New story...so soon Kayla? Yeah, if I dont work on a couple of projects at once, none of them get done and blah blah blah, whatever. So, this one'll be like the last. I have no idea what I'm writing yet, kind of a blank page if you will, just ganna be a scribe to my own mind.
A/N-Pairing will unravel as I write, Inuyasha fanfic, maybe oc, because this story is just taking the charicters' personalities and binding them in my own plot line.
INUYASHA I DONT OWN. DISCLAIMER, THIS IS. STEALER OF HALFDEMONS, I AM NOT.
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After 10 nights of unholy slumber, Koga found himself drained and uneasy. The sound of laughter echoed around the household while the moons elegant rays flooded in through cracks and creases of an uneven dusty curtain. Koga had been telling himself to buy a new one because this one was a hindrance when daylight eluded his dreams. Turns out laziness is contageous. He yawned, streaching his stale limbs, and stared up at the ceiling. He watched incandecent headlights from passing cars dance on the walls and then fade back into darkness. Another loud burst of laughter rang in his ears. He winced biting his lip enough to draw crimson red blood. This was almost ritualistic. Waking up with a heavy head, concidering buying that curtain, puncturing his lip with his own fangs. Sighing, he licked the blood from the wound. A coppery taste lingered in his mouth.
I hunger...
"Fuck." he whispered into the shadows. A dismal feeling grabbed his heart and felt around, reaching every crevis. He swung his legs around the bed and stood, though a little shakey. Even after 1 year of this madness, he was unable to contain or even control his cravings for that matter. What a drag. Slipping a long sleeve shirt on and stepping into his shoes only took a matter of seconds. Things would start slowing down though when the hunger began to ache. He walked out of his bedroom into an unpleasently narrow hallway. 10 different rooms layed out across from eachother. The hall was littered with that same coppery scent of fresh blood.
"Koga!" Someone yelled as he passed by a room. He walked back and poked his head through a door that was a little stained with blood. Naraku's room. Naraku was laying contently in bed with a cigarette burning between two outstreached fingers. At the bottom of the bed lay a naked woman, pale and lifeless. The look on her face was painful and deadly afraid, her lazy pony tail stretching out in a mess of hair. Naraku took a deep puff off his cigarette and then smoothly flicked the ashes into the empty cup. He gave Koga a very meloncholy look.
"Would you like some of that?" He motioned the cigarette towards the deceased young woman. "The wench is only 20 minutes dead, she might be a little cold, but the bloods just the same." he mused slyly. Naraku was a tough creature to decifer. But if you didnt answer him completely correct, there would be a sharp knife digging at your back until he decided he no longer 'required your assistance', metephorically speeking. Fixated on Naraku's expressions, he decided to answer him with a simple-
"No. I think I'll get my own bitch tonight." Thats right, Naraku loved it when your refered to wemon as 'bitch' or 'wench' or 'slut'...basically treating ladies like dirt. Koga felt uneasy about saying anything like that about girls, but if he wanted free room and board, he was going to be a good puppy and bow before his masters feet. Koga almost vomitted.
"Fine," he said with a twisted grin of satisfaction (making Koga's muscles relax). "Be good and get Kohaku then, I'm sure he'll eat it, after all, he is a growing boy." Koga's mind raced with images of the young teenager devouring this woman. He flinched slightly. Naraku crushed his cigarette into the ashtray and motioned for him to depart. Koga bowed deeply, closing his ice blue eyes only for a moment. Deception was Naraku's game.
He continued down the corridor to Kohaku's room. His door was shut as if to dispell unwanted visitors. Koga rapped his knuckles on the mohagony door lightly. Immediatly, the teenager answered with an oh so inviting "What?"
"Naraku has a meal for you kiddo," he said playfully, his deep voice echoing in the corridor, "go get your fill."
"Dont call me kiddo. I'm a more experienced vampire than you, ok?" he growled through the door. Ugh, Koga thought, theres that fucking word again...I cant stand that fucking word. He fumed silently then replied.
"Regardless, go eat."
He continued down the long passagway, hands starting to shake from the hunger. Every step took a decent amount of energy and he soon believed that if he could not tame his craving, he would pass out with exhaustion. He jumped down a flight of stairs and gracefully planted his feet at the bottom.
"Hey Koga," a voice called. He glanced over.
Inuyasha was in the living room, a smile spread wide over his face. He was in a group of 4 people that consisted of Sesshomaru, Miroku, Ayame and a young woman ruffly 23, bound and gagged. Her naked flesh was covered in deep cuts. Koga observed that some of the ladies wounds were still dripping in blood. She moaned in agony, looking up a him with a pleading look on her face that screamed help me. He shifted his gaze back to Inuyasha.
"You've been sleeping for quite some time now, I was beggining to get worried." Inuyasha grinned, a drop of blood trickling down his cheek. "You want?" He nodded his head towards their capture. "Pleanty left, and the bitch aint dead yet."
Koga turned his cheek and replied, "No thanks, I'm going for my own kill. Plus, I'm not too partial for torture." Koga did not witness the dissapointed look on Inuyasha's face, but could sence his ailment in the air. A benificial sixth sence that came with the title. Vampire, his mind whispered for him, Thats your title now...vampire
Feeling dismayed, he headed towards the door. As his hand twisted the cold knob, he called back, "Dont wait up for me." and proceeded out into the chilly October night. He walked at first, glancing back at the large mansion him and over 20 different people called home. Something about the image made his flesh crawl. He found it easy to pry his eyes away.
