InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ THE WAR OF BLOODY *LOVE ❯ the life of a vampire ( Chapter 7 )

THE WAR OF BLOODY *LOVE

CHAPTER 7: THE LIFE OF A VAMPIRE

Sango pulled up into the driveway of the house. She turned the car off and took her keys out. She didn't move to get out the car. All the way home Kagome didn't say one word. Even when Sango tried to talk to her, all she did was nod and look out the window. This wasn't like her. She didn't know what happened at the party exactly, but she heard that Hojo was punched by this hot mystery man. Sango only came in time to see Hojo on the floor. And the next thing she knew, Kagome was walking out the door. So she followed her…

They sat in the dark car-Sango and Kagome. Neither saying a word. Sango couldn't take this anymore. Kagome was her best friend, why wasn't she taking to her.

"That's it Kagome!" Sango yelled into the dark car. "You better start talking or I'll beat it out of you. Literally." For a while, Sango didn't hear anything in the car. Just the steady breathing of herself and Kagome. Finally, she heard some shuffling and the light in the car turned on. Kagome turned it on. When it flashed on, the two girls were left staring at each other. Kagome sighed and sat back in the seat.

"What happened?" Sango urged again. "It takes a lot to get you not to talk."

"It's a long story…" Kagome said, closing her eyes.

"I'm willing to listen."

Kagome sat back up and took a deep breath. "Well," she began, "it all started when you ditched me with Hojo." Kagome shot Sango a deathly glare and Sango laughed nervously. "Anyway, we were talking-at least he was anyway. Did you know that his father is-?"

"Kagome! Stop avoiding the subject." Sango said.

"Fine. All right. So he was talking to me and I was halfway listening. I got so tired of hearing his voice-no joke, so I decided to use the `lame excuse'."

"Not the `lame excuse' Kagome, please not that. You could have used anything, but you chose that?"

"Yeah. Pathetic, huh? But I needed so desperately to get away from him. So I told him I need to look for you, because we have to stay together." Sango shook her head. "Then, I had to make my way across the room. Those people will really kill you! After that, I went to another room and started leaning against the wall. Then the next thing I knew, this guy creeps up on me and asks me to dance."

"A guy asked you to dance! Was he hot? Tell me you got his number! I can't believe you. You're a magnet for guys. Hojo and the mystery man. What was his name anyway?"

"Kouga. And, no. he wasn't hot… he was phenomenal! That was the best looking man I've ever seen in my life! He had these dark green eyes, that held me down. And his hair was long and…" she sighed; she didn't know what else to say. She leaned back in the car seat and sighed. She had a goofy smile on her face. Sango looked at her with a smile of her own.

"So, you really liked him, huh? That means he had to be hot. But what does he have to do with Hojo?" the smile on Kagome's face faded away as she recalled what happened.

"Well…Kouga and I started dancing. Then, when he was about to kiss me goodnight, Hojo came out of nowhere. I'm serious. One minute he's not there, the next minute I see him pushing through the crowd towards me and Kouga. Then, he and Kouga exchange a few words-"

"What kind of words did they exchange?" Kagome slightly blushed.

"Kouga said…he…he said he wanted to make me his woman!" Kagome buried her face in her hands as her face turned cherry red. She did her best to ignore Sango's hysterical laughter.

"His woman! Wow, Kagome. One night and you're already taken. Damn, you move fast!"

"Its not what you think, okay? He said it and that turned Hojo over the edge. He pushed him, and then punched him. Then…Kouga right hooked his ass all the way to the punch table! I couldn't believe it. He was so fucking strong. Amazing."

"Wow…" was all Sango could say. "But that's not all Kagome…is it?" Sango added quietly.

"When I was talking to Hojo, he confessed that he liked me. Just out and said it."

"He just said it-like that. That's so romantic!" Sango cooed.

"No! It's not romantic. He said all this gushy stuff. How he was weak for me and how he liked me ever since grade school. But I had to tell him. I couldn't lead him on. Even though it was so horrible and seemed to cruel. I had to tell him the truth! And worst of all, he knew already. Right when I was going to tell him, he finished it for me. He looked so sad Sango…! I feel…" Kagome cried. She kept it in for so long that she needed to let it out. She hadn't cried in so long. Not like this. Not since her parents had died years ago.

