DEMON SPAWN
A/N: Everyone likes to pair older Rin with Sesshomaru or Kohaku, and I got another idea in mind for a ship.
Her arm was starting to lose feeling, she realized, as she tried in earnest to clot the bleeding going down her wrist with one cold palm held tight against the open wound. She leaned her weight against the mountainside, and held back the impulse to suck her teeth as rocks dug into the sore part of her spine. She doesn't remember where she was, her memory was spotty at best, and she doesn't even recall how she got where she was.
She remembers falling.
She remembers the ground collapsing beneath her and she remembers her head hitting something hard and alive.
That explains the demon then, she thought sourly, starting to piece the clues together.
"Come out human, I'm hungry." The voices echoed out of a single being, on large crimson limbs, following her scent to the hidden corner she was situated behind.
She quirked her eyebrow, only half-way amused, if it were not for her state of distress. She felt her stomach flip in on itself and she knew the dizziness was going to result in some vomit pretty soon. She analyzed her choices and felt the faint reminder of her time growing short with each pulsating step that the creature took towards her.
She couldn't run. She'd black out from blood loss and exertion before she got a mile down the hillside, and even then, her blacking out and fainting was the pleasant way to go out. More than likely, the demon would snatch her and rip her apart feasting on her insides the second she had her back turned to him.
And if she couldn't run, and she couldn't climb…
"I'm going to give you 5 seconds to reevaluate your options and walk away before I kill you." She said evenly, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
The demon hesitated, then a booming roar of laughter shook the earth.
As if on instinct, she freed her hand from the bleeding arm and reassuringly fingered the blades that lay fitted against her calf.
"5…"
Closer now, the stench of the demon's unbearable breath dribbled into her surrounding area.
"4…"
"Human, you will be a delightful snack, I haven't had entertainment and dinner in a verylong time."
"3…"
A large slender hand with curved dark red claws extended to her and wrapped around her ribcage tightly, she made sure to keep her wounded left arm clung towards her body to staunch the bleeding again, while keeping the other grasped tightly at the weapons on her right.
She forced out between clenched teeth, "2…"
A pair of red slit eyes peered at her, the jaws of the demon falling open to reveal lines and rows of jagged black teeth.
"1…"
"Human, are you scared? Are you ready to die?" The demon's echoing multitude of voices slithered into her ears like poisonous insects.
She glared then, her patience running thin.
She is wilderness, she is the wasteland. She smells of blood and pine and sweat.
She is no human.
"My name is Rin," She closed her eyes, wrapped her fingers tightly against the spiritual blade, "I have already died twice before-" A warrior's cry ripped from her lips and just before she was to be extinguished, a glowing neon blue enveloped her, purifying the demon's hand and combusting his enormous body one bit after bit. Before the demon could have even realized it, before he could shriek out in agony, and as she fell to the ground, she bellowed at him-
"And I am not afraid of you!"
A/N: Obviously she's not a little girl anymore.