A/N: So, I decided to add this short author's note to state that this is my very first attempt at an Inuyasha fanfic. I've read them for years and finally decided to try my hand at it. I really hope you guys like my story and would love to hear your thoughts.
For miles and miles, she ran.
In her heart she knew that her efforts would be futile, that there would be no escaping it. Still, she had to try. The life of every human on the planet depended on her, this she knew. Though it didn't make the bitter pill any easier to swallow.
Legs pumping, she raced down the beaten road. Dodging cars and the worried yells of those she passed. They couldn't help her, no one could.
Hell, they couldn't even help themselves. Fear bloomed within her chest and slowly spread throughout the rest of her. She could hear his deep menacing laughter; it was like razor blades sliding across her soul.
He was gaining on her.
She knew at any time he could catch her, if he wanted. With only a flick of his wrist, she could be in his grasp. Yet, like a true predator he had decided to toy with his prey. Lead it into a false sense of security. Make her believe that she really stood a chance against him.
As she leaped over bushes and tried not to trip over rocks, the dim lights of the archeological dig sight came into view.
Just a little further, she told herself.
The blue eyed beauty rocketed towards the ladder that led down to the sight's entrance. Shards of ancient pottery and slivers of antiquated tools littered the area. Giving a glimpse of what ancient Mesopotamian life may have been like. Without hesitation, she leaped onto the ladder and climbed down into the massive hole that led to the uncovered ancient valley below.
She knew she had to end this where it had begun. As she raced through the pink clay city, past the statues of ancient Gods and Goddesses, and beautifully engraved temples, his laughter breached her ears and sent chills coursing through her already exhausted body.
Catching a passing glance of the cave that helped lead to this mess, she raced to its entrance.
After passing over its still enchanted threshold, she relaxed a little. The darkness of the cave didn't frighten her. Instead, the quietness of it allowed her mind to drift back to how this had all began.
Slowly, she used her fingertips to feel her way along its uneven walls. Feeling the hand chiseled indentations that would lead the way to the room below the grand statue of Anu, and where her hell had all begun.
Sighing tiredly, she begrudgingly accepted what she knew she had to do. Shaking her head, Kagome wished like hell things could have been different; that she would have listened to Nirah.
He had warned her, and yet she hadn't listened.
Instead, she became captivated by the ancient being. He was so powerful. So handsome. So utterly irresistible.
He had tempted her in ways she had never known a man could. Made her feel things she hadn't even read in the darkest most explicit erotica. However, he was no man and she had foolishly underestimated him and his intentions.
How she wished like hell she could take it all back now.
That she could've seen him for the monster he truly was and not the ethereal being she had thought him to be. Maybe if she had of, they would all still be alive.
A lone tear slid silently down her cheek at that last thought. She was determined to make this right, to right her wrong—she had to.
The narrow path that she had been following opened up and the small altar room came into view.
Dimly lit candles lined its delicately engraved walls, as the scent of myrrh permeated the air. Though no incense had been lit, the smell had become embedded in the walls from the years of Anu's past worshipers in the temple above. Looking around, Kagome took notice of the story the engravings told. Which was something that she had over looked the first time she had been there.
She had been so excited that it had simply slipped her mind at the time.
Now, she saw the horror etched on each face, as the scenes became more graphic along the walls. Souls leaving bodies as the etchings depicted twisted and tortured bodies littering the ground. The souls were all drifting in the same direction—to the same destination—her.
Well, not her, but to the wall behind her.
Slowly, the raven haired beauty turned around. Eyes scanning the entryway, she noticed that above it showed a detailed picture of the man she now feared. His feral grin making the hairs at the back of her neck stand on end, as his piercing citrine eyes bore into her soul.
And in his hand, he held the pearlescent gem that started it all.
Dropping to her knees, she began to cry. Memories flooded her mind, crystal clear as the day they happened. She couldn't stop them and found that she didn't really want to.
So, there she sat, on the altar room's unpolished and dusty stone floor, reminiscing about the events that led to this moment and awaiting her fate as he grew closer and closer to finding her.
It was supposed to have been the best summer ever and the opportunity of a lifetime.
