereal? Do tell.” Rika cooed, happy to talk about something other than the strange murders happening in the city.

 

“He looked like-” Kagome began.

 

“He?” Yuri chirped.

 

“Yes he.” Kagome replied calmly.

 

“Aren't you a little too old and the wrong gender to be having wet dreams?” Tsuki teased.

 

“Oh, grow up will you?” Kagome said with a slight chuckle. “Anyway, he looked like some kind of ghost, his hair was all white,” she made a gesture, tugging on her own black tresses, “and those eyes, a weird cat-like gold…”

 

“Sounds interesting. So what happened?”

 

Kagome said nothing, reaching for some coffee and holding the mug to her lips as she looked down at the table. What happened in the dream was a blur, like it was for most of her nighttime visuals. Yet somehow, she could feel this burning warmth. That was the most potent thing she remembered about the being in her dream: that his skin was burning, like his blood was on fire.

 

“You seem a bit out of it today.”

 

Looking up, Kagome grinned at Tsuki after lowering her coffee mug. “Well, I studied for a total of fifteen hours this week.”

 

“There should be some kind of record for that.” Tsuki made a face.

 

Rika stole a glance at the clock, gasping suddenly and standing. “What is it?” Yuri said, alarmed at Rika's sudden movement.

 

“It's seven o' clock! The sun will set soon! We better get home.” She said, scrambling to gather her school things.

 

“What's the rush?” Kagome said, taking another sip of her coffee. “The library is open for another half hour.”

 

“Do you do anything but study?” Yuri grumbled.

 

“Of course I do! But I can't exactly get my pre-med done without good grades.” Kagome replied.

 

“Enough talk. Let's go Yuri, I don't want to be out after dark.” Tsuki said as she grabbed the other girl's sleeve, leading her to the exit of the library. “I'll see you guys later.” Yuri called back to Kagome and Rika.

 

Sighing, Kagome gathered her things, looking up at Rika. “We'd better head home too.” She said. Rika nodded.

 

 

Kagome sighed as she walked down the street that led to her apartment. Rika made the journey really tiresome. It was now past dusk and Rika was looking around her surroundings every five minutes. Her frantic checking was weighing on Kagome's patience. “Just a few more blocks,” Kagome kept telling herself.

 

“What was that?” Rika suddenly gasped. Kagome jumped away from her thoughts, walking backward.

 

A gunshot heard in the distance. Though it was far, it had caused her heart rate to speed up. Kagome looked about her location. The street she and Rika were standing in was deserted, the moon that was now rising shadowed the buzzing streetlamps. Save for a single car that was parked a few paces in front of them, there was not another object along the road. It was a strange, deathly quiet and the wind swept around Kagome in a cold embrace. It made her bones shiver.

 

“Kagome…” Rika said nervously.

 

“Oh, pull yourself together. It's just the wind.” Kagome huffed. Unfortunately, the wind make a defining howl that sounded like a sorrowful wail. Rika screamed and rushed up the street.

 

“Rika!” Kagome called, irritated, as she ran after her. Then, a scream and Kagome stopped in her tracks.

 

“Rika, that's not funny.” She said, nearing the dark area, where the sound had come from. The street lamp there was broken, leaving the empty intersection shrouded in darkness.

 

“Rika?” Kagome asked nervously as she walked into the gloom. Pulling her jacket closer about herself, Kagome listened for anything strange. The only sound in the silence was the crickets and their high song. Then, a cricket paused and Kagome waited for it to continue, straining her ears for more.

 

She made out a figure in the darkness and walked near, grumbling. “This is not funny, Rika, I know you're there.” Kagome sighed, but as she neared, it wasn't just Rika that was standing in the dark. In fact, Rika's head was to the side, her eyes open and blank, the man behind her holding her neck as he straightened. Blood dripped from his chin. Kagome screamed.

 

“What did you do to her!” She ordered.

 

The man came out of the shadows, the moonlight showing his handsome face and short, back hair. “Don't worry sweetheart. She's still alive…barely.” He said in a smooth voice, dropping Rika's unmoving body to the ground, and moving toward Kagome slowly.

 

“Stay away.” Kagome growled, putting her fists up.

 

“Oh, how adorable. You think that you can beat me with those?”

 

CRASH. Some force jerked her a few steps forward. Stumbling to regain her balance, Kagome breathlessly turned to look at the street corner she had been standing in. It was now disfigured into a crater, rubble and cracked cement spread around it.

 

Surprised by the sudden change in scenery, Kagome was pulled into another trance of shock as the building not to far from her shook from a great impact. The dust around it cleared, showing the man she had been speaking to stand wobbly in the middle of a great hole created in the building's brick wall.

 

“Well, well, fancy meeting you here…” He said as he came out of the rubble, dusting himself off. Kagome watched wide-eyed as he stared at something across the street with his dark, red eyes.

 

“Good evening.” Another voice came into the conversation across the street, but Kagome didn't want to see who it was as she tried escaping into the nearby alley.

