SingMyLullabySweet666: Umm…… heh heh…. (ducks behind a trashcan) I KNOW!! I KNOW!! (emerges slowly) It's been awhile hasn't it? Over a year, I believe… (ducks again) I DIDN'T FORGET I SWEAR!!!!!! (points to disclaimer) HERE…. READ!!!!!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Yu Yu Hakusho, nor any of the characters. This story is purely fan made and I make zero dollars from it. However, I do own Ms. Saiyuki and the baby even though I do not know his or her name.

Chapter Warning(s): Angst, Abuse, Dark Themes, Vampirism, and Character Death.

Chapter Rating: Soft R (too be safe)

Italics/thoughts

Bold/Change of POV and Title

Regular/story

Canvas

(Normal POV)

Blinding pain…. Agony….. A scream….. Silence.

So thick…. Suffocating… Intoxicating…. More force…. More blood…. So beautiful… Lovely….

Blinding pain… Agony….. A scream…. Silence.

Must have more. Need more. The smell; so rich. So consuming. Must have more. Crave it. Yearn it. So delicious…..

Blinding pain…. Agony…. A scream… Silence.

Watch it run down in rivulets. Taste it. So sweet. Must have more. Must make more. Bleed….

Blinding pain… Agony… A scream… Silence.

Yes. Cry out. Scream. Sing for me. Melody. Like a Nightingale. Sing more. Such a lovely voice. So soft. So tender. Can you sing louder?

Blinding pain… Agony… A scream… Silence….. A plea.

Begging? No. Won't work. Gone… Too far gone… Hate? No. Love. So Sweet. Beg more.

Blinding pain… Agony… A scream… Silence….. A sob.

Tears? Like rain. Salty. Disgraceful. Beautiful. Love it. Need it. More.

Blinding pain…. Agony….. A scream….. Silence.

Yes.

Blinding pain…. Agony….. A scream….. Silence.

More.

Blinding pain…. Agony….. A scream….. Silence.

Sing for me.

Blinding pain…. Agony….. A scream….. Silence.

Louder!

Blinding pain…. Agony….. A scream….. Silence.

All done? So sad….

(Kurama's POV)

So vile.

The whipped slipped through my fingers like sand. I stared down at the body on the floor and smiled. Rivers of sweet intoxicating crimson dripped to the floor and the smell swirled in the air, consuming me, enrapturing me. I wanted a taste… I wanted to lick it all gone. I felt a shiver run down the length of my spine at the mere thought of the coppery taste, the tangy sweetness of life. So delicious.

Disgusting….

I knelt down next to my canvas. Never before has he been more beautiful than he is now. No. He is like an angel. My own fallen one. So dark and morbid, so full of misery and pain, of agony and despair. I glow, knowing I made this; I made him as he is now. Curled up, bleeding, sobbing; beckoning me with that morbid tone. Ah… So intoxicating. I want to hear more. I want to make him scream until he is horse, until his throat rips and fills with life, suffocating him. Such a pleasant thought.

Morbid fascination.

I touch my canvas and feel him shudder at the feel. Such a powerful feeling, this control. His fear is thick in the air. I want to break him, tear him into tiny pieces slowly, agonizingly. I want to cause him more pain. More suffering. He is my canvas… I do as I please with it.

Such filthy hands….

I lean in and lick his ear. So sweet, as I knew he would be. He shivers, his fear growing. I smirk. I took another taste from him, and he tenses this time. Ah, he knows me all too well. I will destroy him tonight, make him bleed… I will kill him.

No more….

Turning my canvas to face me, I smile. Trails of rain mark his porcelain face. Aww, my baby is crying. Such a delightful sight. I want to kiss the rain, so I do. He whimpers. So untrusting of me, canvas. It hurts me. I do not like it when you hurt me. It makes me want to hurt you more. So I do.

Enough….

I tilt his head to the side and lick his jugular. I moan. He freezes. Mort hurt…. An eye for an eye, canvas. So I bite, hard. Blood fills my mouth, so tangy and sweet. I drink. I'm on cloud nine. He begs more me to stop. So, I only suck faster. He needs to learn. I am the artist here and he is my canvas. I do as I please.

I can't watch anymore.

I pull back, my hunger sedated for now. I lick away your trace from my lips and watch as you look away. Tsk, tsk, canvas. You cannot escape me. I will paint you with such pretty pictures. I will make you bleed, make you never forget. So I grab your chin and force you to look. You hate it. I can see. And it makes me giddy inside. I smile. You cringe and I relish in my power.

Make it stop….

