Title: Another TK Crossover
Author: Tsubasa Kya
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership to anything in regards to "Buffy the Vampire Slayer", or to anything in regards to "Inuyasha". I simply have an idea for a crossover between these two worlds and hope it will work.

Chapter One:
The Final Battle

Kagome fidgeted with the string on her bow self-consciously as she underwent the scrutiny of the oppressive dog-demon. She longed to have an arrow to the string because even though she couldn't do much damage, it was like a comfort to have it. It was almost security-blanket material.

She knew she ought not look anywhere but at the demon himself, but it was very difficult. Despite the gruesome décor of Sesshoumaru's abode, it was impressive to look at. She could feel the magic that held the place together. Bones of all kinds were what made up the walls and floors and the arched ceiling.

Whole skeletons that seemed braided together created the pillars that held up the ceiling. She had assumed when she first saw the large place he would have lots of rooms and servants of all kinds to wait on him hand and foot.

But upon entering, she found not only was she wrong, but she was wrong times ten. The entire building was all one room. He had no servants, and since he seemed to be a prince, she found it particularly odd and somehow disturbing. Her fantasies of him actually not killing every living thing he saw—minus Jaken, Rin, and his two-headed dragon—had been blown away like mist.

The prince himself sat on a dais made of the same bones that created the walls. In retrospect, she thought the place was kind of like Yura of the Hair's living space, except Yura had lived in a tangle of hair that had heads inside. Seeing rotting skulls had given Kagome pause to think of her future.

She had thought at the time, "I'll never be able to look at a dead person's head the same again," and it was true. Now, seeing these walls made out of dead skulls and bones, she found she didn't need to vomit quite as much because she could think: "At least there isn't rotting flesh hanging from the skulls."

Lord Sesshoumaru, prince of the dog-demons, stared at his 'guest' from his place on the dais made entirely from skulls. His golden eyes were as cold as usual, though thankfully not currently harboring murderous intent toward her. She really didn't like seeing that.

She couldn't believe he would just lay there half clothed when he had a guest. Then again, she did come without prior appointment, so her only hope was to pray to anyone who would listen that he didn't murder her on the spot.

Sesshoumaru's hair was hanging over the edge of the dais. She saw his haori, armor, and the fuzzy pelt he wore over his shoulder was beside the dais. Another good point was that he looked comfortable on his dais, which ultimately could mean he wasn't about to get up and murder her just yet.

A wry grin crossed his face. "That can change in an instant, human," he told her.

No way, she thought, please don't tell me he can read my mind?

He said, "Surprised?" She flinched as his right hand fell to trail on the floor. She noticed the stub where his left arm used to be. She wondered if he ever felt pained by it, but tried to think quietly. "It is not reading your mind, however. It is a simple fact that you show your thoughts in your features."

"Oh," she gulped and her fingers tightened on the bow. At least he couldn't actually read her mind. Otherwise he might know how terrified she was to be there. Then again, he probably knew already. She knew only the fact that she locked her knees kept her standing upright.

"Stop standing by the door." Sesshoumaru stated. "If you have business with me, step forward." She wanted to go back. Couldn't she go back? She called it sheer force of will that made her able to step forward. "And stop quivering like a human."

She stumbled forward another step, a fierce anger growing in her. She wanted to state that she was a human, and so was privileged to human emotions, but she didn't want to anger him. Instead she focused her thoughts on what was sure to be the lamest plea bargain that she'd ever attempt in her life.

The floor wasn't the most even thing she'd ever crossed. She managed to trip a few times on her way to the dais. Her approach seemed to amuse him. His gold eyes, so alike and yet so different from Inuyasha's, swam in humor.

As she got closer, she found she could see even the sweat on his bare torso and the rippling muscles under his pale flesh. She had to admit, upon first sight he looked rather girlish and only a second look would prove him to be male. Except when he had his shirt off of course. She had thought he was a girl when she first saw him, until she heard his voice and Inuyasha called Sesshoumaru his half-brother. He was most certainly male now free of a hefty chest and everything!

And undoubtedly anyone who made the mistake to call Sesshoumaru a girl aloud would find themselves six feet underground. Either that, or they'd be melted into a puddle of boiling ooze on top of the ground, and would inevitably soak into the ground eventually.

She tried to keep her eyes locked on his figure, searching for any indication that he would attack her. It was so difficult when she was surrounded by bones, wondering if magic would soon hold her bones to the wall too.

