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Kagome screamed and writhed as she was bodily dragged to the man with the knife. She squirmed and twisted out of her captor's grasp, landing on her knees. She didn't hesitate, and scrambled over the tiled floor towards the door.
She had almost reached the door-frame, when strong hands caught her about the waist, and heaved her back into the middle of the room.
The large man growled angrily at her, then shoved her to her already bruised knees. She landed with a groan at the feet of the man with the knife. She crouched, hunched and quivering, as the man laughed softly, and placed the jagged knife-tip at her chin. She whimpered when the sharp metal bit into her skin, and forced her pale face upward.
The man, she now saw, could not have been more than twenty years old. His long, wavy hair cascaded down his back, and his glaring red eyes brought a terrified lump to her throat. He gave the knife another flick, drawing a long, open wound that oozed blood. Kagome cried out at the sudden pain, and fell back. She brought a quaking hand to her throat, and when the delicate fingers came away bloody, she gave a small chirrup of fear.
The blood-red eyes regarded her for a long moment, than he dismissed her with a disdainful snap of his fingers. He sheathed the knife, then turned his back to her.
"Naraku, what should we do with her?" Questioned the other guard, a thin, mousy looking person, with beady eyes to match.
"Put her by the other prisoner, but don't tie her. Be gentle." He snickered, than knelt by her, and ran a long, red tongue across her bleeding throat. "What a beauty," he murmured. He then rose, crossed towards the desk, and stood, feet planted, before the young man.
As Naraku moved nearer to him, the young man once again began to thrash and squirm. He strained against his bonds, the ropes and chains biting deep into his fair skin. Naraku stood before him, and with a menacing voice, addressed him.
"Be still, worm! You have already had your time! Leave us in peace, and return no more!"
Kagome felt puzzlement, after the disgust of the creepy man licking her had worn off. She didn't understand what they were talking about. His time? Were these men after the boy for some wrong he had committed? She shook these thoughts out of her head, and resumed listening to the speech.
"You know why you are captive, and we here now will deliver your punishment!" Naraku thundered. He once again drew his knife, and with a slash cut the prisoner's gag.
The young man was silent for a moment, then replied. "I have no idea what you're talking about!" He said shakily. Naraku flared at this, and brought the back of his hand brutally across the young man's face. The force of the blow whipped his head to the left, and a fine spray of blood spattered to the white tiled floor. He stayed still for a moment; his head cocked to the side, then brought his head around once again to face his tormentor. "Please, I really have no idea!" Again he was struck, and Kagome heard the distinct pop of bones as his head reeled. The young man began to cough violently, retching up a ball of blood. Kagome flinched.
"Please, no more!" she cried, before realizing it. Naraku slowly turned to face her, a sneer pasted across his dark features. "My Lady," he began sarcastically, "Do you know who this is? This is a member of the most unholy of races, an abomination in the sight of the Great Kami!" He roared. Kagome again flinched and fell silent, but the tall man went on. "I have tracked this beast for years! Since he took from me whom I held dearest!" Naraku was raving by this time, but Kagome was listening. "The monster murdered my sister, enslaved her for a sacrifice to his unholy appetites! The beast, the abomination!" he paused, and continued more quietly. "He's a Vampire!"
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Kagome screamed and writhed as she was bodily dragged to the man with the knife. She squirmed and twisted out of her captor's grasp, landing on her knees. She didn't hesitate, and scrambled over the tiled floor towards the door.
She had almost reached the door-frame, when strong hands caught her about the waist, and heaved her back into the middle of the room.
The large man growled angrily at her, then shoved her to her already bruised knees. She landed with a groan at the feet of the man with the knife. She crouched, hunched and quivering, as the man laughed softly, and placed the jagged knife-tip at her chin. She whimpered when the sharp metal bit into her skin, and forced her pale face upward.
The man, she now saw, could not have been more than twenty years old. His long, wavy hair cascaded down his back, and his glaring red eyes brought a terrified lump to her throat. He gave the knife another flick, drawing a long, open wound that oozed blood. Kagome cried out at the sudden pain, and fell back. She brought a quaking hand to her throat, and when the delicate fingers came away bloody, she gave a small chirrup of fear.
The blood-red eyes regarded her for a long moment, than he dismissed her with a disdainful snap of his fingers. He sheathed the knife, then turned his back to her.
"Naraku, what should we do with her?" Questioned the other guard, a thin, mousy looking person, with beady eyes to match.
"Put her by the other prisoner, but don't tie her. Be gentle." He snickered, than knelt by her, and ran a long, red tongue across her bleeding throat. "What a beauty," he murmured. He then rose, crossed towards the desk, and stood, feet planted, before the young man.
As Naraku moved nearer to him, the young man once again began to thrash and squirm. He strained against his bonds, the ropes and chains biting deep into his fair skin. Naraku stood before him, and with a menacing voice, addressed him.
"Be still, worm! You have already had your time! Leave us in peace, and return no more!"
Kagome felt puzzlement, after the disgust of the creepy man licking her had worn off. She didn't understand what they were talking about. His time? Were these men after the boy for some wrong he had committed? She shook these thoughts out of her head, and resumed listening to the speech.
"You know why you are captive, and we here now will deliver your punishment!" Naraku thundered. He once again drew his knife, and with a slash cut the prisoner's gag.
The young man was silent for a moment, then replied. "I have no idea what you're talking about!" He said shakily. Naraku flared at this, and brought the back of his hand brutally across the young man's face. The force of the blow whipped his head to the left, and a fine spray of blood spattered to the white tiled floor. He stayed still for a moment; his head cocked to the side, then brought his head around once again to face his tormentor. "Please, I really have no idea!" Again he was struck, and Kagome heard the distinct pop of bones as his head reeled. The young man began to cough violently, retching up a ball of blood. Kagome flinched.
"Please, no more!" she cried, before realizing it. Naraku slowly turned to face her, a sneer pasted across his dark features. "My Lady," he began sarcastically, "Do you know who this is? This is a member of the most unholy of races, an abomination in the sight of the Great Kami!" He roared. Kagome again flinched and fell silent, but the tall man went on. "I have tracked this beast for years! Since he took from me whom I held dearest!" Naraku was raving by this time, but Kagome was listening. "The monster murdered my sister, enslaved her for a sacrifice to his unholy appetites! The beast, the abomination!" he paused, and continued more quietly. "He's a Vampire!"
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