Author Notes:
Bakachan: Hello, everybody! Thanks for coming!
QJP: Bakachan what are you doing and what are we doing here for that matter?
Bakachan: I'm introducing my first fanfic!
QJP:
Bakachan:
Sango: She wants to know what your fanfic is called and I want to know who I have a relationship with in this…. /Eyes narrow/
/Wham, Bam, Crack/
/Miroku falls down on the ground unconscious/
Sango: Nice to see you again, pervert!
QJP/Whispers to Bakachan/ Will he ever learn?
Bakachan/Whispers back to QJP/ Not before me!
QJP/Eyes narrow and she knocks Bakachan unconscious/ You got that right!
QJP and Sango/Sing together/ On with the story!
Title: The Nightly Bloodline: The Collision of Past and Future
Chapter One: Spilling Blood
Main Characters: Miroku, Shippo, Sango, Kohaku, Inuyasha
Characters that don't live past this chapter: Kiya /female sentry, Alta /male sentry
The darkness was slowly ebbing as the heavens raged and roared with fury over a bloody corpse-filled battlefield. A lone figure stood at the edge of this gruesome scene of death and carnage with the faintest of smiles tickling at the edge of his mouth. Lifting his sleek-haired head up, his eyes burning fiery red, he looked upon the foreboding fortress of his race's enemy.
"This war has been waged for far too long," he whispered to himself as he glared with malicious anger at the fortress.
With all its enraging glory, he stared at that metallic-plated monstrosity with all the anger his dead heart could feel. Gripping his blackened armor with a vice-like grip, he managed to force himself to calm down. If he was correct, then his brother was at this very moment climbing over the battlements and running back to him with the fortress' blueprints. Crouching down, he braced himself for any surprise attacks.
"Hurry up, Shippo," he whispered with deep concern, as he looked at the sky ever so slightly beginning to brighten, "I am not going to let you get stuck in the sunlight!"
"Geez, I didn't know you cared," Shippo snarled, as he appeared out of thin air right in front of his pale face. Stumbling backwards, as he lost his gargoyle-like pose, he yelped in pain as he fell on his butt.
"Shh…. Are you trying to give away our position to that witch, Miroku," he asked with a devious laugh as he curled his long, silver hair around his finger in boredom.
Fully embarrassed now as he tried to untangle himself from his battle worn cape, he tried to, unsuccessfully, glare at him without showing any of the red tingeing his cheeks.
"Shut up," Miroku yelled, though all of a sudden an arrow landed an inch from his crotch.
Looking up at the jagged battlements with wide, panic-stricken eyes, he managed to see a beautiful, raven-haired woman aiming at him with a loaded crossbow, before a volley of arrows blocked her from his view. Stricken with fear as his whole immortal life flashed before his eyes, Miroku found he was unable to move until Shippo grabbed his arm and started to half-drag him across the ground.
"Run away," Shippo yelled over his shoulder as he let go of Miroku and hurried to get out of firing range.
Realizing he was in danger, he quickly finished untangling himself from his cape and dashed away from the fortress, dodging arrows as numerous as raindrops in a rainstorm. As he finally got out of firing range and managed to slow to a walk, he noticed an irritating pain running through his body every time he took a step.
"Look behind you, dumb blood," Shippo screamed, as he ripped a black arrow out of his foot.
Looking over his shoulder, Miroku was able to see the feathered end of a crossbow bolt. Reaching behind his back, he found that the bolt head had only managed to pierce halfway through his butt armor.
"Dang witch," he yelled out loud as he ripped the bolt out of his right butt cheek, "now I won't be able to sit for a day!"
"Well, neither of us is going to have to worry about sitting down if we don't get home soon," Shippo said, wincing as he tried to stand.
"Yeah, let's get back to the coven before we become extra crispy," he said, with a sneer, obviously enjoying seeing him in pain, "jump on my back or we'll never make it back before sunrise."
As she watched the vampires retreating, Sango felt nothing but grim satisfaction.
"Hey sis, I got that little bloodsucker," Kohaku said, with a grin too big for his face.
"How could you tell," she asked in bewilderment at her obnoxious little sibling.
"Well, all of my arrows are black and the one arrow I did fire isn't down there," he said as he lifted up his quiver full of black arrows to prove he was right.
Scanning the battlefield, she realized he was correct; there was no black among the sea of arrows. This, however, just ended up making Sango a little disappointed with her own skills and accuracy, but decided to cover it up with a laugh.
"Wow, that's better than me," she said, smiling, "I fired two shots and I only managed to get that big bloodsucker."
Cracking up from laughing, they both went down the battlement stairs to get some breakfast as the second shift took over.
"Cheer up you guys it's only eight hours," Kohaku said, as he looked at their gloomy faces, "then the third shift will take over!"
