Bleeding Rose by The Safia-Ryu

Bleeding Rose

Summary: I am a vampire. I'm going to die by my mothers' hand. I don't know why, and I don't care. Deep down I've never cared, and never will again. I have been in this war for too long. And I don't know the outcome. Miranda or me? I need to know who will win. If I die, there will be no loss, if Miranda dies, so will I. I will die either way. But wait who is that and haven't I seen him before?

I have always known, even just a little part, that I was beautiful. With my cerulean eyes, sapphire, blue hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes. I have always known. But I was surprised when he had told me I was.

I remember the exact time, place, and date. It was the night before my fourteenth birthday. The night I had become a maiko (sp?) a year before. I was with my onee-san, Sayuri. I had kept the same name, even though it was tradition to change ones name when one became an apprentice geisha. She had said that my name was already perfect for me, and suited me well.

I was a timid child, even at that age. Everything was impressionable to me; I would sit by Sayuri, and her Danna, the Chairman. He was a kind-hearted man, and I believed he loved Sayuri, even though he was already married and had children.

I had also learned that since Sayuri was a child she had been in love with the Chairman. She had also become a victim of her genetics. She had been made fun of because of her eyes, as I was with my hair and eyes. Some believed that I was cursed, because of how I looked. But men never strayed, when I was with Sayuri.

I learned how to hold my head high and be proud of my features. She had also told me I was a sight to behold and when I was sad, would tell me repeatedly how beautiful I was. Sometimes the Chairman would tell me.

I was proud of my features by the time I had met with him. He had never told me his name, or I had never heard it in passing. I remember him walking in, remember the Chairman saying he was a new business owner and slightly cold hearted. But he was breathtakingly beautiful when he had walked through the door.

I had never seen someone as beautiful as the man in front of me. He had long black hair, going far past his waist, golden eyes that would turn to molten amber when he looked at me. Raven, black eyebrows, and incredibly long soot eyelashes, to match his pale face.

He was perfection in my eyes, and I knew from that moment on I wanted to be his, and only his. It didn't matter to me how many others he had had before me, but I wanted him and that was all that mattered. I remember how he bowed and looked straight at me. With that golden gaze of his. One time I could swear his eyes had turned red, but it disappeared before I could take notice again.

But there was one thing holding me back from him. I was a maiko he was a businessman. Soon though I would be a full-fledged Geisha. For two years I saw him non-stop. Everywhere I was, so was he. He would sit next to me, while I sat by Sayuri, and when we would both perform he would stare at me with hungry eyes.

I knew what he wanted from me, and I wanted it from him as well. Before Sayuri and I would leave, I would go outside and wait for her at the carriage, and he would come out of the shadows themselves and ask questions about myself, and I would him. Even though I either never knew his name or forgot it when I was changed.

At the tender age of fifteen, a year of knowing him, I knew I was in love. I wanted him and only him. When other men would observe me, I felt cheap and dirty, but when he would comment on me, I would blush and my heart would soar.

I remember our first kiss. I was waiting for Sayuri to come out, as always, and we were talking. He had gotten ever so closer to me, closer than he ever had before. He told me he thought me beautiful, and when it came time for the bidding on my, nonexistent, virginity, he would buy me.

I had started to cry and he had asked me why and I told him, before I came to the Okina (sp?) that I had been orphaned and I had been raped by my parents' murderer. He had held, me when I cried, unashamedly.

He told me he would make me forget what that monster had done to me, and then he kissed me. Feather-light touch of our lips, his whispered that he would be back tomorrow, and to wait for him outside as I always did. I nodded, then Sayuri had come out calling my name, I turned to her and smiled. My makeup not smudged, so she knew nothing of what had conspired.

It went on like that for several weeks. Light exchanges of kisses, as we talked under the same sakura tree. And in spring he would pick the falling blossoms from my hair, and whisper wonderful words in my ear. Like how I was as beautiful as the night. Twinkling in the moonlight, how the stars accentuated my features. And when I would pick out my kimono that I would wear, I would pick for him.

He loved my sapphire one that had red rose petals falling in different directions; he said it brought out my eyes and hair. He told me on that night how he loved my eyes. He told me that I myself symbolized water. I had blushed and looked away from his heated glare.

He was so tender with me. He gently took my chin in his big palm, and gently pressed his lips against mine. It was a crime against Geisha to have a man that wasn't paying, but I didn't care. I loved him. I wanted him to take me every night, whispering his sweet words into my ear as he made love to me.

We all knew how to pleasure a man. At night the older geisha would talk amongst each other telling one another how this man was and how that man was.

How this man liked it rough, how that man liked it nice and slow, how the some other man liked it in different positions, and how another liked to use the same one. How some liked it both ways. How some men liked it when they played with them. How some were impatient and wanted sex first; then teasing later.

It was always a topic that was always being talked about. So we all knew which man liked this or that. We knew how the doctor liked them young. We knew that the businessman up the street liked it rough, and in different positions. We knew all that at the tender age of ten through twelve.

