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Twist of Fate
Chapter 5: The Gamble
Weak.
Shame.
Fear.
Pain.
Broken.
These were the only things she felt, curled up on her side in the abandoned building she had been shoved into. She was barely even aware of the floor beneathe her, the concrete that scraped against her arms and legs as she curled up into a tighter ball. It was so dark. She could not even open one of her eyes all the way. Of course it didn't really matter, she didn't want to open her eyes. She didn't want to see. She didn't want to know what the suddenly much darker world she lived in looked like. And she couldn't face those who didn't know how dark it really was.
Tears had fallen from her eyes for far too long. She felt as though she had none left to cry and that she would have permanent tracks down her face. She heard a slight shuffle of some of the papers that littered the floor and curled up tighter against the wall, as though it might make her invisible. She hoped it was a cat, or even a rat. She prayed to all the gods that it was not her attacker back for more. In fact she didn't want it to be any kind of person, she didn't want to be seen like this.
She did not get her wish, but she did not expect to hear the gentle voice she did. "Kagome..." The voice was sympathetic, yet veiling anger and... did he say her name? "Miss?" No she must have been mistaken. She turned her face away from her hands slowly and shakily. She only caught the sight of his silouette. A man knelt beside her, "Miss are you alright?" The tone in his voice indicated that he knew she was not. Slowly his hand reached up for her and she cringed back with a startled gasp. "I'm not going to hurt you," why did it sound like he was hurt by her fear of him? "Please let me help," he seemed as desperate as she was frightened.
Gently he took her wrist into his hand and pulled her too him. His other hand reached behind her back and once there she grasped onto him tightly and began to cry anew into this man's shirt. "Shh.. shh... don't worry you'll be ok."
Her arms now quite securly arouns his neck she felt something wrap around her before his arms went under her knees to pick her up. Once he stood and turned she heard a second deeper voice speak up.
"We're too late."
"Yes," she felt the man holding her nod. Somehow she had known there was a second person there, but he had not wanted to speak up so as not to frighten her. "But you knew we would be didn't you?"
"Take her to the hospital, I'll find the scum who did this."
"Better not do anything to him without me there," The younger one said, almost sounding demanding
"I won't now hurry and get her help." The one holding her nodded again as she heard the man with the deeper voice come closer. A hand placed itself on her forehead. "Sleep," he whispered.
The next thing she knew she was being handed over to the hospital staff, the lights inside too bright for her to open her eyes to see the face of one of her saviors.
***
Kagome sat up in her bed, heart pumping and breath heavy. Was that? Did that really happen? Or was it just a dream? It felt so real, like she was reliving it. Not like her horrifically enhanced nightmares. The men seemed achingly familiar in her dream. And there were two people that saved her? Two men whose famlilarity was barely within her grasp and whose identities were far beyond that. She blinked her eyes rapidly her eyes darting in differnent directions but not really looking at anything as her mind went over the dream again and again in an attempt to loose as few details as possible and to analyze it.
Perhaps she never knew there identities, that was probably why she didn't know who they were. Because she didn't. They were just her rescuers. But it seemed they knew it would happen. Maybe they were police after this man?
No that didn't make sense, a police officer would have stayed around to question her. So who were they? Were they just figments of her subconscious...
...or were they real?
***
Sesshoumaru watched Rin run amoung the flowers chasing a butterfly, But carefully trying not to trampling any of her beloved flowers in the process. The miko Kagome had expressed little interest in being outside today, spending the day safely tucked away in her room with a few books from his library.
He almost wanted to cringe in disgust at the idea. Safely tucked away, he thought, more like hiding in fear. He had to find a way to get her out of the infernal box she had locked herself in.
He did not know why but for some reason he had this wonder... no desire to see the miko as what she once was. And to be perfectly honest he did not care, the puzzle in this case was her, not himself. Then again he was part of that puzzle, the way she reacted to him, the pain in her eyes when she looked at him. How her reactions to him were different from how she responded to all the others. That was it. He'd confront her the next time she left her room. And he'd be damned if he didn't get a reaction out of her
***
The miko did not leave her room again until dinner that night. Sesshoumaru had made sure to tell the servant who informed the priestess when meals were not to let her eat in her room if she asked tonight. She came into the room quietly and meekly. "Kagome-neechan!" Rin ran up to her and wrapped her arms around the girls waist. Kagome had become more responsive to the girl over the past week and hugged her back warmly, if not a little awkwardly.
