Chapter 15
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"Keep glaring at the door and you might burn some holes in it." Kagura said dryly, watching Miroku glare at the door where Naraku vanished through with Sango and the young. Miroku blinked and looked over at Kagura and at the young girl. She looked fairly young, with dark hair in a tightly twisted bun.
Ever since Naraku tossed the girl at Miroku, she hasn't even moved once from her fetal position over in the farthest corner away from both himself, and Kagura. Miroku didn't blame the girl, he groaned inwardly as the sweet smell of her blood clogged his nostrils. Horrified by the urge to drain the poor girl dry, Miroku was trying to keep his distance from her, as far away as possible given the cramped spacing.
Miroku ran his hands through his hair again, it was probably sticking up in spikes, the number of times he ran his hands through it the past half hour, or was it an hour? He wasn't sure how much time has passed, he only knew it was slipping away. Hell, he didn't even know if it was day or night, so how the hell was he going to get out of this place.
The damned door was enforced tighter than a bank vault, the entire room was surrounded by a thin coating of steel or iron. He discovered that by digging at the wall until he almost broke his fingers when he hit the metal. Kagura made a sharky comment that if the room was only surrounded by dirt than she would have materialized and left the room already, screw the chance of the sun being out.
Miroku kicked at the door again before he sat back down. The girl's consent whimpering was starting to get on his nerves, she sounded like a whipped dog. Miroku slammed his head into the door, which did not help anything except by giving him a migraine instead of the headache throbbing between his eyes.
Rubbing the back of his head, Kagura scoffed. Thinking back about it, he wasn't too sure how the hell he got here. The last thing he remembered was the women treating his bite wound, trying to keep the venom from taking hold, even though he didn't know what the hell that meant in the first place. No one bothered to answer any of his questions, even though all of them were probably stupid and incoherent in the first place.
"Hey, Kagura, how did I end up here in the first place?" Miroku asked, figureing he might as well ask instead of letting his imagination run rampant and get him even more worked up.
Kagura sighed and absently smoothed Konna's hair down, it was sticking up. "Miroku, I figured you of all people would know how you got down here. You was following Naraku like you were his loyal dog, I guess he probably called you to him like his puppet, which you are now." Kagura said simply, Miroku watched her turn her attention back to smoothing down Konna's hair.
It was starting to get hot in the room. Persparent gathered around his forehead and upper lip. He absently whipped the sweat off before it started to run into his eyes and cause him even more discomfort.
Miroku cursed ruefully and muttered, "Well, I'll be damned." Miroku ran his hands through his hair once more, making it stick up even more. His stomach was cramping, his teeth were sore, his throat felt like sandpaper... All in all, he felt pretty damn shitty. Absently rubbing his sour stomach, Miroku hit his head on the wall again. Well shit. Now what the hell was he supposed to do?
"Why can't I see anything?" Miroku jumped and turned his eyes over to the young girl, she was sitting up on her knees. No longer lying in the fetal position. He honestly felt pity for the girl, she probably didn't have a single clue what was going on. His eyes glued to the girl's throat where her pulse was visible.
He swallowed, thinking what it would taste like to sink his teeth into her throat and drink without any remorse whatsoever. He wondered if it would stop the pain in his body, he silently hoped the pain would stop, but he felt weak. His legs were weak, it took a lot out of him just to run his hands through his hair in aggravation. Not to mention his freaking throat. He's known what it felt like to go without water for a day or two, it felt like hell, but the way his throat was now. It felt like there was a fire taking over and burning him on the inside.
Shit, it fucking hurt when he freaking talked and swallowed. He knew one thing for sure, he was in prety fucking bad shape.
Without realizing it, he was up and stalking towards the girl, his fangs bared, his hands curled inwardly like claws. He literally left his logic and thinking mind in the gutter. He only thing he knew would that her blood would make the pain go away.
"Miroku? Miroku! Listen to me!" Kagura shouted. Miroku blinked and looked down and saw a dark head resting against his chest, his arms were wrapped around her, her head pushed slightly to the side for better access to her throat. She struggled against his hold, terrified sounds coming from her mouth. Horrified, Miroku shoved the girl away from him and stumbled backwards.
"You need to feed." Kagura said simly. "The human' life is not important. She will be nothing but a nuisance and in the way. Feed from the human and build up your strength and resistance. Otherwise, you'll be weak as a new born pup and you won't have any strength to resist Naraku's calls. That's how he got you to obey when you came in here. You were too weak. Bite the girl, drain her dry if you--"
"NO!" Miroku roared and he was in Kagura's face, fangs flashing and snarling. "How 'bout if I drain you dry instead, you cold hearted bitch! Her life is just as important as yours is!"
