InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ THE WAR OF BLOODY *LOVE ❯ blood share ( Chapter 13 )

THE WAR OF BLOODY *LOVE

CHAPTER 13: BLOOD SHARE

Kagome felt herself being moved from the car. She was about to shout and scream but thought better of it. It would make no difference anyway. And if she told him to let her go, he would surely drop her again. She had realized an occurring action between these men and Sango and herself. Every time they told one of them to do something, they did it; they actually listened.

But Kagome also noticed that it only worked for certain people. She and Inuyasha, Sango and Miroku. She noticed something was wrong when they first came into her house-when she orderd Inuyasha to leave, he actauuly listened. And when she told him to let her go, he did-more of, he dropped her on the foor. But the question was: Why did that happen and what caused it?

So when she felt the car door open, and a strong arm rest on her back, and reach up under her knees, she didnt struggle against it. She was too tired anyway. How could she-for a split second-have trusted him? When he was in her room, she didnt feel any fear, just for a second. And then he had to go and do this! To her, to Sango! What nerve. But her throat was already soar with the amount of screaming she did in the car.

Inuyasha was right. It was a long car ride. And her and sango screamed most of the way anyway, until they realized they wont be anywhere anytime soon. They just gave up and accepted their fates-whatever it was. And eventually, they drifted off to sleep.

With her eyes still closed, Kagome felt her body being carried away. She heard the car door slam shut, and then heard foot steps hitting the ground as they walked. She cracked open and eye and saw Inuyasha above her.

"Wha-what?" she said

Inuyasha glanced down at her but chose not to answer. She would have slapped him if her hand wasnt currently disfunctional. She turnrned her head slightly and saw Miroku carring a sleeping Sango in his arms. Her head rested gently against his chest.

"Where the hell you taking us?" Kagome asked Inuyasha quietly.

"Look for yourself," he answered. "Straight ahead." Kagome turned her head and saw they were aproaching a dark house, much similar to the one she was just abducted from, only smaller in size. The house, just as hers, was all black. Trees surrounded the house on both sides, giving a well needed shade in the summer. There were no lights on and the house, for some reason, looked scary. It reminded her of one of her Dracula movies. The house that the vampire himself lived in. Kagome glanced at Inuyasha still carrying her. Well, on that tiopic she wasn't far off.

They were approching a small short metal gate that surrounded the house. Beyound that was the driveway that held another black car in it. Must be Inuyasha's. Inuyasha stopped at the gate and let Kagome down. She stumbled a little bit but he caught her by the arm. She yanked her arm away, as if she was burned.

"I can help myself," she hissed. As Inuyasha opeend the gate and turned back to her she tried unsuccessfully to run away but was stopped. as he quickly picked her up once more in his arms and started walking to the steps leading into the house.

"Put me down," she hissed at him. He looked at her, ready to drop her, but then she quickly added, "Gently...put me down gently..."

He raised a black eyebrow at her. "What would be the fun in that?" then he tightened his grip on her body, but them let her go...gently. She tried to run agian but he caught her arm and held tight.

"Let me tell you something, girl," he said right in her face. "unless you want to die, I suggest you stop trying to run off all the time. Do you know why we took you and your screaming banshee friend over there? So we could protect you. But..." he pulled away and took a step away from her. "if you want to be caught, gutted and eaten alive, run away to your hearts consent."

"Piss off!" Kagome said.

"Sorry," he said, "I've already pissed enough for today." Then he started walking up the steps and opened the door and walked in. Kagome hesitated for a moment, but she didnt have much of a choice because Inuyasha's hand reached out and dragged her in the dark house. Kagome gave a small yelp but followed. A minute later Miroku walked in with Sango still asleep in his arms.

Kagome observerd her surroundings. Dark.

"We could use some light, you know," she said.

Inuyasha looked at her like she was crazy.

"Okay...we could have some lamps...at least," she mumbled.

Inuyasha switched on a lamp at her request. The lamp didnt light up much, but it was good enough. Kagome looked at her suroundings with much interest. Miroku layed Sango on a soft looking black sofa. The whole room was painted off white, and all of the items and furniture was expensive looking wood. They looked so old, like antiques. There was a small television set on a large table that looked like it was rarely used.

Kagome walked over and sat on the couch next to Sango and woke her up.

