This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

He returned to find her still in pain. Her legs bent and then released, bent then released. He had seen her leg many many time with her wear that damn skirt all the time, but never once had he seen them as he did now.

What power was this?

Sesshomaru quickly sat her up "Drink"

She was burning up, heat kept rising in her, and within him.

She grabbed at the cup and quickly drank it. Once done he laid her down. He could feel the heat rolling over her, he didn't understand it, her miko power was not working.

As night fell, she was doing no better. She moved all around "It hurts," She said and he wondered if she meant the fever or her heart.

"Sesshomaru" She begged again, tears falling down her face "Sesshomaru"

He knelt beside her again, the fire once again playing cruel jokes on him.

"Make it stop" She whispered.

He didn't know how,

"I can not" He hated admitting it,

"My power, my power has changed"

He drew his eyebrows together,

"The jewel" She whispered,

The jewel was doing this to her?

"Is it not gone?" He asked her,

"Never" She whispered,

She opened her eyes "My back hurts"

She had been laying on it for days. He put and arm under her neck and lifted her and pulled her again his naked chest, he sat very still.

Her breathing was still fast, and the heat from her back rushed to his chest, they almost didn't need a fire.

"Time can't touch me" She said through quick breath,

"This heat, my body" Her head hurt,

"Mortal yet not" She kept on,

"You are sick"

"I am sane" She responded, her head relaxing against his shoulder. He didn't look down and her heaving breast.

"You know not what you say miko"

"It told me" She arched as another spasm hit her back and his arm held her waist and she arched against him.

Once she relaxed she spoke again "The jewel told me"

"I do not understand your meaning miko"

She was losing it.

"The jewel has hold of my power, my being"

"You are not making any sense miko, rest"

Slowly she sat up and turned to him, her hair still sticking to her body, strands playing against her breast, making his hear rise again.

"I am the jewel Sesshomaru"

He looked at her hard,

"I wished it gone, but that power could not just vanish, so, it is embedding into me, this heat, this pain, suffering, all of it" She slowly rest against him, her shoulder now against his chest, her head against his neck.

"I don't know if I can handle such power"

It was hot in her blood, painful in her head as it surged into her body,

"Mortal yet not mortal" He repeated,

"Forever is a long time, a long time to be, to be" She was growing weak "To be alone"

A tear formed, a single tear, it smelt sweet like her, but he smelt power with it, her tiny body was fighting the jewel's power, he understood now. Her tears and her sweat and power, it formed a intoxicating smell, how did he not noticed it before?

Maybe because he eyes were doing all the seeing,

Her smell was like a dealy love potion, calling to its pray to follow, to fall to her deadly trap, but she was not a witch and this was not her doing, it was not her fault her body and her sent now called to his demonic side.

Power calls to power and he had never smelt power like her before.