And now, she was crying because she felt so horrible about what she did to Hojo. Sango reached over in the car seat and wrapped an arm around Kagome.

"Its okay, Kagome," Sango said, slightly rocking back and forth in a soothing motion.

"No it's not okay!" Kagome shouted. "I hurt him. I don't like hurting people."

"Yes I know. But if you were to lead him on…you would have hurt him more. What you did was right." Kagome slowed her crying and began to sniffle. She pulled herself away from Sango and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and smiled. "Look at me," she said, "crying like a baby. Let us go in the house. I'm tired and getting cramps for being in here so long."

"You sure you're okay?" Sango asked. Kagome nodded, and together, they made their way into the house.

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This was it. This was another night that he was risking his life. He ran the Woods, feeling, once again, the exhilaration that it brings. Never once in the darkness did he trip over branches. Mainly because if you look straight up, on top of the trees the moon could be seen. Being locked up in that damn room underground made him glad to see it. It was so bright tonight. Or was it just him. He couldn't be sure. It looked slightly different tonight, like it was a sign.

He tore his eyes away from the moon and focused on the dark path ahead. If it wasn't for his eyes, he would have ran into countless amounts of trees. As he tore through the Woods, he felt his muscles tighten and loosen as he bent and stretched them to go further into the Woods. His lips were parted slightly, better sucking in the cool summer air. He felt it go down to his lungs and strike it and felt it come back up.

The exhilaration was growing. He felt it. It was coming up from his toes, slowly rising up. But tonight, he couldn't go any faster. Even though he was going so fast, he would look like a simple blur in the air, he was still weak. His veins burned with the new fresh wave of need, and soon he knew he wouldn't be able to control it. He swallowed and he slightly flinched because his throat was dry.

He loved the feel of the cool wind, whipping his long hair back into a tangle of black waves. His ears were already in work; making sure no enemies were approaching from behind or anywhere else. His nose was ready to pick up the slightest sent. He was ready. His body was too. Ready to lunge on any oncoming attacker and snap their neck in two.

His fangs were hurting now. They felt like someone poured acid on it and left them to burn out of his head. But he had to ignore the pain. He shot a quick glance at his companion running with him to the left. Miroku. He had to keep the pain and need from showing because of him. If he saw it…he didn't know what Miroku would do. Inuyasha could hear the rest of his men running silently behind him and Miroku.

They ran on. They ran on until Inuyasha recognized a piece of land that was in a clearing. He stopped. And so did his men. They stood in the clearing; the only thing that could be heard was the other men catching their breaths, Inuyasha more than others. His breath was coming faster that others. His stomach ached and his throat still burned.

Inuyasha turned and looked around in the darkness at his men. They were patiently waiting for him to give them orders. He could see them. Some were standing, others kneeling on the floor like there wasn't a care in the world. And there wasn't. If you were used to coming out here in the Woods. He looked at Miroku and that was a mistake. In the darkness, their eyes connected, and Inuyasha could see Miroku's eyes get wide.

In the next moment, Miroku had the front of Inuyasha's shirt in his hand. Inuyasha's face was right in his. "Let…me…go…" Inuyasha breathed out. Miroku began to shake Inuyasha, still holding his shirt. He even gave him a light punch to the jaw. Enough to hurt. Miroku looked at him in disgust. "You can't even fight me back. Can you?" he asked Inuyasha. He shook him again. "Can you," he demanded.

Inuyasha finally retrieved the front of his shirt back, and looked at Miroku. Damn, he found out.

"Look Miroku," Inuyasha hissed, keeping his voice lower than humanly possible, knowing Miroku will be able to hear. "I'm fine. I've been fine for 3 weeks now-"

"3 weeks!" Miroku grated out. "You haven't fed for 3 weeks! Are you crazy? Do you want to die?"

"I had animals. You know I hate to feed on humans."

"I do too. But I take it when I reach the limit. But you haven't. Go back to the camp. Now. Less you want to die." Miroku said.

"I won't. I'm best fighter out here-"

"And the weakest fighter. Looks like you are about to die."

"Listen, I didn't ask to be what I am," Inuyasha said truthfully. "I didn't ask to be a vampire."

