An: Srry for the late update but my computer was acting up and wouldn't let
me download the chapter. So I made the chapter longer than my other ones
just for you guys. Thanxs to all my reviewers.
If you want a disclaimer go to the first chappie.
The Healing
I found the 1980s to be an interesting decade. I fell in love with the clothes and the music which both surpassed that of the previous decade. I dressed in as little as possible, and wandered through the LA bars absorbing the sights, sounds, and smells that I found there.
One night as I sat alone in a corner, cloaked in it's shadows, an absolutely beautiful man bounded onto the stage. All blond hair, spandex, and scarves he made my pulse quicken. I leaned forward with rapt attention as he began to sing. Before he was halfway through the first song, I was completely captivated by both his very appealing looks and by the stew of emotions that flowed from him to engulf me.
I returned to the same club the next night, and followed the band from club to club almost nightly for the next 2 weeks, unable to get enough of the stranger's tanned, blue-eyed attitude. Finally I approached him.
I had no difficulty getting backstage, it was a small club with very little security, and no difficulty in attracting his attention dressed as I was in short, tight leather and stiletto heels.
He smiled as I approached him. "Hi."
His voice sent a bolt of electricity through my entire body. He almost crackled from the all the raw emotion he held inside. My red lips widened slowly into a seductive smile. Desire soon became the strongest emotion I felt from him. I was tempted to take him there on the spot.
"Wanna beer?" He offered, producing a brown bottle beaded with water from a nearby ice chest.
I simply shook my head--if he only knew what I really wanted. His body glistened with sweat, and his shirt clung to his damp skin. A vein throbbed under the smooth, bronze skin of his throat as he tipped his head back and took a long draw from the bottle. The tip of my tongue snaked out to lick my lips. His desire increased. I knew then that I had to have him--and I would. "Let's go out back." he suggested, thoughts of seduction filling his head. "Yes, let's." I agreed, smiling behind his back as I followed him.
Once outside I pushed him up against the cool brick, firmly but not roughly, the same move he'd been planning to use on me. His shock quickly turned to pleasure as I covered his mouth with mine and slowly slid my tongue between his lips, tasting the beer that had been there only moments earlier. The images that flooded my mind as I kissed him almost made me dizzy. My passion for him didn't decrease, but was matched with compassion for the great amount of pain he carried inside. Almost equaling the pain I felt when I thought of Inuyasha. I knew I couldn't feed from him that night. Abruptly I ended the kiss, leaving him confused and full of need as I vanished into the night.
I still followed him to the clubs, but I approached him every night now as well. The second night he told me his name was Shessoumaru , I didn't tell him that I'd known this for weeks. Though our meetings were brief, and our conversations even briefer, I got to know him a little more each time I touched or kissed him. After 2 more weeks of this I wanted to know everything, so I finally invited him to my apartment.
"I thought you were never going to ask!" he said, his enthusiasm barely contained.
I sensed an immediate wave of apprehension from Shessoumaru the moment we stepped through my front door and looked through the sliding glass doors to the balcony that rested 7 stories above the blanket of city lights.
He asked where the bathroom was, and disappeared in it's direction. I wandered out onto the balcony. The constant breeze that existed at this height tugged at my hair as I gazed up at the stars, remembering the first time Inuyasha took me up among them. The temptation to visit them this night was great, but I knew Shessoumaru would return soon.
His name was accompanied in my mind by a mental image of him standing in front of the mirror in my brass and onyx bathroom, his palm full of multi- colored pills. He sorted through them with one finger, tipping his hand this way and that, trying to decide on the perfect combination. While I was saddened by this vision, I wasn't surprised. It was the only way he knew how to deal with his pain. With little effort, I convinced him to return the pills to their crumpled plastic bag without taking any of them.
I could hear the soft crinkle of his black leather jacket and feel the vibration of his boots on the deep blue shag of my carpet as he entered the living room once more. The onslaught of emotions I received when he saw me on the balcony caused me to grasp the railing with both hands as physical pain coursed through me.
