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Blood is the New Black	By : QueenoftheDream Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 5749 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, nor the characters from it. I made no money in writing this fiction.

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Before her eyes opened, Kagome could smell the dust, the wood varnish, and the musty scent of old drywall. Overpowering that, however, was a gnawing hunger, a feeling like none other she had ever experienced. It set her gut aflame and strangled her lungs while wrapping an iron vice around her dry throat. It nearly engulfed any other sensations or thoughts, and all she could think about was the voice in her head that was wrapping black tendrils around her mind and whispering, "Feed."
Finally, she slid her eyes open and found herself kneeling in a lush drawing room with carved mahogany wall paneling. Facing her was an antique fireplace with intricate gilded paneling that glistened in the flickering candlelight that partially illuminated the room. A gathering of shadowed figures surrounded her and she discovered, attempting to think around the thick, insisting words echoing in her head, that her hands were bound behind her back with chains bolted to the floor.
From the doorway, she heard the velvety, cultured voice of a woman drawing near as her high heels clicked upon the old hardwood floor.
"Good evening, gentlemen. I hope this hasn't been too much of an inconvenience to you, but this is indeed a matter of grave importance." She came into Kagome's line of sight, half-illuminated by the burning candles perched around the room.
"You never can trust a statement that comes before the word 'but,'" came a low dulcet voice from one of the shadows in front of her.
"Normally, I would welcome your witty banter, Manners. Tonight, however, we must deal with a pressing manner. This childe presented before you has been created and abandoned without consultation or consideration of the law. Normally, the law would dictate that the Caitiff be executed, no?"
She stepped into the room, flicking a light switch which caused a yellowed, dusty overhead light fixture to flood the room with muted light. Kagome reflexively snapped her eyelids closed.
"Well yeah, but I think we should question her and see what she has to say. Who's to say her sire isn't just hiding out and waiting for her release? She might not be Caitiff after all," the grainy, brash voice of a male sounded from her immediate left. She opened her eyes and saw that the voice in question belonged to a very young man, perhaps having been seventeen years old at the time of his demise. While his skin held the apparent characteristic pallor of the dead, it retained a tinge of bronze that made him look ironically sunkissed. His expression was thoughtful and directed in front of him. Kagome followed his gaze to the woman she'd heard earlier.
This woman was the very picture of porcelain beauty: dainty, but hard and polished. "Yes, Braddock," her smooth voice slipped between smirking rouged lips, "but how do you propose we find this sire? He certainly will not be showing his face any time soon for breaking the Traditions so blatantly." She tilted her strong jaw up, sooty grey eyes looking through small, round spectacles at the seven men surrounding her.
Kagome's heart would have been racing if it wasn't rotting in her chest. The men all bore airs of regality and authority, the young "Braddock" ruffian included. One dipped into her vision unexpectedly, causing her to flinch in surprise.
"Ooh, but isn't she just a doll, Kikyou? Do you know where you are, Buttercup?" His voice was rich and saccharine, and his makeup-lined slanted eyes glittered with amusement.
"Feed," the voice in her head whispered insistently. The husky voice that tumbled from her lips barely sounded like her own. "No."
The man's tittering laugh echoed through the room. "You're in the Camarilla meeting hall, Babydoll- a bastion of Kindred law and justice that usually serves as an execution chamber. Do you know why you're here?"
"Liu. Are you Prince of this city? If so, feel free to continue," the unyielding female demanded authoritatively. She was met with a red-rimmed smirk. "You, Childe," she continued, turning her bespectacled gaze toward Kagome," are here because you have left your mortal shell, slipped out of the mortal coil, and fallen into the world of Kindred. Do you know who sired you?"
Kagome looked at Kikyou's patent leather heels as the voice in her head was growling. "I… I don't understand…" she faltered, turning her miserable gaze up to the hard woman.
Sigh. "You are a vampire, girl. A creature of the night." Kagome felt the instinctive urge to flee. She wanted to peel her skin off and run away, far away from these strangers and this eerie house. "Your sire, the one who made you, do you know who he was? What did he look like?" Kikyou prodded, striding around the room with one finger resting upon her bottom lip.
"I don't-"
"Feed." It became increasingly difficult for her to form coherent sentences behind the curtain of wild hunger blanketing her senses.
"I'm not sure who... He was tall. Yellow eyes." She thought of that Adonis at the hotel with a roguish smile and wicked thoughts behind his eyes.
High heeled shoes stopped clicking upon the floor. "Yellow, you said? Perhaps golden?"
