Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha or any of its characters.

Author's Note: Well I was asked to actually write a New Year's/Beginning of the year fic. But I never got around to it, so this will actually contain a request from the same person. Anyone who personally knows me are probably at this moment wondering why I'm writing a horror fic for Valentine's day, (I try to tell you people I'm crazy, but do you listen? No!). The answer is because I don't like a holiday based on a guy named Valentine sending letters from jail to his family signed 'Your Valentine'. Anyways this fic has a Bloody Mary feel to it (there are actually three bloody Mary's in history Queen Mary III(I might have messed that number up), Mary of the Scott's and Elizabeth (something or other)) Anyways Queen Mary killed virgin girls and bathed in their blood, because she thought it would make her young and beautiful forever. This story also deals with Stalkers, 'cause they scare me. And I'm finally throwing in the ritual sacrificing. Just remember, mass murder, cannibalism, ritual sacrifices, nasty tricks, and sexual activity (no lemons, still rated R not NC-17) are not at all beyond me. Which you people already know. This fic actually goes over a fortnight, starting the night of January 31 to February 1. I'm not actually going to really mention Valentine's Day, 'cause I'm too lazy to find out if Kagome would or wouldn't celebrate it. Happy Reading!

-Na

Blood Red Valentine's Hearts

I crept silently into the old hut along the road, its only occupant being a traveling woman heading home. Earlier that day Miroku, and the gang had passed her path and Miroku, stopped to give her a back rub. Unlike the last time, she didn't steal his money, and to the anger of Sango, said nothing when Miroku's hand traveled south.

I loathed her, don't ask me why… but I did. And I planned on removing everything that I loathed from this earth. So with this travelers evening tea I slipped in Belladonna, a little to sleep, a lot to kill. Oh, no worries you could stab her with a blunt knife and she would not wake. I was not so frivolous as to poison her into a never-ending sleep, oh no! I wanted to hear her heart beat as my own steady hand silently killed her.

I craved for a scream, but alas it could not be! The operation must be silent, I just wish her to die, not feel pain. Women were born for pain and should die without, slow grueling torture was meant for men, to break them, like the cowards they are. Besides, this sort of sacrifice required silence.

I leaned over her, her sleeping heart beating loudly in my ears, drowning out my own. She was the first, and yet my heart seemed to be stilled and silent, perhaps I was dead? Than she should join me! I slowly peeled away her sleeping yukata. I took a moment for her body; I know why Miroku took a liking to her. Her skin so supple and soft, the swell of her breast was simply perfect. I wanted her body, oh how I'd kill for a body like hers, to even catch the attention of a man like Miroku!

Running my cracked and dried hands lightly over her skin; memorizing its perfection, the unmarred skin. I wanted to know how I wished my body to feel. As my hands trailed down this perfect beauty; exposing her further. I massaged back up her legs and stomach, my hands barely brushing the underside of those luscious breast. Oh why couldn't I have been born her! I was startled to attention at her moan.

I had formed her dreams? I had made someone else feel pleasure with my own hands, without trying! It wasn't like I wanted to have sex with her, which would be wrong (A/N: no offence to Lesbians. She's doing this because she believes she is ugly and no man would love her.) I just wanted a preview of how my body would be.

A smirk spread across my face, her erotic dreams were soon to take a turn for the worse. Now that I think about it a lusting heart would most likely be better. To ensure more of an inner torture, as well as to soften the skin I massage her left breast. It is quite obvious that she enjoys this, even when the cold metal of my dagger peels away her flesh, and I concentrate solely on removing her skin and muscles over her heart, her dreams don't seem to register, on coming death.

Hours of slow bloody work, I hate to mar such a beauty, the first in many ways, she was even an ego booster, a female yes, but I gave her pleasure, and soon she will do the same, bringing me repeatedly in the arms of a man, all men.

With each layer gone, her heart beats louder, first from an erotic dream, than to the slow pain which I've also caused. I drop my knife in the pile of removed flesh and bone. I slowly reach my hand into the cavity, and reach for my prize.

I touched the thrumming muscle; I handle it with great tact and great care, as I lift it from the near dead body. The ever increasing thump, thump grows louder, oh how I loath that sound, it will surely come to and end soon. I raise the throbbing muscle above my head as it fruitlessly tries to pump blood to and from the body of this woman before me.

I squeeze, the pressure ever building, the noise continually louder. Till it bursts and I'm bathed in the life giving blood.

