DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA AND THE CHARACTERS OF THE SERIES. SOME PARS OF THE STORY WAS DERIVED FROM LORA LEIGH'S WOLF BREEDS NOVEL TITLED "AIDEN'S CHARITY". I ALSO DO NOT OWN THAT STORY. I JUST REALLY LIKE THESE STORIES.
Chapter One
Kagome was still confined to her cell when she heard the first wave of explosions. A look of worry crossed her face as she knew she had to escape as the explosions may affect her. But she was trapped with no escape and not to mention she was still in severe pain and bleeding after the scientist were finished with her for the day. It was a daily struggle as the scientist would examine and inject her with chemicals. At the moment they had inject something into womb and it was doing a good job of causing her pain. A sharp tug of pain she fell to the floor and curled into a fetal position. Her womb clenched painfully send shots of pain throughout her body. She moaned in pain curled tighter.
Suddenly the door to her room blew off in the wake of a nearby explosion. It right over her head and logged itself in the wall at the back of the room. A gust of heat and smoke soon enveloped the room.
Escape. It was all the reached her mind as she saw the opportunity to leave her room. She rose to her feet while ignoring the pain wreaking havoc on her body. She ran though the opening. Adrenaline pumping though her body she ran as fast as she could. Her eyes caught flashes of people struggling to escape too. They were fighting for their life. Some of them were the same people who experimented on. The cold uncared should have died in here for what they did to her.
Hiding in the shadows she momentarily stopped as she saw some youkis battling with the guards. She figured the explosions must have been the work of the youki. They must have been crawling around the front entrance of the building. If they saw her they probably would show no mercy. They never knew what she did for them. She was buried so deep undercover that only a handful knew her true intentions and not to mention she was the daughter the head scientist who was still pushing inhumane experiments on youkis. They probably would kill her on sight. Opting to turn back, she thought about using the back entrance. Possibly using the back tunnel. Wasn't ironic that was same tunnel she used to help youkis escape months ago and now it route be her escape from youkis and organization alike.
Still keeping to the shadows and running through secret tunnels she kept out of sight. Years ago she had made it a point of duty to get to know the secrets of the building and its staff. But that was before she was caught red handed trying to help the wolf youkis escape.
Kagome paid little attention to her nakedness, in the six months that she was admitted to the facility she was not allowed not even a stitch clothing. It was a share invasion of privacy and decimation of one's pride. As she traverse through the tunnels and corridors her attention was solely focused on escape ignoring the burning sensation in the soles of her feet as she rushed across the metal floors.
Chemicals exploded around her, broken electrical lines moved like a carnival as she rushed through the cavernous rooms. The adrenaline pumping through her system would only move the latest batch of drugs through her body that much quicker. She knew time was running out for her. When the full force of the artificial hormone hit her, she would be too weak, too helpless to protect or save herself.
The air around her heated as the flames became more intense. She could feel her feet burning, blistering from the scalding metal beneath them, and pushed herself to run faster, harder. If she could just reach the escape tunnel in time, then she knew safety would only be moments away.
The dim lighting from the batter-powered lamps engulfed the corridors in red eerie low obscuring clear and precise vision. Guided by her memory and obscured vision she navigated the corridor with sheer determination to escape. Soon clouds of smoke enveloped the tunnels and the sensation burning heat from the fire propelled her forward.
She fought for breath, feeling the weakness invading her body, knowing that time was something she didn't have and sure as hell couldn't steal this time. A ragged scream born of fury escaped her throat.
Surely her sacrifices wouldn't end in her own death, as she had always feared. She was so close, so close to freedom that she could taste it. Feel it. She gasped; hope blooming within her as she staggered through the marked exit. The floor was so hot she could feel the knifing pain searing through her ankles as it baked her flesh, but she could feel the cooling breeze on her face.
She had deceived the Council at every turn. Passed information, passed messages, fought for the tortured souls the bastards created, and prayed each day that some miracle would occur to halt the cloning and genetic experiments. But they never had. And each day she had prayed someone would come for her. Until the prayers slowly stopped, the hope strangled away, and she gave up.
Then she remember what she had done to Sesshoumaru maybe what happened after was just been bad karma. The remembrance he had left inside her had been her downfall .Her punishment. He had sworn she would pay, and she had paid in exacting measures over the years. In the last months, the payment had increased until she feared for her very sanity.
Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision as she struggled through the last tunnel. The countdown to the destruction of the facility was drawing close; the promise of final escape was so close. It would be far easier, to give up and become a casualty of the attack on the facility. But some part of her, some last shred of her survival instinct refused to let her surrender. She had to escape. She had to live. Though for what, she was no longer certain.
Finally, the deserted opening to the mountain loomed ahead. The drugs were pumping harder through her body now, weakening her legs, sending pain radiating through her abdomen. She clutched her stomach, fighting to ignore the torturous reaction of her body to the chemicals as she burst through the opening and into the clear night air beyond.
Explosions bloom around her as she screamed out in shock. A blast hot air propelled her even further from the opening of the tunnel. As soon as she landed her hands protectively covered her head as debris rained upon her.
Unable to stand she crawled desperately to the shelter of the trees. Cuts and bruises were now brandishing her skin as she crawled across the forest floor, the fragile rays of the moon to the dimmest light, making it nearly impossible to see now. Despite the flames behind her, the inferno bursting through the night sky, here darkness reigned. Cool, soothing, the night air whispered around her, safe and sheltering as she pushed herself through the jungle, forcing her body to put as much distance as possible between her and the exploding Labs.
The soft dirt beneath her lacerated feet was like daggers through her flesh as she kept moving. Always moving. Escape. Safety. She had fought for years to escape and had been too terrified of what would happen to those she fought to save. She would die, she swore, before she allowed them to take her back this time.
She was doomed now. They knew her secrets, knew the changes slowly occurring in her body. She was of little use to herself, and of no use to the Youkis she had tried to save for so long.
She stumbled into the jungle, her vision faint now as the drugs filled her body. Pain was a brutal reminder that at least she still lived, though why she fought to do so had become the question of the year. She should have given up months ago, she thought sadly. The brutal testing should have killed her, not to mention the stress of blood loss, and the forced transfusions of blood her body no longer wanted to accept.
She fell to her knees. The pain from the abrupt landing merely blended in with the rest of the agony flaring through. She gasped for breath, whimpering as she struggled to keep moving, crying out as she fought the overriding paranoia that the drugs induced. The sounds of the jungle were too loud; the screech of a bird, the shuffle of the wildlife in the brush.
Animals could smell blood. It brought out the scavengers and predators of the night looking for a handy meal. A sobbing laugh escaped her. She knew her scent, the smell of her tainted blood, would hold them back. Animals were often much smarter than their human enemies.
She couldn't force herself back to her feet. The weakness of her body was too draining, and it took more strength than she now possessed, so she crawled instead. It eased the pain in her feet, though the fire raging in her womb only grew worse. The incision made in her abdomen that morning was bleeding again. They could never truly halt the bleeding once the drugs were injected inside her.
She couldn't stop the pain, or the need. And in that need she whispered Sesshoumaru's name. When the drugs inside her reached their peak, she knew she screamed it out. Screamed and begged for ease, though none ever came. And the bastards who built on whatever Sesshoumaru had done to her so many years ago would only strap her to the metal bed, attach the probes to her body and make their little notes.
She hoped they met their just reward.
She stopped her body tightening as she gritted her teeth against the weakness that dropped her further to the ground. She could feel her juices dripping from her body, thick and hot from her greedy most private place. The arousal was more than she could bear now. Her body was hungry, starved for fulfillment, demanding a release that just didn't exist. For was she was sure beyond a doubt Sesshoumaru would never satisfy her.
"Sess…" she cried out his name, desperation born of fury, pain and fear echoing in the air around her. It hurt this need. The pounding fury of sexual hunger was unlike anything she could have imagined. It was worse than before. She tightened her thighs, fighting the pain of the arousal. It throbbed through every cell of her body, tightening her muscles to a screaming peak as her womb clenched in need. She could feel the blood running along her abdomen, the rippling pulse in her womb. Just her luck, she thought, she was going to bleed to death before she could ever effectively escape.
Before the scientist discovered her, she had been under their noses for years as they fought to find or to capture a Youki mate. They had kept the semen collected over the years, preserved for use, constantly watching for a candidate for their evil use. They had no idea she existed. No idea she had become bound to Sesshoumaru the day she had so foolishly swallowed his semen. But, boy, had they tried to make up for lost time after they found out.
