CHAPTER 3

The Angel from my Nightmare

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When Kagome got home, the sun was starting to set. She passed the gate security, who greeted her politely – as always.

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She climbed the steps up to the enormous front doors to the small mansion they lived in, the butler greeted her politely – as always.

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To each person she passed she nodded and continued up the stairs to her bedroom. Her body was aching from her burst of exercise today. She must have imagined it all, maybe she fell backwards when she got a fright from the car? That must be it…

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"Excuse me, miss," a small, soft voice came from behind her,

"Yes, Kaede?" Kagome smiled politely, turning slowly,

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Kagome was a little taller than Kaede. Even though she is starting to hunch over in her old age, she continued to insist on being Kagome's nursemaid. She had been in this position for as long as Kagome could remember.

Kaede was taken into her family as a younger woman about twenty years ago. Her utter lack of living relatives forcing her to keep taking care of herself. Kaede had a beautiful sister about fifty years ago; if she remembered correctly. A sister whom, Kagome had been told, had looked a lot like Kagome. Only she was much more stoic than Kagome had been. Well until her recent loss of life she presumed.

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"Miss, you need to eat," Kaede's workworn hands offered a tray with food and a glass of orange juice,

It had cheeses and cold meats and a variety of fruits on it. Her stomach growled, and she blushed. Kaede only smiled warmly,

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"Maybe later,"

"Alright, miss," Kaede continued after Kagome in her slow pace, her long grey ponytail swayed slowly from side to side. As they entered Kagome's bedroom, Kaede set the food on a small table inside; a little bit too far to the right of the table. Kagome had to restrain herself for fixing it immediately. Kaede's sigh was becoming worse in her right eye; Kagome made a mental note to remind her mother to send Kaede for more tests.

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"Please eat," she tugged a strand of Kagome's hair behind her ear, bringing her back to her reality and then slowly left. Kagome pulled at the hood, trying to cover her face more.

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Kagome sighed, staring blankly across her room.

She was very glad that her mother, as well as Kaede, never allowed Hojo in here.

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This was her only haven left on the grounds, except for the stables.

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Hojo hated the stables. He hated the stinky animals that lived in their own filth. But he was quick to tell people what beautiful, magnificent beasts they were…

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"He's the beast," she mumbled to herself.

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As Kagome moved towards her bed, a glimmer from the curtain caught her eye. Frowning she walked closer.

With a hard tug, she opened one heavy curtain.

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The sky was alit in brilliant oranges, reds and yellows.

The sun was setting in the hills that surrounded their area.

Harsh contrasts painted the once blue sky. It was stunning.

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Kagome walked onto the balcony and leaned against the rail.

A smile was tugging at her lips as the warm breeze was turning cooler for the evening. It removed her hood from her head and her hair blew in the wind.

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This reaction was such an amazing surprise that she started giggling softly to herself. After her encounter the night before, with the mysterious intruder, it felt like her very skin had come alive again.

Not a hundred percent, but yes, she was definitely more alive than she remembered being.

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As Kagome basked in the scene before her, she did not notice the golden eyes watching her from a nearby tree on their property; a tree close to the stables.

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Her scent hit his nose with a bang as he felt the need for her build again in his stomach. He noticed now, with colour on her face that she was very beautiful, or could be if she ate once in a while. She was too skinny for his liking.

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Then, he felt it again; the unfamiliar need he had not felt in nearly fifty years. He growled; annoyed with himself. He needed to sate these needs she was causing and fast; or it would be the end of him.

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… His need for sexual release, as well as his need to kill …

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When the sun was but a soft bed light in the distance, Kagome noticed a stir by the stables. The horses sounded upset.

"Horses are scared of anything," she mumbled to herself,

She remembered how a small rabbit had infiltrated the stables once and set the horses on a craze. She smiled and decided to go see what fluffiness was upsetting them this time.

She felt like she had a little bit more energy after her awakening.

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Kagome found it odd that the door to the stable was ajar; especially during the early evening. All the staff had gone home by now, and this should have been locked up.

She placed the keys into her pocket again, and with a sigh, she pushed the door open.

All the horses looked up at her and calmed immediately.

