A/N:

Ahh…life has been hectic. I have not had time to update, so sorry to everyone that waited.

Important

All right. I understand that most of you were like "WDF!11! WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT TO KAGOME!1!1! OMG YOU EVIL BASTARD!111!1!one!" though some people decided to say it in a kinder way than others, while one or two just blurted out how my chapter sucked so much. God, people, have some patience. So it was unexpected, big whoop. That part where Kagome had gotten…(well, I don't know if I would call it rape, for the guy never actually had sex with her)…unvirginized is actually quite an important part in the story.

Blah. I added horror, so all you stupid prudes would stay away. Stupid fuckers.

I'm thinking of making a sequel, because by the looks of it, this story is going to go well beyond a simple vacation.

Thanks to all the encouraging people –peace- :3 you have my love.

To Tas-NotLoggedIn … was your review supposed to enrage me and make me give up writing forever because the love of your life looks like Kagome, and she might get raped one day? Sorry. I guess your plan backfired. I have to admit, I had a giggling fit when I read your review, and I'm flattered.

I was not high or drunk last chapter, and I'd like to send out an endearing message to those idiotic flamers:

FUCK YOU. I write what I want. So go shove your comments up your ass, because that's where they came from.

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Animal Instinct

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Why didn't anything make sense anymore?

All he could see was red. The red of the blood of his victims, the red fog he was in…the red of his rage. It was over him like a heavy cloak, turning everything thick and blurred. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but some strange scent was just drawing him closer…closer.

The scent was tinged with blood, but its most distinguishing feature was that it was laced with the bittersweet salt of tears, as well as a hint of…lavender.

He crashed from room to room, ripping apart anyone that was unfortunate enough to get in his way. The jewel halves were the last things on his mind. All he could think about was how he just needed to get nearer to that aroma.

He landed in front of a solid silver chamber door, and started scraping at it with his extended claws. His face was twisted into a snarl, crimson eyes gleaming. A whine ripped from his throat, lost in all the growling.

He just had to get closer.

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Beads of sweat trickled down the man's tanned face as he once again tried to break free. He pulled, pushed, and jerked, all uselessly. Still refusing to give up, he grunted and banged his cuffs against the steel chair. The sharp cuffs broke through his skin, and blood began to ooze down his arms.

"Miroku," Sango whispered hoarsely, her energy also spent. "Stop it. Someone will hear you."

"Like I care," replied Miroku harshly. "All hell's breaking loose outside. My best friend is killing everyone in sight, and yours is nowhere to be found!"

The girl bit her lip and looked away, her dark bangs hiding her eyes. A glittering tear swept down her cheeks as she began to choke back sobs again.

Miroku sighed, his head falling down on his chest. "Sorry," he murmured. "I…didn't mean to shout."

Sango shook her head, looking down at the floor. "It's not you…it's just…" she sniffed. "Kagome…I was supposed to look out for her, to be there for her. Inuyasha was right, I wasn't being a good friend."

The two prisoners sat there, bound to their seats, feeling incredibly defeated. One leaned over as much as he could, and planted a soft kiss in the other's hair. "We'll get out of here," he whispered in her ear, "we'll find Kagome, the jewel, everything. And then we'll go home."

And as ridiculous as it sounded to her, she smiled and rested her tear-stained cheek against his.

"Yeah…"

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The pale-faced man cursed as he frantically pushed the down button on the elevator. The contraption was going too damn slow! In his other hand hid a glimmering pink object that he clutched with formidable ferocity. His narrow eyes widened, pupils dilated, mentally willed the elevator to go faster. A thin sheen of sweat covered his face.

Yes, it was true. Naraku was afraid. The mastermind behind this whole scheme, the bloodthirsty man filled to the brim with greed, was terrified.

But who wouldn't be if their lives were at stake because of a crazed youkai?

He pulled a sleek black cell phone from his jacket, hastily dialed a number, and held it to his ear. When a voice answered, he barked into the phone, "Bring my car to the entrance! We're leaving off for the hotel!"

The jewel in his hands showed a faint image of its partner.

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She lifted her head weakly, awoken from her dull slumber by the banging on the door. Wincing at the reacquired pain, she opened her eyes, feeling for the entire world like a block of lead. And it hurt like hell down there. She bit her cracked lips, trying not to burst into tears again.

The man guarding her was sitting in a chair, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His head snapped up at the sound of the hammering on the steel door. Pulling a gun from his jacket, Kagome watched him as he warily crept to the door. He cracked the door open an inch, and it thrust open.

Already bloodstained claws slashed out, and the man became a pile of flesh in mere seconds. The claws closed around the edge of the door, and all Kagome could see was a vague silhouette. Her weariness was affecting her vision.

Because she swore she had seen Inuyasha in those strange, gleaming crimson eyes. She had held her breath as the creature stood over her, its chest heaving, blood dripping from his claws, his arms—but it wasn't his own blood. As he brought his fangs closer to her neck, she had sworn her heart had stopped completely, as she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, expecting just more pain.

But he licked her neck, sniffing it and licking up the blood that had trickled down her face. She gasped, low and long, and fainted.

Only the restraints binding her to the wall kept her from crumbling at his feet. The demon crouched near her body, his head at her chest. He laid his head on it, his fingers tracing the area where her heart should be. Putting his hands—and a blood stain—on the spot, his keen ears were able to pick up a slight, weak beat.

Another whine drew from his throat, yet he didn't know why. He didn't know why he wasn't killing this fragile girl, when she was giving off the odor of blood so strongly.

Call it animal instinct.

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A/N: Short chapter. But I felt I owed one. Just to make sure people knew I wasn't dead/discouraged by the recent flames.

Geez, such pristine pricks, those flamers. They probably typed that from their nice little homes, appalled to see a fic that didn't portray Inuyasha+Kagome INSTANT LUFF – gore and tragedy.

A big, nice fuck you again, prudes. I don't really care.