InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The dance of a vampire ❯ The Prisoner? ( Chapter 2 )

The Prisoner?

 

“WHY AM I HERE? WHY WON'T YOU LET ME GO HOME?” his voice echoed loudly off the walls of the chamber but the figure his anger was directed at was un phased continuing to look blankly at him. “WHO ARE YOU? WHAT HAPPENED TO THE OTHERS?” the young boy whose anger was so evident soon collapsed into a heap on the floor his long silver hair creating a curtain seeming to hide him from the woman that stood on the other side of the room with her mask of indifference on, her mask of silver and gold. Oh how he loathed that mask. To be taken prisoner and to know that the woman that stood before you was the woman that was the cause of all your peoples suffering and not even be able to see her face infuriated him to no end.

 

“Are you finished throwing your little tantrum now?” the masked woman spoke softly approaching

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Anger once again giving him strength the silver haired man swung out at the woman trying to attack but instead just ended up causing himself more pain when he again collapsed onto the floor. He turned his hate filled gaze upward into her face hoping somehow to penetrate the precious metal mask and see into her very soul.

 

The woman then crouched near his head and reached out with her elegant hand to gently touch the cut on his forehead. “We must get you cleaned up or you surely will not even last the night,” the woman spoke with a soft tone of indifference that yet seemed to give off an area of concern and comfort.

 

The man flinched away and swatted at her hand. “I don't need any help from you or your kind,” he spat as he tried to move away from her touch.

 

“I see,” the masked woman stated standing up and gently waved her hand. With the motion of her hand she summoned a young maiden that seem to appear from the very shadows themselves. The masked woman turned to face the maiden and addressed her, “This is the son of the human leader. He is badly injured. You are now in charge of his care and will make sure he receives the best treatment during his stay here.”

 

The maiden curtsied, “Of course my lady.” The masked woman then turned and disappeared into the shadows. The young maiden slowly came towards the man and reached forward to wipe his hair and some blood from his face. The man tried to shy away from her touch but had little strength to even open his eyes.

 

“shh, it's okay I will have you cleaned up and feeling better in no time,” the young maiden said as she looked him over. “I am truly sorry for what they must have put you through.”

 

The young man watched her through out her ministrations with questioning eyes, “You're not one of them?” Stunned the girl just looked on confused. “You have no fangs,” the man stated looking intently into her eyes, “nor are your eyes red with bloodlust.”

 

The girl smiled softly, “of course my eyes aren't red silly vampires eyes only turn red when they are in bloodlust and no they do not walk around in a continuous state of bloodlust. As to the situation of me not having fangs, well that is to say I am not one of them.”

 

The mans eyes narrowed, “they keep you prisoner then?”

 

The girl laughed, “Never. I can leave whenever I wish.”

 

“Then why is it that you are still here?” the man questioned raising a brow.

 

The girl laughed softly and took out a handkerchief to whip his face, “I have my reasons for staying. Now we really must be going down to business. I can not have you dieing from blood lose while we chat.”