At first he walked. It was only 12:00, and he had plenty on time to spare, but then the hunger began to make the blood in his veins ache. Picking up the pace to a swift sprint, the destination clear in his mind, he started to lick his fangs in anticipation.
I hunger...
There it was again. That nagging voice forcing him to feed. Everything about him was sin. Every night, he woke up with that same sinking feeling. He was a monster, and anyone with good perception could notice if they took the time to follow him around. He fed off other human beings so he might just live to see another day. He hated himself. And Koga hated him for making him into this creature.
I hunger...blood...
Relieved and regretful all at the same time, he walked up across the grass to a quaint little house. Here was where he would feed. He knocked on the door, knuckles white and boney. Not even 5 seconds later, a woman with long black hair answered, a grim look on her face.
"Koga, you look like shit. You on drugs?" She mused humorously. Laughter was in her nature, Koga was convinced that even if she was staring into the barrel of a gun, she would have something witty to say...inevitably getting herself killed.
"I wish," He replied. "You know why I'm here...right Kagome?"
"Of course, come in, I'll put some coffee on the pot." Another joke.
He entered into a furnished livingroom that simply stated Funcshuay (SP I do believe. If you get the jist, thats all that matters) and dropped on the couch like he had been walking for days. Kagome dissapeared into the kitchen for only a moment and returned with a switchblade. She snapped it open, Koga staring hazily at the razor sharp blade, and asked, "Where will it be this time?" A smile was on her face dispite what they both knew was going to happen. Koga had known Kagome for 15 years now. They had been enemies in grade school, lovers in high school, and best friends in their adult lives. She had been there for him a year ago when all this nonsence started happening. He grieved and confessed his hatred for what he was to Kagome. A month after becoming what he was, Kagome started offering herself to him. At first he declined, refusing to hurt her. She begged and pleaded until one day it became to inticing.
"Lemme see," he replied, taking the knife from her, grasping the small delicate hand in his own. He led her down the hallway into a bedroom and assertively commanded, "Lay down."
"ooo, frisky are we? Be gentle with me Koga, I'm a virgin." She laughed. Koga could sence a bit on nervousness in that giggle.
"If my memory serves me right, you havent been a virgin since sophmore year Kagome," he retorted with a hearty burst of laughter, breaking thin ice that served as her anxiety. Again, she giggle, easing her way onto the queen sized mattress on the floor. She smiled breifly, her eyes glinting in the dim lighting. He pounced on her, growling like a ferocious beast while nuzzling his face into her neck.
"C'mon Koga, we both know your as harmless as a kitten," she said lightly, a sweet grin forming at the corners of her mouth. In response, he mewed softly and started to lick her shoulders. She cried out in laughter, nudging him with her elbow playfully. He rose slightly, brushing her shoulder with the seraded blade.
"Here." he said. She nodded her approval, biting her lower lip. Probably anticipating the knife. Koga placed it on her skin and gingerly let the blade bite into her flesh. Wincing, Kagome opened her eyes and smiled momertarily. Then she closed her eyes tight and let be, be. Under his breathe, Koga uttered a soft appology, like everytime he found himself in this situation, and lowered his lips the the fresh wound. An intoxicating sensation swept through his entire body as he consumed the blood sacrificed before him. He could feel her nails dig deeply into his back, and took it as a sign to slow down. He sliped one hand behind her to the small of her back, and the other up to her mouth. Kagome clamped down hard on his wrist, bitting back the pain.
Most stereotypical movie-monster crazed people believed that if a vampire sucks your blood, you will also become a vampire. In reality, a mere bite would transform you into the living dead. Koga had learned this from Naraku the night before he had become what he was now. He always cautiously made sure that his fangs never grazed Kagome, just to be sure. If she was forced to go through this nightmare along with him, he would never forgive himself.
He knew the limit. He studied it with passion, never wanting to harm the vivatious woman beneith him. When he reached that very limit, he pulled away and licked the wound to ensure that the cut would be completely healed by the time Kagome woke up the next morning. Already the blood started to cuagulate. Healing was also a benifit that came with the title.
Vampire...
He moaned fully aware of what the voice was doing. Messing with him, getting the best of him. Koga easily pushed the thought to a far off corner of his mind and lifted himself off of Kagome. Her eyes still closed told him that she had drifted during the blood lust. More often than not, this would happen.
He pulled a large comfortor over her thin frame and kissed her gentley on the forehead. She tossed restlessly and then settled. A greatful smile slowly formed on his face as guilt poked at his heart. He sighed dully and then slipped into the comfortor with her. Koga wrapped his arms around Kagome. He felt it was his absolute top priority to ensure her safty above all else. After all, she was the reason he wasnt rotting in a grave. Closing his eyes and letting sleep take over, he confirmed that laziness was contagious.
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And thats Chapter one. Kinda gothic if you ask me, but I needed one of these after Blank Stare. Although its a tradjic sort of story, it's a little to fluffy for my liking. Word. Give me your comments and such, ya think? Oh, sleep. 'night readers---KHM