She smelled flowers. A small smile creeping onto her face, she rolled over to catch the sweet fragrance. Something feather-light caressed her cheek, and her eyes popped open. Her face brightened as she saw who was above her, tickling her face with his fingertips; it was a boy, young, handsome, kind, loving. His brown hair tousled, he grinned impishly at her and helped her to her feet. He hugged her then, murmuring sweet nothings in her ear and leaning closer and closer. She tilted her head up willingly, but suddenly his face flashed from her memories before her eyes. He was the one she loved. He was the one she couldn't forget. He haunted her reams and invaded her waking moments. She pushed away from the boy. It was wrong; she loved another. She shook her head and tried to pull away, and then…
And then the boy became a demon.
He refused to let her go. He gripped both her arms in one hand with superhuman strength. With the other, he began to rip into her. His talons sliced her shoulder into shreds of dangling skin. Blood sprayed everywhere; she screamed in pain. Clothes were ripped off her body. Head swimming from the agony, she screamed louder and louder, high screams that pierced the happiness that had been only moments before. He gashed her torso; a slit appeared between two ribs. Blood poured, and she became dizzy. Her screams grew weaker, and finally died as the monster ripped into her throat. Blood bubbled out of her mouth and her final thought was for the lover she'd sworn to forget.
Something moved. Always a light sleeper, the hanyou sprang up silently and realized the noise was coming from her bed. He crept slowly and waited for his eyes to adjust. They soon did, and the piercing amber orbs penetrated the hut's darkness. Her covers stirred. He ran lightly to the bed and reached to adjust them. As his arms stretched, the girl sat up like a shot and grabbed his elbows with an iron grip. Her eyes were wide, but blind to him. She was seeing something else. He didn't know what to do; he tried to pry the hands from him and had succeeded with one hand when the girl screamed in agony. Some other instinct took over the hanyou and he scooped her up close to him, rocking her. Her screams died down, and for a moment it seemed that she stopped breathing. The hanyou shook her and shook her, trying to bring the life back to her. Her eyes opened with real sight.
And the first thing she saw was the hanyou. He was leaning over her, his silver hair making a curtain over them. His eyes widened as he realized that she was awake, for real; she was conscious for the first time in two months. He pressed her to him and murmured, over and over again, "You're all right, you're all right," as he rocked her. The girl was surprised to see crystalline tears at the corners of his eyes; the usually unfeeling hanyou was showing emotion. She gently brushed one of the tears away, and closed her eyes. His warmth was comforting, his nearness reassured her. Even though she was feeling a dull pain in her abdomen, a pain that was steadily growing, she was awake, and she was finally with him. She coughed slightly, leaving blood on his robes, and rested against him. She felt like she was home.
Author's Note:
This is a very short chapter, and I'm really sorry for that. My real life gets in the way of my writing and I haven't had time to update lately. Plus, I just found a bunch of old stories that need to by typed up and uploaded. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the über-short chapter. Please read and rate! Thanks, KyosBabyGirl.