There are many who would say if bitten by a species of the darker plan of existence- the underworld, as many call it- a human would turn, or die, depending on their blood, or if they were "drank dry". However, I have come to find this is a mere legend. The existence of other beings- creatures of the night- is one-hundred percent true, yes, but their means of living are blown entirely out of proportion. They do not live off blood alone, and they do not thirst for it as books and movies would lead one to believe. Those that drink, and those that kill, do so only to draw attention, to mimic the false assumptions viewed by the public. To make others fear them.

Or, maybe, this is just my theory. Yet, my theory, I believe, is justified in every way.

See, I was bitten at the age of five, though nothing significant came of it. I never longed for blood, sunlight never hurt, the silver studs in my ears failed to harm me in any way, and my strength never changed- I never changed.

Many may object to my theory that not everyone turns- anyone bitten turns! After all, that's what the books say.

If that it so, then perhaps it was my spiritual powers that kept me from transforming; perhaps it was a guardian angel watching over me.

Or, perhaps it was fate- my destiny to carry a virus I'd never transfer, a virus I'd forget existed.

After all, if everyone changes when bitten yet I have not, then these are my only other explanations.

I was bitten and remained as I was, and I grew as any normal human, lived as any normal human, bled as any normal human.

Yet, my father...

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Wicked Sins

By Sakura-chan88

Prolouge

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There are times in my life where I feel as if the whole world is watching my every move, watching every step I take, listening to every word I speak- as if waiting for me to make that one wrong move, say that one deadly thing. Then, as if nothing had happened, the world would once again resume ignoring me completely. That's the way I liked it, passing through the streets unnoticed by all. I loved the feeling of being free to do and say as I pleased.

Yet, as the years passed, I noticed an uncanny similarity in the people around me. I could walk down a street, stop and turn, and guess who was walking a certain distance from me. A woman with long, dark brown hair and kind brown eyes. I could be shopping and I'd look down the aisle from the way I came, and know there would be a man with short black hair and purple eyes. I would know, somehow, that if I were to look out onto the shire grounds from the kitchen, there would be a white haired male praying to Goshinboku.

I never felt threatened by them, albiet their omniepresints was a dit disturbing. Yet, it calmed me. I came to call them my ever-watching guardian angels. Always there. Always smiling. Always waiting.

Waiting for me.

"Kagome!"

I spun on my heel, watching my friends rush past the woman with brown hair, who stood smiling patiently. I smiled back and nodded.

Yuka grabbed my arm excitedly, bouncing up and down in a hyped manner, snapping my attention back to the trio. Ayumi's eyes sparkled. Eri clapped her hands together.

"What is it?" I asked, their actions confusing me to no extent.

"You'll never guess who's looking for you!" Eri squeeled. "Hojo!"

"Hojo? Why's he looking for me?" I whispered, peering discreetly over Ayumi's shoulders to gaze at the mysterious woman who leaned against the light pole, talking in a hush-hush voice to the man with purple eyes. He smiled and waved. "Did I forget my math notes again?"

Yuka giggled, "no. Though, it seems you forget them often enough."

Ayumi smiled, finding a small amount of humor in my confusion. "He's single again, silly!"

I blinked. "So? What does that have to do with me?"

Eri sighed. "You're hopeless, you know that?"

Yuka puffed her cheeks out, blowing a stray strand way from her line of vision. "Think about it Kagome. Hojo's single, he's looking for you... While he's single..."

"Guys, I think you must have his intentions mixed up. Hojo is our friend- has been for years," I began, shaking my head lightly in exasperation, "and he has never shown any extra interest in me. Jeez... Sometimes I think you three are playing matchmaker or something."

Ayumi's smile brightened. "Of course not. We just state what we think. And-"

"We think you too look great together," they finished as one, high-fiving each other. "You're both so smart and so alike and so... Cute!"

I sent them a dead-panned look, then rolled my eyes. "Right... Listen, I've got to get home-"

"But, Hojo!" Yuka exclaimed.

"He knows where I live if it's really that important, girls," I mumbled, turning to presume my walk. Glancing over my shoulder as I stalked away, I waved and watched as my two guardian angels began their silent vigilant routine. The man bowed and entered a store, leaving the woman following in my wake. Once Yuka, Eri, and Ayumi were out of sight, I stopped and turned, beckoning the woman to my side.

"Come talk to me," I called. "You must be bored after all these years of following me."

She smiled and moved to stand beside me. "I knew you noticed us a few years ago. Why haven't you said anything until know?"

I shrugged. "You were always a comforting sight, honestly. I just never thought you'd actually talk to me."

She nodded her understanding and held out a hand. "I'm Sango."

I took her hand in mine, "I assume you already know mine."

"Of course. Now what kind of stalker would I be if I didn't know your name?"

I giggled, glad that, for a change, I had some one beside me that had a good sense of humor. The mathmaking trio I call friends are muh too serious at times and I realized that the feeling spreading through me was that of relief. Finally! Some one I could have fun talking to. Yet, maybe I was too quick in judging Sango.

"So..."

She snorted. "So...? So, what?"

"Why haven't you ever talked to me before?" I asked, watching her from the corner of my eye as I shifted the weight of my backpack to my left shoulder. The number of books and notepads required by the school was extreme, in my opinion, but who can deny that knowledge had its price, and this was only one of them?

"There are rules," she stated, putting her index finger in the air, "and the first is that we never make the first contact."

"We?"

"The, uh... organization I work for."

"Oh."

"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll understand soon enough- maybe too soon."

"That doesn't sound comforting," I whispered, wondering what she ment. What was she hiding?

"It wasn't meant to be."

We continued on in silence together, I lost in my thoughts of the mysterious person beside me. Then it hit me. "That man you were talking to- who is he?"

"Miroku- my husband, you could say," she smirked. "We never were married by natural standards, but..."

"I see... And... The other man- the one who watches over my family."

Sango quirked a brow. "Inuyasha?"

"I suppose."

She laughed lightly. "He's an arrogant man I've had the displeasure of meeting up with from time to time, and he's not exactly on our side. He's more of an enemy than an ally, but don't worry about him. His bark is really worse than his bite..." She hesitated. "Uh... Okay, so I take that back."

I laughed at her lopsided grin. "Violent, is he?"

"He can be. I've seen him fight before and I'm glad I wasn't the one he was mutilating." She shivered at the memory. "But, like I said, don't worry about hin. He's protecting you, also. Just from a different side of things."

"Protecting me?" I echoed, giving the woman a baffled glance. "Protecting me from what?"

Sango stopped walking suddenly, staring up the shrine steps- the beginning of my residence and the end of our conversation. "This is where our time ends."

I watched the woman walk briskly away, wondering if she was avoiding answering my question on purpose, or the thought of a run in with the man named Inuyasha had made her scurry away.

Inuyasha.

If these three were enemies, then why were both protecting me, and what exactly were they protecting me from? These thoughts plagued my mind late into the night, more so with every look I cast out of my window overlooking the wooded area behind my house, knowing Inuyasha was lurking somewhere in the shadows.

Maybe, just maybe, one day I would venture to chat with the shady figure. Maybe one day I'd finally understand what Sango meant.

Maybe that one day came too soon...

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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha...

A/N: No, this is not going to be one of those ridiculously plotless stories about werewolves and vampires... Don't worry, I've got my own little twists and turns for this, and I'm sure a few may shock you, and many others you may see coming. I hope this story is worth your time, and a possible review in the future. Please, tell me what you think, and feel free to throw in a few suggestions for the story that is fated to be another rather short fanfiction.

Arigatou minna,

Sakura-chan88