Chapter 2

Sango turned around, searching to meet who's ever glare she felt. It was hard to make out any certain person's face due to the constant motion of the dancing. Was she imagining it? She swiftly returned around, gripping the bottle within her hands. "Sango, at least give the drink a chance," Kagome giggled, mistaking Sango's search for being afraid to drink. She glanced down at the beverage within her hands and she realized she no longer felt watch, "Alright.." she said popping the cap off and tentatively lifting it to her lips. She closed her eyes and mimicked Kagome's movement. She tossed her head back and let the beer go down her throat. It tasted…awful. It burned as it went in her mouth, and she began to cough. She heard Kagome began to laugh, "Sango, ignore the taste and keep drinking!" Her speech was already slightly beginning to slur, "Drink it, man I paid for it."

Sango grimaced as guilt washed over her, kagome always spent her hard earn money on others, and she took another sip. She shuddered at the taste but continued to drink it down.. Or would have if not for the prickling sensation. She turned around once more, her gaze connecting to one with dark indigo eyes. The man wore a light red shirt beneath a black jacket that matched his black slacks and he was simply the most handsome man she had ever seen. His jet black hair was pulled back at his neck into a pony tail and it fell over his sun kissed skin. His features were rugged…wild. He was in the far corner of the club sitting at a table with a drink that was untouched… simply staring at her.

Glaring, she realized. His expression was harsh, and his mouth was pulled into a tight frown. His jaw clenched. Was he angry? Angry at her?

"Nonsense," she thought, "He doesn't have a reason to be." She never met this beautiful man before, she would surely have remembered him. No one could forget a face like that…

Heat flooded her face as she realized she was ogling him. Even if he was handsome she was rudely staring at him.. She quickly turned around on the stool to face her already drunk friend who was laughing at the salt and pepper shakers.

"But he's still staring at you," she thought several moments later. It was beginning to feel uncomfortable just sitting there, "Kagome I'm going to find a restroom." She said to her friend. Kagome was hunched over, her hands covering her mouth and her eyes twinkled with merriment.

Her only response was slurred words she couldn't make out and more laughter. It would seem Kagome was a major lightweight. As she stood she risked a glance from beneath her lashes toward the man. But to her surprise.. He was no longer there. The table was empty, even the drink was gone. How strange. Her eyes danced around the club searching for the bathroom. A bright neon blue sign led her toward the corner opposite where the man's table was.

It was difficult walking through a crowd like this. "Watch it!" a snobby voice yelled as she bumped into a girl with blonde hair. "S-sorry," Sango muttered. Wherever she walked people were colliding into her.

"Finally!" she thought as she made it out of the crowd and into the restroom. The music was shushed the moment the door closed.

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Sango slowly walked to the mirror above the sinks and she took in her reflection. Her hair was slightly messy, whipped everywhere. Her skin was flushed a light pink and dark circles were already beginning to form under her eyes. Sango's work never allowed her much sleep, so she was always somewhat tired and it showed in her appearance. She sighed, reaching into her pocket and pulled out a rubber band to tie her hair back.

She usually never had it down like this and she gratefully tied it back.

Sango grasped a silver knob, twisting it to turn the water on and she bent her head to splash cold water into her face. The door opened and she heard someone walk in, but she didn't bother to see who it was. But as the door shut behind whoever walked in clicked, she stopped wiping the water residue off her face. There was a strange presence in the atmosphere. She couldn't describe it, it was almost demonic...

The figure stepped close behind her and she looked up into the mirror. Fear shot up her, it was a man. One she hadn't seen before. His skin was tanned and his brown hair was pulled into a pony tail up high on his head. Unlike the man at the table, he wasn't nearly as attractive. Everything about him seemed brutal, from his built arms to the powerful muscles in his chest. He looked built for destruction.

His ears were pointed, much like an elf, she realized. A demon? His eyes were a sinister mirrored blue and his mouth pulled back into a grin revealing a set of porcelain fangs. They looked like they could cut through metal. "We've been looking for you," he growled softly, licking his lips. He brought his hand up and gathered a strand of her hair as he leaned forward to sniff it. His eyes closed as he smirked.

