InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sleep Paralysis ❯ If It Would Consume Her ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/n: Original post- Mar 11, 2006.

Warning: Rape


 
 
Inuyasha stared down at her deep, twilight filled depths that sparkled like diamonds-just as hard and just as cold- as crystalline tears spent down her thin cheeks. She looked weary and worn…she was a fallen angel, her wings ripped off and left on the mortal plane to suffer without God.

Nothing consumed her but pain.

…he wanted to change that for her.

Right now.

Lifting a single hand, hesitantly, his fingers made their way to her face… trembling ever so slightly… to brush along the taunt apples of her cheek to draw her physical suffering away from her face. Her breath hitched in her throat at the contact, her eyebrows drawing further together at the motion of his concern. It was his acceptance, and it was possibly her last hope in venturing for normalcy.

He was her last life line.

To bring me back from the dead… Bring me back from the brink of my end.

Kagome felt her lip quivering, staring up at him with bright eyes as he quite suddenly pulled her up by her wrist. She gasped and very nearly protested, but he had dropped cash on the table and was striding out the door, her hand firmly in his grasp, leading her about before she had time to open her mouth. He opened the passenger side door of his old car, helping her in, and shut it quickly behind her as she settled in place. He even went so far as to help her strap herself in after he had rounded the front hood and let himself inside as well. He started up the engine, revving it once, and pulled out of the parking lot with her.

She sat there, nearly in shock at the sudden change in environment. She was on the verge of emotional breakdown-years of mind-numbing pain, humiliation, and outright negligence riding on the edge of her mind… it crashed against her mental barriers, threatening to tear down her very carefully placed walls… and a couple of visits with a boy she once deeply cared for that stirred only rememberence within her caused her to question.

Wasn't she more disciplined than this? Hadn't she had enough abandonment? Didn't she know better?

If I only used to care, I wouldn't be having these problems.

Kagome nearly grinned despite herself, ironic frustration at the fact… despite her denial, she couldn't even outright lie to herself. She chanced a sidelong glance at Inuyasha… His face was dead solemn, his eyes fixed on the road. Both hands gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. Biting her lip to keep the emotional tide in, she looked forward, willing herself to not cry, but the damage was done. She was falling apart at the seams.

The ride was spent in silence, as they made their way to his house. He parked and proceeded to help her unbuckle gently. Then he rounded the old Corolla he had, yanking open the side door to help her as well. Kicking the passenger door shut with his foot, he led Kagome to his front door only to fumble with his keys to unlock it.

It was a simple house he lived in, nothing fancy, rather quiet and homey while settled in a quiet neighborhood. He cursed quietly under his breath, accomplishing his fumbling with one hand since the other seemed to refuse leaving her own. Kagome stared down at it incredulously, hardly able to comprehend they had gone from bloodbathing each other to being as intimate as they were.

Like we used to be...

The thought caused her to choke up, fumbling on the emotion that overwhelmed her.

As he finally found his house key, and smirked quietly in victory as he unlocked the door, he strode inside to once again kick another door closed behind him. His elder brother, Sesshomaru, sat on the couch with reading glasses perched on the edge of his nose. He held open a thick book, reading carefully as he didn't even bother to regard his brother while Inuyasha attempted to escape upstairs.

“Who is that?”

Inuyasha stopped dead in his tracks, glaring at his older brother for brown nosing. “None of your business.”

Sesshomaru sighed regally, closing his book quietly and removing his glasses to look up at Kagome. A flash of gold died down before Kagome could react, and he stood stiffly to make his way over. Long black hair spilled over his shoulder, dark black eyes colored darkly as the deepest depths of the ocean were trained upon her own. “I am Sesshomaru, though I have the vaguest feeling I have met you before.”

Shifting from one foot to another uncomfortably, the emotions still riding on the edge of her mind like a wild stallion threatening to break free didn't leave her attention. She averted her gaze while she answered.

“K-Kagome.”

He tilted his head in speculation, calculating, bending down to be at eye level with her considering the fact he was over a head taller than her. Upon recognition, his eyes widened, “I remember you…”

Inuyasha chose that moment to cut in, “Yes, yes! Now if you please, we have something rather important to discuss.” He grinded his teeth with false politeness, yet still manage to get through his impatience decently as he all but dragged Kagome upstairs into his room with his door shut and locked from prying intruders, namely his brother.