I wanted him to be pleased by me. I wouldn't mind anything he would have wanted me to do. I wouldn't mind different positions, or if he was a rough lover, or if he liked to be teased or if he didn't like to be teased. I didn't care as long as he was doing it.

That night our feather-light kisses turned heated and before I knew it I was backed up against the sakura tree, and his hands had started to wander. I loved his raw passion; I loved the way, after he'd kiss me senseless, how he would attack my neck. Giving it tiny little bites, and kisses. Soothing the bites with his tongue.

I remember one night how we had both almost lost control, it was the night before my bidding, and somehow his hands had managed to get under my many layers of kimono, feeling the plump flesh of my breasts. He had been surprised at how big they actually were. Since they were taped so I could get into my kimono. Somehow he had gotten through the tape too. I was trapped between the tree and his formidably body.

My hands had clutched his clothing, and a strangled moan had come from my lips. Suddenly, he stopped, straightened me up, apologized, and helped me with my makeup, I had started bringing some with me, so no one would know. I told him I hadn't minded that he had taken advantage of me. He smiled gave me a soft kiss and then left.

It was funny really, how when he left, the moment he would disappear from my sight, Sayuri, and the Chairman would come out, have a kiss then go their separate ways. Sayuri had almost caught us once, if my memory serves me right.

I had come out of a teahouse a little early, wanting to leave Sayuri and the Chairman in there to have some alone time for themselves. A businessman who had left a little bit after, my lover had left. I had started calling him my lover in my journal, because that's exactly how I pictured him. The man, essentially, attacked me.

I remember my lover coming out and punching him, kicking him, beating him, as I wept in fear. And when he was finished my lover had held me tightly to his chest. He was wiping my tears when Sayuri and the Chairman had come out, demanding to know what happened. My lover had told them, how he was coming back for a drink and that he saw the man attack me. They thanked him for saving me; that night was the only night I did not spend with him.

Sayuri had asked why I had not yelled out in help, and I told her I didn't wish to disturb her when she was with the Chairman. That was the only time she raised her hand to me. She told me that I was more important than her time alone with the Chairman. She told me if it were to happen again to call, regardless.

It happened many times, but I never called her. I believed that their love came before me. Besides my lover would always take care of me. He would become livid when other men looked my way in the teahouses, or on the street or anywhere. He would always touch me in some way to signal that I was his.

Sayuri took notice of it. And confronted him on it. He had ignored her and walked away, the first time. I noticed how he was cold to everyone other than me. When she confronted him a second time he didn't deny it, and had replied that he would be the one to take my virginity and how he was to be my Danna.

That night I was told to never go near him again. Like a good student I said yes. I left that night, not knowing where my lover lived, but I didn't care, as long as I could reach him. I was departing to find to him, to let him take me until he was content. Then all the sudden, I was taken by two creatures I thought could never exist. I fought them, as hard as I could. Pulled their hair, bit at them, clawed them.

They brought me to her, first, my mother, Miranda. Since I was fighting for my life, both winning and losing. She changed me after I killed both of those underlings. For I knew I held power within my petite body. I killed them with one touch of my hand. They burst into flame, and Miranda watched as they screeched for her, begged her to put it out. Miranda turned to me, a smile appearing on her face, fangs poking through. I was dying as it was and wished my lover was there to save me.

First she sucked me dry, and then opened a wound in her chest, through her foreign dress, and I drank her blood, forever becoming bound to her. I hated her for it. But I was now her daughter. My life forever in her hands. I am her slave. I am a vampire, her vampire. It's been three thousand years since then.

She's going to kill me for whatever reason. The others say it's because I'm stronger than her. I don't care; deep down I don't think I ever have. Not since I had been changed. I don't find pleasure in anything. I became cold and hateful, spiteful. The only one I respect is my mother.

We have been at war for hundreds of years. The mortals, going against us mythical beings. Not only that, but the prince of vampires is looking for a mate. A strong female as I believe I've heard. I've also heard that my mother has been in love with the Prince since she first saw him. I had heard he was beautiful, but I've never seen him. He's probably not as beautiful as the man I once called my lover.

No one can surpass my lovers' beauty. I still believe that, and I'm still in love with that man. I looked for him everywhere after I was changed, and I never found him again.

Well actually I was to be killed, I'm now my mothers' bodyguard. After I killed six mortals, saving her from them. She made me her bodyguard and trusts only me with the mortals she has trapped in a camp a mile away. I'm in charge of them, until she's ready to turn them.

They have completely forgotten the war, and are at out mercy. I watch over them, making sure none escape. Even the adults cannot fight against me. I may be small, but I have power and strength. If I can bench press a semi, there's no way in hell that they can get away from me.

We have wiped their minds, so they think they're at a summer camp and I'm being forced to change into a thirteen-year-old telling stories of how I was a delinquent. Because Miranda doesn't want just any child, no she wants one that's done drugs, beaten eight people with a crowbar, and has shot more than five people. The more fight they bring when they're about to die the more powerful they will be.

