sorry... things came up. this story is going to be a sesshkag fic. Sorry to all those who wanted it to be inukag
disclaimer: I don't own inuyasha & company... nor H.I.M.
Exiting the Nickleson house hold was easy, seeing as everyone inside lay face down with bullet holes maring their body. I smirked at how simple and quick the massacre had taken place. I was getting better. I strolled casually to my car. I had left the doors unlocked, so I just opened the door and soundlessly lowered myself inside. I turned the key in the ignition and pulled a fast 'U' turn with skill. I left the driveway, and pulled onto the street in a quiet neighborhood.
A laugh bubbled in my throat as I thought of the faces of the neighbors when they discover the bodies. He was such a good man would be uttered as a front, but everyone would know of the skeletons hidden in the darkest depths of his closet. I let the laugh escape my throat.. The song Killing Lonliness swirling around me. Pulling me into a dreary waltz.
Funny, love was something foreign to me, but I knew much about killing and lonliness, and I have to say this song describes the feeling. The soft sensuous caress, of blood shed, and the last pleas for life. Bargaining with a murderer... an assassin, was the kiss of death. People groveling for their life, nothing made me sicker. I couldn't stand to look upon their weak faces.
A dark cloud began to grow in my mind, clouding my vision, and making me numb. The reason for the madness in my mind, goes unknown by me. And the darkness I see when I close my eyes is what makes it easy to pull the trigger. Their are others of course, I have met very few. People of my breed tend to keep to themselves. They vary from demons to humans. For demons covering our tracks is easy if we use weapons, such as guns. Police would expect a demon to use their own force, their hands... I guess they think we are that barbaric. But I know one thing tomorrow when the bodies are found they won't be looking for a dog demon who appears to live a decent life.
Exeedung the speed limit, I sped through. Taking quiet back streets to my studio apartment. I pulled the car along side the curb, got out and took the stairs slowly to my apartment. I reached the door, partly submersed in darkness. I pushed the key in and entered the room as quietly as if I were on another job. I kicked my shoes off and set them side by side by the door.
In a way, you could say that no one knows where I live. No ones ever been in and no one has ever come to visit. My family couldn't wait to disown me. After my mother died, there was nothing stopping my father from dumping me and finding some whore he could fuck at will. It wasn't long before the dark grew in my mind, expanding and soon clouding my thoughts. I had tried to push it away but it was a fight I was sorely losing, so I found it easier to except the darkness, the cold than to fight it and I had come to like the numb, dead feeling it gave me. Anything was better than the pain.
I went to bed early, which was unusual for I normally stay up; accomplish thing I'm normally to fogged to do. But early for me is 5:00 AM.
I woke up at 4 o'clock that evening. My stomach growled but I brushed it off. I got up, and headed for the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, and brushed my long hair. It would be easier to stay hidden if I didn't have this silver hair. Still, looking at myself I noticed nothing about me was sutble. Long silver hair, golden eyes, high cheek bones, oh, andpurple stripes across both cheeks. Damn, I'm surprised I haven't been caught yet.
I pulled my hair into a pony tail and changed into some clothes. Black turtle neck, dark jeans, and black shoes. I grabbed my keys off the counter, and headed out the door. Not bothering to even lock the door. I decended the stairs slowly and pulled open the door to my car. I put the car in reverse, whipped it around, and took off. The fog would soon be gone, in a few hours I'd be alive again.