She sat down to Sesshoumaru's left and across from Rin as usual, quietly eating her food responding to Rin's banter occasionally. Of course Rin was the only one at the table that usually talked. Kagome was feeling particularly selfconcious this evening. She kept feeling Sesshoumaru's black gaze on her, and everytime she glanced at him he was looking at her. It made her feel like a bug in a jar or something. When Rin began to get sleepy, which happened at about a quarter of the dinners and Sesshoumaru had a servant take her instead of allowing Kagome, the miko cursed her luck.
Sesshoumaru suddenly spoke after five minutes, "If I may ask...," purposely pausing to make her nervous she was sure, "Why have you tried not leave?"
Kagome blinked and looked up at the western lord oddly, "I'm sorry what?"
"Why have you not tried to leave? 'Escape' as it were from my 'evil clutches'."
The teenager stared at him for a moment, was he teasing her or making fun of her? "You mean you would not send someone to retrieve me or chase me down yourself if I tried? It seems it would be a waste of time for me to run."
Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed slightly in thought, "I do not think that would have ever stopped you before."
"Before what?"
He blinked, there was a question he had not expected, obviously something did happen. "That," he said, "is what I hoped you might tell me."
Worry began to rise in her again and she pushed her plate away and stood. "Please excuse me Sesshoumaru-sama. I am no longer hungry and wish to retire now."
The youkai stood as well. "It is normally an hour at which only children retire. And since you spent nearly all day in your quarters I know you cannot be tired from any sort of physical excercise."
Kagome gave him a slightly shocked look mouth agape, "What do you have my every movement recorded and watched?"
She was obviously offended... good. "Of course not, that would be rude."
Once again she gave him a disbelieving look, before turning and walking out the door. "Oyasumi Sesshoumaru-sama."
Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes slightly, she wasn't going to get away that easily tonight. Before she made it fifteen feet towards her room he was in her path. "Yes?" she asked looking him in the eye, both annoyed and defiant.
"We were not finished talking."
"Well I was," she said moving to step passed him. But his arm came out to stop her. She looked at the arm then moved around his left side. He raised a brow as she walked by before obstructing her path again.
"Well I was not. And since you are a 'guest' in my home I suggest you wait until you are dismissed."
"What do you want from me!?" she nearly screamed. She felt so tired, mentally, physcially, emotionally. She couldn't stand it anymore, this place. The silence. The emptiness. His cold stares. Despite the few times she could bare to be around the too happy Rin the atmosphere of his home was weighing on her. It only served to push her further into herself. She wanted to be with her friends, Inu Yasha and the others. She knew they could draw her out, help her forget. But here in this empty and silent palace, she had only herself and the dreaded future to ponder, and it was destroying her, she could feel it. What's more she was so near to him and couldn't love him... Gods why hadn't she tried to escape?
"I want..." he paused. She looked at him with angry tear filled eyes that demanded an answer. He reached a hand out and took hold of her chin and she tried desperately to ignore the warmth that came from it. Forcing her to look at him he spoke again. "I want to hear you say something or do something, without this fear in your eyes." She stepped back and stared at him, shocked at his answer and whatever feeling she saw in his eyes. "What happened to the woman you used to be? The one I used to know?"
"You never knew me," she spat, pulling away. However she knew his asking was not completely unwarranted.
"Not closely no, but I knew enough. What happened to the woman who always fought, who was never afraid for herself. You feared not I, nor Naraku, nor do I imagine any other youkai you have encountered. What happened to the mere human who fought everything, kicking and screaming if that was all you could do? Now, you remain here, passive, brooding. You haven't even tried to escape or contact your friends since I brought you here. It seems that your soul is only mere embers of the bonfire that once inhabited your human shell. So tell me, what happened to her?"
She stared at him, surprised at his observations and how right they truly were. She could feel the truth in what he said. She was raped, she thought painfully. Then upon her return to this world was kidnapped and kept here for nearly a month before falling for her captor, her best friend's brother. Then he died... you died. She tried to keep the tears at bay from the horrible memory. You died protecting me, fighting for me. Then I awoke to the time before I returned. So I changed, I tried not to let you find me. I thought... I think that if we don't fall in love then you won't die. Can't you see I'm afraid for your life?!
