1Hey! I am very sorry that I haven't updated in like FOREVER, but I've been really busy. And I was having some trouble deciding what Inu's old life would be like. Thank you very much for all the reviews!! I will now, answer them:
Eyecandy: sorry I take so long, but I'm gonna answer reviews anyways!
Saturn Death: if I answered that, I would ruin the story!!
Hanyou punk chick: I'm workin on it!
AwolfsCall: Thank you, and I'm going as fast as I can!
Blizzard-shadow-venus: I don't find it disgusting, I guess I just forgot how abnormal it actually is. Kagome became a blood addict much like real blood addicts do: she was vampire obsessed to the point where she ingests her own blood. It's a clinical disorder called Vampirism. I didn't make it up.
Sammy: I will! Don't worry!
Broken down wolf: Thank you very much. I'm glad you like it. And Inu's not gay, he's actually a fairly typical hard-core goth guy. (Make-up wise at least!)
Phoebe Holly: Don't worry, I will!
Kody Leigh: Glad you like it, but I'm seriously beginning to think that you have a skater-boy addiction!! Lol.
Taka of Egypt: thanks for the input! Glad you like my story!
Kelsey: Your name's too long!! Oh well. Yes, I would love some editing help!!
Skywolf aka Ryn: sorry, but even reviewing won't buy you my love. Unlike you, I am straight. Lol. =P Luv ya n e ways!! Thanks for the review.
And now . . . . . . the much anticipated fifth chappie!!
Chapter 5
Images hit Kagome like a ton of bricks, flashing through her mind like a film slide gone haywire. Most flashed by so quickly she barely noticed them, while others were more pronounced, and lasted longer.
A young boy, who appeared to be around the age of twelve, struggled to push a heavy iron cart up a slender metal track. The cart appeared to be full of coal. The smell of smoke was so thick it was hard to breath. The boy was built small and looked malnourished. His cheeks were streaked with black and his whole body shook with the exertion of pushing the heavy cart up and out of what I was guessing to be a mine. Just then, he stepped on a loose rock and his feet shot out from under him, landing him hard on his knees. An older man came over and took the cart from him. "Go home boy," he says coldly. "You're as useless as your good for nothing father." The boy's head shot up and his purple eyes blazed. He lunged himself at the man . . .
The image left, and was quickly replaced by another one.
The same boy, cut up and bruised. One eye was swelled shut and his wrist was tilted to the side at an unnatural angle. The boy was sitting in what appeared to be a holding cell, with barred windows and a straw covered floor. He was wearing the same faded tan pants and dirty shirt he had been wearing in the mine. He was staring angrily at the cell floor, picking up bits of straw and shredding them. The dirt on his face was streaked, as if he had been crying. A heavy clang echoes through the cell and the door slides open, spilling a large rectangle of warm, yellow light across the floor. The boy doesn't even look up. "You were found guilty of assault and will be hung in the morning." The boy only nods solemnly. The door closes, making the cell seem darker in the absence of the light. The boy pulls his knees up to his chest, being mindful of his wrist, and cries silently. He does not cry for himself, he cries for his four sisters and his mother. He was working in the mine to earn money for his family.
The image cuts off. Kagome is vaguely aware of tears running down her face. The boy is Inuyasha, and the hardships of his life make hers seem like nothing but bitter complaints. Kagome's thoughts are cut off as another image flashes through her head.
The same small, filthy boy in the same dark, confining cell. But now there is someone else in there with him; a tall, slender man whose bloodless face shone like pallid moonlight even in the dreariness of the cell. The boy is gazing at the man with something between horror and adoration shining in his purple eyes. The man is wearing a dark suit, which is strange for these times, the mid 1800's, and appears to be talking to the boy. Suddenly, a voice as smooth as liquid becomes audible. "I can give you your life back. I can do even better, I will give you immortality." The boy, small and fearful, "Will I be able to go back to my family, and not have to work in the mines?" The same smooth voice, "You can do whatever you want."
The images switch again.
The boy, looking far paler, but without the cuts, bruises, black eye, and broken wrist, is being led roughly towards a large wooden platform by two burly men. The boy resists, but is outnumbered and outweighed, eventually being half led, half dragged up the small steps to the platform. The men throw the boy hard to his knees and grab him by the back of the head, wrenching it upward so he can look at the man standing next to the black-clad executioner. I recognize him as the man from the mine. This man smiles as the executioner drapes the noose around the boys small neck. The two men leave th podium and disappear in the crowd that has turned out to watch the hanging. The executioner's fist tightens around the rope, the man from the mines crosses his arms across his chest, a small group of women, the boy's mother and sisters, are crying. The boy closes his eyes and his mouth moves, forming the words of prayer. The rope is pulled. The boy's body is jerked upwards quickly, the rope stops at the top, and his body hangs there limply. It just hangs there. Head lolled to one side, tongue sticking out of the mouth, fingers twitching lightly with the last dying nerve endings. The body turns in the late summer breeze. The crowd is silent except for the crying of the boy's mother and sisters. The corpse's eyelids hang open. And purple fades to black.
Kagome is appalled. She wills the images to stop. But they keep on coming.
It is night, and the area around the wooden platform is lifeless. The body was left hanging until the next day, when funeral arrangements will be made by the family. Suddenly, the body stirs. The hands reach up and clutch at the rope, pulling it loose with incredible strength. The boy drops, landing silently on the platform. The new vampire is hungry and begins to hunt.
Kagome is vaguely aware of Inuyasha's fangs sliding from her wrist. The images are cut off as suddenly as if someone had pulled a plug. Adrenaline is still coursing through her veins as her mind struggles to sort out all that she has seen.
"Pretty wild, huh?" Inuyasha asks. Kagome nods. She is feeling very woozy now, after all the blood she has lost. Inuyasha grabs the knife and slits his own wrist, "Here, this'll make you feel better."
Kagome, close to passing out, just nods and seals her lips around the cut. Startled at first by how cold his skin is . . . and his blood. It was like drinking ice water. After a few seconds, Inuyasha pulls his wrist away. Kagome can feel the foreign blood running through her veins like liquid fire.
"You are now bonded to me by blood for as long as you are alive. No other vampire can touch you."
Well, I hoped you liked the chappie. I'm really, really, REALLY sorry it took so long. But I will try to update sooner, even with school and everything goin on just because I love you guys so much! Well, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!! Even if you hated it.