There was silence between the two boys. Miroku cast a glance at the men around them, and found they were as much in the conversation as he was. "Listen. This is the life of a vampire. Take it. Or die. You take our pick."

Inuyasha began to speak, but stopped abruptly. He heard it. And he knew the rest of his men heard it too. Inuyasha turned to his men, and said in a low voice, but making sure everyone heard, "Set." As soon as those words were said, his men silently but instantly crouched behind every tree that was seen. Some lay flat on the floor, ready to attack and enemy that didn't suspect them.

Faint clicking noises could be heard, as the men set their guns, getting ready to shoot. Inuyasha and Miroku dashed off in different directions. Inuyasha quickly climbed a low tree branch, while Miroku dashed behind a huge maple tree. Every one held their breaths, and sat still, waiting for the enemy to draw nearer. Everyone's attention was on them. As soon as they passed the line that divided their territory of war, they will attack. And it will be a bloody war…

Inuyasha heard the enemy drawing closer. He slowly drew his right hand in the air, waiting for the right time to bring it down. A twig could be heard cracking not so far away. Then the steady slow breathing of the enemy upon them. They knew Inuyasha and his men were there-somewhere, waiting to kill them. And they were ready. Inuyasha put up one finger in the darkness, signaling his men to get ready.

The enemy got closer. He put up two fingers, telling them to get their guns ready.

The enemy was on them. Right there-a breath away. Inuyasha felt his veins burn with one last burn of need, before he quickly brought his hand down. His men attacked.

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Kagome came out of the heat of the hot water after her nice shower. She felt so good. The shower helped her feel as if she washed the pain away. Pain that she had caused, for Hojo. She didn't mean to hurt him. It was just that, Sango was right. She did need to tell him the truth, and she did. But it still hurt and she couldn't deny that. But she knew it was normal and that she would be feeling it for a while.

She put on her pajamas and sat in bed. She wasn't really in the mood for sleeping. But she knew if her head hit the pillow, she would sleep. But she couldn't. If she did her dreams would be plagued with what happened tonight. Sango was surely already fast asleep in her room down the hall. She slept like a ton of bricks. Nothing seemed to wake her up.

Kagome sighed. To occupy her self, she dug in one of her suitcases and took out a book. Her favorite book to be exact. It was the one she read when she was ten years old. The one that she loved with her life. It was the book called Wanted: Blood And Love. She didn't mind reading it again. It's been so long since she last opened it. It was in wonderful condition. All of her books were.

She snuggled down in her bed. The light blankets covering her feet alone. She leaned back against her pillows and began to read, the soft glow of the lamp be side her making her face glow.

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As soon as Inuyasha's men came into view, horror struck. The leader of the enemy pack saw them first. And he yelled, "Vaks! Vaks! Get them attack!" Inuyasha would get him later. He hated the leader. He would meet his match tonight. Every other night they fought, it was always cut short. But there was a night when they fought. And Inuyasha won.

Inuyasha was still perched on his tree branch, giving his men the orders as he watched below. "The left flank!" he yelled. "Behind you! Go! Attack now!" that is when Inuyasha jumped off and met the heat of the fight. He jumped down and was instantly attacked by the enemy. The werewolf. That was the enemy. It lunged it self at Inuyasha, but Inuyasha easily stepped aside and let it fly by. But the werewolf was quick even though he wasn't in his true form.

He jumped into the air, high above the trees. Inuyasha looked up into the night sky, watching him descend on him. But before the werewolf reached Inuyasha, he was attacked from behind. A hard blow hit the back of Inuyasha's head. For a second he stumbled. Unsure of what happened to him. But he quickly regained his composure. He turned quickly to dodge another blow from the werewolf behind him. He stumbled. He fell. He quickly stood up again.

The werewolf laughed. "What?" it said. "You tied or something. I though you were the great Inuyasha. The strongest out here. And here I am beating your ass to a pulp. Ha!" Inuyasha lunged at him. But no mater how fast the werewolf was, Inuyasha was faster. Inuyasha extended his fist back and slammed it into the werewolf's head. He went back flying to the ground.