 

“Well, well. Look what wandered into our alley.” Kagome clenched her hands and slowly strengthened her stance, ready to punch if she needed to. She didn't have to turn, hearing the two men's footsteps as they came to stand in front of her, bringing their piggish eyes to gleam in the moonlight. Focusing, she stared at the men, memorizing their black hair and matching business jackets.

 

“Now what is a sweet girl like you doing in a place like this?”

 

“I could ask you the same question.” She replied coolly, amazed that she was unfazed by the situation, while trying to keep her heart rate under control. This was no time to be screaming in fear like a little girl. The man laughed at her snide remark, obviously not interested in her actual question.

 

“I see you have a sharp tongue. Let's see…”

 

Kagome grabbed the arm that was reaching out for her, using the force of her weight to spin the man and hurdle him to the wall of the alley, making him groan from the sudden attack. Just as the man was down, she rushed toward his partner, landing a good punch in his nose and kicking him in the knees, successfully knocking him down.

 

Breathing in, Kagome turned to leave the alley, but a voice drew her back.

 

“Nicely done. I never knew such a petite girl would have such attacks.”

 

She gasped, turning around to find that both men were slowly starting to stand, brushing themselves off. How could they just stand after her attack! No one could recover that fast, and she had hit hard enough to knock them out!

 

“What!” She growled.

 

“Don't you find it strange, all these mysterious deaths and disappearances in the city? So my little warrior, you want a real fight?”

 

Kagome prepared herself for another row, trying to keep herself calm, but both men suddenly took a few nervous steps back, staring at something that was beyond her. Whatever was behind her, Kagome tensed, was much more dangerous then her punches.

 

“Shit!” She heart them yell. The men backed deeper into the alley, making for a quick departure, but didn't get far as a being emerged from the shadows of the alley. Hidden from her gaze by the darkness, he held one of her attackers up by the neck. The other man froze and fell to the ground, dead.

 

“Well, well, I thought scum like you would hide during the night, knowing that I was back in town.” The growl came from the being in the shadows. That voice. Kagome froze. That deep voice with a hidden rumble; it sent shivers up her spine. It was so familiar.

 

“Y-you bastard.” The man chocked, clawing the hand that held his throat.

 

“What does your master have in store for us? Sending you along with other pests. Why are you killing humans? What's that bastard's goal?” The being asked.

 

“Kill me. I'd die under his hands anyway. Besides, there's no way I'm telling you betrayers anything!” The man chocked and seconds later, he also fell to the floor, unmoving.

 

Kagome drew breath in to scream. She was pushed in the wall of the alley suddenly, her hands pulled over her head and her scream silenced by something burning hot against her face. Kagome's eyes widened in terror. He was fast, just like in her dream.

 

It couldn't be. She stared into the same dark gold eyes from the man that came to her the night before. He looked back at her. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes betrayed him. She couldn't tell what emotion it was. Was it anger, shock, intrigue, or mix of all three?

 

“Well, well little brother. Have you caught a spy?”

 

Her dream looked away from her and over his shoulder. “No, just a human.” He said in his low voice. Kagome slowly followed his gaze.

 

There were two of them? No, the second one looked older and more aristocratic from his handsome features. His hair was more silken and neatly kept then his counterpart whose hair was wilder and free. He shared the same golden eyes, but they were as inexpressive and as cold as his face. She noticed the moon-shaped tattoo on his brow.

 

Kagome eyes trailed to the other man's left side, where a long clawed hand was holding the dead body of what must have been the man that had bitten Rika. She shook.

 

Quickly before her captor could react, she brought her knee into her dream's stomach. He groaned, surprised and, releasing her, fell back a few steps, holding his torso. Once free, Kagome rushed toward the alley's exit. She stopped inches away from the two bodies that the man from her dream had killed, backing away in disgust.

 

Her back came into something burning and soft. “Going somewhere?” He asked smoothly as his arms circled around her waist. Had she not been so scared, Kagome would have fallen asleep surrounded by his feverish heat. The familiar feelings from last night rushed forward. It had all been real…

 

“Let go of me!” She yelled in outrage, anger coming into her mind.

 

“Are you sure you want me to do that?” He said smoothly.

 

“Inuyasha.” The other man's voice spoke. The man holding her turned, bringing her along, to stare at his partner. Kagome vaguely heard the sound of sirens in the distance and felt the man holding her nod.

 

His fangs were pulsing at the sight of her. He could feel them lengthening in his mouth. Breaking away from her blood's delicious call, he snarled at her, revealing his long fangs.

 

“The hell are you doing out so late at night?” He growled, his eyes fixed on the bite mark he left on her neck.

 

“You, you can't be real! You were just a dream!” She shook.

 

“A dream huh? Then tell me, where did that bite mark on your neck come from?” He saw her go wide-eyed, bringing her hand up slowly to touch the mark and gasp when she felt the two points where his fangs had sank into her neck.

 

“Enough talk.” The other man said impatiently. The sound of sirens was getting louder.

 

He snapped form his view from the girl when his brother called his name again. Silently fuming at the fact that he wasn't alone with the girl, he reluctantly turned to face his brother.

