Author's note: Can you believe it's been like 6 years since I've published something? Sheesh.
TW: sexual assault
Her shift was almost at its end as Kagome went through her sales of the day, calculating meticulously how much cash her boss owed her.
"I've closed out all my tables. Anything else you need me to help with?" She asked the closing server but was met with nothing more than a quick shake of the head.
Kagome skipped over to her manager's office, her long braided hair bouncing behind her as she knocked twice before swiftly opening the door.
"How much do I owe you?" Her boss asked without looking up from his calculations.
"$170"
"How were your sales?"
Kagome watched as the middle-aged man pulled out his master key, opening the cash safe. Neatly stacked bills lined the inside of the box and a small handgun was placed precisely within arm's reach.
"Good. The customers are really liking the new Merlot you added..."
He humphed, counting out her cash between his thick fingers.
"I'll see you on Monday." He grumbled before she skipped out of the restaurant, money in tow.
This particular Saturday night had been busy, but Kagome was content with how much she'd made. Yes, she did leave a little later than usual, but the extra money proved to be a good incentive.
The distant light of the train station teased her as Kagome wrapped her arms tighter around her torso. She could already feel it, the toasty warmth of the seats as she finally got to rest for the first time that day. She was ready to go home. However, an all too familiar feeling crept its way into her bones, bringing Kagome to a quick halt.
It was "the call" so to speak. The mysterious sixth sense Kagome carried around everywhere that seemed to get her into more trouble than good.
She rolled her eyes ignoring it, returning her attention to the station. Whoever it was that needed her help would have to handle it on their own. It wasn't any of her business anyway. But as if to purposefully spite her, a deep sense of grief washed over her, once again bringing Kagome to a pause.
"Why does it have to be me!" Kagome harshly whispered.
Why was she so magically deemed defender of the lame and meek?
She never asked for any of this spiritual mumbo-jumbo and in fact, resented it day in and day out.
The grief washed over her again.
Kagome sighed. Whoever was suffering was really going through it. She could feel that much. And so, closing her eyes, Kagome focused on the trail of sorrow and found it leading her west.
She made her way past vacant back alleys and rundown buildings until she was in an empty lot riddled with dirt, rubble, and broken glass.
A mere few feet away cradled in dirt, sat a young girl, crying.
Kagome dropped her bag rushing over to her, quickly crouching down to the girl's eye level.
"Are you alright?" She asked softly, putting a hand on the girl's bare back. Kagome hissed, the poor thing was freezing.
Looking up, the girl stared at Kagome with tearful, magenta eyes.
She was a demon.
Her lower lip trembled before sobbing again, louder this time. She turned away from Kagome, hiding her face in her hands.
"Hey, hey…" Kagome cooed, patting the girl's short black hair.
She unzipped her jacket, draping it over the girl's thin shoulders,
"Let's get you out of here. It's col—"
But before she could finish, a large hand clamped around Kagome's mouth and pulled her back into a hard torso.
She thrashed about, clawing at whatever she could before a hard blow sent her tumbling to the ground.
Get out of here! Her instincts screamed, but Kagome's head spun with a ferocity that shamed even the worst of her drunken sprees.
Kagome tried crawling away on all fours, however, her attempt was in vain. The offender yanked her up by her inky black braid, clutching her by the small of her back.
With a free hand, he roughly grabbed Kagome's small face tilting it up so that he could get a good look at her.
"Good job Yura." He cooed out, "You caught a really pretty one..."
The man chuckled, especially liking how pale her face was.
Fangs glint menacingly at Kagome as her heart pumped at a rate she was sure would induce a heart attack.
He let go of her face, cupping her breast and painfully squeezing it. Kagome elicit a cry.
"Nice voice too…"
Wrapping his hand around her braid again, he yanked it back painfully. She hissed but he paid no mind as he focused on her now exposed neck.
He brought up a calloused hand and ran a claw down the jugular vein drawing shallow lines of blood...
She would make him a good profit.
There were plenty of yokai in the market for new whores, and the current demand for human females was exceptionally high.
But never mind that.
The way she was squirming and struggling against him combined with the scent of her blood made his heart sing in a way that it hadn't in years.
There was nothing wrong with him taking a bite, right?
He dipped his head, placing his thin pale lips against the column of her neck. A tongue, thick and purple, snaked out from his mouth, lapping up the small rivets of blood that adorned her throat.
Her skin was smooth, cool, and so inviting, making it almost impossible for him to restrain himself. It had been some time since he had last fucked a human, and this situation was proving to be a bit too exciting…
Kagome's stomach churned as his tongue found its way closer to her mouth. She tried her best to mangle free but his grasp kept her from going anywhere.
"Help me, please!" Kagome yelled out, but there was no one to keep him from her.
Even the girl, Yura, who had been there moments ago, disappeared…
"Get off of me!" Kagome choked out, trying to kick him away but he merely chuckled at her pitiful attempts.
She lifted her gaze, amber meeting vermilion as his mouth twisted up, revealing a row of crooked, jagged teeth.
She recoiled.
Roughly, he pushed her into the adjacent wall, her screams echoing in the street.
A hand came down and against her mouth as he crushed her small frame with his.
Without ceasing his assault, the demon ripped through her shirt, exposing her to the cold night air.
Muffled cries escaped Kagome's mouth as the demon lowered his head, teasing her pert nipple with his grotesque tongue.
He was by no means gentle, sucking hard on her breasts until they ached. Bite marks and bruises littered her once unblemished skin as he seemingly took out his many frustrations on her.
Kagome screamed, pleading to whatever God was listening that he'd stop and let her go, but she knew better than to ask from those who never listened…
The telltale rattling of a belt buckle brought her back from her needless begging, sending a shot of Adrenalin through her already alert body.
Kagome thrashed about, kicking and flailing like a desperate animal. By some luck, she managed to slip free, however, his speed outranked hers as he quickly gripped her forearm, yanking her back to him like a rag doll.
She landed on the wet floor, her back to the ground as he stood above her. His member out, ready and protruding.
"NO!" Kagome shrieked as he sprang on top of her, his member prodding around her bare stomach.
She dug into his shoulders, "Let me go!"
It took her some time to realize that he had in fact, stopped. And only did it dawn on her when he fell to her side, encased in soft, iridescent light.
She quickly scrambled to her feet, all the while frightened by the agonizing howls the demon let out. With a few feet of distance between them, Kagome turned to stare at the convulsing body before her.
He was burning alive, and Kagome watched carefully as pieces of him wisped away like flower petals caught in the wind.
His eyes were wide in torture, remaining on her until they too were nothing more than a pile of ash.
Nothing of him lingered.
Kagome sat there for a small eternity, trembling until her fingers pricked with early hypothermia.
Her eyes were full of panic, not completely accepting that she had done away with him so easily. Kagome even half suspected that this was all just a ruse and that he still remained somewhere, watching her.
She found herself sobbing, gasping for air until the distant sound of laughter pulled her from her spiral.
Fumbling to cover herself with what remained of her blouse, Kagome grabbed her bag, running as far away from the hell hole as she could.
With flustered cheeks, Kagome kept her eyes down, praying desperately that the concerned gazes of the onlooking passengers would stay distant.
"Are you alright?" someone quietly asked, but she ignored them.
Kagome closed her eyes then, imagining that she had been home this whole time.
She gripped her shirt tighter, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Soon. She thought wiping them away.
Soon she would be safe at home.