"Where the hell am I?" was the first thing out of Sango's mouth. Kagome glared at Inuyasha before she answered.

"We're at those bastard's house."

Sango sat up suddenly and looked at Miroku and Inuyasha. She sighed and then slumped back in the couch closing her eyes. She shook her head slightly.

"Sango?"

"I knew it..." she murmured.

"Knew what?" Kagome asked.

"I knew they would come back. Just had this feeling. God! I was hoping it didnt happen. Then that stupid idiot had to appear at my window and ruin a perfect night of sleep....I knew it."

"Well I didnt," Kagome said confidently.

"Yes...you did." Inuyasha said softly sitting on the other couch next to Miroku.

"You shut up!" Kagome ordered, knowing it would work, and smiled smugly when it did.

"We have no time for this," Miroku said standing up and heading for the door. "we have to go to the fight." Then he walked out the door not waiting for Inuyasha.

Inuyasha got up and went for the door.

"Where the hell are you going?" Kagome yelled. "Your going to leave us here by ourselves?"

"Yes," he said. "if you stay in the house they can't find you...but if you come out..." he left it at that as he walked out the door to go with Miroku.

Sango and Kagome sat in silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts.

"Whats going on here?" Kagome asked herself soflty, to no one in particular.

"Wish I knew, Kagome," Sango answered. "Wish I knew."

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The door busted open and a warm breeze blew into the house, instantly alarming Kagome and Sango who still lay on the couch talking. Inuyasha staggered into the room, his hand clutched to his chest. Kagome and Sango looked up alarmingly, taking in the sight of Inuyasha still staggering to enter the room with Miroku holding his shoulder to give him support.

Even at the door, Kagome and Sango could hear his harsh breathing, it was ragged and loud. He fell on the couch carelessly, between Kagome and Sango. His eyes were closed and his head was resting on the couch. He seemed to be out of the world, the way he just sat so still without moving an inch.

"What the hell happened?" Sango asked, sitting up and observing Inuyasha.

"Don't you see what happened?" Miroku asked.

Kagome saw it them. A stake poking out from his chest, wetting his leather jacket with blood from the wound. His hands went up to the stake and encircled it. He pulled at it, trying to get it out, but was stopped when a small noise of pain escaped his mouth. And Kagome saw why that was. His hands were smocking as he kept it in contact with the wooden stake. Kagome saw the smoke rise and disappear into the air. Just like when the light burned him at her house.

Kagome quickly smacked his hand away from the stake. "You trying to kill yourself?" she asked him quietly.

"What the hell is going on here?" Sango demanded. "I think I need to lie down. Now!"

Miroku was at her side in an instant, his hands draped over her shoulder pressing him to her, his friend's condition out the window.

"You know," he said, "I can help you find that room of yours…"

Sango stiffened when she felt a cool hand on her backside, slightly caressing it. Her face flamed red, her eyes narrowed and her breathing became just as ragged as Inuyasha's. She shrugged his shoulders off her and turned to him.

"You fucking son of a bitch! PERVERT!!" Then the palm of her hand met Miroku's cheek. Kagome didn't make a sound, just stared. Miroku's head whipped to the side with the sudden impact of her hand on him. Sango clenched her fist by her side; the fist she just slapped him with. She silently fumed as she stared daggers at him. If only looks could kill…

"Y-you slapped me…" Miroku said as his hand went up to touch his slightly burning cheek. "You actually did it."

"Hell yeah I did," Sango said. "And if you fucking touch me again…!"

Miroku held his hands up in the air as defense. "I will do nothing of the sort, I promise my dear Sango."

"Not your `dearest' Sango! Not your anything. Take me to my Goddamn room!"

Miroku had no choice but to comply with the command. So he led her down a hall to her room with a dreamy look on his face. Kagome turned back to stare at Inuyasha. "Does he always do that?" she asked the beat up man. He grunted in a way that made her believe he said "yes". Kagome's eyes darted back to the stake poking out of his chest. Inuyasha's hands were once again there, trying to pull it out. Once again, the smoke was rising.

Kagome slapped his hands away. "I'll do it." But Inuyasha didn't take his hands away. He continued to hiss in pain as he held it, trying to pull it out. "I said take your hand away from the damn stake!" Kagome said. He did. "Thank you."