 

Picking the girl up in his arms, before she could react, he jumped from the alley, rushing across roof to roof, following his brother, and furthering his distance from the scene where the police were headed. He felt the girl hold on to him in fear when she noticed how high she was and knew the danger if she struggled. When he landed on a roof high enough for her not to escape, he felt her immediately resist and let go of her.

 

She placed some distance between the two men. “Stay the hell away from me!” She barked.

 

“I'd keep your voice down girl, you have nothing to fear.” The elder man stated.

 

“Nothing to fear!” She yelled in outrage. “YOU JUST KILLED THREE PEOPLE! ON TOP OF WHICH I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU ARE! SOME KIND OF VAMPIRE! AND YOU TELL ME I HAVE NOTHING TO FEAR!”

 

“Shut up wench!” The man from her dream snapped. What was he called? Inuyasha? “First of all, those `people' as you called them, were drones. They weren't humans: puppets sent by their master to kidnap and murder.”

 

“Drones?” She repeated.

 

“Yes, inferior beings of a race similar to what we are.” The other man said. “They go about the night, do whatever they are told.”

 

“So, are you…drones too?”

 

“No!” Inuyasha yelled.

 

“Vampires then?”

 

“That would be the closest term you humans have that would mean what we are. But no…we are beings of the night, demons who live off blood and moonlight.” Inuyasha said, unemotionally.

 

“Then what do you have to do with me?”

 

“Nothing, but the bite mark I left on your neck.” Inuyasha said.

 

The other man turned, walking toward the edge of the roof. “Sesshoumaru?” Inuyasha called.

 

“I should tell the others about what happened tonight. And besides, if I stay here, I may just be subjected to some tedious ranting.” The elder man deemed Sesshoumaru spoke.

 

“Rika!” Kagome suddenly gasped, remembering. “Is she really dead?” She shivered at the idea.

 

“Don't worry about that other girl.” Sesshoumaru stated. “I will see that she will be fine.” Without another word, he vanished into the night.

 

Inuyasha watched his brother disappear. Turning back to the girl, Inuyasha found her walking around the roof, looking for a way to escape. Smirking, he walked toward her. “Trying to run away?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her torso.

 

She jumped when she felt him standing behind her. “Get away!” She yelled as she flailed her arms, trying to make him release her. His body was so warm, rivaling the cold night air. She didn't know how, but it reluctantly made her relax and she sank a little in his hold, dizzy. Everything had happened so fast. One moment she was walking home with Rika and the next instant, she was in the arms of the man that had entered her room the night before. And just now killed two people in front of her eyes.

 

“What are you?” She said again, her back against his burning heat.

 

“I told you last night. I'm a nightwalker.”

 

“Last night…” The blood rushed to Kagome's head, the rage following it.

 

“YOU BASTARD!” Fighting the tears, she pulled back form him suddenly, throwing her fist into his face.

 

He effortlessly dodged a few good feet backward, away from her blow. His brows rose in brief surprise, but he masked it quickly. Not bad for a human, or should he say a human female. Interesting.

 

She rushed forward, attempting to hit him again, but he swayed away from her. She must have read his movements because she had bent low and tripped him by sweeping her leg under his feet. He staggered for a moment, and jumped off the floor when she tried to give him a good kick.

 

“Hold still!” She snarled as she ran forward to hit him again.

 

“Why?” He smirked at her incensed look.

 

“So I can kill you!” She said as she threw another punch but missed as he jumped to the side.

 

“I'd like to see you try.” He said, evading yet another blow from her. “I'm getting tired of this game of tag.” His face became annoyed and he next said, after he had placed a good distance between them, “And if I remember correctly, which I'm sure I do, you enjoyed last night.”

 

Kagome stopped, wide-eyed, moments before she was ready to hit him again. She fell to her hands and knees. He was right. She didn't even understand why. It just happened so fast, and she had responded and even participated in the end. She had barely tried to resist, nor had she said, “no.” Yet the damage was done: she was no longer a virgin.

 

“But the bed, this morning, no blood…” She whispered in denial.

 

“Cleaned.” His voice answered. She said nothing, just stared at he gravel of the roof beneath her knees. She felt him walk up to kneel beside her but she didn't move.

 

“I will say that I'm sorry for involving you.”

 

“Involving me with what?” She let a tear drop, hoping that she didn't see it.

 

“Never mind. I'll take you home.” He held her wrist and pulled her to a stand.

 

“Are you going to bite me again?”

 

He raised his brows, then smirked. A fang was visible in his devilish smile. With a quick pull, she suddenly found herself in his embrace, his burning body encasing her to him. He leaned into her shoulder, whispering into her neck, “Do you want me to?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh geez. I'm shaking in my chair! Guh! I'm sure you want to know a lot of things, but don't worry, you'll find out. It wouldn't be much of a story without suspense. I really hoped you enjoyed it. Technically, this would be the first chapter of the story, since the actual chapter before this was meant to be a one-shot. I'll update as soon as I can. I really hope that you liked it.