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Hi all. Here is the second chapter of Blood for Blood. I
hope you liked the first chapter and I hope I don't dissapoint with this one.
Please feel free to review so I know what I should change or if this is even
remotely interesting. Constructive criticism is always welcome and I hope to
hear from you. Since I have some of these chapters already done, I will hope to
get more reviews before posting the next chapter, but I will not hold it
hostage if I feel that someone out there actually likes it enough to let me
know. I look forward to hearing from you, my readers, and without further ado
here is the next installment of Blood for Blood.

As always, I do not own Inuyasha and company. If I did, I
would be off on my own private beach or something having a romantic encounter
with a certain golden eyed demon lord�.hint, hint�.

A special thanks go out to Sada, Paganstar21, and my
cousin Diana for their thoughts, criticisms, and encouragements. Without them,
this story would not exist and it would have taken much longer for its
creation. My beta�s and muses, I send you much love and gratitude for your
comments and encouragements. Without the three of you urging me to continue and
refusing to let me get frustrated enough to stop, this story would not become
what it is. Thanks!

Blood for Blood
Chapter 2
Surprising Encounters

Fading in and out of consciousness, I swear I can feel a
pair of warm arms wrapped around me, but just as soon as they are there, they
disappear. For a moment I think I can feel a soft breeze billowing softly by
and then it too fades from my senses.

Trying desperately to blink the heaviness away from my
eyes, I nearly growl in frustration when they do not open. I feel so utterly
helpless. My limbs are far too heavy to be mine.

I must have done something to hurt myself, or perhaps
someone kidnapped me again. Ha ha ha �.that would be nothing new. Maybe they
drugged me to ensure my cooperation. There are thousands of other
possibilities, but right now that one is looking pretty damn good.

For a second, I�m positive I taste something coppery in my
mouth and instinctively fight the urge to vomit. Perhaps I bit my tongue in the
process of trying to wake up. That had to be it. Although now that I think
about it, that was an awful lot of blood from biting my tongue. Maybe I have a
head wound.

Floating in a dark abyss, I know nothing. There is no time
in this hollow place. I could have been here for days, weeks, even years and
not have had any inkling as to how long I have truly been a visitor of this
void. I wonder if I will ever wake up.

Did I die? Is this hell? What is the last thing I can
remember? Something blue and black flashes before my befuddled mind so quickly
that I don�t have time to process what it is I see, until it is too late and
then I am once again floating in a sea of nothing.

My vision swims in an ocean of murky waves and I can do
nothing to stop the gentle swaying. Of course, this is the first time since I
can remember that I can see a gentle light playing against my vision off in the
distance. Perhaps that is the way out of this dark prison.

Doing my best to move my heavy aching limbs, I
determinedly move toward the distant light. Understanding that it will take a
while for me to reach my destination because of my slow movement, does nothing
for my sanity and I grow nearly hysterical as I see the light slowly begin to
fade.

Where am I? Where are Sango and Miroku? Where is my
Shippo? Why isn�t Inuyasha trying to save me? Why am I here alone?

I slowly begin to feel the last shreds of my sanity start
to unravel at the prospect of staying in this darkness any longer. Viciously, I
start to growl low in my throat, demanding without words for the light to
remain where it lay.

Not caring in the slightest that I still have a long way
to go, I am happy in the knowledge that regardless of how long it takes to get
there, I will eventually.

I suddenly hear a voice calling out to me in the darkness
and I nearly jump in fright. Where is it coming from? It echoes loudly in this
desolate place, but I can no sooner fly than find the source of this enchanting
sound, so I continue toward the light, while still listening for the loud voice
that is calling to me.

Desperate to hear its comforting words and to know that I
am not alone in this dark sea, I begin to scream my thoughts to the emptiness,
hoping against hope that someone will hear my pleas and find me.

Oh how I wish that I could see my friends again. I hope
that nothing hurt them. Could they be in the same position as I? What if they
are trapped in their own little world? How are we ever going to find each other
if we are all trapped within this hell?

Silencing those desolate thoughts, I refuse to think like
that until I am out of this wasteland. The light is much closer now and I can
see the faint outline of a person on the outside. Perhaps that is Inuyasha? It�s
hard to say, but I refuse to give up.

The voice is getting steadily louder, but the words are
just mumbles of incoherent noise. There is no steady flow and I cannot place
whether the voice is male or female. I can only hope that I am not waking to a
trap, but at this point I would gladly welcome an enemy if it meant I would
have the freedom I so desperately crave.