Yet, as Kagome sat in the blistering Ankara sun, barely shielded by a thin tarp suspended above her by even thinner plastic poles, she was regretting her choice to help excavate the ancient citadel.
Though incentive had been that the trip and excavation had been fully funded by the university, and her mentor Dr. Azeem Al-Phrygia. Even her housing had been provided for her by Tokyo university's anthropology scholarship. Yet, as sweat beaded her brow and slid down her back, she found herself second guessing her choice.
Kagome had been offered two options; and at the time had thought that coming to Turkey would provide a life changing experience but now she wondered if digging through ancient ruins within Mount Olympus might have been the better, cooler, option.
Still, she sat with her tools and carefully brushed away the dirt and debris that had collected over the years, from the wall of an ancient temple.
Three days ago, they had discovered a whole other part of the citadel—below it. It was as if two totally different cities had been stacked on top of each other.
The one below being far older than the also olden one above.
Where the above citadel was made of golden stone and obviously Hittite, the one below it was made of some sort of pinkish clay. The massive valley contained Babylonian statues of Gods and Goddesses within colossal temples and rudimentary irrigation systems that ran in channels throughout the city. The place was absolutely breath taking and was older than the upper city by a couple thousand years—according to carbon-dating.
Kagome had been tasked to uncover the engravings that lined the walls of the farthest and largest temple of the God Anu and she had been diligently doing just that.
However, the stale air of the temple in the underground city had begun to affect her, so she found herself back at the base camp and sweating to death under the scorching tent in the sweltering unrelenting heat of the sun.
Taking a gulp of cool water from her canteen, she wiped her brow with the back of her hand and decided she was ready to go back down there.
The harsh heat and dry air greeted her the moment she left the tarp's slightly shaded and less than helpful cover.
Slowly, she ambled towards the ladder that led down into the city, clutching to her tools tightly.
Further ahead, Dr. Azeem and his Apprentice Hassan were digging near the far end of the temple of Anu when they heard a soft rumble. Confused they stopped and Hassan placed an ear against the base of the ancient statue, but neither heard anything else.
Thinking that they may have just been hearing things, they shrugged their shoulders and continued to work diligently where they had left off.
However, the soft sound came again—only this time the rumble gained in volume. The ground began to quake and crack all around them and as Kagome raced towards them to help, something began to push against the base of Anu.
It made the stone pucker and peak until it resembled a very large, very long, ant hill. Before anyone could react, what ever had been pushing against the stone broke free and hot rubble intermingled with scorching steam shot out from the peak.
Hassan had gotten caught with a direct hit to the face and chest. The seared flesh of his face and arms slid from his form to pool in bloody chunks at his feet. While the rocks had torn holes through his torso easily like dampened tissue to splatter in wet plops along the far end of the rock wall behind him.
Screams and shouting filled the air as everyone scrambled to tend to the wounded or dead. While others stuck around to investigate the area a little more. To see what may have caused the tragedy and how they could possibly prevent something like this from happening again.
Dr. Azeem had given them the okay as his wounds were treated from the back of an ambulance to proceed. So, Kagome and the others that chose to stay, headed back to the accident sight.
The sun had begun to crest over the horizon as night began to approach and the three anthropologist and future anthropologist Kagome, brought along flashlights and florescent glow strips to light their way.
Averting their gaze to the blood splatters that had now dried against the walls and littered the dirt path, they investigated the area. The base of Anu had concealed an entrance to a cave and upon further examination they discovered that the accident had been caused by a salt pressure build up.
Once they were sure of its safety, the four entered the cave and split up. The cave had many small tunnels and they wanted to know where they led. Taking a narrow path to her right, Kagome found herself inching slowly down the rocky trail.
Acting on impulse, her fingers glided across the cool wall of the cave. For balance or out of curiosity, she was unsure but what she did notice was engravings had been chiseled into the wall.
Taking her flashlight, she examined the etchings.
They were markers of some sort. From the ancient depictions she was able to figure out that they were directions and that she was headed the right way.
Fascination gave way to full fledged excitement as her mind wondered to what she would find at the end of the tunnel. So, she hurried her pace in anticipation and soon found herself in a dimly lit altar room.