"Okay, to get this out…" Kagome murmured to herself.

"He needs blood," Miroku said, coming back into the room.

"Where's Sango?" Kagome asked, making sure her friend was okay.

"In the first room to your right." Kagome narrowed her eyes at him but got to the subject at hand.

"So, he needs blood," she said.

"If he doesn't, he'll die. I need to get him some," Miroku said heading towards the door.

"Hey-wait a minute! You can't just leave your friend like this!"

"If I don't go, he'll die. I have to. You take care of him until I come back."

"With what?" Kagome asked looking around.

"Find something. I'll help bring him to his room." Then Miroku walked over and together, he and Kagome helped the hurt Inuyasha to his room. The room was very…interesting to Kagome. They laid him on his bed and very carefully, Miroku took off his jacket, leaving his shirt. Then he left. Kagome observed the room she was in.

It was a very fair size in space. The bed she was on was big and soft. The sheets were silk, she guessed and was dark red. Kagome found herself thinking she wouldn't mind sleeping in this bed. There wasn't much in the room really. Just two dressers that were black and a small chair in the corner that had a shirt draped across it.

Her attention was drawn back to Inuyasha when he grunted and shifted on the bed.

"Are you okay?" she asked, hoping to get an answer.

"Do I fucking look okay," he said in a low raspy voice.

"Why did your hand steam when you tried to pull it out?"

"Because it has poison in it." He answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Then how can I pull it out? I am not killing myself over you." She said.

"Poisonous to vampires, wench."

"Don't call me that you ass," Kagome said. "I'm the one helping you here."

Kagome wrapped her hand around the stake hesitantly. She felt a small tingle go up her arm and quickly pulled away. What was that? She put her hand around it again and didn't feel anything. She took a couple of deep breaths. Then she quickly took her hand away. She couldn't do this! She couldn't! Taking a blood-dripping stake from someone's body, it was too disgusting!

"Are you going to help or what? Instead of just standing there," Inuyasha broke in. His eyes were open a crack and were looking at her.

"Give me a second," Kagome muttered.

She once again put her hand around the stake, and this time she pulled. Inuyasha grunted and moved under the pain. Kagome continued to pull, feeling bad that this was just inflicting more pain on Inuyasha. But she continued to pull. She stopped after a while and took a deep breath. It didn't look like she had gotten far.

"It would be better if your shirt came off," she said, dipping her head slightly to cover the blush that rose on her cheeks. "We need to cut the shirt. You have a knife to do so?"

Inuyasha silently reached in his pocket with a little struggle, and gave her a small pocketknife. She took it out his hands, held it to his shirt, and began cutting from the neck, down to the very tip. It was a little hard because the knife was somewhat dull to cut a shirt, but it held fine. Kagome pushed the shirt aside and got a better gruesome look at the wound. Blood surrounded the wound and was on the stake that wasn't even in his chest. Blood was trickling down his chest to the head of his pants.

"This is bad…" Kagome muttered.

"Ya think." Inuyasha muttered. Kagome chose not to say anything.

She once again wrapped her hand around the stake and pulled with all of her strength, which wasn't much when she stopped to look at it. That damn stake was in there very tight. She held the stake again and was surprised when she felt Inuyasha's cool hand wrap around hers. She looked up at him with questioning eyes.

"I'll help," he said so softly Kagome barely heard him. "I'll help pull it out and you hold it…"

Kagome nodded and did as told. She did her best, she really tried. But she couldn't contain the feel of her face warming up with his touch. She noticed his hands weren't warm like hers, but not cold either. They were cool; just right to the touch. Her heart sped up…

"On the count of three," Kagome said. "One…two…three!" And together they pulled; Inuyasha's hand tightening around hers in pain and to accomplish the task. Little by little, the piece of wood lodged in Inuyasha's chest rose up until it was completely out. It hovered above the wound, dripping dark blood. Inuyasha's hand let go of hers and collapsed on the bed by his side. Kagome threw the wood on the floor carelessly behind her.

"It's out!" Kagome said in glee. "It's out Inuyasha! It's-" Kagome stopped and looked at Inuyasha. His chest was heaving in and out violently and his breathing was loud and strangled. "Inuyasha?!" the only response she heard was a muffled word of "blood."

