Summary: She called on him to make a deal. She knew the payment, but she didn't mind. They wronged her. She'd be sure to make her fall into hell worth it. Her choice leads to another one of her past lives being revealed. To her surprise, it looks like her connection to the demon she's tied to runs far deeper than the price of her soul. A happy ending in hell seemed odd, but not impossible.

Pairing: Alastor/Kagome.

Disclaimer: I don't own either series. Each belongs to their rightful owners.

Note:
Hints to another past life for Kagome. More information at the end AN.
Flashbacks/Past are written in bulk Italics.
Lacks canonicity.
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Chapter One

[Mid 1920s]

She woke up early that morning, immediately feeling as if she was being watched. The covers beside her were fixed, despite her moving around in her sleep, and she gently rested a hand on the pillow beside her own. There was a bit of remaining warmth left behind on the dark maroon casing, and she breathed a soft sigh. It was quiet for a moment before she heard a familiar voice, one she adored so well, singing a faint, melodic tune from outside the door. She closed her eyes and drew her legs out from under the covers, her nightgown falling back into place as she stood up.

Her expression was contorted in unease as she once more felt the pressure of a heavy gaze on her. It felt worse now. She was out in the open, no longer hidden by the covers, and she felt exposed. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't put a face to the gaze she felt on her. It appeared in a haze of shadows, a pair of crimson eyes peeking out of the darkness.

It sent a prick of panic through her entire being, and she nervously turned in a circle. Her eyes landed on the semi-opened closet door, and without thinking logically, she ran towards it and forced it shut. It closed with a bang, and her breathing turned labored as panic brimmed inside her.

The sound echoed through the otherwise quiet home, and, not even a second later, she heard as footsteps began to thump down the hardwood-floored hall, heading directly to the room the sound originated from.

"Darling?"

At once she felt his gaze on her, and she was able to see his image in her mind. It was completely unlike that other stare, and she bit down on her urge to pull the closet door open. As if whatever was watching her was actually lurking on the other side. She knew better. Monsters didn't live in the closets or under the bed, and she felt silly for treating this as such.

His hand rested on her shoulder, slowly coaxing her back from the door, and she finally turned to look at him, pulling a forced smile onto her face. She could see the worry on his face, in his eyes, and she lifted both hands to rest them on the sides of his face.

"Oh! Terribly sorry, Sweetie," she said softly. "I didn't think it'd be that loud when I closed it," she added with a faint laugh, hoping it would dissuade any sort of worry.

She felt that stare lingering on her again, and she fought the urge to tense up. She felt uneasy, unsafe, even in the presence of the one person in the world who never failed to make her feel safe and secure.

It was watching her. Lurking out of her senses and plaguing her thoughts and mind with its wordless stare. It wouldn't stop. It wouldn't go away. It wouldn't-!

"Darling?"

His voice pulled her from her panic-laced thoughts and she smiled up at him again. A second later she moved her hands down to his collar, where his untied bow tie resided. A quiet hum left her as she tied it properly.

"There," she said as she lowered her hands back down to her side.

In a blink of an eye, she buried all her panic deep inside her. She was so used to people fretting over her and vehemently expressing worry when any little thing seemed to shift inside her- and she knew, probably even better than he did, that Alastor was one to do the exact same thing to her. It always made her feel so burdensome, and she loathed such a feeling.

A soft smile appeared on her face and she gently rested her hands back on the sides of his face, pulling him down just a bit until he followed on his own. She closed her eyes when he offered what she had silently pleaded for- a tender kiss to the crown of her head, just like he'd often do to greet her in the mornings and most evenings, if she happened to be awake then.

As he pulled back, she was able to see the look she liked best on him- his smile.

"That's better," she said, her tone soft-spoken so as to keep her words between just the two of them. "I always tell you," she hummed, "I adore your smile."

It'd been one of the first things that drew her to him upon the day they'd met. It was both familiar and new all at the same time, and she found herself drawn to him solely because of that. Her parents had been stuffy over it, but she never cared for that. They were always so frustratingly haughty and found reasons to brush off anyone she showed even a fleck of intrigue in on her own- whether it be friends or suitors.

They didn't care for her happiness, so she found it rather difficult to care for any argumentative stance they took against her. To them, status was all that would ever matter, and little emotions were foolish things to get hung up on. She, understandably, had conflicting opinions on the matter.