"That is close enough," Sesshoumaru said. "I give you leave to state your business."

Gritting her teeth together, she fisted her hand in her tank-top. Perhaps this was a bad idea after all. Of course, it wouldn't have been the first bad idea she'd ever come up with, though it did seem to hold a high rank against all the others, coming up as completely, utterly suicidal.

Of course, the prince would believe himself so much better than her that he needed to give her permission to speak. She really had to try to keep her tongue in check, or she would do something that would get herself killed.

--

"Hey, kid," Daniel Osbourne said, ruffling Souta's black hair. Souta complained but only a little bit. Then he was grinning. Oz, as he preferred to be called, set his bag on the entry hall floor as he saw the approach of his Aunt Ai and ran a hand through his blond hair in a self-conscious attempt to tame the wild 'do.

"Oh, honey," she said, about to embrace him as family was prone to do.

"Be gone, demon!" cried Grampa Higurashi. He seemed to appear from nowhere, slapping bright yellow post-its to Oz's face.

Oz plucked them off, and Ai explained hurriedly to Grampa Higurashi, "Father, this is my nephew. He called us a little while ago, remember?"

Oz looked at one post-it and instantly it brought Willow to mind, making him feel completely depressed. He showed it only through the smallest of frowns. He had hurt her. But she was all he loved. On the post-it was written an incantation. Willow was Oz's little witch.

"Oh," Grampa frowned thoughtfully. "Is it dinner time yet, Ai?"

Ai nodded. "Why don't you go settle yourself at the table, father?" As the old man hobbled off in the general direction of where the kitchen was if memory served Oz right, Ai looked at Oz. "Oz, sweetie, we're so glad to have you again."

"This is so cool!" Souta said. "Sis'll be so happy. Cousin Oz came to visit. You know, I got lots of games now, do you want to play?"

Ai looked at Souta with a frown. "Now, Souta," she said in disapproval. "You're going to finish your homework first. I want it done before dinner." The look on Ai's face seemed to be scary for the young boy, because he stood up straighter and began marching up the steps.

"Wow, Auntie," Oz said, "he's so much bigger than last time I was here." He was certainly surprised.

Ai smiled and finally embraced Oz. "My, I believe he isn't the only one who grew. You were small enough to be held on my hip when I last saw you." She released him and brushed his shoulders as if he were dusty.

Oz nodded. He saw that there were wrinkles of age on his Aunt's face now and gray hairs by her ears. Silence pressed down on them for a long moment. He could do without silence, he thought. For a thousand years or so. "Auntie… that thing I asked you about? Did you…"

Ai said, "Of course. I had a small building built for you out behind the house. We'll take care of you, as long as you need us. If it's just a day, or if it's years to come, you are welcome here."

Oz smiled gratefully at his aunt. "Thanks. Really." Willow…

"Now, come. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes." Ai smiled.

--

"Well, what do you want?" Sesshoumaru asked her. He took in her rather ragged state. Her clothes were in a state of disrepair and her quiver was sadly lacking in the items it was most known to hold. "I am a very busy demon. I have no time to waste on humans."

Indeed, she thought, which is why you're sitting lazily on your behind, sweaty torso not withstanding.

Every visible part of her body was covered in bruises or cuts, and he could see even the places covered were injured by the fact that she had dried blood on her. Her hair was falling out of the bun she'd put it in. Her pride was probably all that kept her standing, because surely the loss of blood did no good for her.

Tear stains mingled with blood on her face. She smelled of sweat, blood, and the elements. It was amusing that she even bothered coming before him. He toyed with the idea of slicing her to pieces and shipping her to Inuyasha via messenger pigeon.

"Its Rin," she blurted, for fear that if she didn't just say it, she would turn and run. From the hard look that crossed his eyes, she supposed she might very well be about to encounter death.

"Go on," he drawled in that careless tone, his eyes belying his current attitude. His claws scraped the bone floor as the hand attached reached ever closer to the Toukijin.

Very close to death, she thought. So much for those dreams of having a family someday.

"Right…" Kagome swayed a little, feeling very dizzy. Her hair was practically glued to her face and neck from the blood. "Um, well, we came across her, um, our group… In a village due south."