"She, along with all other humans are nothing but stupid cattle waiting to be slaughtered! Their life's are not important!" Kagura roared back at him. "They are useless to us, except for food. That's all they are and all they ever will be, food! Don't you understand now?"
"Then I guess that makes me food too, doesn't it, you disgusting bloodsucker?!" Miroku shouted back at her, the only thing he could see was red. Literally, everything was in different shades of red. Dark red, light red, blood red, even pink.
"You're not a human no more, you ignorant dumb ass! You are just like me, Konna, Inuyasha, and the others! A vampire! Not a stupid human! Her life holds no value to us! She's nothing but in the way! If you would know this then she would already be dead and you would be strengthened! She is nothing, nothing to us. The only thing from her that is important is her blood!"
"She had no more value then you? Hah! Now that I think about it, Naraku put more value on her life then his own mate's! I guess that makes her much more important then youare!" Miroku knew he hurt he badly when she flinched the way she did, but he didn't give a damn. No, he was too pissed off to even worry.
The way she talked about the girl's life like it was nothing to her than a slab of meat. Kagura really was a cold hearted bitch. He saw the hand coming long before it made contact. He could have moved, avoided it easily, but he didn't. Her slap caused his head to whip around, causing him to think he might have gotten a minor form of whiplash.
Within a heartbeat, Miroku lifted his hand, ready to strike her back. He froze at how Kagura's eye's widened to dinner plates and how she flinched away from her. Shit. His anger fled from his veins and everything red slowly vanished from his sight until the colors were normal.
Miroku lowered his hand and grabbed Kagura and gave her a hug. He could never understand why a man would take out his anger and frustration out of the weaker sex. He was always the hardest on wife beaters. He didn't believe that he almost joined their ranks by striking back at Kagura when she only hit him because Miroku, himself, hurt her badly.
"I'm sorry, Kagura." Miroku muttered before releasing her. His anger drained from his body, he stumbled back over to his sitting spot. He suddenly thought about a new born calf as it struggled to stand up and walk with it's long and springy legs. The tip of his toe caught on something and Miroku stumbled and fell flat on his face.
He groaned, his face was sore, but not as sore as his damaged ego. Talk about undignifying. To tired to move, to weak to get up, Miroku just stayed there, lying on the ground. That little outburst really did cost him a great amount. He heard Kagura sigh.
"I'm sorry too, Miroku." Kagura took a deep shuddering breath. "Now since that is out of the way, you still need to fe--"
"No, no, no, no, no! I am sorry Kagura for what I said to you about Naraku, but I will not drain the girl dry and cause her pain." Miroku sighed and shook his head, she was never going to change, was she?
"You don't need to drain her dry, I can block the experience from her memory, she doesn't even know that we almost got into an all out war. I simply put her to sleep so that she doesn't get even more fearful."
Miroku blinked and looked up at Kagura from were he was lying, the strange angle hurt his neck, but he kept looking at her, as hope dawned on him. If what she said was true, then maybe he could take only a little from her and keep her from knowing what was going on.
"I can, and I will keep her from feeling pain, I'll just keep her asleep to keep her from struggling with you. All you have to do is trust me on this."
Trust? Trust can go a long way, but he wasn't too sure if he trusted Kagura with the girl's safety. But beggars can't be choosers, and the way it was looking to him, if he didn't get something pretty soon, then the girl would be dead. He could feel his control start to slip away even now as he thought about letting Kagura help him.
The sweet fragrance coming from the girl was intoxicating. Miroku closed his eyes as he deeply inhaled the scent. The fragrance coming from the girl was a great scent, with a sweet edge. If Miroku was able, he probably would have moved closer to the sleeping girl. It was tantalizing... pungent... yet sweet. He felt his fangs slide out at the yummy scent.
He groaned as his stomach rippled as if it was in agreement. Little painful cramps started to get worse as he breathed in the scent. As first, he did his best to ignore it, now since his subconscious knew he was going to bite the girl, it was much, much harder to ignore. . . Oddly enough, he was just about tired of ignoring the girl's sweet perfume. Hell, he was just about tired of resisting what his body wanted, and needed.
He was hungry, and this poor human child was the nourishment his cramping body terribly needed... Just do it!Miroku blinked at the voice in his head, Just bite the damn girl and drain her dry. Drink all of her warm, sweet blood. It will nourish you, stop the pain and make you feel so much better...
Miroku gritted his teeth together as he felt adrenaline pour into his already burning veins. He fought with himself to keep him from jumping up and tearing the human's throat out.
Oh boy, he was in deep shit, no doubt about that. What the fuck was he supposed to do now?
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(A/N) I bet you guys hate me now don't you? Don't worry, the next chapter will be about Inu and Kags and the possible lemon, so no worries. Heh heh heh, don't forget to review. Bye now.
-- sais sera