Nearly thirty feet from the light, I notice that I can see
the outline of more than just one person. In fact, I can clearly see the
outline of Kirara sitting on Sango�s shoulder. At least now I know that they
are not trapped as I once thought. If I never get out of here alive I will be
happy in the knowledge that my friends are safe.

Seeing the light get much brighter than a few moments ago,
I shield my eyes and do not cease my movements until I feel the heavy weights
begin to lift from my limbs.

Finally making it to my destination, I brace myself for
whatever is going to happen and walk slowly into the blinding light.

My limbs still very heavy, I use all the strength I can
muster just to open my eyes. Fluttering slowly, I wince audibly when the bright
sunlight nearly blinds me with it�s� intensity. Quickly closing my eyes, I
brace myself for the pain I am going to feel and slowly open them once again.

Having to squint, it takes me a few moments to adjust to
the afternoon light and I nearly jump out of my sleeping bag when I realize
that it is well past noon from the
position of the sun. What on earth happened?

Looking around myself, I see that Inuyasha and Shippo are missing
from camp and Miroku and Sango are facing away from my position looking for all
intents and purposes like they are deep in thought as well as conversation, but
at closer inspection I can see Sango�s shoulders shaking as if she is sobbing.
Did something happen to Kohaku?

I can hear soft voices drift toward me on the breeze, but
the words are unintelligible nonsense to my ears. I can�t seem to concentrate
on anything at the moment and the thoughts in my head are racing so fast that I
cannot catch them.

Grunting softly to try and make them notice I am awake, I
smile tightly in response when they both whirl around at the noise with looks
of utter shock and horror on their faces.

My eyes widen slightly at their behavior and it is then I
notice that their eyes are red, swollen and filled with such sorrow and
despair, I nearly lose my breath. Giving them a look of confusion as to their
reaction to my waking, I try to speak once again and the feeling of a lead
weight on the end of my tongue prevents me from uttering a word.

I also realize that my limbs still feel far too heavy for
my liking and as I look over my body to try and determine the cause; I notice
that there is a large amount of blood on my clothing and on the inside of my
sleeping bag as well.

Eyes widening in horror, I try to stand from my prone
position and am disappointed when I haven�t the strength. Crying out in
frustration at my inability to do something so simple, I look toward my Feudal
Era family and notice that Miroku is looking at me with something akin to
barely disguised intrigue and curiosity. Something tells me that scientists who
test on live subjects would have a similar look in their eyes and for some reason
that thought makes me truly uncomfortable. Glancing at Sango, I notice that she
is looking at me as if she were seeing a ghost.

Not enjoying their obvious looks of shock, bewilderment
and something akin to horror, I turn my face from them and try desperately to
wet my suddenly parched throat. Finding my voice a few minutes later, I turn to
look at them again and speak as loud as I am able.

�What happened to me?�

Sango jumps up from her position on the other side of the
fire and runs to embrace me in a hug that speaks far louder than her words ever
could. Holding her tightly in response, I start soothing her the only way I
know how. Using my hands, I slowly begin to trace small designs across her back
while at the same time whispering comforting words of love and friendship. I
suddenly notice that she is trembling and my shock nearly doubles when I hear
her heart wrenching sobs. I have never heard her sound so broken before in all
the years we have been traveling together, even when she was forced to fight
Kohaku in battle.

Something truly horrible must have happened for her to
react so strongly to my waking. Perhaps I was far closer to death than I
originally surmised.

Her shoulders begin to droop noticeably and then her sobs
slowly die. Deep breaths wash over me and it is then I realize she has fallen
into a deep sleep in my lap. Lovingly stroking her hair, I settle her head on
my thighs comfortably before I turn my attention to the ever patient houshi
that is once again looking at me with speculation and something else I cannot
define in his violet orbs.

Gathering what little strength I feel I have left in my
body, I steel my resolve to get to the bottom of this situation. Looking Miroku
straight in the eyes, I give him my most determined look and speak as loud as I
dare so as not to wake the sleeping exterminator.

�Why did you both react to me with such shock and
apprehension when I woke?�

Seeing his eyes narrow slightly, I wonder at the reason
for it when he motions to the other side of where he is sitting. Glancing
wonderingly over his left shoulder where he has indicated, I see a large pool
of blood and torn fabric. Upon closer inspection, I realize that the fabric
laying in the bloody mass is that of my favorite shorts and tank cutie pajama
set that I wore to bed last night.