All these things she thought, but could not bring herself to speak them. He watched in silence, awaiting her answer examining the play of emotions in her eyes. It was strange how they didn't show on the rest of her face as much as they used to. He was mildly surprised at the three that dominated her eyes and scent; pain, fear, and sadness. "That girl..." she finally spoke, "That girl is hiding."
"And your passion, your anger? Is that hiding too?" She folded arms around herself and looked away from him. He sighed inside, this was getting him nowhere, what was the key to unlocking her old self? Where did it lie? Hidden within herself or was it outside of her for him to find?
"Who I am and how I am acting is none of your business Sesshoumaru." She had dropped the honorific, he noticed. Her patience was wearing thin. "Now I would appreciate it if I could continue on to my room."
As she brushed past him he grabbed her arm. "We are not finished yet Miko-sama."
She turned her glaring eyes up at his for a second. Staring into golden depths before looking away, she had to look away before she let the emotion show in her eyes. The yearing, the desire, the need and love she felt for him. "Let me go Sesshoumaru. I am to tired to deal with you right now."
She was almost there, he could taste it. Sesshoumaru was almost to the point of getting her angry, of giving a fresh rush of fuel to the smoldering embers of her weakening spirit. "No Miko-sama, we are not done until I say so."
She looked up at him a moment, surprised at the unforgiving tone in his comment, before looking down at the hand that grasped her. She had to get away from him soon. She wanted to take that hand, to kiss it, hold it in her own, press it to her face. But fear once again stayed her hand. She looked down at the ground whispering her request, "Please Sesshoumaru-sama, let me go."
He cursed mentally, she was retreating again! He had one last thing he would try to get some reaction out of her, anger or otherwise. Anything but this shy obedience that he knew was not in her nature. I did not want to do this, he thought with mild disgust, though not as much as he had expected.
So while she remain standing there, willing herself to remain silent, he spoke, "Kagome..." She looked up at him again another kind of surprise decorating her youthful features. He had said her name, softly, quietly. "You should not hide your true self," ...almost affectionately. Then Sesshoumaru took her chin in his clawed hand before covering her lips with his.
Her body stiffened with shock as she looked into his half-lidded amber depths. Then for a second she felt utter relief and joy and allowed herself to relax into the kiss, butterfly eyelashes fluttering closed over her eyes, brushing against his smooth skin. This thing that she had longed for, that she thought she would never feel again, was happening. Her hands came up to his chest gripping the fabric there, barely pulling him down towards her.
Then the few seconds of blissful ignorance ended. An image flashed though her mind. Sesshoumaru grabbing her, taking the attack meant for her, the wound that would slow him down enough to cause his demise. Then later as his poison claws dug deeply into Naraku's form so too did Naraku's dig into to him. The miasma infecting his body though not as quickly as his poison melted Naraku's. Then there he was dying in her arms, the miasma staining the ground so that nothing would grow where he died. The corrosive darkness that would attempt to marr his beatiful features after his death. Kagome's powers that, only because she refused to leave his side, would purify the miasma so that his grave would not be so tainted as the site of his death. His grave...
His death...
His blood...
on her hands...
***
He felt her stiffen initially. Then for a moment she relaxed, kissing him back, and it was dizzying. He was surprised at how good this felt, he had not expected to enjoy that which he had never wanted to do. When she pulled on him his hand moved from her face into her raven tresses and some part of him marvelled at how silky and smooth it was. In that second he closed his eyes, loosing himself to this sensation. Her taste, her smell, the way her hair felt through his fingers, they way her small hands clung to him as though she would die without him. The moment lasted an eternity, and every faucet of his being told him that it should never end, that he wanted more.
Then suddenly blissful eternity ended far too soon. He felt her stiffen and gasp again. Fear and sorrow surged through her as she pushed him off, only succeeding because he allowed it.
He was, once again, surprised to see wide fear-filled eyes staring at him, not shock, no anger, no passion. Just fear. Her shakey delicate fingers touched her lips. She shook her head slightly, this time finding no voice to speak with. Then she turned and ran.
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Job, broken computer, Job, new harddrive, comp fixed, Hellsing Box Set, dad's Hard drive slaved to my new one..(Dad get YOUR computer fixed!!!), Job, finally got old one slaved in and got all my writing stuff and notes back WOOHOO!!
I have most of the Next Chapter for this done already.. can't say much for my other stories though....