Standing, I walk to the other side of the room and reach into the open drawer. Shuffling through my favorites toys, I pull out what I was looking for. Perfect. Turning back, you begin to beg again. The dancing light on the gleaming blade is all you need to know. Oh, the power I hold. It's so consuming, and so, I allow myself to drown in it. I will make you bleed. I am the artist here and you, you are my canvas.

That isn't me.

Walking back over to my precious canvas, I kneel down again. I press it against you and your tremble and beg more. So sweet. I slide it against you and you hiss in pain. Then it comes, the life inside of you. I smile and lean down to lick it away. Mmm… so delicious. I must have more. Need more. I look into your bloody eyes and smirk. Death is becoming for you.

I'm not like that.

I raise it to your throat, and you begin to fight. Ah, now so alive. Ironic, when so close to death. Funny to. So I laugh and you narrow those haunting orbs. Ah, brave to? I cannot have that. So I press harder and I can see it pulse through the thin line. You snarl. Oh? Playing games are we? Cannot have that.

I would never….

So I backhand you and you freeze, stunned for a moment but that is all I need. I slice. You scream. And it is pouring so thickly. Yes, my canvas, bleed. I want to see that life. I am not disappointed. Tears are coming again. Lovely. A picture perfect. Worth a thousand words. I laugh again and you shield away. Oh? Want to escape? No. Can never escape. Not possible.

Leave….

So I punish you. Always punishing you. Tsk, you should have learned by now. But you didn't. I shake my head and you snarl again. I frown. No need to be feral with me. I have done nothing to you to earn it. Yet. Nothing Yet. But I will. I told you, I will kill you. I will break you. I am the artist here, not you. You are the canvas, so lie still so I may paint a masterpiece.

I don't want this.

But you don't. Instead, you thrash about, bucking, twisting, and turning… You want free. Your fear has consumed you. And you want free. My morbid canvas, there is no freedom here. No, not here. In another place, yes, but not here. So I teach you this, but you refuse to learn.

Please….

I press it to your throat again and your body stops, but your will lives on. And it infuriates me. Bad canvas. You cannot have will. It is the steel that will take you away from me. I must break your will, steal it all away. I must make you bleed, canvas; I must kill you.

Forgive me.

So I slice again. This time, it gushes. I see you choke and it makes me smile. Oh, the power I have. It is so enriching. Intoxicating. I love it. You hate it. It matters not, because you are bleeding. I smiled down at you, your wide bloody eyes horrified. You gasp and I laugh at your stupidity. Silly canvas, I stole your will.

I'm sorry.

I lean down and lick your ear. You don't react… You can't feel. Is it all fading away now? Blackening? Is it drowning you? I hope so. Foolish canvas.

I'm sorry.

I lick it clean and relish the taste of life. I look down and your eyes have dulled. I frown. Listless. I do not like the look, but it cannot be helped. After all, I did keep my promise didn't I? I made you bleed canvas.

I'm sorry.

I stole your life.

I'm sorry.

I killed you, foolish canvas.

I shot up in my bed, shaking. I felt the vile substance rise from my stomach and I turned to the side and left it come. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I sob. Tears come like a waterfall with no mercy. I cannot help it.

I'm sorry.

The dream… It was me… No. It wasn't me. I would never, could never, but I have. I can't stand the thought and the vile substance rises again. So I heave. But nothing comes. I choke on my sobs as my tears burn my eyes.

I'm sorry.

Then I hear you. You're at my door, peering in. I don't look. I can't. The dream. It was so real and yet you are still here. I take relief in that. But it does little to comfort. I could do that to you… I already have. I killed your spirit. That's worse that killing your body.

I'm sorry.

You whisper my name and the melody is sweet, sung with concern. I don't dare look though. You may sing but you are nothing more than a tempter. A tease. Your melody mocking. But I listen anyway and I lose myself.

I'm sorry.

You're moving towards me now and I want nothing more than to run away from you but I remain still. The bed dips and then you are near me. Your breath tickles my check as you lean closer. I sob.

Forgive me.

You are grabbing my chin and I don't know what else to do. So I close my eyes. I know you're frowning but I cannot look. The dream. Listless. No I cannot look. So I don't. But then you whisper so sweetly in your melody of deceitfulness. You ask me to open my eyes. I cannot help but give in. So I do. And when I see your bloody orbs, I cry harder.

I'm sorry.

SingMyLullabySweet666: I know it's not much, but I liked how it came out. I wanted something dark. Something that will keep you guessing. I think I achieved that. Don't worry; this chapter will make sense later. I PROMISE! Until next time, read and review.