With the sun's rays quickly nipping at his boot heels, Miroku sprinted full out towards Mount Chiron and the Coven's massive fortress. As they got closer to the mammoth structure cut into the mountainside, he started to notice something strange. The doors were sealing on them! As he rushed to get Shippo and himself through the doors, he started to panic. In a last minute decision of desperation, he grabbed Shippo by the arm and lifted him off his back and threw him through the closing doors. He was running faster now that he didn't have Shippo on his back. His black cape was flowing behind him as he got through the doors just before they closed.
"That was close," he said with an exhale of relief, "Shippo! If that arrow had hit me in the crotch then I wouldn't have bothered throwing you through those doors. I would have just left you out there to burn."
"Oh please, you know you love me," he smirked in a delirious daze.
"Yeah, yeah, well, you should know something,"Miroku sneered deviously, as he left him lying on the metal floor, "you're going to have to drag yourself upstairs to your room."
Walking into the massive mess hall, Sango and Kohaku went to the nearest table full of food and sat down across from each other. Mouths watering from the delicious aromas that awoke their appetites instantly, they dug into the assortment with no mind for manners.
"You think that they'll be back tomorrow," he asked, as he tried to sallow a large piece of ham in his mouth.
"Don't you mean tonight? It's already morning," she said, pointing over her shoulder at the window with her hand covered in sauce.
"Whatever," Kohaku said, brushing off her reply and taking another large bite of ham, "but do you think they'll be back?"
"No doubt in my mind…. Hmm," she said, hesitating as she closed her mouth around the rib in her hand.
"What," he said urgently, as he dropped the ham and started to reach for his bow, "what's wrong?"
"Wow…this is delicious," Sango said, blushing with pleasure and delight as she started scoffing down the ribs like a starving beast.
"Sango," Kohaku said, dropping his head and sighing in embarrassment.
"What," she said innocently.
"You know you really need to start acting like a leader instead of a ditsy little girl," he said jokingly, as he watched her try to wipe the mess she made off of her face.
"I have an idea," Sango said smirking, as she finally got her face relatively clean, "I'll remain the ditsy little girl and you become the leader!"
"Really," he said, as his hopes began to rise.
"No, not really," she said, as she stood up and headed for the exit, "now come on. Lets go get cleaned up."
The hours flew by as both sides relaxed, or readied armor and weapons, as they waited patiently for the sun to set but as the sun did vanish and the darkness enveloped the land, both sides knew that "fun" wasn't an option.
"Dang Shippo, they say our kind's hearts are cold and dead! At least we took our fallen brethren off the battlefield and gave them a proper burial," Miroku said in disgust as he stared at the rotting corpses of fallen vampire slayers.
"I know! The stench of their fallen is nauseating," he choked out, as he bent over, covered his nose, and tried not to vomit from the smell of coagulating blood.
"Lets concentrate here," he said, holding his nose as he stared at the fortress, "Shippo, Inuyasha, everybody knows what to do?"
"For the hundredth time, yes," he said, getting irritated, "you kill the witch, I turn invisible and stay with you as back up, and everyone else attacks their fortress and kills everything that isn't a vampire. We got it already! Lets just begin!"
"I know what to do too," Inuyasha said in a crazed daze, "but I wish I was the one who gets to drain Sango's blood from her body."
"Why is that, Inuyasha," Miroku asked, confused.
"Don't you know? Family blood is the most delicious of all," he said, beginning to salivate from the mere thought.
Staring at Shippo, a dumbfounded look on his face, Miroku tried to imagine what it would be like to drain him of his blood. His fangs piercing through the skin of his neck and the sickly-sweet, metallic-tinged, taste on his tongue as Shippo's cold blood gushed into his mouth and slid down his throat as he gulped it down with a passion.
"Yuck," he said, shivering in disgust at the thought, "you really are screwed up in the head!"
"Whatever," Inuyasha said, shrugging his shoulder, "lets get this battle started, shall we, attack!"
"I am so bored," Kiya said, beginning to get irritated as she leaned on the edge of the battlements.
"Why do you want the bloods to attack," Alta asked.
"Well, I need something to keep me warm," she sneered, raising an eyebrow at him, "and nothing is better than beheading ten or twenty of those bloodthirsty beasts!"
All of a sudden the battlement floor beneath their feet exploded. Cracking the stone floor into several shards that shredded through their torsos as the force projected them into the sky. With a loud and sickening clunk, their limp, lifeless bodies were sent flying into the metallic-plated wall of the fortress.
"What the heck was that," Kohaku screamed, as something large slammed into the outer wall of their room.
"We're under attack, ugh," someone shouted out in the corridor.
"Kohaku, you stick with me, I don't want to lose you to the bloods," Sango ordered in a tone that left no room for debate, "lets go!"
"Ah…right," he stammered, completely shocked by the severe tone in his sister's voice.
Strapping on the rest of their armor and grabbing their weapons, Sango ran out of the armory with Kohaku on her heels. Unsheathing her katana, she had just enough time to see the same big bloodsucker from last night running down a corridor perpendicular to the one she was in. Running full out towards him, anger flooding every last vain in her body with adrenaline, she leaped through the air and landed on his back, ready to cut his throat open.