-Ahem- still don't own 'em though
Chapter 5: The Gamble
Weak.
Shame.
Fear.
Pain.
Broken.
These were the only things she felt, curled up on her side in the abandoned building she had been shoved into. She was barely even aware of the floor beneathe her, the concrete that scraped against her arms and legs as she curled up into a tighter ball. It was so dark. She could not even open one of her eyes all the way. Of course it didn't really matter, she didn't want to open her eyes. She didn't want to see. She didn't want to know what the suddenly much darker world she lived in looked like. And she couldn't face those who didn't know how dark it really was.
Tears had fallen from her eyes for far too long. She felt as though she had none left to cry and that she would have permanent tracks down her face. She heard a slight shuffle of some of the papers that littered the floor and curled up tighter against the wall, as though it might make her invisible. She hoped it was a cat, or even a rat. She prayed to all the gods that it was not her attacker back for more. In fact she didn't want it to be any kind of person, she didn't want to be seen like this.
She did not get her wish, but she did not expect to hear the gentle voice she did. "Kagome..." The voice was sympathetic, yet veiling anger and... did he say her name? "Miss?" No she must have been mistaken. She turned her face away from her hands slowly and shakily. She only caught the sight of his silouette. A man knelt beside her, "Miss are you alright?" The tone in his voice indicated that he knew she was not. Slowly his hand reached up for her and she cringed back with a startled gasp. "I'm not going to hurt you," why did it sound like he was hurt by her fear of him? "Please let me help," he seemed as desperate as she was frightened.
Gently he took her wrist into his hand and pulled her too him. His other hand reached behind her back and once there she grasped onto him tightly and began to cry anew into this man's shirt. "Shh.. shh... don't worry you'll be ok."
Her arms now quite securly arouns his neck she felt something wrap around her before his arms went under her knees to pick her up. Once he stood and turned she heard a second deeper voice speak up.
"We're too late."
"Yes," she felt the man holding her nod. Somehow she had known there was a second person there, but he had not wanted to speak up so as not to frighten her. "But you knew we would be didn't you?"
"Take her to the hospital, I'll find the scum who did this."
"Better not do anything to him without me there," The younger one said, almost sounding demanding
"I won't now hurry and get her help." The one holding her nodded again as she heard the man with the deeper voice come closer. A hand placed itself on her forehead. "Sleep," he whispered.
The next thing she knew she was being handed over to the hospital staff, the lights inside too bright for her to open her eyes to see the face of one of her saviors.
Kagome sat up in her bed, heart pumping and breath heavy. Was that? Did that really happen? Or was it just a dream? It felt so real, like she was reliving it. Not like her horrifically enhanced nightmares. The men seemed achingly familiar in her dream. And there were two people that saved her? Two men whose famlilarity was barely within her grasp and whose identities were far beyond that. She blinked her eyes rapidly her eyes darting in differnent directions but not really looking at anything as her mind went over the dream again and again in an attempt to loose as few details as possible and to analyze it.
Perhaps she never knew there identities, that was probably why she didn't know who they were. Because she didn't. They were just her rescuers. But it seemed they knew it would happen. Maybe they were police after this man?
No that didn't make sense, a police officer would have stayed around to question her. So who were they? Were they just figments of her subconscious...
...or were they real?
Sesshoumaru watched Rin run amoung the flowers chasing a butterfly, But carefully trying not to trampling any of her beloved flowers in the process. The miko Kagome had expressed little interest in being outside today, spending the day safely tucked away in her room with a few books from his library.
He almost wanted to cringe in disgust at the idea. Safely tucked away, he thought, more like hiding in fear. He had to find a way to get her out of the infernal box she had locked herself in.
He did not know why but for some reason he had this wonder... no desire to see the miko as what she once was. And to be perfectly honest he did not care, the puzzle in this case was her, not himself. Then again he was part of that puzzle, the way she reacted to him, the pain in her eyes when she looked at him. How her reactions to him were different from how she responded to all the others. That was it. He'd confront her the next time she left her room. And he'd be damned if he didn't get a reaction out of her
The miko did not leave her room again until dinner that night. Sesshoumaru had made sure to tell the servant who informed the priestess when meals were not to let her eat in her room if she asked tonight. She came into the room quietly and meekly. "Kagome-neechan!" Rin ran up to her and wrapped her arms around the girls waist. Kagome had become more responsive to the girl over the past week and hugged her back warmly, if not a little awkwardly.
