Chapter 2.
The Lie
It smelled of death. That was the first thing Sango noticed when she came in the house. She heard a strange noise and her eyes shot open the room was filled with portraits and pictures the one that caught her attention was a huge painting of a very happy looking couple it was Miroku and… her mother why was she on the portrait she had died when she was born and… the necklace she had it on she looked at Miroku his eyes looked straight at her then at the painting they grew sad,
"She fell in love with you're father after I told you what im about to tell you… I don't blame you if you run away….I gave her that necklace… Sango im way older than I look im actually 2000 years old Sango im…im" he stopped and looked down for a moment when he looked back up there were tears in his eyes
"Im a Vampire Sango ive been one since I was blooded by a mad vampire he then was killed by the other vampires" tears had began to descend done his face Sango looked at the portrait and then at him
"I…I don't care if you're a Vampire Roku I…I love you no matter what you are" Miroku turned to her and smiled he hugged her with all his might and she laughed a real laugh not the fake ones she did with her father or Karanouske but a real one it quickly got caught of when she felt lips on her own it felt like it lasted for hours when it really lasted minutes.
When they stopped he grabbed her hand softly and led her to a door it was an oak tree door with a gold handle he opened it and it was a bedroom the bed was for two and it was a royal blue its pillows looked fluffed the walls were a dark blue there were burning candles in the room and also some champagne bottles in a opened cupboard with two glasses and strawberry's were in a bowl on a bedside table.
Miroku led her to the bed and dropped her stuff on a chair. He pulled out a champagne bottle and poured some for both of them in the glasses.
"Here it's not something I usually drink but this is a special occasion... to … our love" Miroku drank some of the champagne Sango looked at him and then drank some herself she felt tired and after both of them drinking they're glasses they laid on the bed.
Miroku wrapped his arms around Sango's waist and quickly fell asleep. Sango looked at Miroku's sleeping face and she cuddled closer and fell into a deep sleep.
When Sango woke up she noticed that Miroku was gone she saw a note on his pillow and a white rose. The note read.
Dear Sango,
Im am currently either taking a shower or cooking breakfast the bathroom is behind the door to you're left it has anything you want to use so come on in
With Love,
Miroku
Sango went to the bathroom, the door she hadn't noticed before probably because it was in a corner it went with the wall. She opened the door and her eyes widened everything made out of gold pure gold. There were some fresh apples on a mantle piece next to the bath, which was strangely full of water with bubbles it smelled of cinnamon she quickly undressed and entered the bath.
It felt so relaxing as if all her soreness from yesterdays climbing out the window was slipping away as if was never there. Closing her eyes for a little moment she heard someone knocking on the door she looked up and saw an old woman shuffling through the room grabbing Sango's old clothes and replacing them with some new clothes.
Slipping out of the bath she slowly out on the dress. Sango looked at the woman and smiled, she slowly left the room leaving the room she slept in looking around and smiling remembering how Miroku held her. Walking towards the kitchen following signs saying 'this way'. Rolling her eyes, at his silly attempt to make her life 'better'. She got to the kitchen and her eyes widened Miroku was their and Kuranouske was holding a knife to his throat.