"I left her there," Sesshoumaru said in a cold voice. "She was to wed a human. What is the problem?" He didn't think it was a small issue, because if it was she wouldn't have come to him. Despite his disbelief that his half-brother had brains of any kind, he had to admit that the girl in front of him was, in fact, slightly intelligent for a human. She seemed to actually have purpose for half the things she did.

"Her husband went hunting while we were staying. He was gone for a long time, and Rin begged us to look for him. We went, and we found his corpse."

"So what is the problem?" Sesshoumaru inquired, shifting to sit up on his dais. She flinched again at his movement. He remembered the first time he met the strangely dressed priestess. She had showed zero-to-no fear toward him. "Rin will find another. She is resourceful enough."

"Except that she can't." Kagome stated, her voice thick with emotions. He saw it in her face before she spoke now. Rin was dead. Something inside Sesshoumaru went cold. "It was Naraku who killed Rin's husband. We knew he liked to hit many places at once, and we hurried back to Rin's village, but Naraku had already gone there."

Sesshoumaru's fist clenched and unclenched. "Go on…" He was nothing, if not a completely thorough demon. He would know the rest of the story before blindly rushing off to find Rin and see if she could be saved.

"Naraku was there, dressed as a monk. He turned the village on Rin, saying she associated with demons and had to be killed. They burned her at the stake." Kagome dropped the bow to favor holding her stomach. She bent forward, attempting to will away the pain from what was sure to be internal damage to her organs.

"I'm," Kagome continued, "sorry. We fought Naraku. None of us were really prepared. He has the entire jewel now, and he killed everyone. I have no where to turn, and I must defeat Naraku."

Sesshoumaru stood from the dais, his eyes piercing Kagome's blue orbs. She attempted to look like she was strong, but she didn't manage it very well. She was just in so much pain. She actually hadn't expected to ever find Sesshoumaru's home. She'd been running for nearly a day.

She stepped back as he stepped down off the dais and walked toward her as gracefully as a cat—strange since he was a dog. Her heel caught on the uneven bone floor and she cried out as she fell backward. "Ugn!"

Her body felt like daggers were being twisted in her. If she weren't so desperate and in need of help, she would never have sought him out. "Inuyasha is dead?" Sesshoumaru inquired, as if to clarify what she'd already stated.

"Yes." Inuyasha had died trying to protect Kagome. He'd taken a blow in the back. It hit his spinal cord and paralyzed him, but even that wasn't enough for Naraku, because then Naraku consumed Inuyasha's body and absorbed his power.

"The monk?"

"Yes," Miroku had, ultimately, been killed by the curse he fought so hard to get rid of so that he might lead a normal life. Or as normal as anyone could with a lecherous streak.

Sesshoumaru looked down at Kagome, standing over her like a looming, frightening thing. Like he could kill her any moment now, which he could have all along. She had every right to have a fair warning and a running head-start, but demons weren't really known for their fairness. "The slayer?"

"Yes." She was sucked in by Miroku's out of control wind-tunnel. Whatever world she was in now, it wasn't the world of the living. It was a shame that at least Sango couldn't live. She'd confided in Kagome just a few days ago that she and Miroku were to have a baby together, since there had been no Naraku activity for so long and they both wanted an heir should they not live.

"The wolf?"

She gulped. Did he have to sound so uncaring? "Yes." Kouga showed up only a few days earlier, around the time that Sango had admitted that she wanted a baby. Kouga was killed once Naraku used Inuyasha's absorbed power and he too was consumed.

"The fox?"

"All dead." Kagome groaned and fell back. "If Naraku wins… you can kiss any future goodbye." Sesshoumaru knelt beside her and pushed her hands off her stomach. He lifted the hem of her tank top.

"Impressive." He said it as if amazed she was alive. "You are a strange one. Such wounds would kill any normal human, and that you just lost everyone you care for should by all rights have you grieving like humans do."

Kagome cried out as he touched her stomach. "Holy hell!" she cried, "Don't do that!" He was surprised when she slapped his hand away. No one dared to hurt Sesshoumaru without severe repercussions, and usually death. Not that she had hurt him, but it was the principle of the matter.

"I suppose someone as weak as you would be hurt by that," he muttered.

She was panting heavily. "There's…" she bit her lip and groaned again as he touched her stomach again. His goading had worked. She wanted to prove her worth by being strong enough to resist striking out.

He examined the wounds. They were the kind that would probably never heal, and she would suffer until she died. Oh well, not his problem. He might not even have to go very far for supper tonight. He could just wait it out. "There's no time for grief now," she said. He had known her to be slightly intelligent. "I can torture myself later, once he is dead."