In a split second I saw a woman standing on a similar balcony while a small boy stood unnoticed just beyond the glass doors. With rain pelting her face, she climbed up on the railing and gracefully dove off. I knew that this was Shessouamru and his mother, I also knew it was the core of his pain. He didn't move when I turned to face him, his thoughts returning to the pills nestled in the pocket of his jacket. For the first time since I'd met him, he looked uncomfortable and unsure of himself.
"It's beautiful out here." I said softly as I approached him.
"Yeah? Well, I have this thing about heights..." he began, faltering when I took his hand in mine and began to walk backward, leading him out onto the balcony.
He silently refused to go any further when we reached the doorway. Not saying or doing anything, just standing there.
I kissed him tenderly on the lips, receiving a stab of emotions similar to the shock of static electricity, and gently tugged on his hand once more as I led him to the railing. His eyes were filled with confusion, not understanding his apparent loss of control.
When he looked over the railing my eyes saw a child barely able to peer over the edge, and the bloody and battered form laying on the sidewalk below. The anguish hit me solidly in the chest like an enormous fist. Shessoumaru jumped back from the railing as if he had been burned. His eyes shining bright with tears and the terror of letting them fall.
I placed a hand on each side of his face, bringing it in close to mine. I began to cover it with soft kisses.
"I can rid you of your pain." I breathed in his ear, "But you have to help me." I kissed the corner of his mouth, "You have to bring all of your pain to the surface." I felt his body stiffen at the thought.
I slowly turned him towards the city lights again.
"Remember it all," I coaxed "and I promise it will be for the last time." Then the pain took control. Shessouamru turned and slid down the wall, tears coursing down his face as he came to rest with his back against the wall and his knees pulled up to his chin. I stroked his hair and kissed the saltiness of his tears. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the memories, as my kisses led me to his throat.
His blood was hot and acrid with raw pain as it flowed across my tongue, a kaleidoscope of visions played across the back of my eyelids. At last there was a familiar taste in my mouth, both sweet and salty, as his pain ebbed from him. His breathing and heartbeat slowed as his body fell against mine in a deep sleep. Kissing his brow, I carried him inside and laid him on the satin sheets of my four-poster bed.
As Shessoumaru slept soundly through the day, I dozed fitfully beside him. Memories of Inuyasha played over and over in my mind. Not since Inuyasha a man stirred my emotions the way he did. The warmth of his body and the soft sound of his breathing comforted me as I finally admitted to myself that I was in love with him.
Dusk was conquering daylight when Shessoumaru finally stirred and opened his eyes. I had long ago given up on my attempts at slumber, and was curled up in a chair in the corner.
"Good morning." I murmured.
His mortal eyes searched for me in the rapidly growing shadows. When they found me, he smiled.
"How long have I been asleep?" He asked, concern tainting his husky voice. "Just a few hours." I assured him as I returned to the bed, "You had a long night."
His brow creased as he attempted to recall memories no longer in his grasp. I sat beside him on the bed, my heart pounding at the nearness of him. "Let me refresh your memory." I whispered, placing a soft kiss on his lips.
His returned my kiss with a passionate, lingering one as I sought out the buttons on his shirt, and began to undo them. I'd shed my clothes from the night before and now wore only a short, silk robe which he slipped his hand inside to caress me. When his shirt lay open, I lowered my head to his chest and began covering it with kisses.
When Shessoumaru stood to remove his clothes, I sat on the edge of the bed and openly admired the beauty of his naked body. I leaned over and lightly licked the side of his stomach, and he moaned in response. My tongue continued it's journey downward, following the line of golden hair on his stomach. Soon I was slowly running the tip of my tongue up and down the stiff length of him, teasing him until he was glistening from my kisses. He tangled his fingers in my hair as I took him in my mouth and began stroking him with my tongue.