She sat down to Sesshoumaru's left and across from Rin as usual, quietly eating her food responding to Rin's banter occasionally. Of course Rin was the only one at the table that usually talked. Kagome was feeling particularly selfconcious this evening. She kept feeling Sesshoumaru's black gaze on her, and everytime she glanced at him he was looking at her. It made her feel like a bug in a jar or something. When Rin began to get sleepy, which happened at about a quarter of the dinners and Sesshoumaru had a servant take her instead of allowing Kagome, the miko cursed her luck.
Sesshoumaru suddenly spoke after five minutes, "If I may ask...," purposely pausing to make her nervous she was sure, "Why have you tried not leave?"
Kagome blinked and looked up at the western lord oddly, "I'm sorry what?"
"Why have you not tried to leave? 'Escape' as it were from my 'evil clutches'."
The teenager stared at him for a moment, was he teasing her or making fun of her? "You mean you would not send someone to retrieve me or chase me down yourself if I tried? It seems it would be a waste of time for me to run."
Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed slightly in thought, "I do not think that would have ever stopped you before."
"Before what?"
He blinked, there was a question he had not expected, obviously something did happen. "That," he said, "is what I hoped you might tell me."
Worry began to rise in her again and she pushed her plate away and stood. "Please excuse me Sesshoumaru-sama. I am no longer hungry and wish to retire now."
The youkai stood as well. "It is normally an hour at which only children retire. And since you spent nearly all day in your quarters I know you cannot be tired from any sort of physical excercise."
Kagome gave him a slightly shocked look mouth agape, "What do you have my every movement recorded and watched?"
She was obviously offended... good. "Of course not, that would be rude."
Once again she gave him a disbelieving look, before turning and walking out the door. "Oyasumi Sesshoumaru-sama."
Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes slightly, she wasn't going to get away that easily tonight. Before she made it fifteen feet towards her room he was in her path. "Yes?" she asked looking him in the eye, both annoyed and defiant.
"We were not finished talking."
"Well I was," she said moving to step passed him. But his arm came out to stop her. She looked at the arm then moved around his left side. He raised a brow as she walked by before obstructing her path again.
"Well I was not. And since you are a 'guest' in my home I suggest you wait until you are dismissed."
"What do you want from me!?" she nearly screamed. She felt so tired, mentally, physcially, emotionally. She couldn't stand it anymore, this place. The silence. The emptiness. His cold stares. Despite the few times she could bare to be around the too happy Rin the atmosphere of his home was weighing on her. It only served to push her further into herself. She wanted to be with her friends, Inu Yasha and the others. She knew they could draw her out, help her forget. But here in this empty and silent palace, she had only herself and the dreaded future to ponder, and it was destroying her, she could feel it. What's more she was so near to him and couldn't love him... Gods why hadn't she tried to escape?
"I want..." he paused. She looked at him with angry tear filled eyes that demanded an answer. He reached a hand out and took hold of her chin and she tried desperately to ignore the warmth that came from it. Forcing her to look at him he spoke again. "I want to hear you say something or do something, without this fear in your eyes." She stepped back and stared at him, shocked at his answer and whatever feeling she saw in his eyes. "What happened to the woman you used to be? The one I used to know?"
"You never knew me," she spat, pulling away. However she knew his asking was not completely unwarranted.
"Not closely no, but I knew enough. What happened to the woman who always fought, who was never afraid for herself. You feared not I, nor Naraku, nor do I imagine any other youkai you have encountered. What happened to the mere human who fought everything, kicking and screaming if that was all you could do? Now, you remain here, passive, brooding. You haven't even tried to escape or contact your friends since I brought you here. It seems that your soul is only mere embers of the bonfire that once inhabited your human shell. So tell me, what happened to her?"
She stared at him, surprised at his observations and how right they truly were. She could feel the truth in what he said. She was raped, she thought painfully. Then upon her return to this world was kidnapped and kept here for nearly a month before falling for her captor, her best friend's brother. Then he died... you died. She tried to keep the tears at bay from the horrible memory. You died protecting me, fighting for me. Then I awoke to the time before I returned. So I changed, I tried not to let you find me. I thought... I think that if we don't fall in love then you won't die. Can't you see I'm afraid for your life?!