He had claws, longer than any normal person's finger nails. He couldn't be human… But Demons usually never came to human clubs. What did he want? She froze, as he spoke again, "You have no idea how long I've searched for you." His right hand shot out and wrapped around her front, crushing her into his chest. "What are you-" she gasped as he buried his face into her neck ,inhaling her scent. Fear had her frozen in place. She felt his teeth scrape against her skin and she stiffened from pain. His left hand reach behind his back, and he pulled a syringe out of his back pocket, from what she could see from the mirror, It was filled with a dark green liquid. Was it poison? "Now if you be quiet it'll all be over with quicker than you know it" he paused, "If it were up to me, I'd have my fun with you.. But not today." As his words left his mouth, he pressed him pelvis into her bottom and she could feel his hard erection pressed against her back. It was menacing.

Her blood ran cold, he…. He intended to inject it into her. "Hell no!" she thought despite her fear, "A demon is not going to put some strange liquid into my system." As he brought it up to her jugular her defensive instincts came forth. Without even having to think about it, She brought her foot down hard onto his and rammed her elbow sharply into his stomach. He let out a pained gasp and his hold on her loosened. She squirmed out of his hold and turned around bringing her knee directly between his legs. It connected and his breath left him in an "Uhh!" The demon sank to the floor and he cursed loudly. "Bitch!" he snarled, "You're going to pay for that!"

But Sango had no intention of staying to face the consequence and she jumped up passed him and ran to the door, avoiding his hands as they swiped out to grab her legs. She flew to the door, turning the lock as she swung the door wide open. She didn't look back as she ran out shoving everyone that came in her way. Like usual, not one of the many people dancing looked at her, even with the look of panic in her eyes. "Help me!" she yelled, but no one answered her. "Please," she tried again, "There's a man after me!" She had to get kagome and get out. Fast! As she ran up the bar, Kagome was no longer sitting on the stool. "Excuse me," she yelled at the bartender, his name tag read 'Jakotsu, "What happened to the girl that was sitting here?" His pink shirt was unbuttoned almost halfway to his stomach. A flower pinned his hair back from his eyes, and he looked like he had a bit of makeup on.

The man eyed her before speaking, his voice to feminine for a straight man, "You mean the drunk one?" Great Kagome must have drunk more after Sango departed from her.

"Yes! Where is she?" her eyes looked around wildly, hoping…praying the demon hadn't come out of the bathroom yet.

He let out a long sigh, "Well she left with a man with an adorable set of dog ears… such a waste," he held his hands together, his eyes gazing off dreamily, "They're long gone by now." She flinched at the longing in his voice. Apparently he wanted to be in Kagome's place. This wasn't normal. Kagome never left with a guy without telling Sango. Wait… had Kagome left with a demon? "Did you say dog ears?" she began.

"You're friends safe," came a different voice. Sango turned slowly as she faced the man from before… The beautiful man. His eyes… oh lord.. His eyes. They were a strange color of blue-violet, neither color blending with the other but standing alone, and so erotically seductive she felt the pull of his gaze all the way to her bones. They were framed by long charcoal eyelashes that cast spiky shadows down his grim face. His beard stubble dusted along his bottom jaw and he looked down at her. Sango's head barely reached his shoulders, her stomach fluttered and her knees suddenly felt unstable.

There was something wild about him, something untamed and savage, a deceptively calm glint in his expression that said he did whatever the hell he pleased, whenever the hell he wanted. And as she stared at him, he stared at her. He studied her face, searing arousal flickering in those magnificent eyes of his, deepening and mixing the blue-violet to a smoldering indigo.

Sango moistened her lips, her mouth watering, her stomach clenching. She swayed away from him slightly, "What do you want." She said it like a statement more than a question. But he didn't answer her either way.

He seemed no less angry then he did from before and his gaze scanned their surroundings… searching for something. "Come with me," he said, his voice a husky whisper that drifted over the small distance, as intoxicating and heady as an erotic caress. His hand snaked around her waist and he began to walk toward the exit. She jumped away from him, "Hell no, I'm going home. Alone!" she attempted to stride past him but he stepped in front of her, "No." His tone was aggravated but simply more beautiful than anything she ever heard and for a moment she forgot all about the demon and what was happening. She forgot to move. Forgot to breathe.

His hand firmly grabbed her forearm but she tugged away, furious that this was happening to her, she turned to Jakotsu "Don't just stand there. Call Security!" But his attention was turned toward a man at the other side of the bar.

"Look," the beautiful man snapped, "Don't make a scene. You need to get out of here. I'm not going to hurt you." His grip on her arm tighten and he dragged her closer to the door. The door opened in front of them and a gust of wind blew his jacket back revealing a silver gun, attached to his pants. OK… she was not going to leave with a man, gorgeous or not, who had a weapon. "Let me go!" she screamed, "Someone help me!" But her cry for help was lost in the sea of noise.

