Moonlight Shadow

Chapter 12 - Unwanted Urge

Author's Note : I'll keep it simple this time and not blabber on: I don't own Inuyasha

Sango awoke to the sound of birds twittering cheerfully outside her window. Yawning Sango rolled onto her back and smiled thinking how nice it was to wake up to the sound of birds.

"Hey! Wait a sec I never wake up to the sound of birds!" Her eyes snapped open and Sango sat up like a bolt. For a moment Sango experienced a really of intense feeling of disorientation and fear. Where was she? Looking around at the room where she had been sleeping Sango took in the warm pale green walls, the white carpet and the teal blue, warm yellow and green comforter and instantly felt a wave of comfort engulf her. The room was truly beautiful especially with the sunlight streaming through the open windows.

Looking around Sango spotted all her overnight stuff piled onto the dresser to her right and a flood of memories washed through her mind; the evening with Miroku, Kagome and Inuyasha, letting Miroku drive her home only to find her apartment had been broken into, and how Miroku had offered her to let her spend the night at his place. She hadn't given a thought to what the room had looked last night.

Thinking about it ruefully now Sango realized that if she had she might not have felt so panicked. When Miroku had showed her, the room she hadn't given a damn about the color of the walls or whatnot; all she had been interested in was sleep. After checking to make sure the door was locked Sango had climbed out of her clothes and into her pajamas and then tumbled into the bed and was asleep as soon as she hit the pillows.

Yawning once more Sango reached her hand up to cover her mouth. Reluctantly Sango remembered her promise to make Miroku his infamous blueberry pancakes Sango decided to get up. Glancing in the mirror before she unlocked the door and went out Sango ran a brush through her hair and quickly washed her face. Just as she stepped outside the door Sango also remembered how much Miroku had enjoyed viewing her in her pajamas last time. Hurriedly she rushed back into her room and snatched up her pink and green bathrobe. Slipping it on and cinching the waist Sango stepped out once more.

"From the looks of it," she thought, "Miroku isn't up yet." None of the lights were on; not that they were needed with all the natural sunlight streaming through the various skylights along the ceiling. "Miroku really does have a nice home," Sango thought again and wondered briefly what it would be like to live with him….

Wooooah where had THAT come from? Shaking her head quickly trying to dislodge the thought. Sango wondered what in the world was she thinking! Wandering down the stairs and into the kitchen the quiet and undisturbed room confirmed her thoughts that Miroku wasn't up.

Looking around Sango thought, "Well I don't think Miroku would mind if I snooped around a bit to find what I need for pancakes." So with that in mind she began to open the various drawers and cupboards to find what she needed and each time she found something that the recipe would require she would place it on the counter.

After going through all the drawers, all the cupboards, and every other place available in the kitchen Sango had finally assembled all of her ingredients. She began first by mixing the dry ingredients and then added the eggs and was about to pour the milk when she just happened to glance at the expiry date. Sango jerked the milk back in shock and nearly dropped the thing on the floor. It was over two weeks overdue! "Good heavens!" Sango thought. "Good thing I didn't use this, if I had I think even Miroku would have been sick!"

Glancing down at the bowl which she had just added the eggs to Sango thought "Damn and now that I've added the eggs I have to finish this pretty soon or it'll be worthless. There's no way I can wait for Miroku to get up, and there's also no way I'm going to wake him up." Sighing she looked over to the clock, as always she had woken up at 6:45, nothing had ever changed that no matter how rough a night she had had or if it was the weekend. Biting her lip Sango recalled how Miroku had a 7/11 not even a block away.

Looking down at her pajama's Sango decided that it wasn't worth changing, no one else would probably be there other than the clerk after all it was a Saturday morning. Going to the front door, Sango grabbed her purse and slipped her shoes on and then carefully unlocked the door and closed it gently behind her. Double checking to see that no one was watching Sango broke into a leisurely jog and jogged to the end of the street where she turned right and then slowed to a walk as she neared the seven eleven. Walking through the doors Sango was relieved to see that she was right no one else was there other than a very tired looking clerk. Walking over to the fridge Sango grabbed a jug of milk and paid for it. The clerk gave her a tired smile as she saw the pajamas and said, "making a special breakfast and realized there was no milk?"

"Oh there was milk," Sango said cheerfully handing over the proper change, "it was just two weeks expired!"

