Always the same, but always equally thrilling. A man's wonder, utterly enchanted as she reached out to them and brought them into her embrace. And then their horror, as her kiss poisoned them, their insides melting from the potent toxin, screaming only lasting a few moments before their hearts stopped. Then she would drink slowly, before she dropped the empty envelopes of skin, and tucked their souls into her special kimono before the messangers came to claim it.
Except that this time, something else happened. She began to sweat, and her vision grew blurry, and she was only able to stumble a few yards before she lost her most recent meal. And then everything went black.
When Nakiama next awoke, she was in her cave with it's soft gold light and crimson hangings. Sister was kneeling beside her futon, a wet cloth in hand. She smirked as she looked down at Nakiama.
"Wha….?"
"You fainted," Sister said quietly, but still smiling in an amused way.
Nakiama sat up abruptly, suddenly remembering what had happened. "My soul!"
"Don't worry, I didn't steal it. I'm not that low. It was your catch, and I don't play dirty." Sister was no longer smiling, and pushed Nakiama back down. "Although, I'm sorry to miss the humans' horror at finding that man's insides so close by."
Nakiama sighed. She had never had this happen before, and didn't wish it to happen again.
"So who's the father?" Sister asked suddenly, her eyes shining.
"What do you mean?"
"Your child's father. Who is it?"
Nakiama couldn't describe her amazement….and panic. "I'm pregnant!"
It had been about a moon ago, Nakiama was sure of it. She had come across a demon—a taiyoukai she was sure of it; she couldn't seem to cast a spell on him—and they had spent one night together.
He was very handsome, she could remember, with silver hair and gold eyes. InuTaisho, said to have rule over the West. But it was never meant to be anything big. Another man, and the last thing she wanted was a commitment to a man.
Commitment was, in fact, almost like a death sentence to her and her kind. Red Ladies thrived on their ability to seduce and kill men, claiming the souls to weave into their robes. If one got attached, it got harder and harder to kill. So all she could do now was hope that the bastard child was a girl, to follow her bloodline. And if it was a boy……well, she'd just have to kill it.
Notes: Yay! I haven't written in so long, I'd almost forgotten how. This story is meant to be a lot more serious and sophisticated than my last InuYasha one. More Canonically correct, most definitely. Still, I would love for people to continue reading my stuff, and reviewing!
A note about the Red Ladies: the book I have said that they kept the souls for hatpins. But I decided to go for a bit more of an ancient Japanese thing, so I changed that. Also, it never really says how they kill the men, just that they have bodies that magically enchant men, and that the men were found in the morning as only empty envelopes of skin. I was considering about how Sesshomaru's saliva was melting all the skulls in the seventh episode, and it made sense. That, and everybody keeps commenting on how beautiful he is……