Slowly and gently I slid my fangs into him, the blood was at the surface and flowed easily, so the wounds were shallow and felt like nothing more than a gentle grazing of my teeth. As I fed, his breathing quickened, and his hips began to move slowly, until I was swallowing his passion along with his blood.
Shessoumaru pulled me into his embrace, and held me there, the closeness of our bodies reviving his passion and heightening mine. Soon he was kissing me deeply, and easing me back onto the bed, entering me with exquisite slowness. Our bodies fit together so perfectly it was hard to believe they had been created centuries apart.
He liked long, deep kisses, and slow, tender lovemaking. The pain that had almost consumed him was now gone, replaced with a passion for me that was almost as strong. We fulfilled our need for each other late into the night.
Shessoumaru and I continued to see each other nearly every night though I quit following him to the clubs. I would hunt while he was performing, and meet him at my apartment after his last show. I still fed from him on occasion, the taste of his blood was a powerful aphrodisiac, but I never took as much from him as I had on the first night.
After months of this, Shessoumaru suggested that we move in together. I'd been dreading this moment because, though I knew he suspected I had a secret, he still had no idea of my true nature.
"Why not?" He protested when I declined his offer, "We spend most of our time together anyway."
"You don't know me as well as you think you do." I replied, fighting a losing battle with the tears that were trying to fall.
"So tell me." he replied.
I'd only been delaying the inevitable, I knew I would have to tell him the truth someday, I had just hoped that day wouldn't come this soon. I nodded and led him out on the balcony.
Standing by the railing, I looked deep into his eyes. Fearing we were in our last moments together, I put all of my feelings for him into a kiss. And then, as Inuyasha had done so many years before, I slid my arm around his waist and took him up into the night sky.
Shessoumaru wasn't afraid as his mind struggled to explain what was happening. He looked down upon the city below us, and then back into my eyes.
"I don't...how..." his voice remained calm as he tried to find the words. I placed a finger to his lips, "There's more." I said, returning to the balcony. Once there, I brought his wrist to my mouth and kissed it tenderly before sinking my fangs into the vein that waited there. Shessoumaru gasped in surprise and pain, but didn't attempt to pull his hand out of my grasp. Though I'd fed from him many times before, this was the first time I allowed him to realize what was happening.
I didn't drink very much, but when I was finished I couldn't bring myself to face him again. I turned and looked out at the city while long moments of silence surrounded us with their awkwardness.
"I have to go." Shessoumaru finally said.
I turned to face him, the tears beginning to fall already. "I'll be back." he promised "I just have to be alone for awhile." I simply nodded. I knew he was telling the truth, but I couldn't stop my tears, and they continued to fall long after he closed the door behind him.
When Shessoumaru returned the next night, he brought the questions I'd been expecting. We talked for hours, and, as we talked, he would unconsciously rub his wrist, his thumb caressing the small wound. His final question came near dawn, and it was one I hadn't foreseen.
"Will you turn me?" he asked, determined not to be denied.
I wanted nothing more than to spend eternity with him, but I knew it would ruin him.
"I can't."
"You can." he persisted.
"What about your band? The record deal?" I reminded him.
"I don't care! I don't want to lose you."
Shessoumaru had worked most of his life towards making it in the music business, and now that he was almost there, I couldn't take away the success he deserved.
"I'm sorry."
"You'll change your mind." he said, trying to convince himself as well. I never did, though I wanted to many times. We still spent most of our free time together as his band recorded their first album and shot their first video. But when the time came to begin their first tour, I knew I had to stay behind.
"Come with me." he pleaded as he stood on the steps of the tour bus. "You know why I can't." I replied, knowing if he asked me again I would accept his offer.
We kissed until the driver grew impatient and honked. I started to remove Shessouamru's leather jacket, I'd been "borrowing" it since our first night together, but he stopped me with a shake of his head.
"It'll give me an excuse to visit you when I get back." he said with a faint smile.
