Chapter 13
I do not own Inuyasha
(A/N) It's been a while, hasn't it? For those of your who were waiting for the next chapter, here it is. I'm not going to apologize for the long wait though. For the longest time there, I lost interest in all of my stories around the beginning of the year 2007. But for those of you who have and do like reading my story, I thank you for your reviews. Now I'm going to be quiet and get started on chapter 13.
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The first thing he noticed when he came around was that his stomach was cramping terribly and there was a nasty after taste of something in his mouth. Miroku groaned and grabbed his head as a throbbing pain in his skull made its appearance. He wasn't sure what hurt worse, his head, or the rest of his body. His skin felt stretched tight over bones and he was almost afraid to move in case his skin might rip and tear apart.
He struggled to remember what the hell happeneing to him, but the only thing that came to mind was his boss tossing him out of his office with another warning. But, what else happened to him?
He thought miserably. He became aware of something, something that sounded a lot like crying. He forced his eyes open and shut them just as quickly as a low moan escaped from between his lips. With a shudder, he pried his eyes open and looked around the room. The floor was surprisingly dirty and there was a very sweet fragrance in the air that caused his stomach to cramp with need and his teeth to ache. Hell, he skipped meals before but none of his hunger pains compared to this. With a shudder, he forced himself up and pulled his battered body until he was able to rest against the wall.
"I see that your awake, Miroku." A feminine voice muttered. Miroku jumped and looked over at the far side of the room, it was rather large.
What spooked him the most was that the floor wasn't wood or tile, it was compacted dirt. He quickly looked around him and realized that he wasn't in a room at all. It looked more like a cellar than anything else. He searched for the source of the voice and spotted it. Kagura stared back at him. He took in her bloodied and soiled clothing, her battered and bruised face and arms.
She sneered at him and turned her face away in disgust. "I was hoping that you wouldn't survive the change. I guess now both you and your lover are Naraku's puppets. Congrats on surviving though." Kagura sighed and looked back at Miroku.
"Survive the change? What change? What are you talking about Kagura, and where the hell are we?" Miroku said and he took a deep breathe and forced himself to a crouching position. He took another breath and struggled to stand up. His legs were weak and he had to catch himself but he managed to stumble over to Kagura.
"You don't remember?" Kagura asked in amazement and disbelief as Miroku knelt down in front of her and took her chin in his hand so he could look at her wounds better. Being a paramedic before he became a cop came in handy sometimes, Miroku thought to himself.
"You keep on saying such strange things, Kagura. What on earth happened to you? You look like you became someones punching bag. By the way," Miroku said as he looked around the bare room, trying to find a light or flame or anything. "Why can I see just find when I don't see any light source?" Kagura's breath catched when a rank order met her nostrils, she jerked her head out of Miroku's grip and forced herself to her own feet. Miroku grabbed her arm when she cried out and fell.
He helped her up to her feet and Kagura looked at the wall opposite them. Miroku followed her gaze and noticed a door for the first time. With a whoop of excitement, he started to dash over there, but Kagura's hand snatched the back of his shirt. Causing his arms to spin like a windmill as he struggled to regain his balance.
He shook his head and looked back at the door as the sound of children crying met his ears. Blinking, he watched as the doorknob was turned and the door opened, letting in a gust of air that stunk of the same sweet fragrance that almost floored Miroku as his stomach once again screamed in hunger. He looked up as Sango walked into the room, carring a bundle wrapped in a black tarp as Naraku followed her. Miroku gritted his teeth at the sight of the rogue vampire. Naraku paused and looked at Miroku.
He grinned and evil little smile that caused Miroku's insides to squirm with disgust. What happened? Why didn't he remember something that was so ovious to both Kagura and Naraku. Miroku glared at Naraku's smirk. "I'm surprised that your up and walking around so soon after you were turned, my dear boy. Come and say hello to your sire, Miroku." Naraku said.
Miroku suddenly wanted to do nothing except go to Naraku. Horrified by being so compelled towards Naraku, Miroku bit his bottom lip as he struggled to keep his feet from moving. Naraku frowned in displeasure. "I said come to me, puppet!" He snarled. Miroku tasted blood as he realized that his teeth met. Blood poured into his mouth from his bitten through lip. With a start, Miroku felt his control slip from his own body and he watched in horror as he walked toward Naraku.
He grinned as Miroku walked towards him. Naraku heard the human behind him whimper in terror. He grinned wider as the rope around the human's neck snapped tight. He jerked on the rope suddenly, which caused the human to slam face first into the ground. The sweet scent of human blood tinted the air and Naraku felt his fangs unsheath at the sweet smell that was so much more appealing than any type of food.
Naraku turned around and bent down and grabbed the back of the shirt of the human and jerked her to her feet. She cried out as he lifted her in the air and held her in front of him. She looked to be no older than 15 years old. The young girl grabbed his hand and tried to free her blouse as tears poured down her face. He looked over at Miroku's stunned face. The sight of the terrified young girl must have snapped him out of the compulsion.
A pity, he guessed that the cop had more self control than he gave him credit for. It was going to be a little difficult controlling the man. "You must be hungry, Miroku." Naraku taunted and he looked over at Kagura who was holding Konna tightly to her chest. Sango was standing over in the corner with little Kioshi in her arms. The young babe was fast asleep in Sango's familiar arms. Her gaze however, was blank and void as she stared into space.
Miroku stared at the young girl in growing horror. How many children went missing each year, never to be found. Their parents scared and in denial that their little babies would never be seen alive again. Looks like there was another family tonight that was going to get the news that are the parents worse nightmare.
Miroku himself had witness the parent's breaking down and weeping in horror that their child was dead or missing. He himself had to tell countless parents and families over the five years he was a police officer. Miroku knew one thing, he wasn't going to let this little girl's family suffer in grief at the loss of their little one.
"Come Miroku, you must be starved. I'm amazed that you haven't pounced on the girl yet. You show real promise, my boy. But how long can you resist?" Naraku taunted as he slashed a finger nail across the girl's hand. She cried out as her skin gave way and blood pooled to the surface and flowed down her arms.
Miroku actually groaned aloud and he was shocked at the pressure on his canines. He opened his mouth and jumped about a foot in the air when he nicked his tongue of a tooth that was longer than usual. What the hell? Miroku watched as Naraku tossed the girl at him. Miroku lifted his arms and the girl landed in his grip, the force of which Naraku threw her at him caused him to lose his balance and he landed on his ass.
"I wonder how long you can resist the alure of her blood, my boy. Let's see how long a newly turned vampire can resist"
"V-vampire!?" Miroku cried out, that's when it hit him. Naraku biting his throat, drinking his blood till he almost passed out. Him slicing his wrist and forcing it over Miroku's lax mouth. The blood pooled into his mouth, forcing him to either choak or swallow. Miroku's stomach lurched when he realized that he swallowed. He pushed the girl away from him and touched his canines. They were fangs.
"Oh, shit. . ." Miroku muttered as he watched Naraku's retreating back.
"Oh, shit is right." Kagura replied.
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(A/N) Well, there's chapter 13. If you liked it, review, if you didn't, don't bother to review. Since it's currently summer break, I might get around and post another chapter in a couple of days or weeks. No promises. Cya later I guess. Oh, and if my story reminds you of any book, it shouldn't because I started it like Lover Awakened by J. R. Ward. The rest of this story, all my idea, I didn't get any ideas from any other books other than the one mentioned above. Bye, bye.
