Disclaimer: It's not mine, just like so many other awesome things in the world.

Chapter One

Kagome scrubbed the countertop for the tenth time. She was looking for any excuse to forget that she was working alone in the crummy little truck stop restaurant at two in the morning.

Normally she didn't mind working the midnight hours over the weekends. She got paid time and a half and spent it messing around with Megumi, the other girl that worked there. Tonight though, she had had to go home for a family emergency and Kagome had been left to man the fort.

She was glad that most the time they never got any customers. The restaurant, "Gas 4 You," not only didn't sound appealing, it didn't look it either. The interior was painted a gaudy yellow and the lights flickered occasionally and never ceased humming. The stools and booths were covered with ripped, cheap, plastic that was vomit brown.

A collective "moo" from the demon cows across the street made her jump. Kagome laughed at herself. She looked out to see their glowing three eyes staring back. They were dairy demon cows; very friendly and dumb as rocks. Their milk was exactly the same as a normal cow's. The only difference was that they ate less and lived longer. Enough people didn't' think it was true that farmers could still make a living off of regular cows. The herd across the street was actually a mix of the two bovines.

Another group "moo" made her giggle. She waved her fingers at them and smiled. On her breaks during the day she liked to go over to their pasture and pet them as they rubbed their wet noses against her affectionately.

They mooed at her again and then they all scampered off. She could see the cloud of visible breath left behind; reminding her how cold it was outside.

Now that the reassuring glow from their three eyes was gone, Kagome was filled with anxiety. She was getting ready to clean the counter top for the eleventh time when a dingle from the bell over the door and a blast of freezing air made her look up.

A man was standing in the doorway and the dark of the night seemed to cling to him.

A/N: This story just kind of came...I couldn't sleep one night and I picked up a pencil and notebook and instead of doodling, I started writing. I'm not sure where it's going, though I have a vague idea of what I want to happen.

I really need to work on my summaries...