"Ah." Sesshoumaru gave Kagome a wry look. "And I take it you will be avenging your pathetic companions?" He wanted to go now and kill Naraku, to avenge Rin, but he knew better. "What is your true purpose here?"

"Please," Kagome gasped, the quiver digging in her back.

She never got to finish that sentence. Sesshoumaru looked up from her face, toward the door. He growled. Kagome didn't have to look to know who was there. Naraku. Kagome could feel Naraku's power rolling off him in waves.

"Oh," Naraku sounded like he was smirking.

"Stay down," Sesshoumaru stated. "Do not aggravate the wounds." He didn't care much, but if she continued to injure herself she would simply spoil the meat. He preferred his meat tough, not tender. He stood, and as if everyone didn't already know it was Naraku there, he said, "Naraku…"

Kagome struggled to stand. "Pompous dog," she muttered. "You simply want me out of the way." Well, she wouldn't have any of that. She would be the one to kill Naraku.

Sesshoumaru couldn't believe how wrong Kagome was. Didn't she know she wouldn't taste as good if she kept moving around while injured? Why did humans have to look so far into things?

Naraku barked out harsh laughter. "Look, girl. You weren't a threat to me before I thrashed you. You won't be one now. Admit your defeat so I may absorb Lord Sesshoumaru and be on with my day."

Kagome's vision was slightly blurry. At least she was standing on her own for the time being though. "You act like this is a stroll in a meadow," Kagome said.

"But isn't it?" Naraku inquired.

"Drop the formalities," Sesshoumaru stated. "It makes you incredibly dull and predictable." Anger flashed across Naraku's face before he settled back into his grin.

"Still without your left arm, eh, Sesshoumaru?" Naraku cooed. "Shame how that puts you at such a disadvantage."

A dry chuckle escaped Sesshoumaru's lips. "I need only one hand to defeat the likes of you."

Kagome groaned in pain and annoyance. "Stop picking at each other." Naraku leaned on Tetsusaiga as if it were his to lean on. "Naraku, you came here to fight. Do it. I'm in pain and I'd like to take a nap sometime in the near future."

Anger flashed across Naraku's face again. Sesshoumaru wondered if Kagome knew she was making Naraku angry. Then he looked at Kagome's face and saw she could barely focus enough to keep standing and decided she didn't know.

"You'll have all the time you want to sleep in the afterlife." Naraku snapped. "Pain free, I promise."

"I have noticed you to be more temperamental than when we last met," Sesshoumaru smirked. "It seems by absorbing the wolf and the half-breed you also took in their tempers. Quite interesting."

"I," Naraku started out, but Kagome cut him off, "I said fight!" Her eyes were focused suddenly and she seemed to forget her pain as any warrior with adrenaline coursing through her would. She swooped down, picked up the bow, and raised it. She pulled the string back even though there was no arrow knocked.

When she released, Sesshoumaru was surprised. Pure, blinding, pink energy, almost arrow-like but without real shape was heading straight for Naraku. He chuckled and stepped to the side; the energy arrow zipped by him and went out the door.

"Really, wench." Naraku laughed, "I would not fall for the same trick twice."

"Then you'll love the next part!" she raised her hand, palm up, and clenched it. Sesshoumaru had to try covering his ears, but could only get one covered. The ear-piercing whistling noise was the worst, most crippling sound he'd ever heard. She did not seem affected.

"WHAT IS THAT?" Naraku screamed, covering his ears and slouching as if it would help stop the noise. There was a crashing sound and the energy arrow hit Naraku's left arm and exploded on impact, purifying not only his left arm, but entire chunks of his body.

As soon as the energy arrow was gone, the high pitched whistle noise faded away but it left Sesshoumaru's ears bleeding. "You stupid"—Naraku began to sputter out nonsensical swears.

"That's the problem with evil guys these days," Kagome said, taking a step forward as if it didn't pain her entire body. "No originality. It's all, 'Give me the jewel if you want to live,' or 'I'm gonna destroy the world,' or my favorite line, 'Admit your defeat.' You know, it couldn't kill you to at least try to come up with some nefarious schemes that haven't already been done!"

Naraku smiled, "You want some originality?" he demanded in a furious tone of voice to oppose his smile. So maybe it was a smile of cruelty. He plunged his hand into his stomach and pulled the jewel out, bloody and completely black. "I'll give it to you!"

