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Awakening

His eyes. They trapped her within their golden depths. The wind blew, playfully drawing strands of his silken hair across his brow. He regarded her silently for a moment, taking in the scent of her slight apprehension and excitement. It was intoxicating. She stood mesmerized as he purposefully took a step forward, his lips curved into a small smirk. She didn't move even as he trailed his claws down her arm tearing the thin material of her gown and leaving deep red welts. She shivered, the sensation drawing her nipples into hard peaks straining against its confines. She held her breath as his hand went up to caress her face. Her gaze stayed locked on his lips willing him to close the distance between them and possess her mouth in a passionate kiss. As if reading her mind, he complied, licking her bottom lip for entrance before delving into the velvety cavern of her mouth. She melted against him, clutching at his shoulders as her hips pressed against his abdomen in silent demand. Wind blew, drawing his silky, silver hair to entangle with her own ebony locks. His hand left her face and moved to grasp her waist, pressing her even more against him. She felt his hard need and blushed her excitement. Wantonly, she ground against him eliciting a low growl as he broke the kiss and pushed her towards the ground. Kami, they were going to do it outside? In the open? The thought of getting caught crossed her mind before his nibble at her neck brought her attention to more important things. She shifted against him, tugging at his haori. The damn thing needed to come off. He chuckled and moved away from her, shedding his clothes in one swift motion. It was as if they just disappeared. Seeing the hungry look in her eyes as she gazed upon his magnificent body, he returned to her. He allowed her hands to explore him, savoring the feel of her small hands tentatively stroking his muscular abdomen before he stilled them.

"It's your turn," he whispered in her ear.

Her eyes widened then narrowed dreamily. His voice was enough to get her hot. She barely registered the swipe of his claws before her thin yukata fell away from her in pieces. The cold wind assaulted her before his warm body was covering hers and his lips were again devouring her own. It was wonderful, the feel of his hard muscles pressed against the softness of her skin. She sighed into his mouth as his hand sought and fondled a breast. He kissed a path down her neck occasionally nipping and soothing the sensitive spots with his tongue. A low moan was drawn from her as his mouth enveloped her nipple, his tongue flicking against it. She arched towards him and pressed his head closer to her breast. The primal sensations he elicited within her were calling out to her instincts. She wanted to bite, lick, and kiss him all over. He could sense her need she knew. He looked up at her, the golden of his eyes fading to brown. His once silky silver hair was now an ominous black. She gasped and tried to pull away from him, but his hands were pinning her down. The sensual smile turned sadistic.

"Kagome."

She bolted up out of her sleep gasping wildly. A quick look around the darkened room confirmed that she was alone. She didn't sense any other presence. Relaxing slightly she settled back down on her bed of dirt. She was lucky she had found this abandoned hut. Lack of sleep had begun to take its toll; she had found herself stumbling around as she searched for a place to rest. She curled into herself and tried to fall back asleep. She knew it was pointless in trying; she was wide awake and alert. The wind blew, rustling leaves and wracking her nerves.

"Calm down Kagome," she told herself, "You're just being paranoid."

Day after day, night after night, for as long as she could remember demons had hunted her, calling for her blood. Why? She had asked herself that repeatedly even has she tripped over rocks and roots in her haste to get away. She had never attacked a demon, and they weren't known to constantly hunt just one human. It was just a single group either, all of them hunted her. All of them.

Humans hadn't helped her in her plight. She had gone to villages begging for help.

"What would you have us do wench? Fight a hoard of demons so they can carry off our women and kill our men? Get out of here!" they shouted at her.

They had turned her away from their villages by throwing stones and sticks at her. Her life had no meaning to them, she realized. Nevertheless, she had continued seeking help, hoping someone would take pity on her. The last village she had sought out had viciously beat her. The men had taken in her tattered clothing and dirty face and thought her a dishonored woman who had angered the demons and brought their wrath with her.

"Trash! You bring demons to our village and expect us to help?"

