Alright this story has very mature situations, and I won't sugar coat them. So if you're underage, or you just don't like that kind of stuff… Like SEX for instance, then I suggest you stop reading because this story is not for you. It will be tasteful though with a storyline, so it's not just mindless fucking I assure you. You see Inuyasha|Kagome action in the second chapter, promise. ;)

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I do not own Inuyasha silly goose.

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Here's the full summary I promised;

Kagome Higurashi; a vampire. Inuyasha Tashio a hybrid. Shards of the Shikon Jewel scattered about the globe, and multiple clans at each other's throats for the collected shards. It is found out that the reason the vampire clan seem to have the most collected shards is because they have a special priestess on their side with special eyes—eyes that can see the jewel, and senses that can tell when a jewel is in range. Knowing this, Inuyasha leader of the Werewolf clan takes interest in her. He then abducts her and brings her back to his clan's mansion. She is to help him against her will to assure her friends are untouched. How will Kagome deal with being around this extremely physical being once he unexpectedly finds out that she is also a virgin? And what happens when a powerful, rogue demon begins collected the shards at an alarming rate? Will the werewolf clan and the vampire clan form a temporary alliance to keep such a powerful item out of such a dark monsters hands?

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The van was quiet, a lot quieter than usual. All I could hear was the tires humming against the asphalt in a low rhythmic counterpoint with the wheeze of the air conditioner as we cut through the dark night. Fitful beams from the moon danced along the surface of the murky black marsh. It created a sort of gloomy radiance; an illusion of brilliant imagery. When in retrospect it was only a smelly old swamp graced by the ivory reflection of the moon. The eeriness to either side of the van was fitting; after all we were on our way to a suicide mission, not that I care. I'm already dead.

I've actually been alive for well over a thousand years, but I'm as dead as the scattered bones in the cemetery. Most call my kind an abomination; we're neither alive nor are we dead. We're simply marionettes controlled by an anonymous puppet master—what a glorious way to live.

My hand touched the cold steel on my lap. I hadn't the chance to holster my gun since the last battle. In the hast of the moment I just set it down there. My chocolate brown irises regarded it for a moment. The intricate vintage design that coated the butt of the gun, and twined around the barrel—then there was the pretty old English initial K. Its twin had a similar design except it was pure white while its sister was ebony, the initial on this one was H. Kagome Higurashi… That's what the initials stand for. That's what they call me. Isn't it silly form to be called the name you died with? I personally think it should be altered at least a bit… That way I wouldn't have to bother with the constant requiem of my past every time my name is called.

A daunting chill ran down my back when a familiar face appeared in my mind. It was a young boy not yet out of middle school, and his face was bathed in blood. I shook my head whilst vigorously rubbing my arms to rid myself of the unease, as well as the familiar stranger that occupied my mind.

"Kagome, are you alright?" My best friend and comrade Sango Taijiya inquired. Just her soft, delicate voice was enough to soothe my tormented state of mind. I turned to her my brow creased and a dismissive smile on my pink lips. "You're not ok. You look pale. You should've stayed behind." She chided. Sango was beautiful, elegant—but not in a way that made her unapproachable. Her brown hair and pale complexion, not to mention her perfect physique and dazzling chestnut eyes… She was quite the commodity among us lowly vampires.

"I'm fine." I answered. It would be a long shot to convince her with my feeble feint, but the conviction in my eyes appeared to be keeping her worry at bay. "Besides shouldn't you be a little more worried Miroku?" I asked in an attempt to postpone my own interrogation. Sango turned to look over her shoulder to see said raven haired man slipping in and out of a slight somnolence. At the last stop he had suffered a bit of a concussion, so his fatigue was merely a symptom.

"I couldn't care less! Maybe this way he'll just do us a favor and drop dead." She replied, turning her nose up in the air. I tried my hardest not to let the building laughter escape my tightly sealed lips. "If he hadn't been so damn distracted with ass grabbing he wouldn't be in this predicament to begin with."

Ah, that was Miroku for you. Forever the womanizing lecher. He was actually quite attractive. If only he could keep his wandering hands in check, he wouldn't be getting hurt so often that way.

"Miroku, wake your lazy ass up. We're approaching the site." Kenji growled impatiently from the driver's seat. There was a bit of shuffling behind me so I assumed that was him stirring from his potentially lethal nap.

We were almost there and it was until that moment that I took the time to realize that our numbers had dwindled since the first confrontation with the enemy. It was six of us altogether, and that wasn't much… Not when going against a foe that great. Luckily for us though, we managed to knock out a bunch of those mongrels. They would be furious, but then again… so were we.