He closed his eyes and clutched the jewel. Kagome groaned as almost instantly she felt something like a collar around her neck and it caused her pain as it began choking her. She fell backward again and it let up.

"What is this?" Sesshoumaru asked, as if hardly perturbed. He felt his neck as if something was there that was invisible.

"I told the jewel to bind your lives together." Naraku chuckled. "Now, I need only kill one of you for both of you to die. Let's start with her!" How frustrating, Kagome thought. That probably had been done before, many times. She thought of all the books she'd read as a child where they got bound together by some magical means. Cruel, unfair!

"Weak." Sesshoumaru said and lashed out with his whip. It hit Naraku square across the waist, slicing him in half. As usual he just pieced himself together. "Ah yes, your mortality rate is increasingly frustrating." Sesshoumaru didn't sound frustrated, more than he sounded purely bored.

Sesshoumaru stepped closer to Kagome. If his life was bound to hers, he certainly couldn't let her go and die on him. Then he nearly doubled over in pain as he felt the pain she'd gone through, what she was feeling at that moment. She was really something if she could deal with that.

Sesshoumaru hated pain himself; his solution to pain was simply to not get injured. "I'm weak?" Naraku inquired, stabbing Sesshoumaru through the gut with Tetsusaiga. "Funny you should mention that. A little magic and you are a kitten."

Kagome stood, blood dripping from a magically mirrored wound to her stomach. She wrapped her arms around Naraku from behind. She was biting her lip and her face was flushed from blood loss.

Sesshoumaru plunged his clawed fingers into Naraku's chest and let his poison seep from his fingers. "I hate cats." Sesshoumaru stated.

Kagome said, "It was a bloody cat that got me into this mess!" Sesshoumaru watched as her entire body began glowing. Her flesh was a bright pink and her blue eyes seemed to be on fire. He hastily pulled away from Naraku as the half-demon began screaming. He pulled the sword from his body, ignoring that it burned his hand.

Naraku's flesh started on fire as he was subjected to the poison inside him mixed with the purification power entering his body through Kagome. Then, he was nothing more than a fluttering pile of ashes atop which sat the blackened jewel.

Kagome knelt and picked up the jewel. Sesshoumaru watched the piece glow with purity.

Sesshoumaru placed a hand to his abdomen as the wounds began to heal at half the normal rate. "What was your true purpose here?" Sesshoumaru inquired. He found it curious that he wasn't upset over being bound to someone. At least she was intelligent—somewhat.

Kagome laughed, but it turned into a moan. "I was going to beg you to help me defeat Naraku. I guess he followed me here."

"Insipid creature." Sesshoumaru stated.

"I am," Kagome doubled over, and he felt her pain mirrored onto him. How was she alive still? By all means, she should be dead. "I am not dull."

"I was talking about Naraku." Sesshoumaru said.

--

"So where's Kagome at, anyway?" Oz asked the family.

"Would you like some more, Oz?" Ai asked him a little too quickly, offering him the rice. Oz quietly thanked her and accepted the dish. He took a spoonful and handed the dish to Souta who promptly let the Higurashi genes take hold and clumsily dropped the dish.

"Oh, Souta!" Ai admonished. "No one worry. I'll just go get the broom and dust pan." While she was gone, Souta mashed all his food into a large mess on his plate then began shoveling it into his mouth as fast as humanely possible with chopsticks. Grampa muttered something about illnesses. They were avoiding talking about Kagome. Why?

They heard a knocking sound and Ai answered the door. Oz knew he wasn't supposed to hear, but since he'd become a werewolf, he'd found his hearing more acute. He'd considered it a good thing, since his music was better for it.

"Oh, hello. What can I do for you?" Ai asked the person at the door.

"I do not have much time to explain, so pay attention." The stranger was a man, sounding cold as an iceberg. "You need to get all the members of your house to leave. Then get the following ingredients together and fill your bath with scalding hot water."

There was a shifting of paper from one hand to another. After a pause in which Oz assumed his Aunt was reading the piece of paper, Aunt Ai said, "Has something happened to her?"

"If it has not already, it will. The rest of her group managed to get themselves killed in what I assume was a spectacular show of weakness. Now, I have been polite thus far."

