Chapter 4: Honor the Savior
"What the hell!"
The creature; whatever it was, removed the hood covering its face to reveal something ten times more disturbing.
It was hideous. The most noticeable feature of the monstrosity was that it lacked eyes of any kind. The sockets were blank, only two indents in the skin where its sight giving organ should be. Wrinkly leather skin gave it the appearance of an old man and when it raised its bare palm to Kagome she growled in earnest at seeing the missing oculars embedded in the center of its hand. Racking her brain for information on what she was facing up against, she naturally came up blank and without many options immediately abandoned the spell on her body, exposing her true form.
"Who are you!" she barked out, her body shaking with a mixture of anger and fear. It groaned in response, a rather long tongue falling out of its mouth, twitching in time with her heartbeat. Angry, Kagome rose her own hand and released a small ball of blue energy from her palm, the only offensive ability she knew she possessed. Letting out a loose scream when the being dodged her attack, she followed it with her eyes as it scurried along the roof of the well house, its pale green cloak trailing behind it.
The monster groaned again, its tongue appearing to grow in length, holding out its hand, the eye in its palm blinked a few times at its prey, shaking the demoness to the core. Once more it dove for her and once more she dodged, losing her balance and falling head first into the well behind her. Landing on her back Kagome let out a cry of pain, the impact knocking the wind out of her when she hit the ground. Through bleary eyes she could see the creature hanging from the ceiling, slowly lowering its tongue into the well like a rope. Instinct taking over, she fired three more balls of energy from the well in rapid succession, the first one barely scorching the tip of the beast's tongue while the other two missed, leaving gaping holes in the ceiling.
Hit, the horrible being jumped out of sight, the demoness barely making out the sounds of a door opening. Reality hit her like a ton of bricks, it was trying to escape, it was going outside!
Using the last of her strength, Kagome high jumped from the well's bottom, landing on the rim, ready to fight with the last of her waning spirit. She couldn't risk it getting out into the world, it would kill every human in its sight! The monster's silhouette was visible from where she stood, its features blocked out by the white light outside. Taking a fighting stance, the demoness waited for it to strike again, but relaxed slightly when she saw it had yet to move. She retook her position when it suddenly to a step forward and then, collapsed. Falling to the floor, the demon lay face down and unmoving, its cloak once more hiding it hideous form. Confused, Kagome examined it for a moment only to snap to attention when she noticed the new silhouette that had appeared in the doorway. It was a man from the looks of it, sputtering the demoness attempted to appear brave, and boldly called out, "Who are you?"
No response. Growling, Kagome repeated the phrase only to met once more with silence. Jumping down from the top of the well, the demoness narrowed her eyes dangerously at the new threat and took a cautionary step forward, hoping the intimidate the human who was standing before her. The odd person walked forward as well, surprising the woman when she was able to look at him fully.
He was quite handsome whoever he was. Short black hair that was styled to fit his features, and pale skin that was free of any marks or blemishes. What attracted Kagome the most, however, were his eyes which were a sharp gray hue, piercing the demoness right through the heart when he glanced at her. Looking at her for a moment and quickly losing interest, he turned his focus to the demon on the floor, kneeling beside it while he quietly examined its features.
"Okay, who are you?" Kagome asked, now thoroughly annoyed at his apathetic attitude. Glancing at the monster that attacked her, she could already smell the scent of death wafting off of it, whatever it was it was dead. "Hey, do you not hear me?"
"Tenome,"
Tilting her head in puzzlement, she rethought his word choice only to come up with no rational answer for why he said what he did. "Excuse me?"
"A bone sucking demon," he continued, his voice a deep baritone that would have been sexy if not for his attitude, "Any later and it would have torn the skeleton right from your body."
Her palm burned at the scar, making Kagome scratch at it subconsciously while she peered at the man in front of her. It wasn't until she finally looked at her undisguised hand that she realized she was standing there in her true form. Gasping in surprise, she made moves to replace the spell on her body when the man in front of her spoke again, "You have nothing to fear from me Kagome, I will keep your secret."
"What?" forgetting about her concealment she growled at him openly and asked suspiciously, "How do you know my name!"
Looking back at her with a bored expression he answered her cryptically, "Hn. I thought that much would be obvious."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Narrowing his eyes at her, Kagome was taken aback when he released a growl of his own, much deeper and effective than hers. "Watch your tongue in my presence woman." She barely registered his words, instead focusing on his roar. That….was the grumble of an alpha. But how?
Misreading her comprehending expression, he nodded in approval to her silence and pulling off his glasses showed her his uncovered eyes which flashed yellow for a moment before returning to their silver hue. "We have many things to discuss and the sooner the better, but first we need to dispose of this creature and…" he hesitated when he saw how pale Kagome had become in the last few seconds since he had growled at her. "Are you alright?" Watching as she suddenly hit the ground, he stood up for a minute in bewilderment only to sigh when he saw she had passed out from shock. Joining her at her side, he swept her hair away from her forehead and noted no signs of injury or illness was also accountable for her fainting spell. Noticing her upturned palm, he stared impassively at the pulsing red scar on the area, the skin around it rubbed raw from her scratching at it. Opening his own hand, he gently caressed the similar mark on his own inner paw, the mark angrily glowing red as though infected with bacteria. "We have much to talk about indeed," he sighed again and returned his glasses to his face, now he had more mess to clean up.