It was small and smelled of myrrh. The walls were lined in gold disks, that reflected light off of one another from strategic cracks in the walls and cast the room in a dim golden glow. Unlit candles lay haphazardly on shelves and gemstones of all different origins sat in between them.
The room was beautiful and obviously had been abandoned. Maybe even in a hurry. Hundreds of scenarios and possibilities ran through Kagome's mind.
This room might explain what happened to this city and why it was buried beneath another citadel, she thought contemplatively.
Pulling her walkie talkie from her back pocket, she readied herself to tell the others of her findings. However, a pulsing light drew her attention. Putting her radio back in her pocket, she approached the pulsating light and found herself gasping.
It seemed as if every color in the rainbow reflected within its gleaming polished exterior. It was a gem unlike any she had ever seen. Roughly the size of her palm, it reminded her of a pearl only clearer and more reflective, almost like opal.
She found herself hypnotized by its beauty and pulsing light. Unbidden, she eased forward and ran delicate fingers along the gem before picking it up to inspect it further.
As the gem sat in her palm, a warm sensation began to tingle its way up her arm then down her spine. It brought with it pulsating prickles that inched their way down her stomach to settle in the depths of her womanly chasm.
Soon she began to feel warm all over—almost too warm, as the pulsing of her heart seemed to match the pulsing of the gem. Each beat grew stronger—deeper and more deliciously warm within her, taking her into total ecstasy. Caught in the sensations that had been bestowed upon her frame, she closed her eyes.
Step by step, she slowly walked backwards until her back hit the wall of the room. Tightly, her fingers wrapped around the gem as its pulsating rhythm grew deeper and quicker. Her whole being felt as if it were vibrating, every nerve ending alive and alert. Before she could stop it a moan fell from her lips.
Tighter, she squeezed her eyes shut as a choked gasp filled the small room, and the gem cracked.
Lazily, hazy smoke leaked out from its pearlescent depths and began to fill the altar room. All around the candles began to light one by one, and the smoke swirled slowly together until the shape of a man began to form.
His hazy form surrounded Kagome as he caged her in. Towering over her, his golden eyes peered down at her flushed face. Her eyes were shut tight, lips puckered in ecstasy, as she rode out her orgasm.
She looked absolutely delectable.
Citrine eyes flashing, his grin became feral as he watched her. Taking satisfaction that it was his magic that had caused her such pleasure, he decided to give her more.
She was already under his spell, so he would use the opportunity to test her limits. To see, how much pleasure she could take before it turned painful.
Leaning down, he whispered in her ear. "My, aren't you exquisite. A true beauty to behold. For releasing me, I too, shall grant you release. Over and over again. As much as your mortal body can take." Softly, he kissed her neck before turning into smoke once more.
And as Kagome bit her lip and gasped once more, he used her open mouth to slide down her throat like smoky vapor and seated himself within her throbbing core and deep within her dreams.
Her body began to rock as it slid up the wall of the altar room. Her unseeing eyes shot open and she found herself wreathing under a very tall, deviously handsome, silver haired man.
All around her the candles flickered and she could feel soft sheets caress her skin. Feel him— his thrusts were deep and deliberate and his kisses soft and warm. Above them the stars twinkled brightly as below them the ground rippled and shifted.
Faster and faster everything began to spin around her, as he drove deeper and deeper within her.
His eerie golden eyes never leaving hers.
Dizzily, she tried to grasp what was happening. Trying desperately to see past the pleasure. Yet, all she could manage to make out were his glowing amber eyes and sinful fanged grin. Neither of which looked entirely human on his handsome face.
Moan after wonderful moan, the buildup of her climax became too much. Throwing her head back, her orgasm wrecked its way through her body. Shattering everything around her like thinly made glass—it ripped through her almost painfully. The most bloodcurdling scream soon reached her ears and distantly she realized she knew that voice.
It was hers.
However, before she could process the thought much further, her world went black.
As her body limply hit the altar room floor, the candles went back out, one by one—as if they had never been lit in the first place. Like steam from freshly baked bread, the being that had brought her so much pleasure exited out of her body in a study stream of smoke from her slightly parted lips.
Chuckling darkly into the night as he once again returned to the gem and resumed his form within it pearly reflective center.