So I get to pretend day in and day out how I'm a delinquent. I have to become their friends, know them inside and out and report what I have found out about each and every one of them. Which all I have to do is enter their minds when they're asleep.

Now we're training them. So when Miranda changes them, they'll be ready to be brought to the front line of the war. I'm getting ready for my reappearance back at the camp. While my mother sleeps, I'll be training these mindless delinquents.

And I have just been informed that the prince of vampires will be here by the evening twilight. I head past Sarah, one of the only people I call my friends, she is also part of Miranda's guard.

There are seven other than me. Miroku, Sango, Sarah, Will, Rachel, John, and Richie, or Richard. I like to tease him and call him Richie, and I'm the only one he allows to do it too. I'm head of all of them.

They are the only ones I call my friends. And I would kill anyone who sought to take them from me. They are the only ones, other than Miranda, that know my past. Sango and Miroku both know my pain.

Sango's and Miroku are far older than I. Both come from the Sengoku Jidai. Sango was a taijiya, and Miroku was a perverted monk. I call him Houshi for laughs.

Sango's entire clan was wiped out, and Miroku died of a curse. They have found love in death. Sango gets very territorial when it comes to him, but she loves him anyway. Rachel, who swings both ways, is still trying to get me to sleep with her. My answer will always be no. Sarah has no interest in me, other than to be my friend. Thank Kami.

John, Will and Richie are like brothers to me. Even if Richie wants to fuck me, whom I still say no too. I will never think of Richard in a sexual way, it grosses me out.

They have all asked me to dance for them, but I am forbidden too. Miranda is the only one I'm ever suppose to dance for. I told them that. But they are relentless. It has been so long since she's asked me to dance. Not since Miranda and I visited Jean-Claude. Which was in the 1990's. Back when there wasn't a war.

Miranda and Jean-Claude had been friends back when he was Belle-Morte's. (I hope that's right) We were just passing through when Miranda announced that we would stay there for the night. It was also the anniversary of when I was changed and forever taken away from my lover. So I was not in a good mood.

Jean-Claude was sitting in his office at Guilty Pleasures, when we were escorted in. His human servant, Anita, I believe her name was, looked at me and I could swear her eyes held surprise. Jean-Claude had looked at me and then back at Miranda. Asking who I was.

She replied that I was her daughter, and that I was to be untouched by anyone. Jean-Claude had said of course. He said he would have a room and two coffins' ready for us under the Circus of the Damned.

I was silent through it all. Taking Miranda's coat when she was hot, and bowing when I was introduced. The perfect slave. I was told to stay with Asher, and Anita as well as the werewolf, Richard, who doesn't look a thing like my Richie.

He offered me a seat I declined. My hair was bothering me, so I took it down since Miranda was not in the room. My hair and eye color stayed the same after I was changed, usually they changed, but I'm not like the others.

They goggled at the color of my hair. Watched as I ran my fingers through it. My hair went past my height, it trails when I walk, if it's not up. I remember running my hands through it, getting the tangles out. I was asked how I dyed my hair that color. I smiled flashing my fangs and turned to the one that asked, who was Anita.

I told her it was my natural hair color, and have had it since the day I was born. She didn't believe me. I could feel Miranda and Jean-Claude heading back so I put it back up as fast as I could. Miranda walked up to me and told me to go and get my kimono on, I was performing for her before she went to bed. I said of course.

Before I left she had taken the chopsticks, I used to hold my hair up, out and then sent me on my way, my hair trailing along behind me. I remember hearing Jean-Claude asking Miranda how she came about me, and her replying that she had, had her eye on me since she first saw me. She told them I was Japanese and how she took me from my world as a geisha, into her world.

The world of bloodsuckers, werewolves, and faeries. Mythological creatures. I was sitting down in a chair parallel towards the coffin she was borrowing. I remember her walking in, looking at me with her chocolate eyes, demanding me to dance and sing. I bowed before I started.

She watched my every move. The way I lifted my fan to cover half of my face. The way my body would arch to the music only her and I could hear. The way I twirled, and spun. The way I sang about cutting through the night with my sharpened nails, how rain became droplets of blood that I drink, because I have nowhere else to go, how I will kill, as I take you to a forest where cicada's cry, how there is no turning back. The way she would watch as my eyes turned from cerulean to sapphire, as the speed of my dance increased.

We both knew we were being spied on, but Miranda was in a giving mood that night. As she slept, I took up guard. Jean-Claude and the others had come in, complementing me on my dance, but it all went through me. They asked where I had learned to dance like that. I told them that I had been a geisha before I was changed.

They asked me what that was; I merely replied whatever you think it is. Except another werewolf, by the name of Jason. He said I was a Japanese whore. I laughed at that one. I had been called many things, but never a whore. No I had replied. I was once an artist, soon to become the daughter of my Okina.

I was worth so much money then. Now I'm worth nothing. Miranda would not pay a dime for me if I got captured and was asked for a ransom, she would tell them to kill me. For I know how much my mother hates me.