All these things she thought, but could not bring herself to speak them. He watched in silence, awaiting her answer examining the play of emotions in her eyes. It was strange how they didn't show on the rest of her face as much as they used to. He was mildly surprised at the three that dominated her eyes and scent; pain, fear, and sadness. "That girl..." she finally spoke, "That girl is hiding."
"And your passion, your anger? Is that hiding too?" She folded arms around herself and looked away from him. He sighed inside, this was getting him nowhere, what was the key to unlocking her old self? Where did it lie? Hidden within herself or was it outside of her for him to find?
"Who I am and how I am acting is none of your business Sesshoumaru." She had dropped the honorific, he noticed. Her patience was wearing thin. "Now I would appreciate it if I could continue on to my room."
As she brushed past him he grabbed her arm. "We are not finished yet Miko-sama."
She turned her glaring eyes up at his for a second. Staring into golden depths before looking away, she had to look away before she let the emotion show in her eyes. The yearing, the desire, the need and love she felt for him. "Let me go Sesshoumaru. I am to tired to deal with you right now."
She was almost there, he could taste it. Sesshoumaru was almost to the point of getting her angry, of giving a fresh rush of fuel to the smoldering embers of her weakening spirit. "No Miko-sama, we are not done until I say so."
She looked up at him a moment, surprised at the unforgiving tone in his comment, before looking down at the hand that grasped her. She had to get away from him soon. She wanted to take that hand, to kiss it, hold it in her own, press it to her face. But fear once again stayed her hand. She looked down at the ground whispering her request, "Please Sesshoumaru-sama, let me go."
He cursed mentally, she was retreating again! He had one last thing he would try to get some reaction out of her, anger or otherwise. Anything but this shy obedience that he knew was not in her nature. I did not want to do this, he thought with mild disgust, though not as much as he had expected.
So while she remain standing there, willing herself to remain silent, he spoke, "Kagome..." She looked up at him again another kind of surprise decorating her youthful features. He had said her name, softly, quietly. "You should not hide your true self," ...almost affectionately. Then Sesshoumaru took her chin in his clawed hand before covering her lips with his.
Her body stiffened with shock as she looked into his half-lidded amber depths. Then for a second she felt utter relief and joy and allowed herself to relax into the kiss, butterfly eyelashes fluttering closed over her eyes, brushing against his smooth skin. This thing that she had longed for, that she thought she would never feel again, was happening. Her hands came up to his chest gripping the fabric there, barely pulling him down towards her.
Then the few seconds of blissful ignorance ended. An image flashed though her mind. Sesshoumaru grabbing her, taking the attack meant for her, the wound that would slow him down enough to cause his demise. Then later as his poison claws dug deeply into Naraku's form so too did Naraku's dig into to him. The miasma infecting his body though not as quickly as his poison melted Naraku's. Then there he was dying in her arms, the miasma staining the ground so that nothing would grow where he died. The corrosive darkness that would attempt to marr his beatiful features after his death. Kagome's powers that, only because she refused to leave his side, would purify the miasma so that his grave would not be so tainted as the site of his death. His grave...
His death...
His blood...
on her hands...
He felt her stiffen initially. Then for a moment she relaxed, kissing him back, and it was dizzying. He was surprised at how good this felt, he had not expected to enjoy that which he had never wanted to do. When she pulled on him his hand moved from her face into her raven tresses and some part of him marvelled at how silky and smooth it was. In that second he closed his eyes, loosing himself to this sensation. Her taste, her smell, the way her hair felt through his fingers, they way her small hands clung to him as though she would die without him. The moment lasted an eternity, and every faucet of his being told him that it should never end, that he wanted more.
Then suddenly blissful eternity ended far too soon. He felt her stiffen and gasp again. Fear and sorrow surged through her as she pushed him off, only succeeding because he allowed it.
He was, once again, surprised to see wide fear-filled eyes staring at him, not shock, no anger, no passion. Just fear. Her shakey delicate fingers touched her lips. She shook her head slightly, this time finding no voice to speak with. Then she turned and ran.
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Job, broken computer, Job, new harddrive, comp fixed, Hellsing Box Set, dad's Hard drive slaved to my new one..(Dad get YOUR computer fixed!!!), Job, finally got old one slaved in and got all my writing stuff and notes back WOOHOO!!
I have most of the Next Chapter for this done already.. can't say much for my other stories though....