Kagome awoke with a start, bathed in a cold sweat. Black hairs snarled in a ratted mess, matted to her violently heaving chest, her pupils were engorged, as she remand as still as possible in such a state. She felt as if the blood of her dream was drying on her skin. She cried, and cried confused sobs. Why? Why had she dreamt such a thing?

Inu-Yasha stirred from his corner, it wasn't even sunrise and the smell of tears and the putrid sound of Kagome's sobs had reached him and yanked at his heart. His eyes darting open and falling on the sobbing girl across the room Miroku, acquired for them the previous night.

In a flash, Inu-Yasha was at Kagome's side, but there is where he paused what was he to do? By now Kagome was laying down curled into a tight ball shaking violently. Inu-Yasha panicked what could he do?

"Kagome?" Inu-Yasha nervously cooed. He placed his own trembling worried hand on her rounded back and tried to comfort her.

Kagome gasped at first and tightened herself, she couldn't relax she was a murderer, and her skin crawled, not even an uncharacteristic comforting move from Inu-Yasha, could help her. She felt dirty and abused, although she was the abuser. She needed a bath, and now.

"Inu-Yasha…" Kagome croaked, "take me to a hot spring please, I need a ba-" she could not speak anymore, her throat was dry and scratchy, in attempts to finish the word 'bath' a series of 'f... f…' came from her throat.

Inu-Yasha wanted to know what happened but knew Kagome couldn't utter another word so he nodded, retrieving the yellow backpack, and the girl from the future, he bound off towards the smell of warm water.

He tried to leave after their short trip, but Kagome insisted (without words) that he was to stay with her. So there sat Inu-Yasha back too the hot spring listening, to Kagome violently scrub her skin clean of the 'blood'. She had parched her dry throat and through fits of sobs told Inu-Yasha her dream.

"I killed; I killed that girl Miroku gave a back massage to yesterday. I removed her heart and relished in her blood! I'm a dirty murderer!" sobbed Kagome. She looked down at her body and started to evaluate her own body, yes she thought right in her dream she was ugly!

"Kagome it was just a dream, why don't I bring you back to that girls village and you can see her alive and well yourself?" replied the worried hanyou.

Kagome, thought for a second, it sounded like a plan. She slowly got out of the hot spring; she really didn't feel so clean, her skin still crawled. But they had to be on their way. Kagome slowly and stiffly got dressed in new clean clothes. She picked up the clothes she had slept in, 'not to self burn them.'

At feeling a light brush on his shoulder, Inu-Yasha turned around, to see Kagome's tear streaked face, he pulled her into a comforting hug and tried to wipe her tears away but to no avail.

Inu-Yasha bent down a bit still cradling, Kagome in his arms, one arm dropped and hitched under her knees. As she was thrown off balance she wrapped shaky arms around his neck, as he carefully and swiftly carried her and her bag back to the village.

Upon entering the village the sun was barely kissing the midday mark, Kagome and Inu-Yasha saw a crowd of women getting their palms read. One female was particularly flattered by Miroku; she was beautiful in a bright kimono. Sango stood off to the side ready to pounce and murder, the hentai houshi. Inu-Yasha let Kagome out of his grasp and walked over to Sango saying that him and Kagome were going back to the previous village, and would return before nightfall.

Kagome watched the proceeding of the rather smooth monk, on what should be a cold day, being February the first, he had quite a crowd of beautiful woman, and she was discussed.

Inu-Yasha interrupted her musings as he bent down in front of her. Kagome nimbly climbed onto Inu-Yasha's back and basked in the feel of the running muscles below her, and the wind in her hair. The feeling of calm and protectiveness coming from Inu-Yasha lulled Kagome to a peace full sleep. Little did she know, that moment should be cherished, for a sleep like that, she would not see for a while.

Inu-Yasha was aware Kagome was asleep, and figured it for the best. He leapt and ran as smoothly as possible, until the scent of blood cold and somewhat dry accosted his nose. With a bit more speed he came upon a road side hut, between villages.

Carefully as not to wake her Inu-Yasha slowly lowered Kagome to the ground across from the hut. Than slowly he walked towards the hut. His ears poised to catch each sound, that didn't exist. And his nose scrunched at the strong metallic smell of female blood.

Bloody foot prints led out of the hut and for three steps or so headed in the direction that Inu-Yasha and Kagome had came from. Cold blood sluggishly dripped out of the hut door and pooled on the ground. The door covering had a single set of bloody hand prints that Inu-Yasha avoided when he moved the covering aside.

