A few nights later, Sango decided to make herself known to the man. After feasting on a woman early in the night, she strode slowly out onto the street near the inn, her cheeks flush from the fresh kill. The man walked slowly though the double doors, his hands clenched around his coat as his eyes searched around him. No doubt he was looking for her.
She looked over him for a few moments, his eyes catching her gaze as his mouth fell open slightly. She smirked as she turned away, floating slowly down the street as he chased after her. Though she herself was walking slowly, her steps were actually twice as fast and an ordinary mortal. The man was nearly sprinting just to be within a few feet of her. She smirked as she began to run, her already quick pace doubling as she sped down the sidewalk.
Miroku gaped after her, his chest clenching as he picked up speed in an attempt to catch her. He watched as she turned into an alley, the heel of her boot snapping on the cement as she spun away. Miroku turned the corner after her, his hand outstretched as he called out to her. As he entered the dark narrow space between the buildings, his eyes moved quickly over the woman standing still before him. His heart thumped quickly as she stared back at him blankly, her eyes devoid of emotion or thought. "Who are you"?! Miroku screamed his voice unusually high as he stared at the strange woman. "Answer me"! She turned away from him her hand brushing against the smooth wall of the house as Miroku's face contorted with anger. "Sango"!
Her eyes snapped back to him as her hand clenched. Finally catching her attention, Miroku nodded slowly. "That is your name isn't it? You are that woman I've been seeing in my dreams aren't you"? Miroku growled between clenched teeth as her eyes flashed with anger.
"You answer me now. Why have you been following me"?! Miroku said taking a step quickly toward her. "Is this a game? Am I amusing you? What the hell are you"?
Sango turned away from him, her hair falling in front of her eyes as Miroku moved steadily closer. Reaching out to her, he watched her head snap up to him, her eyes narrowed viciously as she glared up at him.
"Tell me what you are," He hissed as his hand shot out to clench hers.
Her hand flew backward, a blur to Miroku's eyes as it moved with such speed. Darting forward, her hands closed around his collar as she forced him back against the wall. Miroku struggled against her, her arms seeming like iron rods as it held him fiercely to the wall. He clenched her wrists tightly, his arm flexing as he threw her backward.
Sango leaped to her feet, quickly catching Miroku again as she pushed him onto his back in the dirt.
Miroku watched as she climbed onto his lap, her knees against his chest as her hands pinned his hands to the ground. Her lips glimmered as she leaned forward, eyes glowing beneath the cover of her dark bangs. Miroku pried his hand from hers, digging deeply into his coat pocket, his hand closing around a silver crucifix. Snapping his hand back in front of her, he held the necklace firmly in his fingers as her eyes danced over it. Her eyes trailed slowly from the small body of Jesus, to the man beneath her curiously. A deep, yet sensuous laugh came from her lips as Miroku's eye brows furrowed in confusion.
She reached out smoothly, her hand releasing his other one as she clenched the crucifix between her thumb and index finger. She turned back to him, her back straightening as she turned the silver cross over in her hand. Pressing her finger against the tiny head of Jesus, she press it forward snapping it back sharply. Miroku gaped as the crucifix lay crumpled in her pale hand. Feeling fear rising in his chest, he did something he had hesitated to do earlier. Clenching his fist, his arm flew out, his hand connecting hard with the side of her cheek.
Sango slumped back as Miroku scrambled up, his hands clenched tightly as his eyes moved over her.
"Come on Bitch"! He growled as she raised her fingers to her lip, brushing away the drop of blood. Smirking back at him, she dropped the crucifix letting it fall to the ground.
Her eyes suddenly became soft as she neared him slowly. Miroku flinched as the woman glided forward, her movements ghostlike as her arms fell out to her sides. She moved carefully toward him, her lips pursed as her hands touched lightly to his chest. Miroku watched her press herself against him, her body warm against his. Her hands moved slowly around his back as her head rested against his chest, her eyes on the dirt. As her eyes turned slowly to meet his, Miroku felt a twinge of guilt rise up in him.
He stared deeply into her eyes, his mind seeming to melt away as his hands fell to her waist. Her hand slowly glided up his neck, coming to rest tenderly against his cheek. She leaned forward, her pink lips hovering over his as his heart thumped roughly. As her lips touched softly against his, Miroku felt no warmth from her. His hands trembled as they clenched to her sides, as her eyes fell shut, her lips pressing harder into his. Miroku's head turned to the side, his lips circling her bottom lip just as she drew backward.
She stood backward, her eyes dancing over him as she smirked. Turning away, she broke into a sprint as Miroku called out to her. She clenched the rock wall tightly as her feet left the ground, her body flying weightlessly over the wall. Miroku gaped as she disappeared over the wall, his hands shaking at his side as he stared at the darkness to where she disappeared.