Kagome nodded, the voice in her head steadily rising in volume. "And he had silver hair, shaggy." Kikyou's demeanor quickly became darkened.
"Sesshomaru…" she mumbled, gazing pensively at a velvet armchair, and the other figures in the room collectively shifted in place. She abruptly turned and walked to the intricate stained glass window behind Kagome, and her voice was like a fan snapping closed. "What do we do now with this childe? I have called upon the council for a reason." All of the figures' eyes darted toward the window, some settling upon Kikyou and the rest upon Kagome, who felt like she was burning from the inside out.
An old man, his face wrinkled and marred, spoke first in Spanish-accented English. "I believe this childe should be put to death, as the law clearly states. She was unlawfully created and would become rogue Caitiff if left alone."
"Ah," interrupted Braddock, slinging his long black braid over one shoulder, "there have been provisions for adoption, though." A hush fell over the group.
The musical British voice from earlier, Manners, spoke up, and Kagome watched his hands form a steeple in front of his face. "Generally, that would take place if a childe's sire was killed or forced to relinquish guardianship. It is certainly not the case here." His dark green eyes rested upon Kagome, and there was something in his stare that frightened her. "FEED," the voice was shouting in her head, and her limbs began to tremble.
The tallest man spoke next, his voice smooth and soothing, a definite clash with his wild black hair and belt of knives slung around his waist. "As Prince, you could make the exception. She looks remarkably similar-"
Kikyou held up a small hand, still gazing at the colored glass. "I have thought about this extensively. Though it is breaking with custom, this fledgling will be spared upon one condition." She turned around and looked each of the seven men in the face. "I declare a blood hunt upon her sire, Sesshomaru, for breaking the Masquerade and violating Tradition. If any here among the Primogen object, let it be known." There was a dark chuckling from the large hulking man stuffed into the armchair next to the fireplace. A devious smile stretched across his mottled skin, revealing a mouth full of jagged teeth. "See to it that the word gets out to every Kindred in the city," Kikyou finished, effectively dismissing the men. They filed out the open door, leaving the two women alone.
Kikyou bent in front of Kagome. The words in her head were incomprehensible shrieking, and she felt the need to rip, to tear, to shred. After observing the restrained girl with a scrutinizing eye, she briskly walked to the other end of the room and opened a closet, out of which a sharply-dressed young woman stumbled, wild-eyed and panicked.
Before she could comprehend her actions or evaluate the situation, Kagome lunged at the girl, her arms ripping the chains from the floorboards to wrap around the supple, warm body. Teeth drove into the neck, eliciting an agonized scream from the victim that was strangled as Kagome's hands came up to grab the right shoulder and seize a fistful of red hair, pulling the head to the left with a sickening crack. Blood gushed from the wound like a fountain, spraying droplets upon the golden fireplace and antique wallpaper, and Kagome couldn't help but lap it up, savoring each gulp that slid down her throat to quench the raging hunger threatening to devour her alive. She could feel the heartbeat pounding, hear it singing in the blood, until it ground to a halt.
When Kagome regained her senses, she realized with horror that she was covered in blood. She dropped the brutalized corpse on the floor with a thud, hands flying to her face as a hysterical scream bubbled up in her throat. Kikyou cooly stated, "That was the Beast. It lives inside of all Kindred, all vampires. Do you understand?" She calmly unlocked the manacles around Kagome's shaking wrists.
Kagome turned horrified eyes to the cold woman, who was looking at her expectantly. Receiving no answer, Kikyou continued. "You now bear the curse of centuries, young one; a curse that your sire bestowed upon you carelessly and without permission. The punishment for that is death." She indifferently handed Kagome an embroidered handkerchief procured from the pocket of her navy blue blazer.
"You are a creature of the night. Be aware, for sunlight will send you to your Final Death quickly. Do not risk it. You will need to feed nightly upon human blood, the blood of the rich by the looks of it." She must have seen Kagome's dumbfounded expression, for she elaborated. "You are of the bloodline Ventrue, as am I. There are seven bloodlines, or clans. Each clan has certain disciplines and aspects to their being that distinguishes them from the others. Members of clan Ventrue may only feed upon one type of kine, or human. Seeing you have yet to vomit, something about that girl must have done the trick. It could be the blood of the rich, the blood of beautiful women, the blood of the famous."