Confusion lights my face as I look down to what I am
wearing and see that I am still wearing the set, but that a large portion of
the cloth is torn and the rest of it is covered in the blood I saw earlier and
just assumed was because of my unconscious state.

Lifting my gaze back to the houshi sitting before me, I
open my mouth to speak to him when he lifts a finger to my lips. Closing my
mouth abruptly, I wait for him to tell me what I am dying to know and am not
disappointed when he begins quietly.

�Kagome, I don�t know what to say, other than to put it
bluntly, I watched you die.�

Not sure I understand what he just told me, I give him a
questioning look and say simply, �What?�

�I am sorry Kagome, but I watched you die and I don�t know
any other way to tell you. You were covered in blood when we woke this morning
and Inuyasha and Shippo were no where to be seen. We assumed that they had gone
to try and find your attacker. I know that you are going to think I am insane,
but I checked for a pulse just like you taught me and I let my energy wash over
you. My power was surrounding you when you breathed your last breath. I felt
you die as if it were my life slipping away. It was the most horrible feeling I
have ever experienced. I literally felt as your life essence dissipated. I saw
your soul leaving your body. There is no way that you can be alive, unless you
are blessed by the Kami themselves.�

To say that I am shocked to hear his words can safely be
described as the understatement of the century. I don�t understand it myself,
but I don�t remember what happened either. The last thing I recall is a pair of
hauntingly familiar blue black eyes that have a hidden power within, but as soon
as the memory appears, it once again slips back into my subconscious and I am
left with an empty feeling, a sense of being hollow. It is as if I am missing
half of myself.

Of course that is when I realize that Miroku said that he
watched as my soul left my body. What in the world could have happened to me to
make me die? All I remember is falling asleep in my sleeping bag with Shippo
curled around my middle and then feeling that heavy black void settle over me
before suddenly being back in the bright afternoon sun, after having slept all
day it seems, or perhaps it is more appropriate to say that I came back from
deaths clutches.

Feeling a deep sense of gratitude for being alive, I close
my eyes and thank all the Kami for letting me live and I silently promise them
that I will fulfill my destiny to repay them for this great kindness they have
shown me.

Nodding toward Miroku, I ask something that has been
bothering me since I woke up.

�What happened to me Miroku?�

His wince at my question leaves me with a dreadful feeling
in the pit of my stomach and I can do nothing but wait for the answer with
nervous apprehension.

�Inuyasha was the first of us to awaken this morning and
it was he who noticed that there was a massive amount of blood in the air.
Almost immediately he recognized the scent as yours and threw back the cover of
your sleeping bag to see four large gashes on your side from an obvious demon
attack and two puncture wounds in your neck. He could smell a considerable
amount of death and decay around your usually vibrant scent and nearly went
into a blood rage when he realized that he was asleep as you were attacked and
he didn�t even wake until it was too late to save you.�

He shifted in his seat to try and distract himself from
the uncomfortable subject of our discussion before finally settling down once
again and continuing.

�As soon as he realized that he failed you, he grabbed
Shippo from your sleeping bag and left camp. We haven�t seen him since. As for
why Shippo didn�t notice the scent of your blood far sooner than Inuyasha, well
there was a sleeping herb on him. When he didn�t wake up immediately we thought
that perhaps he had been killed as well, but upon closer inspection we realized
that he had some sleeping powder on his face. It was right after that
revelation that Inuyasha left to go where I can only assume he could remove the
sleeping potion from your kit and try to track your attacker.�

�When Sango and I looked upon your near dead form we also
noticed that you were deathly pale and hardly breathing. You had lost so much
blood, there was nothing we could do but bandage you up as well as possible and
wait for whatever would come.�

Taking a deep breath, he continued his explanation of the
events that transpired this morning.

�It was shortly after that when I felt your death and then
saw your soul leave your body for the next world. Sango immediately broke down
and fell into a sobbing heap to the forest floor. I went to her side to comfort
her and it was only mere minutes later when we heard your soft grunt. We
thought it was a forest animal or something of that nature at first, so
needless to say we were quite shocked when we turned to find you alive and well
only minutes after your death. And that is everything that you missed. I can
only imagine where Inuyasha has taken Shippo. As I have said before, I would
say that they are in the process of tracking the demon that did this to you.�

Clasping and unclasping my hands in silent frustration, I
begin to gnaw on my lower lip as well. I don�t know how else to explain my
resurrection other than to say that it simply wasn�t my time to go. Apparently,
I am just as stubborn in death as I am in life. Somehow I find that thought
comforting�.