Sango wiggled around, trying to pull away. Across the club, she saw the demon from the bathroom catch sight of her and began to make his way toward them. He looked like he wanted to kill her, and if she didn't get away fast he might be able to. "Defensive instincts," she thought frantically, what if this beautiful man was working with that demon? There was no way she could face them both at the same time.

"Hey!" she said to him, and the moment he turned around she pulled her arm back and thrust forward. Her knuckles connected with his jaw and his head whipped to the side. She brought her arm back again, and threw her arm forward with all her might as it collided with his nose. There was a sickening crunch and her whole body vibrated from the force of the blow.

"Fuck!" he yelled as blood sprayed from his nose and he reached up with the hand opposite of holding her to cradle his now broken feature. This was her chance, Sango twisted her arm around until his grasp on her was loosen completely, and she pulled back. She was so glad she went with kagome to those self defense classes. "Freedom!" she thought happily as she pushed passed him, and out the door. She turned around long enough to see the surprised look on his face. A face that was not what she expected. A face that made her hesitate for the slightest moment. Their eyes locked, and she felt a strange jolt. God's breath…he was the most ruggedly handsome man she'd ever seen… But wasn't he trying to kidnap her? "Stop, come back!" she heard him yell but she was already gone.

Hojo was standing where he was when they first came here, accepting money from people to let them in, and he turned around looking at her frighten features, "Sango, what' wrong?" She almost tripped as she hurried to him, "Did you see Kagome leave?" she asked between breaths, she grasped at his tuxedo pulling him to her, her eyes looking around wildly.

His eyes were sad as he said, "Yeah she left like ten minutes ago with a man. She looked totally trashed." Kagome must be so out of it, she probably doesn't know who she was with.

But She didn't bother to stay and tell him what was happening, and she ran to the curb searching for a taxi. The club door opened and she heard a women yell, "Hey watch it!" Oh no…

Sango turned around as the beautiful man from before staggered out, he brought a hand up, which she hadn't noticed was gloved, and wiped away the blood that seeped onto his mouth. Dark purple bruises were already beginning to form below his eyes. But as soon as he exited, the demon came out right behind him. "Get back here!" he yelled at her, shoving a couple out of his way to where she stood to frightened to move. He snarled out loudly, his fangs barred. Before Sango could registered what was happening, the beautiful man swung his leg out so fast as the demon trampled passed him and he tumbled to the ground with a large crashing thud. The demon shot up instantly, confused as to what was happening, and swerved around facing the man, who pulled out his silver gun.

Sango screamed, covering her ears, as three shots rang out. The crowd began to yell in panic and scatter away from the scene. "I guess they aren't on the same side," she thought as the man began to shoot at the tanned skinned demon. One whizzed passed the demon's arm and another sliced into his leg. Flesh tore and he screamed in pain, falling back into a teenage boy who was attempting to escape from the shootout. She could see Hojo just standing there, and she prayed he would run away so he couldn't get hurt.

She didn't want to stay and find out what happened next to the two so she turned, running in front of a bright yellow viper. It screeched to a stop and honked loudly. she ran to the passenger side, flinging it open. She flung herself into the car without evening bothering to ask. Heavy metal was playing seemed louder than the club's, and a boy who seemed about her age turned toward her with a face of total shock and white hot anger. But she didn't care, slamming the door shut behind her and locking it.

"What the fuck do you think your doing? Get the fuck out of my car!" Sango looked up to see the man run toward her, a 'don't you dare' expression played across his face, the demon was limping at his heals. "Drive! Please drive!" she yelled as she pulled a seat belt over her chest, "Now! Go!" A bullet smacked against the window, cracking it and they both screamed. The driver shouted several curses, "I'm calling the cops, my windshield looks like a fucking spider web!"

She dared a peek out the window, both the demon and the man were coming toward her, and now she saw each of them had a gun. "She belongs to me!" the demon yelled. "Fuck you," snarled the man, his expression held total rage. The driver had been nudging her arm the entire time, trying to get her out of the car, but she maintained a death grip on his dashboard, "Oh my god, drive you idiot!"

"No I said get out of my fucking car lady!"

"Drive!" she yelled more desperate then ever," "and I'll make sure you have sex tonight!" she finished before she realized what she was saying. His foot immediately hit the gas peddle and the car jerked into motion leaving the beautiful man standing behind in the road with a furious expression.