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"Hey babies," she cooed as best she could,

It was getting cold in the stables. She decided to go switch on the electric heating her mother had installed. Why use up a fortune if they weren't going to use the technology?

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She moved to the farthest wall and started her slow climb up the ladder to the electronics room. The room was alive with a small buzz. There were monitors connected to cameras all over the stables and lights and dials and a whole bunch of stuff she did not quite understand.

She found the newest switch labelled "heating" and switched it to the first of five settings. She did not want the horses getting sick.

She gave the room a once over and could have sworn in the corner of the one screen, was a silver glow. She shrugged it off as exhaustion or a camera flare.

She closed the door, turning to leave but was stopped dead in her tracks…

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There was her intruder, the angel in her nightmare. He was standing taller; in the shadows of a post. She could tell it was him from the silver mane and big golden eyes.

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"Hello there," a soft smile tugged at her lips, she was not going insane, and it was making her feel so much better. A soft growl escaped his throat, scaring the horses.

His eyes flicked in their direction very quickly, before finding her eyes again.

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Kagome was standing very still, and for moment forgot how to breathe. Last night he was making very strange, animalistic noises, but tonight he looked more… normal. Unlike the predatory stance he took the night before, he looked like he was studying her reaction.

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"It is rather cold in here?" oh good, she found her voice,

"Wouldn't you rather want to go inside?" she held her hand out to him, palm up, like you would with a feral animal,

A threatening growl escaped his fangs, setting the horses in an uproar of fear, making her jerk her hand back.

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"Inside there won't be anything drawing unnecessary attention?" she tried, pointing towards the horses,

Besides, dying in a stable was not her idea of going,

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"Come with me," she held out her hand to him again, and with a bark like growl he was gone.

"Alright then," she exhaled a long, painful breath.

She went down the ladder and out the stable, patting each horse as she went.

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When Kagome got back to her room it was colder.

She took of her sneakers and dropped them by the door. She was not in the mood for L'Air du Equestrian all over her room.

She pulled off her hoody, along with her shirt in one go, her pants followed shortly, only tripping her and she fell to her knees.

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"OH FOR FUC-" she swallowed hard when looking up from the bare feet in front of her face, she followed them up jean clad – very muscular – legs, good hips, up a slightly ripped black shirt, and into the golden eyes of her angel.

She frowned, sitting back on her knees, staring up at a very handsome, stoic face, surrounded by a silver mane.

His sclera was a dark pink, instead of red.

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Kagome tried finding her voice, but nothing came out. He was the most handsome young man she had ever seen.

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He bends at the knees, squatting down to her level; and looking straight into her eyes. He seemed to recognise her, but she had never seen him before, or thought she did not. The tingle in the back of her mind returned for a second. It disappeared as soon as he reached out, taking a strand of her hair in his hand and bringing it to his nose; inhaling deeply.

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A soft purr followed his eyes closing. Her gasp made him open his eyes and stare at her.

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He crawled over her slowly until his legs was on either side of her, and their faces dangerously close. The twinge between her legs sprang back to life, lighting a fire in her belly. She noticed three slight, purple streaks on each of his cheeks.

They where still sitting, him straddling her.

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His eyes were very serious and still on her, and before Kagome realized what she was doing, she brought one hand up to his chest, and he flinched, but otherwise did not move. His eyes showed surprise.

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She slowly ran her hand down his chest.

How was she so bold?

As soon as her fingers skimmed his hard stomach, a loud growl escaped his throat, both her hands was pinned above her head, caught in one of his large ones.

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"Don't," he chocked gruffly,

"All right?" she was pinned under his weight, just like the night before.

And just like the night before, she felt his growing member pressing into her stomach.

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He bent his head down, nuzzling the nape of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. He grew harder against her stomach, making her squirm underneath him. His hot breath on her naked skin was sending shivers down her spine and making her nipples harden painfully.

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His free hand was supporting his weight next to her head.

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Here she was, Kagome Higurashi, at the end of her weekend away from her nightmare she called life, only to be pinned to the floor by the most handsome young man she had ever seen, for the second night in a row. Except tonight, she was in her underwear!

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"Oh good gawd," she moaned breathlessly as she felt his sharp fangs nipping at her ear; she tried grinding herself against him, the need between her thighs where getting too intense, but he was subduing her tonight.