Thinking hard on the subject of my apparent demise, I have
to assume that my soul returned to my body, otherwise I would not be sitting
here having a conversation with the houshi while his love interest slept
soundly in my lap. Deciding that a simple test will determine whether or not I
have kept my soul, I gently lift Sango�s head from its resting place and stand
as quickly as possible, which is far too slow for my liking. Of course, at the
gentle movement she is awake and looking at me with confusion written on her
face, so I smile gently at her and sit down again to gaze into the flames,
desperate to understand all that has been told me, since I have yet to gain the
strength to move my body, I might as well try to do something productive. I
don�t remember how long I sat there perfectly still in the firelight, but I do
know that Sango had to shake me from my thoughts. Looking at her face, I give
her a questioning glance when I notice the very frightened eyes she has trained
on me. Soon, the look is replaced with wariness and she replies to my silent question.

�You have been sitting in the same exact spot without
moving for over an hour now. I was scared you were slipping away from us.�
Smiling toward Sango, I do my best to assure her that while I still don�t fully
grasp the situation and everything that has happened thus far, I have no
intention of going anywhere. Once I see her visibly relax, I rise from the
ground, determined to get far enough away from camp that should my control
slip, my power and the debris that follows will not endanger the lives of my
friends.

I notice Miroku and Sango give each other fearful glances
out the corner of my eye and finally I can�t take it anymore, so temper fueling
my actions, I round on them with every intention of telling them exactly how
much I appreciate their looks of concern, but they can shove them up their
asses for all I care at the moment, but then their wide eyes and open mouths
quickly halt everything I had planned to say. Warily, looking behind me and
seeing nothing, I whirl back around and screech in indignation.

�What the hell was that look for? You scared me half to
death, making me think something behind me wanted to eat me for supper!�

Once again they give each other a hesitant glance, as if
they are keeping something from me. Burning hot fury bursts forth in my veins
and I can suddenly feel my aura whipping about me in a deadly dance. Narrowing
my eyes at the two before me, I close the distance between us in only a moment
and am satisfied in their quick intakes of breath, that I have indeed startled
them. Determined to get some answers, I speak with deadly intent. Something in
the back of my mind tells me this is not right, that these are my friends and I
would never harm them in anyway, but I disregard the quiet whisper in favor of
seeing the two before me desperately trying to hide their wariness and unease.

�What haven�t you told me about the events of last night
and this morning that would make you feel such unease in my presence? Why do
you share looks of indecision and fear when you think I can�t see you?�

Encouraged that I am right in my speculations when I see
their looks of shock and amazement, I stand before them unperturbed as I wait
for my answers. Miroku overcomes his shock first and puts his hands out in
front of his body, trying to placate me. Seeing my frown in response to his
actions, he drops his hands quickly and speaks.

�Kagome, we are merely worried about you. You should be
dead, I felt you die and yet even now, here you stand as if nothing happened.
The Kami must have a great destiny in store for you for them to have spared you
this night. Look to your side. The four bloody gashes that were there only a
few hours ago are no longer visible. Whatever that destiny may be, know that
Sango and I will follow you to the very depths of hell and if need be, we will
lift you up to ascend the steps to Nirvana. Regardless of your journey ahead,
you will never be alone. You have been a light for us when all others had
diminished and we vow to do the same for you.�

Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, I glance to Sango and
cannot help the genuine smile that lights my face when I see the same honest
sincerity on her face as well. Wrapping them in a fierce hug of gratitude, I
whisper my thanks, before once again turning toward my original target. If I
was truly dead and my soul had indeed left my body, even for a moment, then my
spiritual powers should either be nonexistent, or have little to no effect. Of
course, because I am very much alive, one must assume that my soul is indeed
intact and there should be nothing out of the ordinary with this test.

A few minutes later, I am slowly but surely walking away
from our campground and toward the clearing just past the trees that surround
our resting place. Tossing a grateful look over my shoulder at the monk that is
only a few steps behind me in case I start to fall; I turn toward the nearest
tree and take a deep breath.

