Chapter 3 - Monster

Bankotsu awoke to the blaze of the sun glaring through his closed eyes. He squinted slightly when he opened his crimson eyes. The night before, the group had fallen for his fake name, Hiroshi. One could not forget that the name 'Bankotsu' had become very popular and terrifying around this village. He had also learned their names and the miko, Kagome, made an odd dinner and tried to convince him to eat, but he refused. He needed blood, not shitty homemade cooking.

Little snores came from the fire neko, Kirara, and the kitsune, Shippo, from the corner of the room, as they were huddled together in a white sheet. The monk, Miroku, laid to the right of Bankotsu, flexing his fingers in his sleep as if he were groping someone. Kagome was gripping the edge of her colored bag that she slept in and was breathing softly. InuYasha, the hanyou, was still in his corner, gripping his sheathed sword, prepared for any attack he would wake up to. And the taijiya …

"So you're awake too ?" The woman from across the small room asked him, staring into his eyes, studying him. Bankotsu gave a slight nod and sat up in his sheets. He let out a deep sigh and stretched his arms. The raise of his arms cause his kimono to spilt apart slightly and that allowed Sango to see his rippling muscles on his chest and stomach.

Sango could feel her cheeks redden as she continued to stare. Bankotsu curiously glanced at her and put his arms down.

Sigh.

"You okay ?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at the red that bottled had up in her cheeks. Sango flinched slightly at the sound of his voice and snapped out of her gawking stare.

"I … uhh …" No matter how hard she tried, no words came out … that made sense.

Bankotsu chuckled and scratched the back of his head.

"I was the village's lead swordsman," Bankotsu explained, noticing that she was staring at his muscles, "until I came back from a war. I injured my right arm and I haven't been able to fight that well since." Bankotsu rolled up his sleeve and indicated a wide scar that went almost all the way around his upper arm.

The scar had actually come from an encounter with a rather angry demon. It had sliced Bankotsu's arm, but, of course, there was no blood from the injury, only from the demon's afterward.

Sango nodded. She thought of all the scars that had cursed her body, but one stuck to her thoughts. The scar that her younger brother bestowed upon her back. It was painful physically, yes, but the emotional pain was worse. Knowing that her own brother had implanted his sickle into her back, but the pain eased, to some extent, when she thought of how Naraku had controlled his body and giving her this scar wasn't of his own accord.

Bankotsu noticed the pain that flicked across Sango's face. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again. Her face was enough to stop his questioning.

The group ventured outside of the hut and explored the village, while Sango stayed to train in front of the hut. Bankotsu sat on the porch, shaded from most of the sun's ray, and watched Sango practice with her hidden weapons and her large boomerang. Bankotsu studied her movements of fighting and defense, where her weapons were hidden, and her strength. But most of all, he examined her neck. Soft and un-touched by any men's lips, silky skin and thick juicy blood flowing rapidly through the veins as she trained. Sweat ran down her neck and Bankotsu could feel salvia flood the inside of his mouth. He wanted it so badly, just to taste, one taste …

"Hiroshi ?"

It was a couple of seconds before Bankotsu snapped away from his daze. He looked up at Sango's face and saw an iridescent smile on her pink lips.

"Do you want to go for a walk ? It might get your mind off … " Sango paused and bit her lip, afraid that it might be the wrong thing to ask a troubled man. But Bankotsu just smiled at her and accepted her invitation.

Getting out of the shade and into the sun was one thing, but actually walking through it for this long was exhausting ! Though the sun did not harm Bankotsu's body, it did make him extremely tired and dreary.

"Do you want to sit down?" Sango finally asked, after walking around the village for nearly an hour. Bankotsu could barely hear her words, but nodded a sweating head. Sango found a fence that was covered by a canopy of trees and they sat on the wood, observing at the abundance of people out of the street.

Bankotsu felt an extreme relief of being guarded by the trees. He sighed happily and stared over at Sango.

"Maybe a walk through the woods might make me feel a bit better." Bankotsu suggested and just as he thought, Sango agreed to his scheme.

The two of them climbed over the side of the fence and jumped into the forest, where it was engulfed in darkness …

Perfect…

The grass and small bushes rustled as their feet either stepped upon them or brushed past the dark greenery. Silence crept through the atmosphere and Sango bit her lip and decided to break the silence.

"So you and Shina … you really loved each other ?" Her question was cautious, she feared that the man would break down in tears at the mention of the girl's name.

Bankotsu hesitated a moment before speaking.

"Well … our marriage was arranged … We did love each at first, but then she began to cause arguments and sometimes in the night she would go off to meet other men …"

'Now where have I heard that …' Sango sarcastically thought in her mind.

As Sango looked away, drifting in her thoughts of the monk's lecherous deeds, Bankotsu smirked. Even after watching her for a day, he was easily able to provoke her weaknesses to draw her closer to him.

"Hiroshi … I'm sorry about your lo-" Sango eyes widened when his lip met hers. His force was so sudden and so strong as he placed a rough hand upon her delicate cheek. Her knees quivered at the force of his body against hers. Bankotsu harshly slammed her body against a solid tree trunk and Sango grunted in pain.

Bankotsu's left hand rose from his side and rested on her waist and slowly slithered up her back, clutching it tightly. Sango was still in a frozen shock, but his touch … his lips … so … nice …

The luscious lips retracted from the taijiya's and slowly began kissing down her neck. Sango rose her chin to allow him to venture more with his lips on her un-armed neck. She let out a groan and wrapped her arms around his back, gripping his clothing forcefully.

As the couple stood against the tree, a elderly village man was venturing through the woods when he spotted the figure of common stories.

Blood-like eyes, long raven hair pulled back into a back-length braid, practically translucent skin, and … he was sure of it … shimmering white fangs …

"YOU !" The old man cried, pointing a bony finger in Bankotsu's direction. The man looked up from his soon-to-be victim.

"It's you, you're Bankotsu, the vampire !!!"

Sango's state of seduction dissipated when the word 'vampire' was spoken. Her head snapped back to stare into Bankotsu's lustful eyes. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly as the old bugger came running towards him, branch in hand.

"Let go of that woman, MONSTER !!"

Once he was in range, Bankotsu spun around and swatted his fist in the direction of the man's face. A cry of pain echoed through the forest as the elderly man was thrown to the forest floor. He held his broken cheek bone as best he could without causing more pain. Bankotsu being to slowly walk towards him, fangs barring.

Sango breathed harshly and glared at the back of that beast that now faced her. The fair-sized piece of branch that the old man held was now lying at her feet. Sango bent down and grasped the wood tightly. Ever so quietly, she snuck behind Bankotsu. Just as he noticed her presence so close, the log came colliding with the back of his head. Bankotsu was stunned for a moment, but then crashed to the ground, in an unconscious state.

Bankotsu's a horny vampire :P Haha !

There you go folks, another short chapter ! I'm hoping to get about 10 reviews or more for both of these chapters before I update this story again. And let me tell you the more interesting stuff is coming up in the next two chapters.

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-Kitty (MEOW!)