MATURE TEENS AND ADULTS ONLY!!!!

Okay this is my first story and so please forgive me for any spelling or if something does not make sense, please let me know, I do not own Inuyasha, Kagome or any characters in this story. The plot might be a little screwed up every now and then but I know where I want this story to go. ^-^

Kagome opened her eyes and gasped, looking around frantically," Inuyasha?...Where the fuck am I?" She sighed and looked around the room; everything seemed so vibrant and full of color. She could see every detail, the Brush strokes in the paint, every little grain in the wood; she could even see the red, blue, violet beams of light shining in through the nearby window.

"Wow..This is weird, am I dreaming or something?" Kagome slid off the bed and walked over to the door, at she grabbed the doorknob she realized that Inuyasha was on the other side of the well and she was alone in this strange house… She hoped.

With having realized Inuyasha was not around she was suddenly afraid, it's not like she was even in her own house! Anyone could be on the other side of this door…she thought, staring at it blankly. "Guess I'll have to take my chances" She said as the door creaked open. As she stepped through the door she winced, grabbing the throbbing side of her neck. "Ow… What happened last night?..I feel horrible, why am I so thirsty…"

Kagome walked out of the house and winced, covering her eyes quickly, "Ow! That stung" She slowly blinked her eyes open, the sun hurt her eyes, why? She looked down and gasped, she was staring at her hand, it shined brightly, like a thousand tiny little diamonds poured into her flesh. "Whoa! Oh My God! What is this?!"

Suddenly she groaned as a fantastic scent entered her nostrils. "Mmmm…What is that?" she sniffed the air, her eyes closed in a daze, she guided herself closer to the source of that wonderful, delicious smell. She came to a halt, opening her eyes when the scent became almost unbearable, her eyes had darkened to a dark Grey without her knowing, her eyes then locked on a young male, probably about in his 20's she'd say. He was fairly handsome except for his oddly crooked eye. Maybe he was blind?

"That's what smells so good? No way… That's impossible" She looked around, trying to find anything else it could have been that she was smelling… but only the male sitting on the bench remained. No one and nothing else was anywhere to be seen.

She took a slight step back when the man stood up and began walking in her direction. "Oh no…what do I do?" She looked at her skin, knowing he would know she is not a normal person if she was seen… When the man got close enough he stopped dead in his tracks and gasped, staring at her intently with a look of fear and amazement in his eyes.

With no warning at all she was on him, hissing and making noises she never knew she could make, he was underneath her kicking and hitting, fighting as hard as he could, her mouth was locked on his neck, the warmth flowed through her mouth, like silk over her tongue and down her throat smoothly, warmth slowly filling her whole body, it was like a drug, and she was addicted.