The girl laughed and handed Sango her change. "Men," she said. "They never take care of themselves properly. It's always us women that have to take care of everything for them. Well have a nice morning, and you should mention to your boyfriend that he needs to keep a closer eye on his milk."

"Will do," Sango said with a smile as she walked out the door. It only occurred to her after she had left that the girl had assumed that Miroku was her boyfriend.

Glancing across the street Sango spied the same park she had met that cute little girl Rin and Inuyasha's brother Sesshomaru yesterday when she had been upset.

Before she had become a slayer Sango had always dreamed of having a family of her own, lots of kids to look after and a husband she loved who loved her with all of his heart in return. Sango had always loved kids and she could still picture the life she had dreamed of even after almost 10 years. They would have a nice house, with a van or something that would be able to hold their three kids, two girls sweet and innocent that took after her and loved to play with dolls and stuffed animals and a boy who was every bit the mischievous trouble maker that was the spitting image of his father.

Smiling as the familiar longing Sango recalled how she had planned to have a small home run business and how her husband would have a respectable job that he loved, and how every morning they would have a family breakfast of pancakes, waffles or something like that. Yet as Sango turned to see her dream husband she was shocked beyond words to discover that Miroku had replaced the one she had dreamed of as a kid. That was not possible! When in heaven had she started to see Miroku as the father of her children! Miroku, even the thought of him as her husband made her laugh! For crying out loud the man was as lecherous as they came was with his obsession with her rear!

Yet somehow Sango was easily able in her mind to see Miroku as a loving and caring husband who was great with kids. Shaking her head Sango began to jog once again as she forced herself to remember exactly why she would never have a family: she was a slayer. Look at what had happened to her family. Slayer families almost never lasted, not to mention that if she would probably never live long enough to raise a family. Most slayers didn't live past thirty. Not to mention what man would ever want her? Who would want a wife that was horribly scarred, that had muscles that rivaled a muscle man, and was as quick in temper as a tiger. Breaking into a sprint Sango forced herself to drop the subject, it would only make her depressed and she had more important things to think about. Reaching Miroku's a minute or so later Sango was only breathing slightly faster than normal. Careful not to make too much noise, Sango walked back into kitchen and resumed her pancake making.

Half an hour later Sango was just flipping the first of the pancakes when Miroku trundled (A/N: isn't that just the best word?) down the stairs his hair was wildly sticking out at odd angles.

"Good morning," Sango replied. "You look well rested."

"Uhhh thanks," Miroku replied sheepishly running a hand through his tousled hair. "I see you're up."

"Yeah," Sango said turning her back to him to focus on her pancakes if she wasn't careful they would burn.

Raising his nose to sniff experimentally, Miroku sighed in happiness. "Is that blueberry pancakes I smell Sango?"

"Mmmmmhmmm," Sango said.

Crossing over to her Miroku wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her hair. "Did I mention that I love you Sango?"

Laughing Sango used the flipper to place the three pancakes on a plate and turned around to hand it to him and replied careful not to let herself her blush, "you'd love anything if it made you your blueberry pancakes."

Taking the plate as if was the most precious of all treasures Miroku placed it on the table and sat down. "Can't argue with you there," he said slathering butter over them and pouring a stream of maple syrup over them.

Walking over to the coffee machine Sango poured a cup of coffee and made Miroku his coffee just the way he liked it: two creams, one sugar. Placing his mug down next to him Sango plopped her elbows down on the table and said, "sooooo how is it?"

Taking the first bite Miroku closed his eyes and savored making little appreciative sounds with every chew. Sango had to laugh he was just like a big puppy. Laughing she said, "I'll take that as a yes. Will you want more?"

"Have some yourself," Miroku said taking another bite that to him might as well have been ambrosia.

"Thank you. I think I will," Sango replied and poured some more batter on the frying sheet.

"Sango," Miroku said putting his fork and knife down to take a sip of his coffee. "You really are the goddess of blueberry pancakes. Oh you know me too well. I don't think anybody else can remember how I like my coffee. Kagome always adds too much sugar and Inuyasha just takes his black."

"Stop trying to flatter me you dolt, you've got your pancakes," Sango said pouring herself a cup of coffee, and sitting down across from him.

"But I like to flatter you Sango," Miroku said trying to sound innocent.

"Oh that reminds me," Sango said. "I almost made the pancakes with 2 week stale milk. You really should make sure you don't leave stuff like that lying around. I think pancakes made using that would have even made a vampire sick."

