Nik: Forgive me for the mixup. I put it up by accident. See I wrote the first part at home, then finished it at school. Then during study I put it up, forgetting about the second part. In each of my chapters so far the end has been the end of a day in addition to the time Koga was unconsious and when they traveled into the slayers villege. The next chapter will be a continuation of this one however. That is after I finish catching up on my other Inu fic where Kags is insane..

Koga's ears flicked softly as he caught sounds just beyond his door.. He slowly opened his eyes and listened carefully to the indestinct yelling beyond the wooden door.

"You idiot! We still havent sold our last demon! where are we supposed to put this one?!" there was a soft thud and Koga could hear someone being tossed on the ground. "We havent got any other cages made for an adult demon!" The vassel stammered out a response Koga couldn't make out and then rushed off, his feet making soft tapps against the floor. For a moment, the man outside of the door looked about to enter his cell but then thought better of it, or recalled some errand he had to do, abandoning his previous idea. After about a half hour Koga decided that nothing else would happen and drifted back to sleep, only to be awoken several hours later by someone struggling to open the lock.. Koga looked up to find both Ginto and Hikkaku trying to force open the lock..

"Ginto, Hikakku! What are you two doing here?!" Hikakku spoke as Ginto tried to force the lock. there was yelling outside of the door. "Whats going on out there?"

"The wolves are keeping the humans buisy while we free you Koga. We came looking for you after the dust cleared from when those demon hunters attacked." The door slammed open and the girls father stood there, his face red with anger and probably flushed from alcahol. He held a huge mace and looked about to swing it into Ginto's face as they turned around in surprise. But the human fell to the ground like a felled tree as two wolves jumped on his back, one snapping his spinal chord with a bite to the neck. Ginto finished picking the lock and they undid the clasp on Koga's neck. As Koga lept out of the room he had been kept in for 4 days of that week in captivity, nearly everything was still and he bodies of both wolves and slayers littered the ground. The dirt tainted with blood. But behind one of the buildings, Koga saw the last of the slayers staying off the rest of the wolves. As he watched he saw that the girl was there as well, seemingly leading the otherwise useless group. Since the wolves now had the element of surprise, the slayers were disoriented, and hat was losing them he battle. Koga quickly shot through and grabbed the girl around the waist; her weapon already entwined in the gored body of a wolf. She struggled with Koga uselessly since the arm he held her with had the enhanced strength of a jewel shard.

As he finally released her, she took a fighting stance and Koga was reminded of that odd cent again because she was now even more wounded than last time. She had murder in her eyes against Koga for separating her from the other slayers. She looked oddly befitting to the serenity around her however, her armor stained with her blood and the blood of both comrade and enemy.

"You have your freedom prince, now let me help my comrades." Koga considered letting her go for a moment, but then caught up quickly and stood in her path. A wolf howled in the distance.

"The slayers are all dead." He dodged a hit from her as she launched out and he pulled her arm away, his face sullen.

"Your slayers were not ready for a sneak attack, were I to leave you there, you would have been killed with them." She paused for a minute before ripping her hand forward and throwing another punch at his chest. Koga was surprised at her strength and released her hand as the wind was knocked out of him. He barely had enough time to dodge as she suddenly came at him. He could have easily halted her assault but was awed at her sudden strength. Her punches and kicks came at lighting speed and for a moment, he believed she had a jewel shard; for, how else could she be so powerful?

Then it hit him. Literally. In this revelation, he had let his guard down and she landed a punch right into his jaw. In a swift movement, he grabbed both her wrists and pinned them behind her back as she still faced him. And as she struggled, he leaned forward and placed his lips on a deep cut on her shoulder.

She froze, their position almost looking like Koga embrace her. The moment lasted years for her and though she knew it was not as it appeared, she couldn't help but feel the intimacy of the situation. As Koga tasted her blood, she felt limp in his hands. And when he realized her, she fell almost gracefully to her knees and sat on her feet, still dazed by the experience. Koga wiped the blood from his lips.

"I knew it. The moment you first fought me, I saw that there was something different about you." She continued to stare blankly at Koga's feet. Koga changed this by sitting down in front of her, and lifting her chin with his hand a reassuring smile.

"You never told me your name." She looked up innocently, like a child, and into his eyes as he asked her. Then pushed his hand away. Her voice was angry, but her eyes didn't change. She couldn't hide it from him.

"Why should I tell you? You killed my family, destroyed my home! Give me one reason why I shouldn't just take out my sword and continue our fight right now." His stare was very intimidating as he looked right into her eyes good-naturedly.

"You showed me compassion, a trait found as rarely in humans as mercy in demons. Those people may have raised you, but they were not your family. And that village may have been your home, but it was not where you belong." She turned away angrily.

"If you're so smart, than why don't you tell me where exactly I do belong?" he smiled sweetly.

"Here."

Nik: Im obsessed with vampires and the intimacy they share with their victems. Koga may be just tasteing her blood, but to her, his lips on her wound seem to last an eternity, just as I imagine the moment of death to be on the victem of a vampire.