He looked at the ground as his eyes trailed up the cold river of thick red, to the once white futon that were in some spots farthest from the body, browning as the blood dried. His eyes traveled up the blood stained naked body of the poor woman, who he had met the day before. He eyed the cavity in the girl's chest, and as Kagome had said saw the pile of flesh, muscle and bone. Only this pile did not have the murder weapon atop it. Flies swarmed the hut as they began the long decomposing process. Making the gapping hole in the poor woman's chest rimmed black and buzzing, as were her lips as if she wore black lipstick.

The smell was putrid and the sight sent shivers down Inu-Yasha's spine. Sure he had seen death, but this, the brutal murder of an innocent woman, was sickening, he just wanted to retch.

Retch… it was what brought Inu-Yasha out of his horrified trance. Kagome retching, her empty stomach next to the hut.

"I told you, I killed her…" choked out Kagome, as fresh tears trailed down her face and drop with ripples into a mixture of stomach fluids and cold blood that Kagome sat in.

Inu-Yasha never got the chance to tell her that it wasn't her fault, because Kagome grew dizzy and fell face first into her puddle. Allowing sweet consciousness to take her, and if not for Inu-Yasha, she would have drowned in cold blood and her own bile.

I had to basically drug the whole village, this time. I would think I should be nervous, I mean I'm a murder and it is not that far from my first sacrifice. Besides with the girls for tonight I'm starting only in late afternoon, and not under the cover of night.

I clutch my blood stained dagger concealed within my kimono, as I enter the hut of that virgin whore! Who was so captivated by Miroku today, I swear she almost bedded with him! What did he see in her? Is she really that much more beautiful than I? Why do know men lust after me? I know the answer she is gorgeous and I am not, so she shall be number two.

I want to kill her quickly, she should scream! But I refrain from digging my nails into her skin as my hand fondle her breasts and remove this gorgeous sleeping yukata. A delectable moan is drawn from her lips, and I laugh she will never know this pleasure, but in her death I will! Something inside me wants to bring her so close, only to kill her, but that would be wrong.

I straddle her hips, I wish for a different view of the hole I will carve in her breast. But that was the wrong idea, for this maiden's shameful dreams were encouraged by this and she grew restless. God damn that Miroku! He started this earlier!

It is not fair, for her to dream of a guy and get pleasure when I do not! Out of anger, I find the blade at her neck and a thin line of red appearing, I'm appalled, shocked. No! This was not ritual, I wanted her perfect skin and could only mar her left breast!

I slowly slide the blade from her neck and down towards the left taking the first slice of smooth creamy flesh. I lift it to my cheek and rub it along my own horrid cracked skin, oh it is so smooth! Mine will be like so soon, last night already hydrated it a bit. I gently place the skin aside and look at the newly exposed raw pink flesh, as it specks with dark red before pooling, dripping down stomach, creating five little rivers coming together between her breast and re-separating once more, it reminds me of a spiders web. I don't give it time to coagulate, as I carve away another layer of skin.

Kagome shot straight up, just as the night before, but this time the sun hadn't even set. She was clean not covered in blood yet, and little did she know that earlier she was. But Inu-Yasha not wanting to worry the others, and being very respectful had cleaned and redressed Kagome in her last clean uniform.

Kagome lay back down upon her futon, drowning in her own sweat, her heart pounding harshly in her ears. But she was oh so tired and slipped far away from the waking world once more.

I have reached this tougher flesh to cut away, but it seems to be made in rippling strips. My arms are covered in blood, of both girl two and three. I wipe my forearm across my sweating forehead, the sweat is gone and I love the feel of its replacement the thick warm blood, like a cream, hydrating my skin. The beating of her heart increases! I hate that sound, why does it seem that my heart does not beat. I giggle as thick warm liquid trickles down between my eyes and hangs off my nose. I watch it, and twitch my nose; the drop takes air and swiftly my tongue darts out to catch it. The thick hot metallic apple juice explodes in my mouth. Oh how I long to devour these woman. But I cannot…

Kagome woke screaming the cold air of dusk assaulting her. She was no longer in the hut, but a tree? She jumped at the calming shushing noise coming from behind her as red sleeves and clawed hands tightened their hold on her.

"Inu-Yasha…." Came the broken voice of Kagome.

"I know Kagome, it's just a dream," cooed Inu-Yasha. He didn't want Kagome to know that he had smelled blood hours ago and that the whole town was knocked out and un-reusable. That he had tried to catch the murder after finding the first girl but could not, and returned to a tossing and fitful Kagome, who he was worried for.