Miroku nearly choked on his pancakes. "Wah!" Swallowing hastily Miroku went on, "You didn't though? Did you?"

Shaking her head Sango said, "no don't worry. I walked down to the seven eleven about half an hour ago."

"Oh," Miroku said heaving a sigh of relief. "Good, you really didn't have to."

"Nonsense," Sango said standing up to flip the pancakes right now a perfect golden brown over.

"So did you sleep well?" Miroku asked even though he new perfectly well she had. He had popped in last night before he had gone out in need of blood. Blocking out the wave of nausea that was forcing itself up his throat Miroku concentrated on the beautiful image of Sango had made asleep. Gone were the lines of anger and worry, in sleep she was untroubled and had an aura of peacefulness that had made his throat tighten. She had looked so lovely, with all of her hair splayed around her. Oh how he had longed to stroke her hair.

"Yes, I sleep like a log," Sango replied snapping Miroku out of his reverie.

"That's good," he replied smoothly not letting on that his mind had just been wandering. Slowly he felt his eyes drawn to Sango's throat where he could easily see her throbbing pulse. Unwanted thoughts began to enter Miroku's mind, he thought about how good it would feel to sink his teeth into that luscious throat, to feel the pulse between his lips as he drank. "Oh gods!" Miroku thought frantically trying to shake the image aside. "What was happening to him, he had just fed last night, he shouldn't be feeling this blood lust. He normally could go for at least a week sometimes more after a feeding before the blood lust returned. What was happening! Putting his head in his hands Miroku shook his head viscously.

"Miroku!" Sango exclaimed concerned and put her hand on his shoulder. "What is it!"

Miroku looked up and Sango saw the lust that was taking over his eyes as he gazed at her throat, and knew that he was hungry. Sango jerked back shocked, she couldn't ever remember him ever looking like this not even the first day she had met him where he was nearly dead from starvation. Then suddenly the lust resided and Miroku looked like himself again.

"Is it gone Miroku?" Sango asked scared to know the answer.

Hearing her voice made the blood lust rise again. Miroku frantically grabbed her and said, "my god I'm sorry Sango, but you've got to go. I don't think- I don't think I can control it much longer. I don't know why I can't I've never felt it this strongly before." Gasping for air as the blood lust threatened to take over he tightened his grip on her and then shoved her towards the door fighting the animal urge to just take. Miroku saw the concern rise in her eyes and she opened her mouth to say something but he cut her off, "no don't say anything it'll only make this worse." Shoving his keys into her hands he said, "please I need you to go get Kagome and Inuyasha. Yes get Inuyasha he'll know what to do." As she turned to leave he suddenly realized how strong the predatory instincts were and realized that he would catch up to her if he wasn't restrained. "No wait!" he said, "come here."

Sango paused unsure of what to do, was this the blood lusted vampire trying to lure her back or did Miroku really need her.

"Please I need you to restrain me," he said and stumbled almost drunkenly into the kitchen. Where he pulled open a drawer and said, get the garlic all of it and grab the crosses."

"Miroku!" Sango exclaimed. "What are you doing with crosses and garlic in your house!"

"I keep them in case of emergencies, grab them don't worry they won't kill me they'll just keep me in my coffin." He said and then swung the door down to the basement open.

"What!" Sango exclaimed once more. "You sleep in a coffin! But last night you slept in your bed!"

"All vampires have to sleep in soil from their home land once every moon cycle, so I keep a coffin for that time." Miroku said stumbling down the stair and into a room where a large black coffin lay. Crawling in was a struggle the blood lust didn't want to loose. Miroku was forced to fight for every limb he wanted to put in the coffin. Finally he succeeded in lying down and said his voice full of inner turmoil. Now Sango I want you to make a ring of garlic around the coffin and put a cross between every two cloves and then I want you to put a full clove of garlic on top of this coffin as well as one cross. And please hurry these won't restrain me long." And with a last shuddering breath Miroku forced himself to close the lid on his coffin. Sango quickly did as he said then rushed out the front door and jumping into the car. It was obvious her friend was in need of help and she'd be damned if he wouldn't get it." With a squeal of tires the silver convertible roared out of the drive way in the direction of Kagome's.

To be continued…

Author's Note: Sorry for the cliffie but I figure this way more people might review (wiggles eyebrows meaningfully) Review pretty please!