They asked if I would dance again. I told them no. My cold, sapphire eyes piercing each and every one. That was when the rest of our entourage came. Sango, Sarah, and Rachel wrapping their arms around my waist. Richie, Will, John, and Miroku behind us. I told them to watch Mother. They bowed and did as I asked. Sango, Sarah, and Rachel still hanging off me. Rachel touching my ass.

"Rachel if you don't get that hand off my ass, I'm kicking yours." She merely laughed and tightened her grip.

"Sorry Ka-Chan I haven't seen you in a year let me have a little fun. Onegai?" was her response.

"Hey if Rae gets a feel I want one too!" I hear Richie yell. Mind you this is in front of Jean-Claude and his band. "Only I call the breasts!" he said as he cupped them from behind me. Sango and Sarah backing away because they saw my eyebrow twitch and my eyes darken to a midnight blue.

"Oh hell no! It's one thing for her to do it! But you!" I had grabbed him shoved him against a wall held a dagger at his crotch and my nails lengthening to clutch at his neck. "The next time you decide to get frisky, I'm cutting your dick off, Richie." I hissed no one had dared to touch my breasts since my lover had, and I had let no one touch them. I kneed him and watched with a smile of satisfaction as he kneeled on the ground holding himself.

That was until I felt another male hand grab my ass. "Goddamn it Miroku! Sango control him! Before I kill him!"

"I'm sorry Kagome, but I couldn't resist." While Sango held me back, as Miroku had an innocent smile on and holding his hands up in a peace gesture. I wanted to hit him just for that.

"Know this, Houshi, I know where you live and I know exactly how to torture you." I hissed, and Miroku's eyes widened.

"You wouldn't dare." He whispered.

I smiled fangs flashing, "You know I would." Was my answer.

"Ka-Chan the moon is still out why don't you go out for awhile." At least Sango and Sarah understood, stupid males I thought. When I stepped into the shadows and disappeared, I heard neat trick, and why'd she get so mad?

I stayed I wanted to know what they were going to say. "Tonight is the anniversary of when Kagome was changed. You see when Kagome was only sixteen when she was changed, and she was in love with a young businessman. She was going to see him when two vampires ambushed her. She ended up killing them, but almost died, until Miranda came and saved her, even if it was against her will. That's also why she hates Miranda. She never saw the man she was in love with again." Sango explained. I felt eternally grateful to Sango for she did not tell the whole story. And I was very thankful for that.

"What happened?" before Sango could open her mouth Miranda had replied. "She went looking for him, and never found him. I doubt he would have loved her then. Doesn't matter he's long dead now." Miranda always knew where to hit me, always knew my weakness. Would always know my weakness.

It had been so long since I had been sad enough to cry. That night I remember crying until the sun had come up and was setting once again. The sun didn't affect me, nor did it the others, and that's exactly how Sango had found me. In a tree looking at the sun, tears trailing down my face. She gave me her shoulder and I cried even harder. Sarah and everyone else watching, with the exclusion of Miranda, including Jean-Claude's entourage and him. As Sango patted my hair soothing my inner soul that I had buried under my hard exterior.

I whispered, "I hate her," over and over in Japanese while I cried. That was the last time I cried. The last time I showed any emotion, towards others with the exception of the seven guards. My friends. They know how badly she hurt me that day. They saw how she had ripped my heart out and squashed it with her long piano fingers, and her equally long nails digging into the muscle. Forever sealing my fate.

"Kagome!" I snapped out of my reverie, looking at the camp councilor, with cold eyes. "I asked you a question!" he yelled at me.

"What was it, I missed it." I commented as the children around me laughed.

"What was your past like, did it make you become the person you are today?" I was caught off guard with the question. I felt another presence. Close by. Here. It was strong, ominous. Its power crawled up my skin, sunk through these childish clothes.

I spoke without judgment, the skin prickling power perplexing me. "I was raped when I was a child." I almost smacked my head, almost. Damn. That presence screwed me up. I'll pay it back later. "Did it lead you to kill those people?" the councilor asked.

"No."

"What did?" he pried.

Again that presence crawled all over me, my eyes shown midnight, and I almost growled, again I spoke without thinking. "My hatred for my mother." That time I stood up and searched, with my eyes looking, seeking for that damning presence. "Well its time to go inside. Time to settle into bed." A smile crept onto my lips, just you wait, you're my new prey. Whoever held that presence was going to be mine. That's a promise.

I waited until they all had gone to sleep before I snuck out. Morphing myself into who I really was. My long sapphire hair going far past my waist, fangs poking out behind my lips as I smile. "I'm coming for you. My prey." I whispered to the night. Inhaling his scent, noting the male must. I had smelled it before, but where?

"You don't have too, I'm already here." I froze. I knew that voice. That silk covered baritone that held me in place so long ago. I turned around swiftly. It was him, but it wasn't.

The male held my lovers face, but his hair was silver instead of raven black. But his eyes were the same. "Who knew you were here, Kagome. If I had known I would have come here when I was searching for you."

