Finally Free
I'll do my disclaimer first; I do not and never have claimed to own yu yu hakusho or any of the characters, etc. etc. so anyway. This is a story about what would happen after certain people are let off the hook, I'll recap at the end cause some of my friends were confused at the end. I even confused myself. This was supposed to be an original piece, but at the last minute I put him in. you'll get it… whatever. On with the story!
"So you're back?" She didn't turn around, her back to the open doorway, facing the window. She had her hair pulled off the side, over her shoulder.
"No. Not back. I never left." Still standing in the doorway, he watched her, saw her breath quicken.
"Why? Don't you ever leave? Why do you stay?" He knew she was secretly pleased at the attention. He knew her body signals well enough to read that. "What keeps you chained here?" He frowned. She knew better than to ask that. Did she want to stop it here?
"Do not walk that path. You will know when the time comes." Crossing the room he changed to nicer subjects. "Do I bore you?" You have but to say the word, you can be rid of me." She snorted, a harsh sound to his delicate senses.
"I'm not a fool. Do you think I don't know? Here, what would come if I hadn't your protection?" She paused, abashed at her own outburst. "No. Though every second with you is a danger to me, I will not lose you."
"You mean you will not lose the darkness." He sweeps her hair away, eyes focused on the sweet curve of her neck. "That is what calls you, is it not?" For a moment she seems at a loss, fumbling. She turns, and those eyes, the ones that first enchanted him, slowly look up. Her mouth opens slightly, tipping a dimpled chin up. Her neck, ah, there his eyes again pause, hungrily. The slightest dip, collarbones, a slight swell, the ruffles of her modest dress. She knew he would come. She always seemed to know. He turns her around again, and eases onto the window seat behind her. The time has come. His long fingers trace her jawbone, down the side of her neck, with agonizing slowness. She speaks again.
"Why do you allow me to live?"
no answer…he inches forward.
"Why does this voice tell me to run when you come near. Tell me, why do I measure every word against my life around you?"
Again, he fails to answer. He aches for that moment.
She tries to turn around again, but he puts out a hand and she stays still. She's beginning to get angry now. It's always better when they are angry he thinks.
"Tell me, answer me. Who are you that my heart throbs and my breath gets faster but I feel as if I'm next to death in hell? Why-?"
he is leaning closer, can feel the nerves quiver, muscles tighten. His mouth opens, he tastes skin, can feel blood pumping. As he puts pressure on her neck, slowly and firmly, she asks one more question, in her own mind. He hears it anyway. It will be answered soon.
"Why?"
After being a good boy, one of the heroes, for so long, he savors the taste of the blood as her skin gives under the pressure of his teeth. He hadn't tasted blood in so long, he had almost forgotten the liquid silk taste of it. A word bubbles to the surface of her mind, long forgotten, and as she whispers it his laugh chills her already cooling body.
"Vardoulacha," He pulls back as she dies, wipes his mouth on one black sleeve, and laughs again.
"No, but close. Not a vampire, but another kind of demon." As Hiei saunters out he considers his next victim. Maybe if she had seen his face, even once? Oh well. His next victim is chosen, and when Keiko dies, he thinks, he'll finally get his fight with Yusuke.
And he can't lose.
Well there it is. If you're confused, join the club. I don't know where he came from, but it just suddenly seemed right to put him in there. There is another chapter on the way, and it's not as… um … dark. Or racy. Sorry if you don't like that. Send reviews, please, and I don't care if they're flames. Just not too many. I can't stand too much heat I just need enough for a small bonfire. That should do. Thanks!