Author Note:

Hello readers,

I hope you have all been well.

I do apologize for my absence and it is very easy to blame life and all that.

But I am going to be working on this story daily, until I get it finished.

I have taken into consideration all of the reviews left by your faithful readers...

You have absolutely no idea how much they mean to me... Even the creative criticisms.

You all would have noticed that I am completely reposting all of the chapters.

You will also notice that I have been working on them all - fixing errors, as well as adding onto the story...

You can see it as a 2.0, if you will.

Please let me know what you think :)


CHAPTER 1

Hello There

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"Hello there", her voice was soft, barely a whisper.

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She could see his reflection in the marble piece above the stove. The black polished mirror showed his tall figure slowly moving from around the corner.

Long silver strands covered his face and big golden irises, and blood red sclera stared from beneath it. She could hear his erratic breathing; like a predator salivating over its soon to be dead prey.

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Kagome knew she should be scared, but sadly, in her eighteen years of life – well at least the last two years… or was it longer? Wait… no, definitely longer. How many ever past few years, she has slowly died inside. Thus, fear was not something that came easily to her anymore.

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She turned slowly, facing him. She faced the tall dark figure.

A faint hint of recognition flickered somewhere in the back of her mind… From the abandoned cemetery? But she was not sure. She was not sure of a lot of things anymore.

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A slow, ghost of a smile spread on her lips. She knew exactly what it meant if a man took that kind of stance.

And here she was, foolishly thinking her body would get the weekend off; with her parent and soon-to-be fiancé out of town for the long weekend on a business trip.

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'Good gawd, whatever business some other poor girl is going to find herself in with Hojo there' she thought to herself, shaking her head slightly, dropping her gaze from the intruder.

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The golden eyes stayed on her, not understanding the amusement. His hunger was driving him crazy, and this fragile little thing was the only one he could find at this late hour; completely alone and seemingly helpless.

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But she seemed so calm, so emotionless. So… dead? As soon as she dropped her gaze, he took a step forward and her head slowly lifted to his gaze again.

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Light, grey, ghostly eyes looked up at him, stopping him in his tracks.

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"What are you waiting for?" she coaxed her head to the side, black tendrils falling over her shoulder.

"You cannot hurt me anymore than I've been hurt already," she smiled weakly again,

"I could always kill you," his voice gruff, beast-like,

"Oh, wouldn't that be a relief," a genuine smile crossed her face, before melting into her sorrowful features again,

"Yeah," she breathed,

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He lunged towards her, knocking her over and onto her back. He pinned her to the floor using his weight.

But she did not scream. She did not yelp. She did not even blink.

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'What is wrong with her?'he glared down at her, his hair still hiding his face,

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Kagome was completely still underneath his weight. She was not fighting or struggling. Her breathing had not even changed. She just stared back at him; blankly.

He noticed for the first time that her eyes were not grey, but brown. A very light, very dead brown. He also noticed how thin and pale she was. He could see that she was not taking care of herself at all.

Her bones probing at her thinning skin.

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Slowly releasing one of her hands from his own, he brought it down slowly to her cheek; and he noticed, with his heightened senses, a ghost of what use to be a flinch; but now an automatic reflex.

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'What have you been through?' he thought as he traced her cheek bone. The skin was a slight, sickening yellow colour in the shape of a blotch.

Anger started clawing at his insides; which was not helping his hunger at all.

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He has been watching this girl for weeks and thought she would be the ultimate sate to his various needs. She would have been the perfect candidate for the hopeless, helpless teen from a very rich background, taking her own life from all the pressures her ridiculously rich parents were putting on her. Her grades, anxiety and depression were what drove her to take her own life… Yes. Very unsuspicious and easy to cover what had actually happened to her.

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But now, staring back at her, his hand still on her cool cheek; he did not realise he was caressing it softly. A small furrow between her eyebrows, which she was trying to hide, made him chuckle. She jerked slightly at the sudden sound.

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Kagome did not know what to make of this development. He appeared out of nowhere. No doors or windows have been open to begin with. He was stalking her in the kitchen, while she was buttering a piece of cold toast – the only thing she could keep down nowadays. He appeared after she acknowledged him, and he looked like he was going to eat her.

When he lunged, she was praying for him to kill her after doing whatever he had planned, but now… Now he was pinning her to the ground, his weight heavy on her; but not as heavy as it is supposed to be; caressing her now less bruised cheek.

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What was surprising her more, was the fact that she could feel a need pooling between her own legs. Something she has not felt in many, many months, maybe even years.

His skin was hot against her cheek, his touch soft, almost caring. Well, if a predator could care for its meal.

Kagome's breath hitched when a long finger started tracing a path down her cheek to her chin, then up her jaw, tracing the outer shell of her ear and continued painfully soft down her throat, stopping at the hem of her old stretched out t-shirt collar.

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A soft growl, almost like a frightening purr, escaped his throat as she felt a sharp nail slowly cut away the hem. The seemingly skilled finger pulled at the cut, tearing the hem down into the front piece of fabric. Deep concentration was etched into the slight hints of his face that she could see between his long silver hair. Kagome could not make out what type of face was hidden behind the mass of hair. But she could see the restraint.

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'Ha! Restraint. On my body? Oh please' her scoff made him stop, and his eyes flicked back to hers.

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She could feel the cool air tickle her skin by her breasts.

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'Oh fuck!' she realized where he had stopped. The tear in her shirt, with his finger still hooked into the fabric was just above her breasts.

Kagome wanted to laugh at the utter confusion she saw in the golden eyes staring at her.

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'Oh fuck!' she swallowed hard and she heard a chuckle escape from him again,

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"Am I boring you?" his rough, beast-like voice ran hot over her nerves like honey, making her need boiling even hotter between her thighs;

'What is wrong with me?'

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"No?" she tried softly, she felt a soft blush creeping into her cheeks.

Wait? She was blushing? Kagome was baffled at this turn of bodily events.

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"No, it's just… uhm… well…" she bit her lip too hard, she could feel a bead of blood form on her cracked bottom lip.

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A hungry growl escaped the man above her as he tugged her bleeding lip into his mouth; sucking on it softly.

Kagome was surprised at the soft whimper that escaped her throat. Her assailant stopped for a second, then pulled back. Tugging some of his silver strands behind his ear, before he crashed his mouth into hers.

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Using her gasp, he gained access to the inside of her hot mouth; his tongue exploring her. Before she knew what was going on, or what she in turn was doing, Kagome joined him in a heated battle of dominance between their tongues. His finger released her shirt for a moment, but his hand quickly returned, tugged at the material, and ripping the shirt completely open. The various hungers she was fueling inside of him were getting even more intense.

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He had never anticipated this reaction. But he would revel in it. He would revel in it for the last few hours of her life.

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… Or so he thought.

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His hand hungrily pushed away the cotton from her body, and quickly found the perfectly round mound of her breast. He pinched at her nipple with his hungry mouth, tugging at it, sending whimpers from her bucking body into his greedy mouth. He smiled to himself at the reactions she was having; this was, actually, an enjoyable sating. His erection was pressing hard into her much too skinny stomach;

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… and then he felt it.

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A small, cold hand, moving into his hair; running attentively down his neck and over his shoulder. She was moaning when he grinded his member into her.

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'Fuck!' he knew what this would become.

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He had to get out.

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NOW!

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And as quickly as this awkward encounter had started, Kagome was alone again.

On the cold, horrendously expensive, marble kitchen floor;

her shirt torn open, her pajama pants wet,

breathless and completely confused.

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She had never in her life had an experience like this before, and she was wondering if maybe… just maybe… an angel had come to her nightmare…

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