Surprised by the vampire slayer's sudden appearance on his back, Miroku had just enough time to grab her wrist, preventing her from decapitating him. In a fluid one moment long move, he snapped her wrist with a sickening crack, at the same time relieving her of her katana, and threw her through the hallway's metallic wall and the stone wall of the chamber on the other side.
"Not so fast, beautiful," he said with a demonically, devious smile, as he stepped into the chamber through the hole in the wall, "I'm suppose to be doing that to you."
Entering the chamber behind him, Shippo was overjoyed to be able to see his big brother create this historical moment right in front of his, currently invisible, eyes.
"Come on, finish her and you'll defeat the vampire slayers for good," he thought excitedly to himself.
Gripping the katana handle so hard that he left an imprint of his hand, Miroku stood over the unconscious Sango. Positioning himself for a quick kill through the ribcage with the katana, he felt a bit depressed that the war was going to end because for him it made immortality actually seem bearable. Suddenly out of nowhere, a tremendous roar ripped itself from his lungs as a black arrow, seeming to grow out of his stomach, impaled him through the back, causing him to stagger forward and trip over the unconscious slayer's body. Lifting himself off the ground, he whipped around at breakneck speed towards the direction that the arrow had come from. Eyes burning redder than ever before, he glared at the hole in the wall and saw a puny little slayer standing there with a bow, another black arrow already loaded, aiming this time straight at his heart!
"Don't you touch her, bloodsucker," Kohaku screamed hoarsely, as his eyes started to water up with fright, "I swear the first one was just a warning!"
Dumbfounded by what had just happened, Shippo became quickly enraged and lunged at the stupid little brat. Unarming him with one hand as he snapped the bow and arrow in half and grabbing Kohaku's throat with his other hand, leaving Kohaku wondering what had just happened to him. Turning visible again, he glared angrily into the paling face of the young slayer.
"How dare you try to kill my brother," he snarled.
"Just kill me already, you vile thing," Kohaku snarled back, "though your breath is doing a pretty good job of that already!"
"I can do a lot worse to you than death," Shippo snarled back as his fangs started to elongate.
Opening his mouth as wide as he could, he pulled Kohaku towards him. Clamping his mouth down on the his throat and drinking deeply as his teeth ripped away at the slayer's skin and arteries, revealing the muscles and bones of the slayer's esophagus and trachea.
Watching his brother's true primordial instincts awaken as he fed on the slayer, Miroku couldn't help but smile as he ripped the arrow out of his stomach and repositioned himself over Megan's unconscious body.
"Well,"Miroku said as he raised the katana above his head with the blade pointing downward, "it was fun while it lasted but all good things have to come to an end!"
As he slammed the katana down, he didn't even get through her armor before the chamber began to radiate an extremely bright green and gave a sudden lurch.
"What the heck is going on,"Shippo screamed, as he ripped his fangs out of Kohaku's neck and let his limp body fall to his feet.
"How should I know, you idiot,"Miroku screamed at him as the room dissolved before their eyes and they were left in a swirl of wind, noise, and darkness.
Author Notes:
Bakachan and Miroku: Hi, Sango! Hi, QJP!
/Squeeze, Squeeze/
QJP and Sango: Pervert!
/Smack, Crack/
Bakachan: Ouch! What was that for/Rubs his face/
QJP: You groped us!
Bakachan: I didn't grope either of you!
QJP and Sango: Yes, you did, you pervert!
Bakachan: No, I didn't/Points to Miroku, crouching down next to him/
Miroku/stands up/ Ah, bye/Runs away/
QJP: Ah, that one was for thinking about groping me! Let's get him, Sango!
Sango: Already ahead of you/Throws Hirakotsu at Miroku/
Miroku's head/CRACK/
Miroku: Ouch/Falls unconscious/
Bakachan: That's Sango- ah, how many times has she hit him already?
QJP: Over a thousand.
Bakachan: I meant today!
QJP: Over a thousand!
Bakachan: Really? Where was I?
Sango: Unconscious.
Bakachan: How?
QJP: Me/Raises hand into the air and smiles/ Me, me, it was all me! Yeah me!
Bakachan: Should have known/Rolls eyes and winces in pain as he finds the mammoth-sized lump on his head/
Everybody except Miroku: Please review!
Miroku: Hey! Where's my trailer? I need to get some rest before I get my makeup and costume on for the next chapter!
Bakachan/Walks up to Miroku/ Shut up! This isn't a movie it's a written story! So that means no costumes, no trailers, and no makeup! Wait a minute! You wear makeup?
Miroku: No, and I'm going to have a word with my agent!
Sango: Oh, yeah, your agent called for you!
Miroku: Really? What did she say?
Sango: She said she quit!
Miroku: Why?
Sango: Apparently, it has something to do with you being too perverted around her! Any more dumb questions?
Miroku: No. Dang, and she was really hot looking too!