"Who are you?!" thinking of my psyche playing tricks on me.

"You know exactly who I am. Your once lover." His monotone voice, sent shivers down my spine, as they had so many years ago. "If only I had known that Miranda was the one to take you form my grasp. I would have killed her long ago, and taken you back. My sweet Sakura." My eyes widened, that's what my lover used to call me. His sweet Sakura.

"No. I don't believe it! I cannot! You are dead!"

"I assure you I'm as alive as you are. Who knew sweet, innocent, Kagome would run from the Okina and try to get to my arms, only to be stripped of her humanity. Sweet Sakura," he bent down his voice tickling my ear, "You have always been my prey." He whispered into my ear, my eyes widening, shivers running down my spine, and then I hear, "Kagome!" I turn to Miranda, and I hear him growl from behind me.

"Hai... yes." I say as I meet her eyes. "What are you doing here, and with the Prince!" she yelled, I opened my mouth, but before I have the chance to say anything, he speaks.

"Miranda, if I had known you had changed her I would have killed you long ago." Gasps came from all sides of me. Richie, Sarah, Sango, Miroku, Rachel, John, and Will staring at her then back at me, then towards him.

"I have no idea what you speak of, Sesshoumaru." She snapped, and the back of his hand met her face. My eyes widened. "You know exactly what I speak of! You took her from me! You took her the night I was going to make her mine!" more gasps, and Sango took me out of the crossfire since I had been frozen to the spot.

"You took the woman I had my scent all over. Tell her why you really had those two subordinates attack her. Or shall I?" he asked golden eyes flashing red, I gasped, backing into Sango. My eyes fearful, not of him, but because of what I had caused.

"Sango, it's him, it's him." I heard myself whisper, Sango and the rest gasped. Miranda had just committed the biggest crime amongst us. And it was all because of me.

"I still don't know of what you speak of my Lord, when I found the girl, almost dead, and still fighting off two of us. She didn't have a scent mark." Miranda replied innocently.

He barked with laughter, I strengthened my hold on Sango. I knew that laugh was trouble; I had heard it when he was beating the man who tried to rape me. "Kagome? Kagome? Is everything all right." I shook my head, closed my eyes as tears fought to surface.

"What is it, Kagome?" I heard Sarah ask softly. I turned to her my eyes opening to reveal my weakness, but I still fought to keep them at bay, trying so hard not to let them fall. "Kagome?" she asked once more.

"Miranda is going to die." My voice betraying what I felt. "And were all going to feel it. The weak ones will die." I told them all, Sango looked at me, then at Miroku. Miroku was the only one who had the guts to ask.

"How do you know that?" he questioned.

"I know that laugh, he laughed like that when he was with me once, back when I was a maiko. A man tried to rape me, and he beat him, and laughed that same laugh while beating the monster." I answered, watching him laugh, while shivering. Knowing that Miranda would die any second now.

"Jealousy is a frightful thing, isn't it Miranda?" he questioned, after his laugh, circling her, like a vulture circles its' prey.

"What? Jealous, me, never?" Miranda denied. I cringed, turning my face away. I heard her shriek and heard the resonant sound of flesh meeting flesh. He had slapped her, harder this time.

"You knew I was going to take her as mine, Miranda, why do you feint? When we both know why you took her from me." Miranda's mouth was now a fine line, and I cringed.

"You were jealous that a mere human, had caught my sight, when you could not. You were jealous that I had defended her and waited until the opportune moment to change her. You knew that she was going to be my bride, and you couldn't stand it. Could you?" then all the sudden I heard another slap, and my eyes widened, she had not?!

She had. She had smacked him right across his pristine face. Her eyes now black, as a raven's wing. A smile crossed his features as she tried to do it again, but he caught her hand. His other hand curling around her neck, I watched in fear at what he did next made me cringe.

He shoved her against the limestone wall; a vociferous crack was heard as her ribs and some of her spinal column broke. "Tell her!" the prince was fed up with Miranda's games, and so was I.

"It's true." We hear her whisper, some gasp, but deep down I knew that she had always had a reason for changing me when she had. Sango, in her daze, dropped her grip on me. And I strode forward, towards Miranda's mangled body.

Sango had tried to stop me, but I wrenched myself out of her grip. "Kagome!" I heard her call, but I paid no mind to it. I walked right up to them, wormed my way in-between their two bodies.

I heard Sesshoumaru growl, but didn't pay any consideration. I brought my hand up and backhanded Miranda. For the pain she caused me over the years, all the bullshit I had put up with. Everything. "Rot in hell, you spiteful bitch!" I could feel the cold salty tears running down my face.

I felt a strong arm wrap around my torso, I hear his whispered words, they only made more tears spill form my eyes. "Kagome." He never has liked to repeat himself.

"Don't kill her." I answer. I see his eyebrow arch in curiosity.

"I must, she broke the law." He replied. I closed my eyes thinking of a way, any way, but it was useless. Miranda had committed a crime no one else would ever have done. Especially when it was his scent. The Princes' scent. Then an idea occurred to me.