A sharp howl broke through the silence of the swamp. It was still a little ways off, but my shoulders tensed up enough that it was noticeable. The boy in front of me with the light brown hair and kind blue eyes smiled apprehensively at me. We were the same physical age, but he was much older than I. In all honesty I always found him sort of beautiful, but I never mustered up the courage to approach him… We've hardly ever had a chance to speak, and yet he protects me left and right. I smiled timidly back at him, a light blush warming my cheeks.

"I'll protect you." My blush deepened the moment his velvet words met my ears. I fell silent and all I could manage to do was nod my head, and fiddle with my fingers.

"Thanks Hojo." Sango said in my stead.

Why are you so nice to me, Hojo? I pondered to myself, it was times like this I wish I could read minds but contrary to popular belief those sorts of powers aren't given to vampires upon their turning.

I snuck a glance upward to my kind protector and to my utter mortification our eyes met. Has he been looking at me all this time? Before I could even compose myself enough smile through the embarrassment the van jerked to a stop. My body flung forward onto Hojo's lap. His hands immediately found my shoulders helping me to a standing position. There weren't any seats in the back, so we all were kind of scrambling around whenever we stopped abruptly.

Hojo kept a firm grip on my shoulders even after I had planted my feet firmly on the ground. My eyes scanned his face dubiously. Why go through all this trouble? Why risk your life, Hojo? I felt like a child being protected by an older sibling, it was almost… annoying. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy it to some extent, but now I felt as if he was insinuating that I was useless. "I'm fine now, Hojo." I stammered. Almost instantly his hands retracted, and he was rubbing the back of his head in the bashfully way he always did.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." He laughed.

I didn't comment because I didn't have time to. The Van was now teetering to the right. It was as if someone was on the side pushing with all their strength to knock us off the road. I looked through the cracked windshield when I caught a glimpse of something silver. What is that? There would be no chance to investigate, not when they were now tumbling off the road.

There was a large splash, followed by the uneasy creak from the van. We were vertical, almost like we were recreating the Titanic. "What the FUCK was that?" Kenji shouted, climbing out of the driver's seat. We were all too prepared and composed to scream when the van started sinking into the dense waters. I knelt down to swipe my gun that had evaded me in the chaos. I aimed it to the door handle, shooting it off and signaling for Sango to climb up and open it fully.

Sango was the most agile out of the entire group, for she was the eldest. She was the most apt to this lifestyle. Soon the door had been pried open, and the moonlight illuminated the darkness. "Who's out there?" I heard Miroku shout precariously before he leapt out, followed by the rest of us. My skin tight leather glistened in the quant moonlight. I drew my other gun holding it defensively in front of me.

There was a flash of crimson and silver and my eyes widened apprehensively. Hojo was immediately at my side. I rolled my eyes discreetly, and stood as tall as I possibly could. "Show yourself, vermin!" I shouted, the volume in my voice surprising even myself.

My eyes scanned the area frantically. I had always been scared of the unknown. If only it would've faded with my age, but I suppose it just makes me that much more alert. We weren't looking upward, at least I wasn't. I had ruled it out; werewolves weren't much of tree climbers. Still once I noticed myself neglecting to exercise every possible scenario, I craned my head upward. Nothing but the canopy, a full moon and a star infested sky.

"Kohaku!" Sango shouted, terror in her voice. I turned to look around for the child in question. My eyes grew wide once I realized that the place where he stood was now vacant. Sango's frenetic cries for her brother cutting through the foreboding silence. A sharp cry in response to Sango's feverish calls one that most certainly belonged to Kohaku.

"You parasites got some nerve showing your faces in these marshes." A harsh disembodied voice snarled. A tilted my nose upward to catch a trace of the scent of the wolf the voice belonged to. The voice definitely rang a bell which indicated that it was a foe I faced once upon a time. I tried to think back in an attempt to match the voice to the opponent, but it was a feeble effort—especially when I was so distracted.

A wild gust of wind whipped through my hair, carrying dirt and tearing branches from the trees above. Soon enough a whirlwind was surrounding us, and I couldn't make out anything beyond the wild tornado that trapped us in. With all the gusts and debris I could hardly keep my eyes open, let alone stand up right.

