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R&R ok first posted fan fic... let me know what you think. I won't continue if I don't get feedback. Flames are welcome, just be decent, K? Enjoy... hopefully.

Kagome erupted in triumphant laughter as her feet connected with solid group again. It was pitch black in the well, as it was night and she was now inside the well house. She sighed at the polluted air but smiled that she had escaped Inuyasha for at least the night. 'Finally' she thought with a grin 'a night alone.' Kagome readjusted her backpack and began her climb. It wasn't that she disliked Inuyasha and the others or that she didn't like spending time with them, truth be told, after being with them for 4 years she loved them all dearly. It was just so very difficult to be alone in the feudal era and she needed her space sometimes. Having reached the top, Kagome swung her legs over the lip and headed to the doors. With a quiet heave she shoved the doors open and she froze. Standing not 2 feet from her was a man. His hair and clothing stood deathly still in the light breeze that blew around Kagome and she shivered involuntarily. She couldn't find her voice to scream and she knew at that moment that she had never, and would never again be more terrified than she was then. His hair was inky black and shoulder length and his face was fair and Caucasian. He stood a good foot and a half taller than her and wore an ankle length black trench coat and combat boots. If she hadn't been scared breathless, she would have laughed at the cliché-ness of the clothing. As she stood quivering, staring into his eyes, they began to glow red. Then he moved. Like a serpent of death, he swept down on her and sunk his canines into her neck. Her mouth feel open in a terrified, silent scream as her body felt as if it was on fire. The man's arms slipped around Kagome's petite waist and held her against his broad chest. Kagome's thoughts blurred and her vision swam. 'Inuyasha...'

Kagome sat bolt up right in her bed. It was that dream again. The memory of that night still brought her into a cold sweat. She swung her legs out of her king sized feather bed and stood. She wore short red boxers and a tight black thin strapped tank top. She wandered over to the window of her bedroom and partially drew back the thick black drapes. It was a few hours before sunrise. She looked out over New York City from her 200th floor penthouse suite. Life had never been the same.

She felt the blood being drawn from her and then she felt weightless. The man had moved but she was numb. Next she knew she was drinking down a bittersweet liquid from a cold wrist. Her eyes drifted closed and her consciousness retreated into her mind. She watched as a dark energy plunged into her. It wasn't necessarily evil; it was empty and felt of death. Her pure miko energy surged from within her to clash head on with the invasion. But to Kagome's surprise her pure pink energy enveloped the darkness and constricted. She vaguely felt her body seizure under the conflict. As the globe of energy shrunk it began to glow a deep vibrant red. Her miko energy had purified and assimilated the foreign entity. Her tongue felt heavy as she slipped back into consciousness and thick with a tangy metallic taste. 'Blood...' her mind registered for her. She felt herself lying on a bed and her eyes shot open. She rubbed her eyes with her now clawed hands. Her mind froze. 'Claws?' Her tongue crawled along her teeth and found her canines elongated. 'Fangs?' Then she felt it. The man was in the room. Her head snapped to the side, and as she tried to stand she found herself too fatigued to do so. Her eyes locked with the shadowed figure next to the bed.

"You've recovered from your rebirth." The man said quietly. "Good."

Kagome's mind sluggishly clicked. Bite...Blood...claws...fangs...death... "oh kami." She whispered.

The man laughed a quick harsh laugh and frowned. "No kamis can help you anymore."

"Where?" Kagome whispered.

"New York." The man said shortly.

"What...?" Kagome began weakly curling in on herself.

"I am your sire. You are a vampire." He said briefly.

Kagome let the information sink in. She felt within herself seeking the truth and found no evil, no demon. She had saved herself, somehow. She wasn't cold. She wasn't dead.

"I'm not dead." She muttered in denial and rebellion.

The man snorted condescendingly. "You think I couldn't tell, bitch. I don't know what you did." His voice was venomous. "You're alive, breathing, with a heart beat, and yet you have been reborn."

'I ran as soon as I could.' Kagome thought as she watched New York City wake up. 'And I ran right into the sunlight and didn't die. I ran where Cyrus couldn't follow. But he found me that night. And the night after. And the night after, until I stopped running from the truth.' Kagome turned and looked at her clock. It read 6:00, Friday July 13, 2081.