"I'll be as quick as possible." Ai said. The door closed and Ai came back into the kitchen without the broom or the dust pan. She began rummaging through the cupboard, taking out item after item, all of which she shoved into a large stockpot.

"Souta, why don't you and Grampa take Oz to a movie? That sounds fun, huh?"

"But mama," Souta whined, "Sis said she'd come today. I want to stay and wait for her. We can all go together."

Oz was curious. "Actually, Auntie, I'm really rather tired. I mean, my flight was eleven hours. I was hoping…"

"Go to a movie, Oz. Souta, take Grampa with you."

Grampa yelled, "Demon on the shrine. Demon on the shrine!" He stumbled out of his seat and grabbed up his post-it notes and pen.

Souta said, "Grampa, there isn't any demon here now. Remember, you already killed them all."

"Demon, demon," Grampa muttered.

--

Kagome gave Sesshoumaru her best attempt at a glare. "You're just, just rude." She gasped. "I just want to go home. I don't want to sit a foot from you for the rest of my life." She was trying to regain her breath but talking wasn't helping that much.

Sesshoumaru had settled himself back on his dais of bone skulls. His walking away unfortunately meant that she felt slowly choked unless she practically attached herself to him. So since he was clearly in control, she had to follow him, pain or no pain.

She really was grateful for the opportunity to rest, but habit was hard to break and she found herself constantly turning her head to be sure he wasn't raising his hand to run her through. He'd tried to do it before, so it wasn't unreasonable to believe that the dog-demon prince was not squeamish over blood.

"If I let you go home," Sesshoumaru replied logically, "that would inevitably mean I am the one left uncomfortable. I will tolerate you until you figure out how to undo the spell Naraku used your bloody jewel to curse us with."

Kagome had a bone foot digging into her bottom, so she shifted. How could he possibly find his dismally decorated home to be comfortable? His decorator needed to be shot. "So you have no intention to help me figure out how?" she demanded.

If his presence did one thing, it was making her angry enough not to think about Inuyasha and the others' deaths. He was far too arrogant. He needed to be taken down a peg or two.

"It was not my fault that the half-breed got the entire jewel in the first place. Therefore, it is not my fault that I was cursed. You are to blame, and you will fix your error or die trying." Sesshoumaru was enjoying her fury, simply because it made her forget her pain and if she didn't remember her pain it didn't mirror onto him.

He toyed again with the prospect of slicing her to little pieces. He did enjoy a good, hearty stew made of human heart. Add a few kidneys and some carrots and he was practically salivating. She'd been yammering on for a few minutes, and no, he had not heard.

"Are you listening to me?" she demanded.

Now he had gone and made himself hungry. How completely unfair. And she would probably be quite filling too. She really had to figure out how to undo that spell, and fast, so he could eat her.

"How is it," Kagome asked, her eyes angry, "that you're not bothered by Rin's death?"

Sesshoumaru felt no need to hide it; he would eat her soon enough anyway. "This Sesshoumaru is very bitter. But he chooses not to let the death of a human overcome him."

"Okay," Kagome kept glaring. Yes, he wanted to eat those fury filled eyes. They could be the appetizers, perhaps… "Your really bugging me with your third-person monologue."

"You seem upset with this Sesshoumaru. Any reason why?"

"AGH!" she screamed. "You're evil!"

He growled as her pure, blinding anger was mirrored onto him. Her anger seemed to completely encompass him, and as if he was thrown out of his body and into nothingness, he lost all control of his own body.

He watched in astonishment as his body rampaged throughout his bone castle without his aid. "What is going on?" he asked, and he was surprised that he spoke his words but he sounded like her.

His body destroyed pillars, and his magic that held the castle together began flying from the shattered pieces into his body. When she'd destroyed enough of the support columns, the entire place began shaking and quaking. "Stop this madness!" he told her.

But too late, the castle doomed to fall, and on them it seemed. Perhaps he had gone a little too far in his goading.

Her human body wouldn't hold up to the collapse of thousands of bones. His demon body most certainly would. Except even running seemed to not be an option, because he finally noticed the distance between them was choking her human body. That was a problem.

She would kill them both. Unless… He looked at the jewel in his…her hand. "Bloody hell," he muttered. The jewel was swirling with darkness in its core, as if knowing a demon spirit held it, not its true master. "Alright, you damn jewel." He said to it. "Switch our souls and send her home." The jewel glowed pure black and it obliged almost happily he thought.

End chapter.