A/N: Parts of this story are pulled from my old story "Red Gaze". Red Gaze was written years ago and I only wrote the prologue. I've decided to revisit it, renew it, and redo it! :) The idea came to me and I just needed to write it. I know this is short but it is only the prologue. I promise to not leave this one hanging like my old story. Please enjoy!
The large bear demon that had caused it all lay in pieces scattered all over the place. His head was severed from his body. His eyes were permanently stuck open staring at his opponent. The smell of blood hung thick in the air. The heat from the sun glared down from the sky making the air waver every few seconds. A rusty sword stood discarded in the mud yards away from the battlefield.
In the midst of it all was a red clad demon. His long claws coated with a deep red paint. Blood from the demon and that that had seeped from his own wounds stained his clothing. His chest heaved with every breath he took. His muscles tensed at every noise, every scent. Purple streaks lined his face. Large fangs protruded from his open mouth. He stared down at his dismantled prey through red engulfed eyes.
A girl stood no more than a few metres in front of him. She had her hand held up to her chest as she breathed heavily, her gaze never leaving that of the demon before her. The sleeves of her shirt had been rolled up and her hair had been pushed back. Her skin was soaked with sweat.
Her comrades lay injured on the ground. The monk and demon exterminator had been injured during the battle. The kit hid shivered behind a nearby tree, looking out every so often to see how his friends were doing.
The demon raised his arms and flexed his claws, his eyes flashing towards the girl. He smiled sadistically when the young girl took a step back instinctively.
"Inuyasha…" the girl whispered. What was in front of her wasn't Inuyasha. He wasn't her hanyou. Inuyasha was lost. What stood before her was a beast. She tried to gulp but couldn't get past the growing lump in her throat.
He gave a harsh laugh before charging towards her. She brought her arms up to cover her face reflexively.
"No!" she screamed. She felt strong arms grab her around the waist. The smell of blood was stronger than ever. She kept her eyes closed tightly. Her stomach became woozy as she was lifted into the air. The arms never loosened their grip.
She heard her name called weakly from the ground where she once stood. She was too afraid to open her eyes.