Inuyasha, with his back turned, heard another attacker behind him. Before he could reach him, Inuyasha jumped high and did a back flip in the air. And he landed. Right on the surprised werewolf's shoulders. The werewolf growled and tried to get Inuyasha off by scratching him. But with one swift motion, Inuyasha had his two hands on either side of the werewolf's face, and quickly turned it to the left. A loud crack followed Inuyasha's motion. The werewolf went slack instantly. He was dead. Inuyasha broke his neck.

Before the werewolf hit the floor, Inuyasha jumped off. He was getting really tired. And it was happening to quickly. It was time for his guns. He glanced around and saw that his other men were still fighting with their hands as well. But it was time for guns. "Silver!" Inuyasha yelled. And instantly, all of his men brought their guns out, all of the werewolves went still for a moment. Then, the loud yell of their leader could be herd also. And it was, "wood!" And then…there was an eerie silence. The two enemies faced each other. Neither taking their eyes off of each other.

Then, "Fire!" there were so many gun shots it was unbearable for all of their ears. Werewolves and vampires both wanted to cover their ears against the sounds. Inuyasha watched as many of his men dropped to the ground and withered in pain. He ducked behind a tree and shot on a werewolf that was going to attack on of his men from behind. BLIP! The gun went. The enemy went down.

Inuyasha ran from behind the tree and began shooting blindly into a large group of werewolves that were coming down from over the hill. .BLIP! BLIP! BLIP! There were too much. The vampires were outnumbered. No matter how much he fired and how much went down, they just kept coming. They wouldn't stop. For a second, Inuyasha wondered if all of his men would die. But he quickly put that idea away.

Then, all of a sudden, Inuyasha was on the floor laying on his stomach. He quickly turned to his back and looked up at the werewolf that had knocked him down. Kouga. The leader of the wolf pack."Bastard!" Inuyasha sneered. He put his gun up to shoot, but the werewolf easily knocked it away. The wolf picked Inuyasha up by the shirt and punched him square in the jaw. Inuyasha could feel the blood trickle down his chin.

To defend himself, Inuyasha tried to punch his attacker, but the enemy simply dodged it, still holding on to him. The werewolf grabbed Inuyasha and raised him above his head. He spun around and around, making Inuyasha dizzy, then he slammed him to the floor. Inuyasha hit the ground with a sickening thud. He felt done now. Finished. But he had to use some energy to move or he would die.

He felt a sharp pain in his side and realized that Kouga had kicked him in the side. But he didn't scream. He fiddled with his zipper on his shirt, trying to opened it to get access to his guns underneath. But when another shock of pain went through his side, his hand went limp and rested on his chest. Kouga laughed and stomped his foot in Inuyasha's face. Again and again. The ground around Inuyasha was soaked now. Soaked with his blood that was running down his face and his chest.

Then, the Kouga was gone. He over Inuyasha, then he wasn't. He heard the faint sound of scuffling nearby. But he thought it was somebody else. After all, there had to be about one hundred people total out in the Woods. Inuyasha turned his neck and ignored the pain. About 15 feet away from where he was laying, was Miroku fighting Kouga, who was recently fighting Inuyasha. Currently, or at least what it looked like to Inuyasha, Miroku wasn't doing so good. The werewolf Kouga was on top of him, punching the night out of him.

Get your gun out, idiot, Inuyasha thought. Get your gun out now! But when Inuyasha looked at Miroku's hand, he saw that they were being pressed down by the Kouga's knees. He couldn't get his gun, and he couldn't even attack with his hands. Inuyasha watched as Kouga punched Miroku in the face the head, the chest. Miroku tried desperately to get him off with his legs, but it was no use. Inuyasha suddenly remembered that Miroku said that he had fed on humans when he reached his limit.

But exactly how much blood did Miroku take from the human? Was it so little that he couldn't even kill that weak werewolf? He should have been able to snap that guys head by now. But he was like Inuyasha. But Inuyasha was much worst. He looked around, still lying on the floor. He saw dozens of them fighting. Exchanging horrible blows. Oh, how I hate this, Inuyasha thought.

He didn't have to look to know there were dead bodies-everywhere. He could smell them. He was quite surprised that he could see the dust of some of his men, floating in the night air after they were killed. And he was more surprised to see that the werewolves were taking their dead away, if they could. The smell of blood overran Inuyasha's senses. He had to struggle to stay focused. Miroku, help him, Inuyasha thought as he looked around at his men fighting. Help him. He's going to die if you don't. But none came. It wasn't like they could hear him anyway. They weren't mind readers. He was going to have to save him.

