Kaoru's heart was racing. Panic and fear controlling her every move as she desperately tried to escape her pursuer. She could still hear his footsteps behind her, getting ever so closer. She quickly ran into the dojo and grabbed one of her wooden swords only for it to be ripped from her hands just as fast. Just barely dodging his attack, his talon like nails ripping the sleeve of her kimono.
Kaoru fell backwards onto the ground, as he stood over her, the shadow of death staring down at her, poised and ready to pounce. He eyes glowing fiercely in the night, burning with such hate, anguish and desire, the desire for blood. Her blood. His body trembled at the scent of her blood small droplets falling to the ground from the cut on her arm, sent his senses wild. His fingers twitched with anticipation, ready to sliced into her soft ivory flesh and tare it apart. To feel the warm blood gush from her veins, to feel her very life pour from her broken body. Again he trembled at the thought, shivers of pleasure ran threw him. The smell of her blood her fear filled him.
Kaoru slowly started to crawl away, as he slowly came closer, their game of cat and mouse coming to its end. The cat was ready to pounce the mouse was finished. Kaoru's back hit the wall behind her, she was trapped there was nowhere to go. Then suddenly something fell beside her, though she dared not look away in fear he's strike. She felt with her hand and grabbed it, the sakabato that was placed in Kenshin's shrine. She pulled it from its sheath and held it in front of her.
He glanced down at her and laughed.
"Don't make me do this," She begged. "I don't want to do this." Tears rolled down her cheeks. Kaoru could not stop her hands from shaking.
"Please," she whispered softly.
Again he laughed, a smile on his face as he raised his hand ready to strike.
"No," Kaoru started to sob. "I don't want to do this to you, please! Don't!"
Her scream rang out as he hand came down with all his might.
"Kenshin!"