But as I watched the bus pull away, I knew he would find my apartment empty when he returned
AN Don't forget to review and tell me if you liked it or not.
If you want a disclaimer go to the first chappie.
The Healing
I found the 1980s to be an interesting decade. I fell in love with the clothes and the music which both surpassed that of the previous decade. I dressed in as little as possible, and wandered through the LA bars absorbing the sights, sounds, and smells that I found there.
One night as I sat alone in a corner, cloaked in it's shadows, an absolutely beautiful man bounded onto the stage. All blond hair, spandex, and scarves he made my pulse quicken. I leaned forward with rapt attention as he began to sing. Before he was halfway through the first song, I was completely captivated by both his very appealing looks and by the stew of emotions that flowed from him to engulf me.
I returned to the same club the next night, and followed the band from club to club almost nightly for the next 2 weeks, unable to get enough of the stranger's tanned, blue-eyed attitude. Finally I approached him.
I had no difficulty getting backstage, it was a small club with very little security, and no difficulty in attracting his attention dressed as I was in short, tight leather and stiletto heels.
He smiled as I approached him. "Hi."
His voice sent a bolt of electricity through my entire body. He almost crackled from the all the raw emotion he held inside. My red lips widened slowly into a seductive smile. Desire soon became the strongest emotion I felt from him. I was tempted to take him there on the spot.
"Wanna beer?" He offered, producing a brown bottle beaded with water from a nearby ice chest.
I simply shook my head--if he only knew what I really wanted. His body glistened with sweat, and his shirt clung to his damp skin. A vein throbbed under the smooth, bronze skin of his throat as he tipped his head back and took a long draw from the bottle. The tip of my tongue snaked out to lick my lips. His desire increased. I knew then that I had to have him--and I would. "Let's go out back." he suggested, thoughts of seduction filling his head. "Yes, let's." I agreed, smiling behind his back as I followed him.
Once outside I pushed him up against the cool brick, firmly but not roughly, the same move he'd been planning to use on me. His shock quickly turned to pleasure as I covered his mouth with mine and slowly slid my tongue between his lips, tasting the beer that had been there only moments earlier. The images that flooded my mind as I kissed him almost made me dizzy. My passion for him didn't decrease, but was matched with compassion for the great amount of pain he carried inside. Almost equaling the pain I felt when I thought of Inuyasha. I knew I couldn't feed from him that night. Abruptly I ended the kiss, leaving him confused and full of need as I vanished into the night.
I still followed him to the clubs, but I approached him every night now as well. The second night he told me his name was Shessoumaru , I didn't tell him that I'd known this for weeks. Though our meetings were brief, and our conversations even briefer, I got to know him a little more each time I touched or kissed him. After 2 more weeks of this I wanted to know everything, so I finally invited him to my apartment.
"I thought you were never going to ask!" he said, his enthusiasm barely contained.
I sensed an immediate wave of apprehension from Shessoumaru the moment we stepped through my front door and looked through the sliding glass doors to the balcony that rested 7 stories above the blanket of city lights.
He asked where the bathroom was, and disappeared in it's direction. I wandered out onto the balcony. The constant breeze that existed at this height tugged at my hair as I gazed up at the stars, remembering the first time Inuyasha took me up among them. The temptation to visit them this night was great, but I knew Shessoumaru would return soon.
His name was accompanied in my mind by a mental image of him standing in front of the mirror in my brass and onyx bathroom, his palm full of multi- colored pills. He sorted through them with one finger, tipping his hand this way and that, trying to decide on the perfect combination. While I was saddened by this vision, I wasn't surprised. It was the only way he knew how to deal with his pain. With little effort, I convinced him to return the pills to their crumpled plastic bag without taking any of them.
I could hear the soft crinkle of his black leather jacket and feel the vibration of his boots on the deep blue shag of my carpet as he entered the living room once more. The onslaught of emotions I received when he saw me on the balcony caused me to grasp the railing with both hands as physical pain coursed through me.
