InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Vampire Angel ❯ the beginning ( Prologue )

My second fanfic. Hope it's better than the first.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, he belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. I don't own some ideas from the show Moonlight, the book Twilight, or the books Cirque Du Freak. This is the first and last time I will say this.

 

On with the story.

 

The Vampire Angel

The beginning: Prologue

 

this was the night. He was gonna die. He'd killed too many. Well not anymore, if I have something to say about it. I've been tracking him for weeks. Now is when I will end it. no more innocent people will die because of him.

 

I swooped down on my black and white wings. I see him. He's got a new kill. He's already started eating. Blood dripping down from his chin.

 

“hey, ugly!” I call. His head snaps up. This werewolf will not elude me this time. I fly down at top speed. At the last second I pull out my concealed sword. I plunge it through his chest. He lets out a shriek in agony, then slowly dies in a matter of minutes.

 

I look at his victim. It's to late for her. I dispose of both bodies, covering my tracks. I bring my wings back into my body then head home.

 

 

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it wasn't always like this. I used to be human, but that was years ago. Too far to remember. I died in 1903 of a high fever back then when they didn't have as effective medicine as they do now at the age of 18. I was brought back to life as an angel. I was said to rid the world of those who don't deserve to live by the deeds they've done. Whether they be human, demon, zombie, whatever. I dispose of all those who've done wrong. I accepted that life(if you call it a life, for it was eternal). I didn't age in appearance. I did as I was told for 42 years.

 

Then I messed up. I fell in love. He was irresistible and 22, so he appeared. Later on we got married. Everything seemed wonderful, but he never knew my secret. I also didn't know his until it was to late. My husband was a vampire. I hate him with every fiber of my being now. All because of what he made me. He turned me into a vampire, too. Although for me that was bad news.

 

You see, vampires are one of those things I need to rid the world of. It didn't help that I became one. I filed for a divorce. Deep down I still loved him just less. So you see why I couldn't kill him then. But now I want nothing more then for him to die by my hands. The only problem is, he's disappeared. I know I'll see him again and when I do he will die.

 

Now I do the same as what I did before I met him. The only difference is my thirst for blood that gets distracting sometimes. It's still my job to rid the world of evil. Even though I'm part evil myself. But I don't choose to act on it. I only want to act on the good in my life. And do what I was brought back for.

 

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I came home to my apartment. I live among humans. It's easier. My apartment is sort of big. The living room and kitchen are joined. Then you walk down the hall and there's the guest room, the bathroom, then my tracking room that no one can go in but myself. There's a balcony. I live on the top floor. It's best for when I take off to go hunting or tracking.

 

I keep up the appearance of a human home. Some of these things are unnecessary. Like my bed. I don't sleep, although I do use the bed to let off some steam. Or the food in my fridge. I don't eat either. I have some human visitors, so I need to be on my toes at all times.

 

My apartment is sort of neutral. The walls are gray. I couldn't really decide. My furniture is black. Not white, that would be a hassle to clean. Although the sheets I have are white. That's the façade I play for the humans and those who hide like myself.

 

I help people also, like a detective but I'm not with the force. Though everyone goes to me for the homicide and missing person cases. I help them with things no human could figure out. That's why I almost always find them. That's the life I've come to know.

 

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A/N and that's the beginning. Let's see how it unfurls. Until next time.