The bone, oh the cursed bone! But I have come accustomed to this; taking my daggers blunt end and slowly (although swifter than before), breaking the bone, as it splinters, and shatters under my ministrations. This is where the body flinched ever so, but she would not be awakened, she would not scream.

Kagome buried her head in Inu-Yasha's chest, raking with sobs, "ba..ff…" Kagome attempted. But Inu-Yasha understood and swiftly brought her to the hot spring.

Once again, Inu-Yasha sat back to, as Kagome scrubbed her skin raw, trying to get clean. She looked down at her body and was repulsed, she was ugly!

Inu-Yasha shifted a bit, drawing Kagome's attention. 'Inu-Yasha, yes he would know if she was ugly'. Kagome stood all her modesty slipping away; she nimbly walked to shallow water keeping her ankles in the water.

She watched as Inu-Yasha's ears swiveled towards her, and wished she was in a better mood to giggle at their cuteness. She took a deep breath and attempted to speak, "Inu… wook… me In-washa…" Inu-Yasha was worried and wanted to turn to her, but he knew she was not covered.

Slowly the nervous hanyou turned, and there stood Kagome, in the night air she truly was beautiful and no one could deny it! "Yes, Kagome…" Inu-Yasha said in a shaky voice.

"Am… I…u… uck-l-ee?" stuttered Kagome.

Inu-Yasha was stunned; his blood boiled with anger for whomever told her such a lie! He walked towards her, "Ugly? Kagome?" asked Inu-Yasha, she just barely nodded, "I don't believe that you're beautiful, no gorgeous!" Inu-Yasha picked up her towel and wrapped his arms around her.

Kagome began to cry, tears of happiness and sadness, the last correctly pronounced words she said reached Inu-Yasha's ears, "I love you." Inu-Yasha stiffened and held her tighter. Kagome closed her eyes

I smile, as I lift heart number fourteen from its hole. Fourteen I'm done! I'll miss the feel of a woman's last heart beats in my hand as I strangle the muscle into silence and shower in its beautiful crimson liquid! I'm almost giddy! My skin is almost perfectly smooth to the touch and my figure nearly perfect, to eyes. My hand encloses over the muscle and I squeeze.

Kagome's eyes shot open, her last word ever spoken rang throughout the land, waking up the entire village, "Sango!"

There were blood foot prints covering the village and thirteen huts were flooded, in the crimson liquid. Saddened and angry villagers noticed that twelve of the murdered girls had, had their palms read by Miroku the Buddhist monk, the day before. And angrily a mob followed blood foot prints to the hut given to the Inu-Yasha gang in their stay at the village.

The sight that greeted them was heart wrenching, the monk Miroku crying over the blood-covered body of the taiji-ya, "No, Sango, please no! Why, why Sango? I… I love you, Sango!" muttered the hysterical monk.

The villagers stood agape and confused, if it were not the monk than whom? They all waited until Miroku had enough composure to pray for Sango's souls rest. He than immediately began to prepare Sango's body to travel to the village of the taiji-ya. Kirara tried her best to help, while Shippou was in hysterics wondering where Kagome and Inu-Yasha had gone.

Miroku and Kirara had just left to burry Sango's body when Inu-Yasha and Kagome returned. Shippou had launched himself at her describing the terrible death of Sango and twelve other village women. Kagome shuttered and sobbed silently into Inu-Yasha's chest, who was also finding it hard to keep a calm face but did so for Kagome and Shippou as he hugged them both.

"But who killed them all?" yelled one of the villagers. Kagome automatically froze. She unlatched herself from Inu-Yasha and bent down near a clean patch of dirt and quickly wrote, "Omeko, Zengi" (A/N: a self appointed name by the murderer. Zengi meaning sexual foreplay, and Omeko meaning sexual intercourse)

It was February the fourteenth, and Miroku was out by the grave of his love youkai taiji-ya Sango. A young supple woman in a rather small kimono showing a lot of cleavage walked out of a hut, with a tea containing a powerful drug.

"Here Miroku-sama your tea," she said in a sickeningly sweet voice.

Miroku reached for the tea and quickly drank its contents, "Arigatou…"

"Zengi, Miroku-sama," replied the self proclaimed Zengi.

Miroku raised and eyebrow, "Zengi-san arigatou. But why are you here? And bring me tea?"

"Miroku-sama I want to bare your child…" Zengi said, a slight forced blush on her cheeks.

Miroku replied, "I couldn't…Sango…"

"Is dead," was the forceful answer of Zengi as she straddled Miroku's lap and kissed him.

Author's Note: I know not so bloody, perhaps I'll revise it, just tell me what you think, oke.

-Na