Inuyasha looked over at Miroku again. He was unconscious now. Inuyasha saw that if he didn't act fast, Miroku would be killed. The werewolf Kouga was loading his gun with the sharp wooden bullets. One hit with that in a vital area, and Miroku was dead. In one swift moment- beautiful is the only way to describe it, Inuyasha was up and behind the werewolf with his gun loaded and ready. Beautiful.

The werewolf went still when he knew Inuyasha was behind him. He growled. Inuyasha growled back.

"If you shoot," the Kouga said, "I'll shoot him." That's when Inuyasha realized he had the gun to Miroku's head.

"Fine," Inuyasha said. "But lower your gun, and I'll lower mine." The wolf turned to face Inuyasha, his gun still pressed against Miroku's head. Even though he was facing Inuyasha, Inuyasha still knew he would pull that trigger without hesitation.

"What do you want?" Inuyasha asked Kouga.

"I want to kick your ass. Then, I want to bath in your blood," he replied. Inuyasha was heaving heavily now. He was badly hurt and even he couldn't ignore the pain. That burst of swiftness took up all of his strength. He was burned out. And Kouga knew it. He smiled.

"Oh, puppy," Kouga said. "I see you haven't been feeding right. It will be much faster to-" Inuyasha didn't even see it. And he hated himself for it. Kouga was now behind him, and he could feel the gun being pressed against the back of his head. Inuyasha turned around slowly and faced Kouga, only to be met with a punch in his face. Inuyasha felt a small sting, and then he was on the ground.

"I hate you," Kouga spat. "You couldn't even have the pride to come and fight me your strongest." Inuyasha lay there, on the floor, as Kouga berated him. Inuyasha could here screams and yells. He didn't even know why he helped Miroku. He wasn't suppose to. It was the rule. And everyone had to follow the rule. But Miroku was his best friend, if he ever admitted it. And he couldn't just stay there and let him die. No.

Inuyasha opened his eyes to see that Kouga stopped beating him for a second. Inuyasha's mouth was filled with blood, and his sight was blurry. Next to Kouga he could see another wolf. Anger swelled inside Inuyasha when he saw him. The two were conversing about something, but he couldn't hear because his head was too busy splitting in two. The only thing he caught was, "…Lord Claw…yes, leave now…needs us…"

Lord Claw? Who the fuck was that? Must be there leader. The other wolf walked away from Kouga. Kouga turned to the pitiful Inuyasha. He kneeled over him and smirked. "I wont kill you tonight, Inuyasha. I'll let you live." Kouga gave a short evil laugh. "For now. But until then…" he stood up and took out a long wooded stake from his pocket. "I think I should leave my mark. Don't want you forgetting we have something to finish." Then, in one swift movement, Kouga plunged the stake into Inuyasha's shoulder.

Inuyasha let out something that was never meant to be heard. It was awful. Terrible. Filled with pain, but most of all, broken pride… it was a scream. A scream of pain…form Inuyasha. He screamed with pain-of the wooded piercing his flesh, driving in deeper to his insides. The sky claimed his voice; drinking it up like it was sweet blood. The trees swayed with the noise, trying to find what was making that awful sound. This was his first time. And it was his last. The scream stopped when his throat was burning with pain.

The werewolf Kouga continued to torture and beat Inuyasha. He didn't even feel the pain anymore. His whole body was numb. The only thing he felt was how his body would jerk with each violent plunge of the wooded stake. His head was floating away from his body. His eyes were already shut. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew Miroku was still there, lying unconscious. But he pushed it away.

The only thing he could think was, Damn, what a way to die…

Then he let the darkness take over. And as a surprise, the darkness felt good. It felt like he could let go, as if he would be able to live normal now. But still, somewhere in his head, the words kept booming inside his skull…and he felt sad for hearing it before he let go.

Was this how the life of a vampire was supposedto be…?

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So…what did you think? Chapter 7 is all good and done. But this one took me about 3 days to finish. It's a bit longer than the others are. Please read and review my story. Thanks.