In a split second I saw a woman standing on a similar balcony while a small boy stood unnoticed just beyond the glass doors. With rain pelting her face, she climbed up on the railing and gracefully dove off. I knew that this was Shessouamru and his mother, I also knew it was the core of his pain. He didn't move when I turned to face him, his thoughts returning to the pills nestled in the pocket of his jacket. For the first time since I'd met him, he looked uncomfortable and unsure of himself.
"It's beautiful out here." I said softly as I approached him.
"Yeah? Well, I have this thing about heights..." he began, faltering when I took his hand in mine and began to walk backward, leading him out onto the balcony.
He silently refused to go any further when we reached the doorway. Not saying or doing anything, just standing there.
I kissed him tenderly on the lips, receiving a stab of emotions similar to the shock of static electricity, and gently tugged on his hand once more as I led him to the railing. His eyes were filled with confusion, not understanding his apparent loss of control.
When he looked over the railing my eyes saw a child barely able to peer over the edge, and the bloody and battered form laying on the sidewalk below. The anguish hit me solidly in the chest like an enormous fist. Shessoumaru jumped back from the railing as if he had been burned. His eyes shining bright with tears and the terror of letting them fall.
I placed a hand on each side of his face, bringing it in close to mine. I began to cover it with soft kisses.
"I can rid you of your pain." I breathed in his ear, "But you have to help me." I kissed the corner of his mouth, "You have to bring all of your pain to the surface." I felt his body stiffen at the thought.
I slowly turned him towards the city lights again.
"Remember it all," I coaxed "and I promise it will be for the last time." Then the pain took control. Shessouamru turned and slid down the wall, tears coursing down his face as he came to rest with his back against the wall and his knees pulled up to his chin. I stroked his hair and kissed the saltiness of his tears. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the memories, as my kisses led me to his throat.
His blood was hot and acrid with raw pain as it flowed across my tongue, a kaleidoscope of visions played across the back of my eyelids. At last there was a familiar taste in my mouth, both sweet and salty, as his pain ebbed from him. His breathing and heartbeat slowed as his body fell against mine in a deep sleep. Kissing his brow, I carried him inside and laid him on the satin sheets of my four-poster bed.
As Shessoumaru slept soundly through the day, I dozed fitfully beside him. Memories of Inuyasha played over and over in my mind. Not since Inuyasha a man stirred my emotions the way he did. The warmth of his body and the soft sound of his breathing comforted me as I finally admitted to myself that I was in love with him.
Dusk was conquering daylight when Shessoumaru finally stirred and opened his eyes. I had long ago given up on my attempts at slumber, and was curled up in a chair in the corner.
"Good morning." I murmured.
His mortal eyes searched for me in the rapidly growing shadows. When they found me, he smiled.
"How long have I been asleep?" He asked, concern tainting his husky voice. "Just a few hours." I assured him as I returned to the bed, "You had a long night."
His brow creased as he attempted to recall memories no longer in his grasp. I sat beside him on the bed, my heart pounding at the nearness of him. "Let me refresh your memory." I whispered, placing a soft kiss on his lips.
His returned my kiss with a passionate, lingering one as I sought out the buttons on his shirt, and began to undo them. I'd shed my clothes from the night before and now wore only a short, silk robe which he slipped his hand inside to caress me. When his shirt lay open, I lowered my head to his chest and began covering it with kisses.
When Shessoumaru stood to remove his clothes, I sat on the edge of the bed and openly admired the beauty of his naked body. I leaned over and lightly licked the side of his stomach, and he moaned in response. My tongue continued it's journey downward, following the line of golden hair on his stomach. Soon I was slowly running the tip of my tongue up and down the stiff length of him, teasing him until he was glistening from my kisses. He tangled his fingers in my hair as I took him in my mouth and began stroking him with my tongue.