She leaned into him, savoring the height he had on her when she was able to rest her head in his chest, tucking herself right below his chin. When she felt his arms go around her like a safety net, she sighed softly, her eyes slipping closed as she leaned fully into him.

"I love you," she whispered. She said those words to him just about as often as she breathed, but this time saying them felt different. A nagging feeling buried itself in the pit of her stomach, and she did her best to ignore it as she felt him chuckle against her.

"I love you too, Darling."

His response made her heart feel full, and another soft sigh slipped free from her.

This was her comfort.

oOooOooOooOo

She spent her day watching the clock, silently counting the minutes until he'd be home. It wasn't often that she'd do this, but that horrible sensation of eyes on her turned back never faded. No one she could see was there, but it felt like she was being closely watched wherever she went. Due to that, she put off heading to the shops like she'd wanted to, fearing the possibility she might be greeted by the phantom-like watcher she seemed to have adopted.

With a quiet hum, she readjusted the assortment of flowers in the sitting room for the fifth time that afternoon. She pursed her lips and huffed, picking up the red vase and turning it so the golden vine-like pattern was visible to those who entered. Before she could set it back on the table beside the couch, a chill ran up her spine and she froze. Her posture straightened, her fingers practically becoming glued to the porcelain object she held.

That stare had returned worse than ever. Along with it came a chuckle, and she turned her head slowly in order to glance behind her with frightened eyes. A figure lurked behind her, crimson eyes looming down at her with a malicious glow in them.

"So it's inside of you?" the figure questioned. As he spoke, a mouth full of sharpened teeth- far more comparable to that of an animal than a human- glistened in the light. "It's almost too easy," he commented, covering his eyes with a hand and throwing his head back as he boastfully laughed. She narrowed her eyes as she stepped back, her bared feet making barely any nose at all on the hardwood. He still seemed to hear, and he snapped his focus back to her, lunging for her and trying to wrap a hand around her neck. "Where do you think you're off to?" he taunted, gripping her throat in a painfully-tight grip as he yanked her back towards him. "You have something I need."

She narrowed her eyes as she met his gaze head-on. Without a trace of hesitation in her blue eyes, she reared her arm back and smashed the vase directly into his face with every ounce of strength she could muster. He let her go, drawing away from her with a pained hiss as broken shards of the vase lodged themselves into his face.

"You little bitch!"

She spent a few seconds looking around for any sort of weapon. She found none, and she made a dash for the kitchen, quickly pulling a knife free from its storage place.

"You're gonna pay for that one!"

She heard him chase after her, and she turned just in time for him to follow her through the threshold. She didn't freeze up. She lunged for him this time, plunging the knife deep into his chest. She didn't stop at once, or twice, or even thrice. She stabbed him over and over again, creating seventeen deep wounds to his chest. On the last one, she lost grip on the knife, her hands soaked with blood, and she let out a shaky gasp. Her heart hammered in her chest as he stumbled back, and she backed away a few paces to put more space between them.

It'd be okay. It'd be okay. It'd be okay.

Alastor would be home in another hour or two, and he'd be able to help her. He'd know what to do.

He'd help her. He would. It'd be-

"Tire yourself out yet?"

Her eyes widened when his voice came again, and she looked towards him with horror evident on her face as he easily ripped the knife free from his chest, a bit more crimson escaping out the stab wound after it. He sounded amused and so, so condescending. She froze as he moved to twirl the blood-drenched knife in his hand, an amused grin spreading across his face in a warped fashion.

"I was going to be gentle to you, but you've changed my mind," he said. As he did, he lunged towards her, raising the knife and bringing it down on her in a rapid swing. She lifted her arms to shield her face from the strike, kicking her foot out to knock him away when the attempted to trap her against the counter. She snatched the cast iron skillet from the counter- grateful to herself for forgetting to put it away after cleaning it that morning, and she swung the heavy object without skipping a beat.

It made contact with his face, and he let out a string of curses as she dropped it and backed away. She didn't stop to think for even a second as she turned on her heel and ran, making a break for the backdoor and escaping through it. Her gaze landed on the treeline in the distance of their home and she ran for cover.

oOooOooOooOo

She'd been running for what felt like hours, using the knowledge she had of the location to keep from getting lost. Her feet ached, and they'd become bloodied during her sprint through the forest barefoot. Still, she refused to give in or slow down until she was certain she'd gotten far enough away. She pushed herself to keep going, even long after exhaustion started to wear her down.