"Eighty years." Kagome mumbled as she entered her bathroom. She stripped of her clothes and turned on her shower. The hot water beat against her bare skin and Kagome sighed. She had finally talked Cyrus into letting her go back to Tokyo. She had kept track of her family through Cyrus' contacts. They had been devastated at Kagome's apparent death but had moved on. Souta had grown up and married and had 4 children. He had died only last year. It had killed Kagome to not be there for his funeral but Cyrus' trust in her was uneasy and he was not yet ready to let her to back to Japan. But now he trusted her enough to let her go. Today she would be going home. She clutched the half jewel around her neck and sighed. Maybe she'd go back to that home to. Finish the jewel finally. That is if the well let her through. Honestly she was terrified of what she might find.

She shut off the shower and readied her self for the day. Cyrus had taken a red eye flight last night over to Tokyo to get settled in before sunrise and Kagome's flight was in two hours. She blow-dried her black and red hair and left it down. Sometime over the years she had impulsively died the underneath half of her hair blood red and the combination had stuck. She put on thin black eyeliner and mascara and darker maroon lip-gloss. Her skin had darkened, after her spending as many hours in the sun, away from the vampire world of night, as possible. She looked at herself in the mirror. She had a total of six ear piercing, 2 on her right and four on her left, and her eyebrow was pierced, she wore a metallic spike through the hole. She had gotten many other piercings through the years, most of which had healed over. She revealed in the momentary pain and adrenaline rush that overwhelmed for a moment the pain in her still very much human heart. Those many years ago, the miko in her had killed of the parasitic demon, but had acquired all the aspects and immortality but somehow kept her humanity.

She pulled on a pair of guy short khaki's and a black tanktop, grabbed her duffel and headed toward JFK airport and her flight home.

Kagome sat astride her black crotch rocket, still wearing her helmet and stared at the shrine. It hadn't changed much. There was now security around it, which made her laugh. It was amid a very high tech and modernized Tokyo and the shrine was very much stuck in the past. Cyrus wanted her to come straight to the hotel from the airport but Kagome had other ideas. She wasn't going to pass up a chance to try the well. She had stopped off at a retro store and picked up several packs of ramen as a peace offering just incase He was still around. Kagome's heart still ached with unrequited love for the hanyou even after more than half a century. She knew deep down that she would always love him. She swung her leg over the side of the bike and dismounted. She kicked out the stand and pulled off her helmet. After adjusting her floor length black trench coat she shouldered her full duffel bag. Her footsteps were unsteady as she headed for the stairs and the guard hut. A uniformed man stepped out as she approached and halted her approach.

"What's your business here?" The man asked, not unkindly.

'What?' she thought stupidly. 'This is a shrine. Maybe I'm here to pray.' "To pray." She said with a blank look.

"The bag?" The man questioned.

Kagome sighed. "Clothing and food. I have a love of ramen." She said opening it up to his eyes. "I only have a bike, so I didn't want my bag stolen."

The man nodded and smiled. "There is a tour in a half hour or you are welcome to look around." He looked at her for a moment. "I hope you find the peace you seek."

"Thank you." Kagome whispered and climbed the stairs. She stood for a moment looking at the main house with nostalgia. The she turned and strode across the courtyard and toward the well house. She was a few feet away when she heard a male voice call out.

"Miss! The well house if off limits." Kagome glanced over her shoulder to look at a middle aged man who look very much like an older Souta. 'My nephew' She thought with a sad sigh and continued striding forward. The man's footsteps were hurried as Kagome wrenched open the door and ducked inside. "Miss. I must really protest." He continued politely.

"Sorry." Kagome called out in Japanese as she launched herself over the lip of the well. 'Please work, Please work.' Her mind cried out. She felt the familiar tug of magic and sighed, however quiet suddenly the blue light flashed bright white and Kagome was no longer falling but being thrown backward. With another white pulse Kagome felt herself collide with the side of the well and fell harshly to her knees. With a whispered prayer, Kagome looked up into clear blue sky. She felt like screaming and she did. She threw her head back from her spot in the bottom of the well and screamed out her joy and release. The sound tore through the air and Kagome grinned.