She had messed up, allowed them to catch her aiding the Wolf Youkis. In some cruel twist of fate they checked her blood, and found what she had found years before. A hormone known only to the Inu Youkis and a high level of the aphrodisiac reported to run only through the blood of mated females was coursing through her body. From that moment on her life had become hell.
"Bastards." Her teeth gritted as her womb convulsed again.
She clamped her hand to the incision in her stomach, praying the bleeding wouldn't become severe again. Sometimes it did. Sometimes, she was certain she would die.
The sounds of gunfire, explosions and the screams of war could still be easily heard. Kagome breathed out wearily, knowing she had to move, she had to drag herself farther away from the fighting, the possibility of capture. She wanted rest and forget the horrors of what the bastards did to het. But time wasn't on her side, and sleep was only a prayer.
She dragged herself to her hands and knees and forced her body to move. Just a little farther, she promised herself.
"Going somewhere, Kagome?" She froze. Still on hands and knees, her eyes widened as a pair of boots and long muscular legs came into view.
Her gaze lifted. Up, over the shadowed expanse of tight thighs, a hard abdomen, a wide chest. His face was dark; his shimmering golden eyes were staring intensely at her.
"Excuse me. Girls night out," she gasped as her womb shuddered again, peaking with pain, as though his scent called to her arousal.
She fought to change course, knowing she was caught, knowing there was no hope. He moved to counter her.
"You're in heat," he growled. She heard the fury throbbing in his voice and remembered his last vow to her. She shivered in dread.
She leaned against the thick trunk of a tree, sitting down wearily. She knew she was going into shock.
She held her hand to her abdomen, feeling the blood that eased past the incision. She didn't bother to answer his accusation. There was no denying her arousal, or her depleted strength.
"So sue me." She leaned her head against the tree, watching as he hunched down in front of her, his
body so tempting that if she had the strength she would have attacked him then and there.
"Go away, I don't need your help."
She needed his sex. There was a difference. Deep inside her. She whimpered as she felt her vagina pulse more of her thick juices to her thighs. Glory be, she needed to be sexed. She hated the thought of dying, so aroused, and unsatisfied.
"Was I offering to help you?" he asked her, his voice a bit too cold. Then he paused. She watched his head tilt, heard him inhale roughly.
"Kagome, you're bleeding." His voice had changed, edged with reluctant concern.
"I'm dying, Sesshoumaru," she whispered then, sadly. She would never know his touch, never know satisfaction.
She heard his indrawn breath, and wondered how he could smell the blood over the scent of raging lust.
"Not yet, you're not," he bit out, moving so quickly she could only cry out as he swung her into his arms, against the hard warmth of his chest. "You won't escape me that easily, Kagome."
God, his body was hard, hot. One arm looped around his neck, the other pressed to her abdomen as she fought to stem the blood welling from the wound there.
She inhaled his scent, so wild and clean, as her breast brushed against the fabric of his shirt.
"I need you," she whimpered against his neck, the painful lust overcoming common sense or any shred of modesty.
She was naked in his arms, and he was hot and aroused. She could smell his arousal as well. There was a stormy, primal scent that wrapped around her, edging her own lusts higher.
He grunted in response but did not answer her earlier statement.
"You owe me," she cried out bleakly.
"You do, Sesshoumaru. You owe me. Please make it stop hurting." she continued to cry desperately as a frown marred Sesshoumaru's face.
His arms tightened around her, his pace increasing as she moved against his chest. She was in need. The lightning flashes of aroused pain were torturous, worse than they had ever been before.
He was striding through the jungle, moving at a rapid pace, holding her snugly to him, sharing his heat, his strength. Beneath her hand the blood flowed from her body. She could feel the chilling weakness washing over her and knew that this time she would not survive the loss of blood. She had lost too much, and the transfusions took too long for her body to accept. She would escape in death. What he had sought so many years before had now come to her.
"Can I sleep now, Sesshoumaru? I'm very tired," she asked him faintly as she felt the weakness closing over her.
She heard him curse. The sound was dark, deadly. The scientists had once again stolen what he believed was his. It started with his control, and now his vengeance.
She allowed her head to fall to his chest, a smile to shape her lips. And on a silent breath she whispered goodbye as darkness stole over her.