He continued nipping at her jaw line, moving to her chin. As hard as she was trying, she couldn't hold back the moans he was creating in her. She tried bucking herself into him again, to feel any contact, to ease the need.

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"Please," she was begging?

"Please," oh gawd, yes, she was

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When her assailant shifted his weight in order to use his free hand, she seized the opportunity to press her hips into his hips; hard. A hiss escaped him as she managed to get one hand loose and into his hair.

She took hold of his neck and brought him down to her. Her mouth found his and she kissed him with a hunger she never thought she could have. Grinding her womanhood against his member was easing a bit of the bittersweet pain.

His free hand found her face; he cupped her cheek and fought her tongue for dominance. His thumb stroked her skin as he pressed back against her. Her moans made him shiver. He let go of her hands, encircled her waist with his arm and rolled them over.

Her mouth was as hungry for him, as his insatiable need was for… her?

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Her other hand also found his face, cupping both sides of his face, she held him there. Their kiss was feverish, intense and primal. Her hands moved to his neck, using her new vantage point, she pulled him closer to her. She felt their kissing deepen, as well as in hunger. Then she realised she was straddling him, she broke the kiss to sit up straight on top of him. He reached up to her, attempting to grab her and change positions. But when she grabbed his wrists, he stopped,

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"NO!" she said sternly, surprise in both their eyes,

'What the hell are you doing?' she scolded herself,

but she didn't care. She had never felt a lust like this before, and never had a man beneath her, and gawd dammit she was not letting this chance go.

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He stilled under her, a rough chuckle escaping him,

"Oh really, little miko?" he sounded daring? Even playful?

"Yes!" if only she felt as confident as she sounded,

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She rocked her hips once, and his sharp intake made his head drop back to the floor. She did it again, feeling sharp nails digging into her hips. She rocked them again, and found herself on her back, being pinned under her dangerous angel. The halo of silver hair hung around their faces like a private curtain.

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"Oh silly, little miko," he traced a sharp nail along her jaw and neck, leaving a thin trail of blood, he licked it better, making her squirm underneath him again.

"Just do it," she begged – again,

"So eager to die, aren't you," his rough voice like hot honey over her nerves again,

"Very," she breathed, knowing full well he intended to end her life after having her,

"Very well then," he nipped his way down her body again, ripping her bra and panties.

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He took her in as he slowly undid his jeans; dropping them enough to show that he was commando underneath. His stomach was solid, flat muscle underneath his back shirt.

She swallowed hard, wishing she had more time to admire this man in all his naked glory. But she wanted out of her life, and if this was the last thing she would remember before she died, she would be the happiest girl in the world.

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"This is going to hurt," her own voice more a statement than a question,

"Maybe," he seemed concerned about her – but maybe she was romanticizing too much,

He lay on top of her again, brushing some strands from her head, dipping his mouth to her neck again. He nipped at her soft skin, feeling her heart beating, making her skin pulse.

His hot member lined at her all too ready entrance. He held her gaze sternly, her eyes big, grey, her face flushed. Her breath was hard and shuddering with her body. She looked beautiful. As he started pressing his hips forward, feeling the warmth of her about to envelop him, voices outside the door made them both freeze.

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Their eyes found each other for a second, and he was gone again.

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He left her hot and heaving on the floor. She scrabbled to her feet as soon as she saw the door handle moving, and dove into the bathroom.

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"Kagome, are you all right?" her mother walked into the room,

"Just going to take a shower mom!" she called from the bathroom,

Mrs. Higurashi stepped inside. She pinched her nose at the smell of horses and something else she could not quite place.

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"I was just worried, dear," her mother started, looking at the open curtains,

"The security has picked up suspicious behavior in the system yesterday, as well as today… so I came straight home from my trip," she continued scanning the room, but not exactly sure why,

"Oh?" she tried sounding confused, but knew full well what was happening,

"I cannot say I have noticed anything-" she looked at the torn clothes from the night before and the torn underwear still hanging onto her body,

"- anything strange,"

"Must have been a malfunction then. Spend a fortune on the crap and it does not even work," she sighed heavily,

"Well then, good night, dear,"

"Good night mom,"

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