"Fine. You may kill her tomorrow, that is my wish." At the answer I heard everyone gasp, except Sesshoumaru. He smiled.

"Then you sanction?" I hear him ask.

"Hai, but as long as you kill her tomorrow." I see his eyes light up with fire, his passion mounting.

"If that is your wish, my mate." His long clawed fingers soothing away my tears. Leaning down to catch one on his tongue. I stood frozen. I would become his tonight. And there would be no turning back.

All the sudden I was in his arms, looking straight into his face. I realized my position, but I didn't fight it. He was holding me as one would hold a bride; well concerning the circumstances I had just approved our union. I had just told him I would be forever his. To save the one person I hated.

He swiftly walked past the others, towards the room we had been preparing for him, up at the castle that Miranda lived in. Well, had, lived in. He patted up the stairs all the while holding me, gracefully sauntering up the millions of steps. Steps I, also, hated.

I hated this castle, and have since I was first brought here. I got the room next to Miranda, so, when she did have sexual activities, I would hear. And she knew how that made me feel. I remember, when Richie had first taken notice of me, how he asked me out to dinner, and I declined.

I remember how he would ask every night, until Miranda took notice that I was getting attention by another guard. No she wouldn't have that, so the next night she offered herself, and they could never deny her. Richie had smiled toothily and accepted her offer like all the others.

That night I had heard her shrills of pleasure, and Richie's grunts, growls, and moans. I couldn't look at him for years until he confronted me on it. Yelling why I hadn't spoken to him, why I hadn't even looked at him. I replied that he was a whore and to never speak to me again.

He had given me this confused look, then dawning, then asked if it was my room beside Miranda's I had answered yes. And he started to yell at himself. Growling out at how could he have been so stupid, then asking me to forgive him. He gave me flowers, candy, jewelry and promised he would never sleep with Miranda again.

When Miranda had seen my gifts, she immediately went to Richie and asked again, he denied her. That's when I knew I could trust him again. "Kagome." He spoke so softly to me, as I came back from inside my memory.

I looked up into his serious face, and then looked around. I saw that we were at the room we prepared for him. I climbed out of his embrace, and opened the door, bowing respectively. Instead of walking in, he swooped me into his arms again. Closing the door behind us.

He put my feet on the ground, gently, and sat upon the bed staring at me with eyes clouded with passion. "I want you to dance for me." He whispered as he drew me close, tangling his hand in my hair, nibbling on my ear, then tracing the shell with his tongue. He draws back, with my chopsticks that I used to keep my hair up. Suddenly I noticed my hair was down.

"Hai..." a breathless whisper escaping my throat, not recognizing my own voice.

"Wait, I haven't finished my request." What else could he want? "I want you to dance for me, bare to my eyes." A blush stole over my features.

"N-nani?" he couldn't possible mean....

"Yes, now undress." I'm sure I looked mortified, because I could feel the heat coming off my cheeks. "Now, now, don't be shy, I have seen you with clothes, but never without." I didn't move, I couldn't, thinking again that I had imagined him requesting I dance for him naked!

All the sudden I was below him on the bed, his smirking face above me. "Or shall I?" he asked fingering the ties of my corset. I had long ago abandoned my kimono, for a more western style. A more voluptuous style. A sapphire corset, with either a skirt or leather pants, matching of course, tonight I was thankful I was wearing the pants.

Abruptly I feel his lips on mine, and the passion that was once there, came back with a vengeance. His tongue demanding entrance, fangs bruising my lower lip, I open for him, and he's immediately sweeping through my mouth. I feel his tongue play with my palette, then feeling my fangs, he nicks his tongue on one.

The taste of his power and blood filled my mouth I had lost my obedience once the taste flooded inside. He tried to pull away, but my hands went to the side of his head, holding his bleeding tongue inside. I started to suck on it, taking as much blood as I could.

He growled, but I held him, wanting all of the sweet essence for myself. He finally stilled, letting me feast off him. I realized that I hadn't fed for a few days. That's why I wanted to consume it all. I pulled back after the bleeding stopped, and the wound closed.

"Gomen ne, I haven't fed in a few nights." A devious smile crossed his features. "I will always let you feast upon me. As long as I may feast upon you." His hand grabbing my breast harshly; digging his claws into fabric and skin. I arched up, my body meeting his, he hissed and tightened his hold on my tender flesh.

I moaned, my own claws coming out, shredding his imperialistic clothes. Silk. I realized that these clothes were not only old, but were finely made. He looked like a lord from the Sengoku Jidai, the time when youkai rampaged the earth.

Rapidly I found my self being brought against his chest, as he undid the ties, getting fed up I heard the ripping of the fabric and feeling the cold air on my skin. I was left in nothing but my pants, and my lace bra. He quickly took care of that as well. Leaving me wearing nothing but my pants.

His mouth attacked mine again, as his hands went to work on my upper body. His claws trailed from my abdomen to my breasts, stopping to pay respect to the mounds, and their sensitivity.

