A little note: As seen on Dokuga! This story is written in a collection of snippets and drabbles. Despite this, I will be very descriptive - I like descriptive writing, even in drabbles.

Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with the creators or producers of Inuyasha. No profit is made from writing this.

Desire

Blue was locked to violet. Kagome's hands tightened into fists as her heart beat wildly in her chest. Her lips were dry, so she moistened them by sliding her tongue over. She scrunched her nose when she tasted dry blood. Her blue eyes shifted to the darkness that surrounded them, but she quickly returned her gaze to the figure before her.

The woman watched Kagome, amazed. Her scent was all over the place. The poor human girl. She was so confused, angry and hurt. Yet all those emotions were clouded by a powerful determination that radiated off her.

"I know what you want, Kagome," the woman hissed softly, "the desire burns within you so deeply it's slowly driving you insane, am I right?"

Kagome shifted uncomfortably on her feet. She looked down at her feet and sighed when she realized her shoes were covered in mud. She looked up, her eyes shining brightly, but the doubt was there, "Can you give it to me? What I want?"

"That depends. You want his love don't you? That half-demon who won't even look at you once?"

Kagome felt a pang to her heart as the demon woman before her said that. The words were deep, but true. Inuyasha never did look at her, not the way he did to Kikyo. Kagome nodded slowly.

The demon snickered, "So you come to find me, a snake, to help you?"

Kagome nodded again.

"I'm impressed. People don't usually trust me."

"They say you are the best at what you do - magic. Can you do it? Can you give Inuyasha and I eternal love?"

The woman smirked, then licked her lips with her snake-like tongue, "Can I do it? Now that is a very good question."

Kagome remained silent, but she lifted her head and stared into the woman's snake-like eyes very seriously. She inhaled deeply, then exhaled. The woman watched her, her head cocked to the side. Silence enveloped the clearing once more.

"And what will happen to the dead priestess?" the woman finally decided to ask.

"Nothing," Kagome whispered, "I will not carry her death on my hands."

The woman threw her head back in laughter. Her hands rested on her hips, her long nails dug deep into her flesh.

"Very well," the woman finally hissed, "my name is Hebiko and I shall grant your wish, Kagome. I shall grant it...on one condition."

Prompt: Yearn (400 words)