Chapter 4 - The First Agreement

"WHAT ?!" Four voices shouted, followed by an angry hiss.

"I knew that bastard was putting on an act !" InuYasha huffed as he angrily tapped his foot against the wooden floor after hearing Sango's story.

"I'm sorry for what he did to you, Sango..." Miroku comforted.

"I tried to make him feel better…" Shippo pouted.

"I offered him my home-made cooking!" Kagome shrieked.

A wave a green faces rushed through the group as they remember the horrid meal they were forced to place in their bodies, excluding Kagome.

"The bastard will be lucky for what's coming to him ! Because if I got my hands on him, it'd be a hell of a lot worse !" InuYasha threatened and for once the group did not disagree with his harmful tactics.

Sango sighed and hugged her legs closer to her body. She lowered her head to her knees and stared at the white of her night-time kimono. As Kagome, InuYasha and Shippo continued to agree on how much of a lying and evil bastard Bankotsu was, Miroku crawled over to Sango and wrapped his arms protectively around her huddled figure. Sango's head rose from her knees and leaned itself against Miroku's shoulder.

"You did not deserve what he did to you." Miroku whispered into his lover's ear. She nodded slowly, but her mind thought differently.

'But … I enjoyed it …'

The rest of her friends had fallen to in disgusted sleep, but Sango still sat out on the porch, gazing upon the sparkling night skies. Her thoughts wandered to earlier in the afternoon …

'Oh thank you, thank you, miss!' The old man cried, still gripping his cheek bone, as he held her hand in his wrinkled, shaking one. Sango nodded and glanced back at the unconscious body of that bastard.

'We need something strong to restrain him, if he awakens.' Sango ordered and the elder nodded. He scrambled through the bushes, looking for a vine of some sort. The man had quickly returned a long and tough piece of bark in hand. The woman took it graciously and crouched down beside the insensible Bankotsu.

His pale skin was more noticeable know and points of fangs stuck out from his closed mouth. Sango felt disgusted that the man, no vampire, had lied about "saving" Shina, when he had been the demon that had taken her short life. A poke to his shoulders indicated he was still out cold and Sango placed a hand on his back, just in case.

The old man was shaking and whimpering with fear against the tree Sango had just been against not too long ago. Cautiously, she grasped each of the vampire's wrists and placed them on his back.

No movement.

She slipped the bark underneath he wrists and began to bind them together tightly.

Still, no movement.

Shouting and rustling of bushes caused Sango to flinch and she glanced up to see a caravan of about ten men scurrying towards them.

They were suited in fine armor, armor of a lord's army no doubt. Swords, spears and daggers had occupied the job of weapon and were either in hand or attached to their obis. Their helmets were made a exceptionally strong metal and were crested with tiny little jewels. Wood and metal had been their armor, which was held up by a tight black obi.

'You there, old man !' The last one to arrive ran in upon horseback and mask hid the contents of his face. The elderly man shrieked with fear as two soldiers were at his side. He covered his face, dreading their powerful stance. The leader nodded and a brown bag was taken from inside one of the soldiers' breastplate. He tossed it to the old man and he open his eyes slowly as in chinked when it landed in his palms. The contents of the bag fell into his hand as he dispensed it. He quickly counted the silver coins and a bright smile had replaced his terror.

'Thank you ! Thank you, general !' Tears of happiness erupted from his wrinkles eyes and he ran off through the woods, shouting gaily.

'What was that money for ?' Sango inquired. They all gazed at the woman was crouched by the vampire, they seemed to forget she was there.

'That man is responsible for capturing this beast,' the general said rather rudely. 'We watched the whole thing, after a villager tipped us off that they saw the vampire and a young woman enter the forest…' He eyed Sango suspiciously, but she was already glaring back into his eyes behind the mask.

'But if you saw everything you would seen me bring down … ugh .. never mind …' Sango didn't pursue this injustice anymore. The general didn't seem to look to keenly at a woman doing a man's work and she received money from all the other demon slayings she performed anyways.

'Grab the beast, men !' The general ordered, ignoring Sango once again. The two that were beside the old man were now on either side of Bankotsu's unresponsive body. Sango backed off immediately and let the men drag Bankotsu back to the temple that hung above the busy little village…

A sigh escaped Sango's dry lips. She didn't even know why she didn't fight away from Bankotsu's lips and touch. Miroku was her only, her life, her love. No one could replace him, especially not a vampire.

Vampire was a vastly said name in these times, but Sango's clan was one of the only that knew about the monsters. They feasted upon the blood of humans, since they had none of their own. Vampires were the walking dead, not from this world, but angels that had sinned against the Gods and were punished to live as immortals on Earth. Nothing could kill a vampire, but the sun did make them exhausted, that is why they only hunted at night. They did fear wooden stakes and the enchantments of monks and priests. But nothing could really take their life, unless they have burned with special incantations being said during the sacrifice. If these holy words weren't spoken, the vampire would be able to curse the people and would return to the world of the living 100 years later.