As soon as that was done, he whirled around with a desperate look in his eye. The same one that always broke Kagome's heart…

“Please, Kagome… I'm so sorry, I'm sorry. I…”

He barely had time to finish as Kagome threw her arms around his waist, sobbing loudly as the torrent broke free from her mind.

She spoke incomprehensibly, babbling, as words did no justice to how she was feeling.

...and Inuyasha led her to the bed where he proceeded to lay down with her. Spooning her gently, he held her tightly as she cried herself hysterically into a fitful sleep…


Kagome opened her eyes to stare at red ones, a face grinning like a Cheshire cat at her. Eye level, his body was upside-down and twisted backwards impossibly. Kagome opened her mouth to wordlessly cry out, but no sound came forth. It never came forth. Never. She tried to step back, but her feet felt glued to the spot.

Her helplessness made that evil smile all the wider.

He did nothing but smile that stupid, familiar, devious smile, and breathe on her. She breathed back, but hers came out in ragged pants that were bordering on panicked. Scratch that, they were downright terrorized.  His face was no more than two inches from her own, and she shuddered in sheer disgust as an abnormally long tongue slithered out to lick the side of her face.
 
He corrected himself, his eyes never leaving hers.

Kagome braced herself… she knew what was coming.

The long, wavy, dark brown hair surrounded her like a spider's web and she was tangled, with no escape.

She could never escape him.

He was her personal hell.

She was sure that is why he addressed himself as 'Naraku'.

He thrust her up against something, a solid nothing in the blackness of this void, claws digging deeply into her neck as he ripped off her clothes. She tried to cry out, again heedlessly, again wordlessly. Again silent. Nothing to relieve her pain, nothing to voice her torment.

Tears ran down her cheeks…

Shame.

Absolute shame.

She was weak, and damaged by it. She couldn't stop it. She had no more pride.

She was his broken pet.

It had gone on for years.

She was done, and she had long ago given in.

And he made sure she couldn't hide herself away in her own mind. The unexpected pains were always there for that. He raked his claws down her side, digging his fangs into her throat to drink her life essence. The blood poured into his mouth as his eyes rolled into the back of his head in ectascy, lapping the wound he had created like a wine connoisseur tasting the most delictable of flavors. She felt herself weakening, leaning into his grasp unwanted, yet unable to hold herself up. She'd rather die that willingly let herself be in his wicked embrace, yet... yet consciousness was leaving her, faint from the blood loss, the world fading into itself...
 
He plunged himself deep within her suddenly, ripping her delicate entrance open and making her squirm and writhe. Her posture begged for pity, begged for him to relent… but her pained faces only drove him on to devour her in a bloodlust and rip her open to shreds. The rigid muscles of her back screamed in agony, and she sobbed mercilessly into the chest that pinned her to the floor and took her against her wishes.


Inuyasha grabbed her, held her as she cried out for him to stop. “Stop what?! Kagome, what are you talking about?!” Her eyes were wide open, and she looked about wildly, fear molding her features into one of pure horror… but still, she did not respond to Inuyasha's voice.

She was stiff in his arms, crying out loudly as if in pain.

“Kagome, what's wrong?! Talk to me! Kagome!”

He shook her gently again, and she slumped in his arms… her cries fading now… her breathing coming in short whimpers as she shut her eyes tightly as if to block out something.

Inuyasha had a good, disgusting guess as to what that something was.

Banging came at Inuyasha's door as his brother growled out, “What's going on? Inuyasha!”

Inuyasha's head whipped in the direction of the door, panic consuming him as he tried to figure out the most likely lie he could conjure up as Kagome quaked in his arms, pushing against him in a desperate attempt to get away from his iron hold on her.

“She's… having a nightmare! Sesshomaru, she'll be fine now!”

After a moment of silence, he knew Sesshomaru was satisfied enough with his answer for he said, “Fine,” and walked away quietly. As the heavy footsteps proceeded down the stairs, Inuyasha let out a solid breath of relief and looked down at the now placid Kagome. She was staring out with glazed, unseeing eyes, her body limp and pale in his grasp.

Inuyasha was nearly calmed… until he saw a pool of blood gathering his sheets. He tensed up again, and looked down, and realized… The leaking was pooling from underneath her uniform skirt.

...it was coming from her pelvis.

He face melted into one of hatred as he pulled her unresponsive body further into his tighten grasp, his breaths coming out short and hallow as rage blinded him with the truth.

He knew exactly who had done this to her.

...And he loathed that demon with his entire entity.

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