An ear-splitting scream tore from her throat when something pounced on her, knocking her forward. She hit the ground with a heavy weight keeping her held down. No matter how hard she thrashed below the pressure that kept her subdued, she couldn't fight her way free.

There was no warning when she was abruptly snatched up from the ground, a painfully-tight grip wrapping around her neck. Furious eyes bore into her doe-like gaze, a sharp pain digging into her neck as his claws pierced her skin, sinking deep as he held her out across from him.

"I contemplated letting you live." he jeered at her. "But now I feel obligated to snuff that pretty light out."

A wave of lightheadedness washed over her as the lack of air finally started to affect her. Her efforts of fighting slowly stilled, her body going limp before she was casually discarded to the ground. There was a faint whisper of her breathing as she fell into a deep slumber, blood still dripping out of the many holes that littered her neck. An off-color bruise was already forming as she laid there.

With a snort, he dropped to his knees over her. Instead of waiting for her to regain consciousness he plunged the claws on both hands into the soft skin covering her ribs. Without an ounce of gentleness, he yanked hard, the skin and all that was below ripping into two sections along with her dress.

Once done, he pulled back just long enough to examine her, only to feel anger mount when the object he'd been after wasn't there to be found. He stood, eyes narrowed as he glowered down at her mutilated body.

"All this effort for what?" he growled as he backed off her. "What a disappointment."

He'd wanted that jewel for its power. It was supposed to be inside her, but the only thing that gave way to its presence was its aura. That power still surrounded her, and he nearly went back to check again. Before he could, there was a burst of that power and it all faded.

A snarl left him as the surge of its power faded into the ether. A second passed, and a cruel grin spread across his face.

"Fine," he said as he snapped his fingers. "I'll play this little game."

Without any more words, he vanished in a haze of smoke- just as he'd appeared in the mortal world, leaving her behind where she laid.

[Modern Time]

She didn't care for what plan Alastor had in mind for the two who had forsaken her to hell, and she welcomed him to do as he saw fit. To which, he assured her that he'd do just that.

In the upcoming days, she got weaker and weaker. When she collapsed and her world ran dark, she felt like she got swept up off her feet. There was a soft kiss pressed to the crown of her head as she opened tired eyes. She looked to who held her, her gaze landing on Alastor.

Blood stuck to him, the sheer volume of it almost seeming excessive. She didn't need to ask whose it was. She already knew, and a soft sigh fell from her.

"Don't worry, Doe," Alastor assured her as he carried her off. Her eyelids grew heavier as she leaned into his chest entirely, her face pressing against his blood-soaked shirt. "All will be better when you wake again."

As that woman turned more and more human, he'd been biding his time. Her body of clay slowly manifested into one of blood and bone. Once she had, he made his move.

He wasn't able to see the similarities between the two. It was like a deck of cards comparing them. A joker in no way compared to the queen, and that wretched husk of a woman couldn't stand to hold a candle to his beloved. They might've shared a soul, but that meant nothing.

Fools!

Every single one of them were damned fools if they insisted on comparing the two.

The moment he heard the sound of her heart he struck. He tore her limb from limb and left her for his shadows to devour. That left that miserable dog… how loathsome a creature. He dared to approach what would never be his, only to leave her forsaken at the end of the road.

He wasn't one to offer mercy to enemies, but even if he was, he'd never dare to offer it to these creatures. They were undeserving, and it was such a joy to tear them apart until nothing was left behind.

A soft sigh left the woman he carried, and he glanced down at her with a fond smile on his face. It differed from any of his other smiles.

He'd missed her so much.

He lifted his arms with ease, tilting his head down just enough to leave a gentle kiss to her cold lips. She didn't react or even seem to be aware as she remained still, her heart growing weaker and weaker by the second.

It wouldn't be long now.

Auroua-chan: Reuploaded!

So, some information was revealed about this past life of Kagome, such as her poor relationship with her parents. It's also implied that she's the daughter from a higher class family from Japan.

Any guess as to what she'll look like as a demon~?

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