He pinched the tips, making me moan into his mouth, growling he pulled at them, and I groaned. His mouth left mine, and he started tailing down. His lips at my throat, fangs nibbling the skin, and my body responded. The buds of my breast hardened, and I felt myself getting wet, as a knot formed in the pit of my stomach.

He growled, nostrils flaring taking in my aroused scent, suddenly his lips were on my breasts, sucking, biting, teasing, and pulling at the buds with his teeth. My nails digging further into his clothes, and that's when I decided they had to go.

I feel silk rip as I slide my claws through the fabric, feeling his muscled back. He doesn't take notice of what I'm doing; too busy in the flesh he had been denied of. "Mine," was whispered across the skin of my stomach, as he tasted more of my flesh.

I growled when his tongue started playing with my belly button. His clothes fell, yet he took no notice and kept feasting upon my skin. That was until they got in the way. He growled and I moaned at the loss of body heat, he straightened and pulled the mangled fabric off.

I wanted his heat back, so I raised my body to meet his. My breasts pressing against his chiseled chest, his claws against my back, digging into the flesh, making me bleed. At the scent, his eyes turned red and I found myself stomach first on the bed.

His tongue darting to taste the blood, instead a numbing feeling came with every flick of his tongue, heat exploding with every lapse of the muscle across my skin. Soon he stopped, and his arms were around my waist, undoing the button and zipper of my pants.

Pulling them down, to see me in matching lacey boy shorts, another smirk gracing his lips, as he ran his claws up the sides. I watched as they fell away leaving me exposed. His claws tracing the bone of my hip, trailing further downward, not touching my sex yet.

His claws delicately sliding down the skin of my thighs, and then back up again. My arms went around his neck, his chest against my back, suddenly I felt him at my sex running a finger through the lips. I arched outward, away from his body, heaving; trying to get oxygen into my dry lungs.

I feel him bend down a little, tongue tracing the shell of my ear before he breathes in it saying, "My, my already wet are we." The knot in my stomach tightened, raising the flames of my passion.

He ran his claws through the lips again, then inserted a finger, my hand tangled intro his hair, pulling the silky threads as his finger delved deeper. I groaned as he added another finger, and started going at a faster pace. I tried keeping up with him, and finally did.

I could feel his other claws digging into my waist as he tried to keep me from moving too much. "Kami." I hear him moan as I tighten around his fingers, I feel a wonderful build up, waiting for him to bring me to the peak.

And just when I was about to go over the edge he withdrew. I wrung myself in and out his embrace, trying to get his hand back to where it had been, so I could be in bliss. Then I found my self on my back, him above me, my eyes a midnight blue, glazed over in anger and passion.

I gasped as I felt his sex at my entrance and his fangs at the junction between my neck and collarbone. With one swift thrust I feel him fill me with his wide girth, and his fangs sinking into my flesh, as mine did him.

Power flooded into me as he increased his thrusts, and our blood mixed. I tilted my hips up to better accommodate him. After the wound in my shoulder healed he went to pay attention to my breasts again. This time biting into the flesh, taking my blood, so I cut him across the chest and went to lap at the wound.

"Tell me what you want, my sweet Sakura." He whispered teasing my ear again. I growled, "Do you wish slow? Or fast?" I bit deeper into the wound that I had made. He growled trying to pry me off his wound.

My hands went to his shoulders, trying to stop him from taking me away from his power, from his blood. I had been following his thrusts, so when he stopped I kept going, wanting more of him. "Answer me, Kagome, and I'll give you what you desire." His demanding voice booming through my lust hazed mind.

"Faster," I told him, my voice husky and making shivers run through him. He went faster then I could ever have gone or imagined. He tilted my hips up as he thrust faster, and harder into me.

My nails dug into his chest, I made whimpers and writhed beneath him, trying desperately to reach my peak. I felt it building up again, I was tightening around him, and he was thrusting in and out as hard as he could, finally I was thrown over the brink, white blinding my vision.

I felt him thrust twice more and then he came to his end. I felt his seed spill from within me, I almost cried. I felt his power raging inside of me. It was a mix of vampire and something else, but what?

"What are you?" I asked tiredly not really wanting to speak, but to fall asleep in his arms. He laid his head atop my breast and I ran my fingers through his hair. Watching the silver strands slip through my clawless fingers.

"A hybrid, you could say. I was a youkai when I was changed, actually a taiyoukai. I ruled over the Western lands. I was caught in a major battle and was dying after I killed my enemy's. The King of Vampires came along and just as Miranda had changed you against your will, so had he."

"Gomen ne sai. Matte, were you mated to someone then?"

"Iie. I was a loner, and I hated humans."

"And look at you now."

"You're no longer human, Kagome, but if I was still youkai then, I would have made you mine. It's an honorable thing what you're trying to do for Miranda, even though you hate her, you don't want her to die."

"Sesshoumaru?" I started until he smiled down at me, kissing my forehead.

