The Mononoke of Forest Keep
Chapter 3 part I: What dreams may come
Disclaimer: There once was a man from Nantucket , who kept Inuyasha in a bucket, he claimed it was his, 'til the people at Viz. Told him he could go suck it. So apparently Inuyasha's not mine. sigh>
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She had not been this way before, so it was entirely possible that this was the way out. She quickened her pace, and turned another corner. Another dead end, she back tracked and dashed through a sliding door into another corridor. She could hear him now, he wasn't close but she knew she didn't have much time. She redoubled her effort to move quickly and quietly.
The hall seemed to extend on and on, an infinite length, stretching into the unknown. Had she been this way before? Was she going in circles? She spun around trying to find her bearings, outside the storm raged on. She could hear him closer now, his stride leisurely yet purposeful. Her heart sped and twittered erratically. An icy knot had formed in the pit of her stomach and began to radiate out painfully. It was numbing her arms and legs, shooting up the length of her spine. Fear was constricting her lungs each breath came as if it would be her last, and she conceded that it might be in fact her last if she didn't move.
Her efforts to move silently were abandoned as she rushed with abandon towards the end of the hall, but the hall stretched on and on without interruption. Each of her efforts to move quickly was met with the equal and opposite effect. She knew that at the speed her mind was telling her legs to go she should be flying, but she had barely moved ten feet.
The wound on her side was pulsing painfully; each heart beat seemed to sap her strength. The blood was flowing quite freely now and she knew there wasn't much time. Rain had plastered her hair to her face and neck, but it was blood that drenched her shirt. If she could just make her legs obey, but they wouldn't. Her strength was waning, and her legs were cold and unresponsive.
She could hear him plainly now, no more then twenty feet away. Though the dim corridor did not let her see the figure of the man she knew came relentlessly on, she also knew that he could see her. There would be no escape now, not that there had been much hope to begin with.
Her heart lurched painfully, a constriction that choked a tearful gasp. She refused to give up; she would not go down without a fight. She would not just lie down and die. Slowly she started to move again, it wasn't fast enough she knew, but she tried.
Down the long dark corridor she shuffled, the gaping wound on her side seemed like a memory now. She could feel the heat of his gaze, almost taste the hatred that hung in the air, the betrayal she felt was nearly more tangible then her wound. She willed her numb limbs to move faster, but the hall way kept going and going and then she saw it. A light, she dove forward into the sanctuary of the library, their library and then she collapsed on the floor. Her legs could go no further; her arms would not lift to attack. She hung her head and waited and then he was there.
His strong profile silhouetted in the door, his lovely long hair loose, they way she liked it. His red hoari was doubly so, stained with her blood, like the tips of his claws. His lips that were so often tilted in a frown or a glower were smiling now. Not the rare and beautiful smile that only she saw, this was a wicked cruel smile. Most shocking were his eyes, his exquisite amber eyes, always so expressive, held only hatred.
Her tears were falling freely now, salty rivers washing away the dirt and blood. She hung her head, seeing him with that look in his eyes was too much; the pain to great. Though her brain was yelling at her to escape, to scream, to thrash and kick, and bite. Her heart was already dead, that look had killed her, why escape to live a hollow half life. She heard her own voice, and even to her it seemed far away.
"Why?" She chocked, just a hollow whisper.
"Speak up my love, I can't hear you." He sneered his face mere inches from hers now.
"why?" She repeated but as quite as the flapping of butterfly wings, her bangs casting shadows on her tear stained face.
He seemed not to hear, or at least not to care that she had asked a question.
"Hmph, what's the matter bitch, the game has just begun." She looked up at him, his smile had widened and his canines glinted wickedly in the gloom. His lovely amber eyes, the eyes she loved so much, flashed crimson as he pushed her back. She couldn't breath and it burned like liquid fire, and then there was blackness.
Kagome bolted up with the sound of thunder still ringing in the air, and giggling. Giggling? Her eyes scanned the oppressive grayness of her room to find the source of the noise, and then she saw them.
"Souta! Shippou! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU BOTH!"
A/N Wow you guys who reviewed were so nice! It means a lot to me. Only one guess on the author/title- Poe is not correct but they are both 19th century authors, though not contemporaries or countrymen. So keep your guesses coming.
I know this chapter is extraordinarily short but part two will be longer
-this chapter is dedicated to xmiss merryx who writes very funny reviews and whose whining motivates me to update
As always check out my other works:
Robes of a Different color: For Inuyasha purists this one's set in the Sengoku Jidai
The Truth about Cats- also a canon setting
R/R I update based on popular response, meaning unless people seem interested I'm pretty slow to up date. Questions, criticism, comments are always welcome.