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Thu-thump.
Thu-thump.
Thu-thu-thump.
It was pounding through his head, the blood, thick and hazy. It was all he could hear… the slow, loud pounding of his heart… it obscured his mind, all his thoughts. He didn't want to think. He just wanted to sit here, inside his brain, listening to the heart, feeling the sickly sweet numb feeling pressing all around him, the feeling of blood.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
A new sound, mingling with the slow, steady heartbeat. He could feel it, dripping from his claws… Each droplet of crimson shone eerie and bright as they fell, joining the large dark colored pool at his feet. The pool rippled. What was this… feeling? It was like a drug, warm and pleasing. He peered thickly through the foggy haze, not sure what he wanted to se. Then, all of a sudden, a voice penetrated the near silence. It sounded far away, as though it was coming from a great distant.
"Inuyasha!"
What? A voice… a name… was that his name? He opened his gleaming ruby eyes into narrow slits. He could see her clearly now, very clear. A woman. A beautiful one. She was small and slender, with long waves of shimmering ebony cascading down her back. She had bright, deep dark eyes framed with long lashes. And her skin… it was so creamy and soft… he could see blood running through her veins…
"Inuyasha!" she was running towards him, calling out that name, her voice still faint.
Kill her. Kill her now.
Kill her? He sniffed the air. She was no threat… he could easily over power her. With that one intake of air however, he caught her scent. She smelled so sweet and innocent, intoxicating. Her blood would smell sweeter still. She would taste better than anything, delicious even.
She was still running towards him, her hair swinging behind her. She seemed to be getting no closer, hardly moving at all, despite the rapid way her creamy legs moved. She seemed to be running from a great distance indeed… Inuyasha thought slowly, sluggishly, comfortably. She spoke again. What was that? Something important. Her lips were moving, an earnest expression on her heart shaped face…
Why do you hesitate, Inuyasha? Kill her now!
Right. It was not important. Nothing was more important than himself. And that only meant blood. Blood was important. He wanted to feel that soft delicate white skin under his hands, feel it come apart under his claws, and have warm blood ooze between his fingers joining the puddle on the floor… he could see that graceful white swan's neck coming closer… it will feel so, so good to tear that flesh. She reached out her hand, stretching it towards him.
Yes, come closer foolish girl. He felt the muscles in his body tighten, his legs bend. He curled his claws inwards, feeling the old, now sticky blood on them. He held them out, the lethal weapons seeming to gleam. He had the most insane, crazy urges. To kill her. To drive himself through her.
A small part of him still wanted to know what she had said. A part of him, no matter how small, was telling him it was important. Something urgent, something he would want to know. No. How could that be? What could possibly, possibly more enjoyably, more important, than this drug? This feeling. Her end was coming, he would have her, have it. That heady, intoxicating aroma would be filling the air, stronger than before. Her creamy skin would be deliciously sliced, and he would taste her, love her.
Blood! Blood! Blood!