Here's another new one.
Disclaimer: Don't own Inuyasha.
Summary: She couldn't run, for he would catch her, she couldn't hide for he could smell her, and she wouldn't survive, for he was thirsty, and he wanted… her blood. "Why do you not scream, divine onna?" said he, his voice deep and alluring, yet terrifying all the same. (Sesskag)
IRIS
Prologue
A soft breath of wind blew through a forest, twisting and turning, this way and that, until it reached a field of dark purple irises.
In the middle sat a young woman, whom breathed a sigh as the breeze brushed past her. Her long, silky, black locks rose and fell with it.
She was humming a soft melody, and the sound of her voice was like a chorus of bluebirds singing to the heavens.
Her face would have been considered angelic had anyone seen her just then. Her smooth skin was a soft creamy color that contrasted greatly with her full, ruby red lips.
Suddenly, the snapping of a twig was heard behind her, and she slowly opened her eyes. Bright electric blue orbs scanned the area around her person. Then they fell to her lap, where she smoothed out the wrinkles in her dull, rough, kimono.
The woman sighed again, as she lifted the large bouquet of purple blooms into her arms. Then she stood with fluid grace, and began to walk away.
As she neared the edge of the trees, she suddenly became frightened. Slowly stepping backwards a few paces she nearly stumbled. Her lips trembled with a want to scream. Yet, unfortunately, her voice seemed to have escaped her, and thus frightening her even more.
Out of the shadows of the trees, came a tall, cloaked man. He had long - very long, wavy black hair, and pale skin. His head was down, facing the ground.
The young woman whimpered slightly, causing the man to raise his head. The vixen's eyes widened considerably, as they stared into deep, blood red eyes.
The dark wine-colored pools held a thirst, a hunger that she couldn't place. His thin pink lips curled into a sadistic smile, causing shivers to run down her spine. Pale skin contrasted greatly with the dark navy blue cloak that was elegantly draped over his shoulders.
All things considered, he was a sight of deadly beauty, yet there was a sense of foreboding that permeated the air around him, causing the woman to feel nauseated at the very sight of his angelic countenance.
One of his feet carried him forward a step, then another. The youthful lady felt as if she couldn't move. She felt frozen in place, while this creature drew closer and closer.
The breeze blew past again, lifting her black tresses away from her shoulders, exposing her pale, slender neck. When he saw this, the creature's eyes widened as well as his smile. Low and behold, two sharp fangs protruded from his thin lips. They shone brightly in the twilight, and the poor girl knew what he was - what would happen to her.
She couldn't run, for he would catch her, she couldn't hide for he could smell her, and she wouldn't survive, for he was thirsty, and he wanted… her blood.
"Why do you not scream, divine onna?" said he, his voice deep and alluring, yet terrifying all the same. The raven-haired beauty trembled and turned her head, closing her eyes.
"Because I know you can, and will, kill me, my lord." A tear trickled down her cheek and glinted in the moonlight. "And I know that from the moment I looked into your eyes, my lord, you wanted my blood tonight. I will die. And I know this," She paused, and flicked her eyes open, looking directly into the face of death with a hatred so intense, Akuma himself could've been proud. "But remember this, Lord Naraku, you will one day die by my own hand."
The man snarled viciously and leaped towards the woman, grabbing her by the shoulders and holding her still. "This is going to hurt, onna…a lot." His mouth opened wide, stretching to an abnormal length, as his canines slowly became elongated, and a long, pink, snake-like tongue flicked out to lick the juncture between her shoulder and neck. He was Akuma, in the form of a man, yet nothing but a snake. Then, he plunged his fangs deep down into the vein beneath her flesh, and the woman cried out in anguish, gripping his own shoulders in agony.
Her body began to grow limp, and her screams ceased, but she desperately held onto life for a second longer. And at that moment, her eyes started to glow a soft white color. Slowly her lips moved, and she whispered in the man's ear with an eerie voice, "Whence the flesh of an innocent prey is removed then so shall it remove thee."
Lord Naraku finished his meal and threw the limp woman to the ground, wiping his bloody mouth on his dark sleeve. Her eyes stopped glowing, and her breaths became more and more ragged. "No one can kill me." He replied seriously, as he turned to walk away, holding his head proudly.
"Pride comes before a fall." Whispered the woman as her eyelids slid shut, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
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