"I want you to know that I killed the man who raped you as a child. I was coming back from a hunt, and there you were crying, begging for him to stop. I saw you're beautiful eyes and I was instantly caught, then I smelled his release and you're tears and it made me hate humans even more, youkai would never do such a thing to children, or women. Then I found you again when you were older. You have no idea what it was like for me when I was with you all those times. I wanted you, each and every night. At first I tried to stay away, but I couldn't. Everywhere I went you were there. It drove me mad. You're eyes haunted me when I tried to sleep. I hated it, I hated that you had such control over me. Then I talked with you, and my obsession grew, and I waited, and waited, then you were taken and I searched all over for you, I had missed your companionship. I finally gave up on my search years ago, and then suddenly the King ordered me that I needed to mate, that it was time that I reign, but I wanted you. I did it grudgingly looking for the perfect woman, human or vampire. And then there you were as clear as you had been years ago. I was furious with Miranda for taking you away. She deserves what will come tomorrow, because there is no way she can escape."

I was frozen not expecting the speech, this was a male who never really liked to talk. "I loved you, even after so long, I searched desperately, looking all over the city for you. I cried so much after I couldn't find you. Then Miranda would tell me how you wouldn't take me now, that I was not the same innocent maiko that I had been. I hated her for the longest time, and to know that I was attracted to the same person she was I couldn't believe it. Then you explained everything, and I wanted to make her pay. But I could never truly forget my love of you, so in spite of her I never took anyone to my bed. And now look, I get the one person I have always wished for."

He switched our positions, so I was on top of him, our legs intertwined as we fell asleep. I remember waking up from his embrace, waking before he did, gasping at what I had done to him the night before. If I had done that, then I must be covered in gashes, "Don't worry, my saliva has healing abilities, it comes with being youkai." He said suddenly.

"I thought you were asleep?" he had scared me when he spoke.

"I was, you woke me up when you gasped." My eyes widened.

"Opps. Gomen." Suddenly my curiosity spiked, "What type of youkai were you?" he raised an eyebrow, "Inu." He answered looking at me strangely. "Well you need more sleep, and I know you probably don't want to see Miranda die, so why don't you stay here, I'll even send your friends in, if you wish." getting

"Just the girls, Sesshy." His eyebrow went up, then out of the blue, he kissed me. "Only you are ever allowed to call me that. And only when we are alone." He picked me up, and then set me back down on the bed, standing up and looking for his pants. That was when I got full on shot of all of him. I know I'm blushing, but how the hell did he fit all of that inside of me?!

"Wondering about something, Koishii?" oh gods, is he? He isn't!? Oh but he is, he has his hand wrapped around himself and my blush darkened. "N-nope, nothing at all." I replied as steadily as I could.

"You sure?" his voice silky and husky, my blush darkened as he practically almost crawled on me again. I saw him lick his lips, and I didn't have to read his mind to know what he was thinking. Then I felt it brush against my leg. I eeped and backed away from him. He laughed, he was enjoying torturing me, I'll show him! I made sure I was on all fours and crawled to him, extra sexily.

A fang poked through his lips and his eyes darkened in lust. A smile rose on my lips as he watched my every movement, when I got him to sit on the bed as I got up and retrieved his pants. I set the pants on the side of him and ran my hand along his member. And he froze, his eyes darkening further.

I wrapped my hand around him, and dug my blunt, as of now, nails into him. He growled and pulled me up, and set me on the edge of the bed. He kissed me hard and passionate, "After I kill Miranda, I'm kicking your friends out and fucking you all over again." He growled into my ear, then grabbed the pants and put them on. Leaving the room without a shirt on.

After a few moments I heard running and holy shit did you see the cut on his chest! Then three girls came rushing in. "Oh my God Kagome, you fucked him raw! I saw the marks on him! Don't deny!" Rachel yelled as she entered the room, "Damn if I knew you were a rough lover I would have forced you to have sex with me. I wonder, how big is he, Kagome?" my cheeks flamed right up again, and Sango, Sarah and Rachel started at me. "That big huh?" Sarah asked, and I buried my head in my hands, groaning.

"Stop teasing her, you two!" Sango, my saving grace! She winked at me and I smiled, thank Kami I have someone like Sango to help me. "But I have to know, what the hell did you do to his chest?" I wanted to kill them all.

Fine they wanted it that way, "He was torturing me, so I returned the favor." I lied; there is no way in Hell I'm telling them that I haven't been eating lately. All the sudden we felt like our souls were being ripped out of our bodies and I knew that Miranda was dead.

A little part of me was sad, but it felt like a caged bird escaping its prison. Sesshoumaru entered without a scratch, other then the ones I had put on him, and Miranda's blood dripping off one of his arms. At that moment, to me, he felt like my savior and I rewarded him with kiss. Only to be pressed against a wall, and his hard body, while we kissed passionately.

I looked out side and saw that a red rose, had blood trickling down its horned stem, while some of the blood dripped off its petals. Unbeknown to him, he had bestowed upon me a bleeding rose.

Bet you wouldn't believe that I dreamt this. Well I did, bai bai!