Guilty Pleasures

Chapter IV

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, but I do own Kelly

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-------------------------(Late in the Morning)-------------------------

Sitting down at the table, I looked out the window and saw Inuyasha standing in front of a window in his livingroom. His back was to me and I was pretty sure he was talking to someone I couldn't see. I still haven't built up enough courage to go over and demand why he paid a visit to me last night. I have to say, yesterday had to be the worst night of my life. I spent the last hour or two bawling my eyes, three or four times, out over Kelly. And a few tears still managed to slip down my cheeks.

Standing up, I pushed away from the table and went to the bathroom. I had a pounding headache and there was a strange scent that kept on getting to me that blocked out everything else, and it made my head hurt even worse. It smelt strangely of rotting meat and... flowers? What the hell? Walking up to the sink below the medicine cabnit, I turned on the water and washed my face off. The cold water soothed my tired eyes and helped me wake up better. Opening the cabnit, I grabbed the aspirin bottle and took out two and popped them in my mouth and swallowed them.

I bent my head down and cupped my hands and let the water fill them and I took a drink. I sighed deeply as the cold liquid went down my sore throat. Placeing the bottle back, I shut the door and the face I saw in the mirror almost made me shit myself. Spinning around, I used my hands to prop myself on the sink to keep from falling on my ass, and more then likely, bashing my head on the wall in the process. It was Kelly, but then again, it wasn't.

Her skin was clammy, and chalky looking. Her body was covered in dirt, her hands were all shreaded up, mainly her fingers, it looked as if she dug her way out of her grave. Her eyes were shurken into her skull, and her face, oh god, the lower part of her face was covered in blood and gore as if she just recently fed on living flesh. What the...! Was that a finger in her hand? Her once lovely and cheerful face was covered in blood and dirt, and she has a Marygold stuck in her hair, odd. So that's why I smell just a hint of a flower. Disgusting! She opened her mouth and let out an unearthly scream, that hurt my ears, and raised her arms and came at me. I was frozen in place, till she screamed. Ducking, I dodged her reaching arms and backed up till my back hit the wall.

She turned around and screamed again and ran at me once more. Jumping out of the way, I used my left hand to push her to the side, her hands grabbed onto my arm and held on fast like it was a lifeline. I wasn't sure weither she was trying to knock me out, or just eat me. Judgeing by the way she was coming at me, I'd say eat me. That was confirmed, oh damnit to hell, when she sank her teeth into my forearm. I cried out and yanked my arm out of her hands and her mouth and she dove at me. Tripping her, I jumped over her body and landed in front of her.

Her hand came out and grabbed my ankle and I went down with a thud. Pulling my foot towards her mouth, I kicked at her and she lost the grip on my foot and I scrambled to my feet, almost tripping again in the process, and ran into the kitchen. Kirara was purring, that is, till I scooped her up into my arms and ran outside. Zombies will eat any living flesh that they can find, and I wasn't about to let Kelly eat my favorite animal on earth. Also, you can't turn into a zombie if your bitten by one. The only way is to bring them back from the grave by an animator. But even then, it's extremely difficult. They can still kill you with a bite or two, their mouths are so filthy from death, that you can die from diseases caused by the bite then the bite itself. And zombies need to feed every hour or so, or their flesh starts to rot off. Kelly's skin looked like it was starting to rot. Her right eye looked like it was about to pop out of her skull.

Setting Kirara on the ground, she yowled and shot up her favorite tree. I knew she would, making sure that she was out of anyone's reach, I turned around in time to see Kelly running at me again. Yelping, I dove to the side and rolled onto my knees. Lifting one up so my foot was on the ground, I stood up and watched her. She came at me again, and I jumped up and pushed her to the side, her flesh was digusting and it almost made me yack up my breakfast.

"Kelly!" I pleaded. All zombies gain their memorys of their life, but only for about a week, after that, they're mindless killing/eating machines. That was, if they weren't broken. It looks as if Kelly was beaten really bad, she was broken. If she did still have her memorys, the two of us would more then likely be chatting it up, then I'd have to put her back into her grave. I debated with my self for a few minutes. I need to fight, no run, yes I'll run. No, no, stay and fight. But it's Kelly, no it's not. It's a zombie, so stay and fight... that's Kelly, run. Wait, if I run, she'll hurt others and try to eat them. So? If you run, you won't have to kill her yourself, she's suffered one horrible death already. No, I need to fight, she might eat a friend of mine. Why not sec her on that bitch who tried to hurt Kirara and tried to trip you. Hey... that's a good idea, but I can't. While I was agrueing with myself, my left foot would step back and then return. Run, step, fight, step, damnit!

Another scream kicked me out of my thoughts and I looked up in time to see the side of Kelly's face as she clamped her arms around my body and she bit into my neck. Crying out, I hit her in the chest, knocking her off of me and I turned around and ran away from her. She was hot on my heels. I threw a glance over my shoulder and saw that she was falling behind, but not enough for comfort. Almost tripping over a root that jutted out of the ground, Kelly didn't see it and she fell to the ground. Buying me enough time to change and vanish. Tearing at my cloths, I pulled them off as fast as I could and changed from woman to coyote.

It took me a few seconds to get my footing right and I turned and looked at her. Her gaze wasn't on me anymore, it was to the left. I glanced over and saw a family camper. My throat tried to pound out of my chest as Kelly got on her feet and ran towards the camper. I could hear a man's voice, a woman laughing, and a child laughing as well. Fuck! I was betting the little family in there had never met a hungry zombie on the prowl, damnit. I took off on all fours and managed to beat Kelly there and started to yip and bark at her to get her attention, it didn't work.

The voices ceased and a man poked his head out to see what was barking, I leaped at his head and snapped at him. He cused and fell backwards, just as Kelly swipped at his head. I didn't want the family to be wounded cause of my zombie-i-fied friend, so I leaped at her and closed my mouth around her throat and bit down hard, snapping her neck. She went limp and I threw up, the taste was vile and I was sick, not only for biting her, but for snapping her neck. The man came back with a rifle and fired it at me. It hit me in the rump and I yelped with pain and took off into the woods. And back to my house. Dragging my lower half in my yard, I collasped with agony and I was too tired to go on, or change back. My gaze traveled over to Kelly's yard, I saw the spot were she was buried, it was all torn up. Wood chips were strewn around the area, along with the fresh dirt and what not. I closed my eyes against the pain and welcomed the darkness.

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(A/N) Hello, I hoped you liked it. I'm sorry it took me so long to update, been busy these past few weeks. I'll try to update sooner the next time. Thanks for the reviews and I guess that's all I have to say right now, later.