Closing my eyes, I begin the long trek into my very core.
The journey is perilous if you know not what you are doing. Kaede once told me
that if I wasn�t careful when trying to summon the power from where it lay
dormant until called upon, I could lose myself in the process. My body would
become an empty shell and my very soul would be lost forever in an endless
void, surrounded by nothing and never get the opportunity to reincarnate as
nature intended. Of course, now that I think about it, I have a terrible
feeling that the void I just woke from was eerily similar to what I imagine the
void in my soul should I lose my way, would look like.

Delving deep into the very depths of my being, I look with
my incorporeal eyes and see the blue violet brightness of my power coiling
around a brilliant white shining light that I have always assumed is my eternal
soul, although the amount of power has been drastically increased, but that is
a worry for another day as at least I now know I am whole and have not been
left defenseless.

Happiness swelling at the realization that I have not lost
my soul or my power, I feel a heavy weight mysteriously lift off my shoulders.
Now, determined to use the power I felt within, I relax my body and calm my
mind. Reaching inside myself, I call upon my power and am relieved when I feel
it bubble to the surface. Opening my eyes once I have the energy within
balanced, I aim a spiritual blast and release it, focusing on the center of the
large oak before me. Watching in mild fascination, I feel more than see my
energy come into contact with its intended target. Suddenly, an explosion of color
dances before my eyes that is so bright, I have no choice, but to look away.
Once the pain is at a more manageable level, I open my eyes and blink them
several times. Feeling the pain recede further and the blurriness fade, I
glance at my handiwork and nearly yell in fright when I see the tree hanging
over my body held seemingly by nothing, but air.

It is then I notice my aura flaring wildly around me.
Shocked to discover that I am not only responsible for destroying the tree, but
also for somehow holding it suspended in the air, without much effort I might
add, I move as quickly as my stiff limbs will allow and once I am safely a good
distance away, I release my aura and watch bemused and a little shaken as it
falls to the forest floor.

Looking around for any witnesses to my little display,
however unusual, I come face to face with a pale, shocked hanyou, who looks
like he�s seen a ghost. Debating whether or not I should yell �Boo!� just to
watch him for a reaction, I decide against it when I see him reach for me as if
half expecting to pass right through. Taking pity on him, I lean into his
caress and smile shyly when his eyes widen to comical proportions.

Suddenly, my vision is hazy. An encroaching darkness
becomes my prison, a pulsing red begins to replace the surrounding void and
then I see trees flying past me as I reach speeds I could never dream. Harsh
panting breaths are sounding in the distance. A distinct smell of fear
permeates the surrounding forest and it intoxicates me with its� thick aroma.
Smiling wickedly, I quickly trap my prey and savor the sense of accomplishment
and satisfaction that flows through me when she looks upon me with eyes awash
with fear and utter defeat. She knows I have won. I stalk closer and the
thundering of her heartbeat becomes a delectable melody to my ears. As she
begins to tremble before me, I pause in my advance of her to look over my snack
before all the life has been greedily devoured.

Rather ordinary, she is small in stature, nearly two heads
shorter than I and weighing no more than a small sapling at most, she is just
another woman that would have wondered into the woods and never returned to her
village. Everyone will assume she has been attacked by a wild youkai and this
time they would be correct. Shimmering too quickly for her to see, I am upon
her before she can open her mouth to scream her terror. Fangs lengthening
considerably, I pierce her neck with vigor and am rewarded for my efforts as
her life�s blood pours into my mouth and down my throat. It soothes me on such
a primal level that I am once again at peace with myself, if only until my
euphoric blood high abates.

Once I have satiated my hunger and my belly is full of her
warm life giving honey, I glance into her glassy brown eyes and the face reflected
is not mine. Shocked, I watch as Velenor, the demon from last night, winks
wickedly at his reflection. If I didn�t know any better, I would say he knows
I�m watching him. Oh my God! What if he does? Could he have a connection to me
now? What really happened last night? Am I a vampire? Encroaching darkness
surrounds my vision once again and then just as suddenly as it appeared, the
vision fades.

Alright everyone! That is the end of this chapter, I hope
I didn�t disappoint and sorry for the cliffy, but I like to leave you wanting
more. If you liked it please review. I hope to hear from you soon. I will not
hold the next chapter�s hostage for lack of response, but if I don�t get any
reviews telling me if anyone likes this story I will probably just lose
interest in it and discontinue. As always, thanks for reading and see you next
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