Slowly and gently I slid my fangs into him, the blood was at the surface and flowed easily, so the wounds were shallow and felt like nothing more than a gentle grazing of my teeth. As I fed, his breathing quickened, and his hips began to move slowly, until I was swallowing his passion along with his blood.
Shessoumaru pulled me into his embrace, and held me there, the closeness of our bodies reviving his passion and heightening mine. Soon he was kissing me deeply, and easing me back onto the bed, entering me with exquisite slowness. Our bodies fit together so perfectly it was hard to believe they had been created centuries apart.
He liked long, deep kisses, and slow, tender lovemaking. The pain that had almost consumed him was now gone, replaced with a passion for me that was almost as strong. We fulfilled our need for each other late into the night.
Shessoumaru and I continued to see each other nearly every night though I quit following him to the clubs. I would hunt while he was performing, and meet him at my apartment after his last show. I still fed from him on occasion, the taste of his blood was a powerful aphrodisiac, but I never took as much from him as I had on the first night.
After months of this, Shessoumaru suggested that we move in together. I'd been dreading this moment because, though I knew he suspected I had a secret, he still had no idea of my true nature.
"Why not?" He protested when I declined his offer, "We spend most of our time together anyway."
"You don't know me as well as you think you do." I replied, fighting a losing battle with the tears that were trying to fall.
"So tell me." he replied.
I'd only been delaying the inevitable, I knew I would have to tell him the truth someday, I had just hoped that day wouldn't come this soon. I nodded and led him out on the balcony.
Standing by the railing, I looked deep into his eyes. Fearing we were in our last moments together, I put all of my feelings for him into a kiss. And then, as Inuyasha had done so many years before, I slid my arm around his waist and took him up into the night sky.
Shessoumaru wasn't afraid as his mind struggled to explain what was happening. He looked down upon the city below us, and then back into my eyes.
"I don't...how..." his voice remained calm as he tried to find the words. I placed a finger to his lips, "There's more." I said, returning to the balcony. Once there, I brought his wrist to my mouth and kissed it tenderly before sinking my fangs into the vein that waited there. Shessoumaru gasped in surprise and pain, but didn't attempt to pull his hand out of my grasp. Though I'd fed from him many times before, this was the first time I allowed him to realize what was happening.
I didn't drink very much, but when I was finished I couldn't bring myself to face him again. I turned and looked out at the city while long moments of silence surrounded us with their awkwardness.
"I have to go." Shessoumaru finally said.
I turned to face him, the tears beginning to fall already. "I'll be back." he promised "I just have to be alone for awhile." I simply nodded. I knew he was telling the truth, but I couldn't stop my tears, and they continued to fall long after he closed the door behind him.
When Shessoumaru returned the next night, he brought the questions I'd been expecting. We talked for hours, and, as we talked, he would unconsciously rub his wrist, his thumb caressing the small wound. His final question came near dawn, and it was one I hadn't foreseen.
"Will you turn me?" he asked, determined not to be denied.
I wanted nothing more than to spend eternity with him, but I knew it would ruin him.
"I can't."
"You can." he persisted.
"What about your band? The record deal?" I reminded him.
"I don't care! I don't want to lose you."
Shessoumaru had worked most of his life towards making it in the music business, and now that he was almost there, I couldn't take away the success he deserved.
"I'm sorry."
"You'll change your mind." he said, trying to convince himself as well. I never did, though I wanted to many times. We still spent most of our free time together as his band recorded their first album and shot their first video. But when the time came to begin their first tour, I knew I had to stay behind.
"Come with me." he pleaded as he stood on the steps of the tour bus. "You know why I can't." I replied, knowing if he asked me again I would accept his offer.
We kissed until the driver grew impatient and honked. I started to remove Shessouamru's leather jacket, I'd been "borrowing" it since our first night together, but he stopped me with a shake of his head.
"It'll give me an excuse to visit you when I get back." he said with a faint smile.
But as I watched the bus pull away, I knew he would find my apartment empty when he returned
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