A group of demons had previously ransacked the village and killed several of their men. It was the miko of the village who had stopped the men from raping and killing her. She had looked down on Kagome with sympathy in her eyes, and Kagome had thought she finally found a friend, but when the miko went to touch her, her powers reacted, and she attacked Kagome of her own right accusing her to be a demon. Kagome frowned. She was not a demon. She was very obviously human. A howl in the night caught her attention. Did the wolf demons find her? The howl grew further away, and she relaxed and returned to her thoughts.

Was she a demon? She stared at the ceiling pondering. Perhaps that was the reason why the demons were after her. She had heard stories of female youkai in heat. They drew the attention of male youkai everywhere, but she was sure these demons didn't want to mate with her. They wanted her blood. The howling in the distance was making her increasingly nervous. She had no way to combat a demon if they found her again. She had barely escaped last time. A boar youkai had cornered her and was about to charge right through her. She had kicked dirt into its eyes and fled knowing full well the demon would be able to sniff her out, but surprisingly, the demon never found her. Even when she was 3 ft away from it, it had not caught her. It was much later when she realized she had the ability to mask her scent. She knew not how she had acquired this gift, but she found it came in handy from avoiding her would-be executioners.

Sighing, she rose from the ground and stretched, brushing the dirt from her clothes. She would resume her escape. Those demons that had pursued her from the beginning were becoming increasingly difficult to evade. Especially those wolf youkai. They were persistent in the hunt for her blood. Peering out of the hut she confirmed that no one was around. She trudged off into the forest, occasionally peering over her shoulder for youkai or humans. Both of them were dangerous. She walked lightly, leaving no signs of her trek. Her cautiousness was natural and had been there ever since she had first awoken.

She remembered it clearly. It was perhaps a two months ago, when she had awoke naked and in a ditch. She was disoriented and could remember nothing about herself or her past except for her name, Kagome. She had sat in the ditch repeating the name over and over to herself hoping to find some familiarity with it. It meant nothing to her, but she knew it was her name. It was then the kind villager Misaki had found her and sheltered her, acquainting her with her first kind human contact. It would not last long, as demons had attacked that night. Misaki had set up a shield using various wards monks had given her, but it was as if the demons could sense Kagome's presence. They easily broke the shield and attacked the old woman. Misaki had fought valiantly, hitting demons with wards, charms, and pots, but Kagome knew her age would easily catch up with her and ensure her demise. Taking things into her own hands, Kagome fled the village. As predicted, the demons had followed her, and she'd been running ever since.

As she walked she thought hard about her mysterious past hoping a slight memory would caress her mind. Often she made up different scenarios concerning her life. Always she was a peasant girl who had somehow hit her head, or was attacked by a memory stealing demon. Sometimes, if she allowed herself to be creative, she would be the long lost lover of the handsome youkai in her dreams. The silver haired demon. His golden eyes haunted her constantly, and she often thought of him during her journey. She wondered if he even existed, or if he was just an angel given to her by Kami so she would not lose hope. No matter, night after night, he visited her and made love to her. Well, almost anyway. Her dreams would start off sensual, but end with that evil man. At first she figured the demon and the man were one in the same, but lately she had come to discourage that idea. She had fallen in love with the silver haired demon of her dreams, and refused to believe he was anything but her savior.

The moon filtered through the tops of the trees lighting a path for her. She would walk a couple of hours then rest and think about the youkai. Yes, she had fallen hard for this apparition, but it couldn't be helped. He was the only man she had "known" and probably would be as long as her luck remained intact. Even if she did find a man to settle down with, she doubted if he would be able to compare to the perfection of her dream. It was that perfection that convinced her the silver haired youkai was nothing more than a girlish fantasy. She had come up with the explanation that the silver haired youkai was her emotionally starved side calling out for peace, tranquility, and happiness. The evil man had simply been her logical side, letting her know such thoughts were not intended for her. She would die soon, she knew. This grim mindset had long since instilled itself within her, she had no hope for a future that didn't involve running or death. So she comforted herself with the knowledge that at night, her silver haired lover would return and offer her a small slice of pleasure before she would wake and her journey would begin anew.