100 years ago, 'vampire' was known to all. They hunted separately, but several vampires at a time could been seen stalking in the night. They slowly began to disappear from their world, seeking different lands to hunt for better blood. Some say they had ventured to the country of Transylvania or were burned to the stake, but no one continued stories about vampires, they were gone.

Sango had heard from some of the villagers that Bankotsu had burned 100 years ago. The villagers had not performed the incantations, thus setting the vampire free from the clutches of death. Now he has returned seeking revenge on the relatives of the ones that attempted to take his life. He had succeeded. He was now free from the fiery rages of revenge and was able to hunt other, to feast, to kill. But none of that would happen. Bankotsu was locked up in the temple of the lord, awaiting the proper death. He could kill the innocent no more.

Sango rubbed her temples with her forefingers. All this evidence and history of vampires made her mind stressed. She felt disgusted when she thought of how the vampires killed their victims. They would become tremendously lustful with the victim's body and would take their cherished possession, then feast upon their blood, leaving nothing but an emotional scar before their demise.

It was sick and twisted !

A quiet rustle of tree took Sango away from her thoughts. She glanced up and studied the forest before her. The bushes shook and mystifying footsteps intertwined with the bushes. Sango rose to her feet, ready to fight whatever came through those trees. The rustling stopped dead and a young boy stepped out. His amber orbs stared deeply into Sango's cinnamon ones. He held a sickle weapon in his right hand and a glowing lantern, lit by candle, in the other. Black leather covered his body, which matched Sango's battle outfit.

"Kohaku …" Sango whispered. The sound of that name on her lips chilled her to the bone, making the scar on her back tingle. The boy's hand, which held the lantern, rose up and the blare of the light concealed his face. His amber eyes turned black behind the glaring light and he darted back through the forest.

"Wait ! Kohaku !" Sango shouted after him when she raced through the forest. She had been in such a trance at seeing her brother again, she had forgotten to bring her cherished weapon, Hiraikotsu.

The forest was darker than it had been only a few ago before. The only light was the one Kohaku held, the rest of her surroundings her engulfed in shadows. The light was fading from her view and Sango quickened her pace, she couldn't loose her brother again. As Sango raced through the trees she began to think why Kohaku had appeared before her. Her mind had been so lost in thoughts of her brother, that she hadn't even taken that in. It could only be one person …

Solemn, evil laughter ruptured through the black trees and Sango froze. The light had disappeared and she was left in complete darkness.

"Do you love your brother, Sango ?" Naraku's cold voice echoed in and around her mind. She could sense his sinful presence near, but she wasn't able to see his face through the shadows.

"What do you want Naraku ?!" Sango solicited, trying to keep her voice strong, but she could feel it slip. Naraku only laughed. Snapping and cracking caught Sango's ear and she could hear the noise heading her way. Before she was able to avoid it, something hard and strong wrapped around her, pinning her arms against her body. The roots that proved to being Naraku's arm extended arms strengthened their grip on Sango. She gritted her teeth, to keep herself from screaming. The roots lifted her pained body from the forest floor and took her closer to their source.

Sango was now so close to Naraku she could smell his wretched breath. A light blinded her eyes for a second, but then the picture quickly became clear.

Naraku held her in his root arm, while he smiled that cold smile, one that could give the very devil goose bumps. Kohaku stood at his side, holding the lit lantern down by his leg. His eyes had turned black, as he stood unemotional to the situation Sango was placed in.

"Let him go, Naraku ! Take me instead !" Sango managed to say. The root around her body had subsided it's squeezing, but now stayed at a tight solid state.

Naraku chuckled.

"Such a pity plead won't bring your brother back to you Sango."

Sango's eyes widened.

"I want you to free the vampire -"

"No ! I'm not letting him and you hurt innocent people !" Naraku glared at Sango, staring her down.

"I don't appreciate you interrupting me Sango …" Right after Naraku finished, his other root arm slithered above Sango's head and the slimmer part of the arm inched towards her mouth. Sango tried to turn away from the evil root, but it just forced her head forward. The wood latched itself to her lips and wrapped around her head, bringing a halt to her speaking.

"Now, that's better." Naraku smiled and continued with his instructions. "I want you to free the vampire and bring him to me, so I can devour his demonic power. If you so do this successfully, you shall be reunited with your little brother."

Sango thought for a moment. Naraku wasn't going to release Bankotsu upon the world, but he was planning on being a lot stronger. But Kohaku …

Making her decision, Sango nodded her head slowly and Naraku let out a demonic laugh.

"Bring the vampire to my castle, Sango!" He ordered as he and Kohaku dissipated into thin air.

The roots released from Sango's mouth and her aching body and she collapsed to the solid ground. She massaged her throbbing muscles and face. The thought of the group knowing what she was about to do gave her chills. They would kill her for releasing the vampire. What if something went wrong ? What he escaped from her ? The questions could go on forever, but Sango knew what she had to do …

Ta da !

The fourth chapter of my Deadly Lust story.

Please R&R !

(Oh, here's a pre-warning, the next chapter contains MATURE CONTENT)

-Kitty (MEOW!)