An arm wrapped around my waist keeping me on my feet—or at least that's what I thought. While my mind assumed that it was Hojo that caught my hindrance and extended a hand in my rescue… In actuality it was the enemy, snatching me away from my allies. I figured that out when I heard the mixture of Sango and Hojo's voices hysterically calling my name. I held my hand out to their outstretched ones, but before I knew it my assailant and I were being pulled out of the massive cyclone. In that instant I couldn't breathe, and was being pelted left and right. I hadn't the strength to lash out, or even try to escape.

"Get your filthy hands off of me mutt!" I demanded, finally finding the ambition to thrash against his grip. Once completely away from the erratic wind, my nostrils filled with the scent of wolves and unease settled in the pit of my stomach. There was more than one and I was alone. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Hojo! Sango! Somebody! My body was released only to be thrown into a brittle tree.

A sharp pain shot through my body before I doubled over. I composed myself in time to dodge a fist that would have struck me directly in the face, instead it hit the tree completely snapping it in two—of course it was already practically destroyed when I collided with it.

Luckily enough for me I only discarded one weapon in my moment of desperation. I clutched the steel with my finger on the trigger. My arm whipped around to aim at my kidnapper. "Back up." I spat venomously, blinking the dust out of my eyes. Once my chocolate orbs adjusted I could see the incredibly long silver hair, fine like silk. So that's what I was seeing. Lucky me, I'm not crazy. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why the werewolf clan had taken this sort of precaution, we were a real threat together… But alone; we were vulnerable.

I kept my hand steady and leveled on his forehead. Molten gold rested beneath a veil of silver, and I felt my dormant heart throb uncomfortably—like it had just been jumpstarted. I chalked it off to fear and furrowed my brows, taking a step forward. "Name yourself." I demanded, pressing the barrel between his eyes. He didn't seem at all fazed, and his composure was seriously starting to bug me. When he didn't answer immediately I jammed the gun harder against his skin.

"I'm Inuyasha Tashio, head of the clan you fucking leeches keep killing off. I ought to kill you where you stand as vengeance for my brethren, you would do the same…" He answered, a coldness plaguing his face and voice. "But you've no need for introductions. Everyone knows who you are. You're the one they can't afford to lose." Inuyasha said, a spark of amusement now melting away the frigidness. My eyes regarded him precariously, and I tried to hide the frisson that shook the gun in my hand. The last thing I needed was to find myself get caught off guard. I raised my other hand to help steady the gun, but Inuyasha had struck my arm in a way that forced me to release the weapon. I let out a sharp yelp and turned on my heels to try and catch it before it clattered to the ground.

He was too quick for me, and before I knew it I was being pinned against another tree. "What do you want from me?" I asked after I had my fill of struggling. He obviously over powered me, so what was the point of it? I would probably just hurt myself more in the process.

"I want your eyes." He answered, coiling his fingers around my frail neck. The eyes in question narrowed at my attacker while my breathing was forcibly stopped. It wasn't uncomfortable since breathing isn't entirely necessary. "Priestess." He addressed in a condescending tone. My jaw clenched and I attempted to swallow the lump in my throat, which was nearly impossible when my windpipes were in the process of being crushed.

"Judging by the brutality of this particular clan, I suppose you will just rip them from the sockets. Am I right?" I rasped once his grip loosened. A bit of laughter fell from his lips and I scowled at his wretched temperament. Stupid animal… I'll put you in a kennel!

"Get off her!" Hojo's voice ordered. There wasn't much power to his tone. I could never find him intimidating, he was too kind. I turned my gaze away from Inuyasha to Hojo who was being restrained by Kagura a dainty, but powerful temptress with an affinity for wind manipulation. There was a blur of color and then Sango appeared, her face cut up and her arms bound behind her back. Then Kohaku, Miroku, Kenji and finally Rin appeared—all badly wounded and captured.

"You're not in a position to be shouting orders, pretty boy." The wolf that restrained Hojo jeered.

"You have a choice here, Priestess… Either witness your friends die, or allow me the use of your keen eyes." He said. His ultimatum caused my eyes to dart back to him. Disbelief swam in my chocolate saucers. Was this really happening? I was in a situation; my friends seized by the enemy their lives resting on my shoulders. There was no arguing that I would pick the latter, but would my comrades allow me to? Not like they had any say in the matter…

"Why are you even considering this Kagome?" Hojo gaped. There was terror in his eyes, but it wasn't for his own well being but for mine. What was I supposed to do? Say no and have my whole clan slaughtered, they would probably take me with them by force regardless of my decision. Closing my eyes tightly I let reality set in. From this day forward I would be a pawn to the werewolf clan.

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AN: Slow chapter, I'm aware. But the next chapter it picks up.

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