"Miroku will be here soon okay?" she said, talking to him hoping it would keep him conscious. "So don't die. Or do anything else. You can breath but that's it!" she said to him. Kagome put a hand to his forehead and felt that it was burning up Hot! His skin was even paler than before, and his hair clung to his head with the sticky sweat that formed there.

His lips were a light shade of blue; no longer full of life and red. His chest still heaved in and out, as he tried to breath. "Inuyasha don't die. That's an order!" Kagome yelled. He didn't answer. She leaned over him and slowly put a hand to his cheek and caressed. That seemed to work because, slowly, he opened his eyes. They were dilated and glazed over. He looked at her; straight in the eye.

And for a second, it looked as if he was looking into her soul.

Then his eyes drifted close.

His chest slowed down and his breathing became, very, very low….

Kagome was in a panic. Where the fuck was Miroku?! Sango would be no help. There was nothing she could do about it. What was she going to do?!

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Kagome's POV

What am I supposed to do now? He looks so sick. I can't just let him die like that. There has to be something. Miroku said he needed blood. What is taking him so long? I'm sure finding a victim wouldn't take long, would it? He left about an hour ago. Doesn't he know his friend was about to die? It would seem quite nice to speed up the process a little bit.

I looked over at his face. He looked so helpless. So alone and cold. And stiff. I can't believe I touched his face! Why did I do that? But…

I reached over and touched his face again. I pulled my hand back quickly and pressed it against my chest. My body felt so strange. I couldn't really explain it…it was as if a great thunder storm went off in my body when he looked at me, touched me…and I liked that feeling that's there. But I don't want him to die. Not like this-not at all.

I will have to save him.

But I knew how and it scared me. I closed my eyes tight and took a deep breath. This bastard kidnapped me out my house, drove me 2 hours to his house, left me here, and came back with a damaged torso, in which I had to tend to. Just like before. But because of all of that, I was a good person, and I won't let him die. But after this-if he lived- he would have some major explaining to do.

I took another deep breath and opened my eyes. I looked at Inuyasha and muttered, "You better thank me for this later. You dumb vampire."

I gripped the knife I used to tear his shirt and held it against the skin, two inches above my wrist. Should I really do this? Should I save him? Yes. The answer was yes before I even did what I did. I wouldn't have thought I could do something like this. But I already did. And I was never going to be able to take it back. I didn't close my eyes this time. As quickly as I could, I pressed the knife against my skin and cut it. I took a quick intake of breath with the sharp quick pain.

It was only a small slash, but I made sure it was still big enough to let enough blood out. I didn't dare take my eyes away from what I was doing. I couldn't even if I tried to. My eyes were glued to it. Glued to the slash on my arm as I waited for the blood to surface to the open skin, overflow, and run down my wrist. When this happened, and the blood began to leak from my arm, I quickly put my cut to Inuyasha's parted lips and allowed the blood to flow into his mouth.

I looked at his face while I sat there, waiting for a change. His face was too beautiful. If I had ever laid eyes him on the street, I would have probably run away because he was too perfect to be real. He had to be some figment of my imagination. But as I sat there staring at him, letting my blood flow into his mouth, I knew he was real. But I started to get scared. What if my blood didn't work and he still died?

What would happen then? I took my wrist away from his mouth-just to see what would happen, and then Inuyasha did something. He started to growl low in his chest. I put my wrist back to his lips and he stopped. Then suddenly, I felt his tongue touch my skin-and I felt that thunder feeling again. I almost screamed with surprise. But I wasn't afraid. I knew I couldn't be afraid anymore from now on.

At least when he was like this.

Then his tongue touched me again, this time it stayed there as it licked up the blood. It was working!

"Inuyasha?" I said softly pulling away my hand.

His arm lashed out with quickening speed and brought my hand back to his lips, where he started to suck with vigor. His lips formed around my open wound and formed a sort of vacuum, sucking as much blood as he could into his mouth. His hand griped my arm so I couldn't pull away. I felt his long teeth lightly scrap along skin and I shivered.

"Inuyasha…" I moaned softly.

He slowed his sucking on my hand and then eventually let go completely. I took my hand away from his mouth. And we sat there in silence. Me just sitting there, and him with his eyes open.

Looking at me.