At "famous," Kagome's gaze darted down, afraid of what celebrity she had apparently savaged and murdered in cold blood. She felt her body go cold. Laying before her was one of the mayor's daughters. Her shocked eyes flew to Kikyou, who was nonchalantly fixing her long black hair into a tight bun at the back of her head.
"Not to worry, childe. The corpse will be disposed of in a fashion so as to not expose you or our kind. You must take care not to reveal yourself to the world of humans. If you do, the wrath of ages will fall upon all of our heads. You don't seem to be the sort of girl who wants to bring about the Apocalypse."
Kagome stared at her, handkerchief held limply between her fingers as her brain frantically searched for a logical explanation to what her life had become. She came up with nothing and found herself fervently wishing for a time machine.
Kikyou was walking out the door and into a hallway by the time Kagome came to her senses and jogged after her.
"…must block out all sunlight in your haven. If you wish, I'll make arrangements for a new haven if your current home is insufficient. Otherwise, go home and board up your windows before the sun comes up, and leave nothing to risk. I'll come to you at nightfall." Before she knew it, they had arrived at the foyer of the lavish building, Kikyou opening the door to reveal a taxi parked in the street.
"I bid you good evening, neonate. I will call upon you tomorrow," Kikyou stated, walking Kagome down the stairs to street level.
Before opening the taxi door, Kagome spun on her heel and held out her hand. "M-my name is Kagome Higurashi. Thank you for sparing my life or, I guess, unlife." Kikyou stared at the girl's bloodied outstretched hand and replied without animosity, "Good night, childe."
Kagome's taxi ride was shorter than expected, as the "Camarilla safehouse" was apparently close to East Village, where her apartment was located. After exiting the cab, she sprinted up the two flights of stairs to her door. Unlocking it with shaking hands, she slammed it behind her, satisfied with the loud finality of it and the darkness shrouding the room. The digital clock on her microwave read 4:27. She grabbed a pair of pajamas from her dresser and headed into the bathroom for a much needed shower. Undressing, she realized that she was still without underwear. That damned creep...
Satisfied that the blood was scrubbed free, she donned fresh clothing and practically sprinted around the small apartment, shutting all of the blinds and drawing the curtains over each. After bunching up a few towels and shoving them in the tiny bathroom window, she turned around, expecting total darkness. She was instead faced with Sesshomaru, a pale ghost in the dark oblivion that was now her apartment, her life. She jumped.
"That's not going to be enough, you know," he said, cocking his head to the side. Kagome's mouth flew open.
"B-b how did you get? Why? They called a blood hunt, whatever that-" She was effectively silenced when he placed a finger against her lips.
"That won't be a problem if you keep your mouth shut, now will it?" he patronizingly asked. He observed her astonished expression. Her mouth formed an "o", and her hands were frozen midair where they had flailed at his sudden appearance.
"What did Kikyou- the Prince- have to say?"
"Uhh… Well, there were seven men there. I was going to be executed for being Caitiff, whatever that is. Thanks for that, by the way."
"A meeting of the Primogen. I expected no less. The Primogen are usually the seven oldest vampires in the city, one from each clan of Kindred. Caitiff are clanless vampires without a sire and thus, are unlearned and likely to expose Kindred to humans. Typically, they're regarded as a scourge and a liability. They are usually thin-blooded, which means they're without vampiric or supernatural powers and unable to sire vampire childer of their own. Most Caitiff don't know their clan because they were abandoned by their sire. You, Kagome, were never going to be Caitiff." He ran a finger under her chin, and she pulled away as a cold shiver ran down her back.
"How do you know my name?" she demanded, dreadfully afraid that the answer had something to do with stalking or a closet full of dead lookalikes.
"I've been in here since they busted you in the hotel. You've got some nice pictures hanging up. Does your family still live in Tokyo?" His voice was mocking.
"That's none of your goddamned business!"
He held up his hands and walked out into the kitchen, where he sat in one of her cheap dining chairs. "Back to the question. What did the Prince have to say?"
Kagome shot him a venomous look. "I think she adopted me, whatever that means. I… I killed someone tonight. I sucked the blood right out of her and snapped her neck like it was a popsicle stick without even realizing it. I couldn't control my own body..." Her voice took on a hysteric edge, and Sesshomaru took her arm to guide her to the chair opposite his.
"Most everyone has a messy first feeding. That was the Beast. It's the rabid animal that lives in all of us; the personification of our inner predator if you will. If you go too long without feeding, your Beast takes over. No matter how well you keep it locked in its cage, how many corpses you feed it, it will resurface eventually and you will frenzy. You can bet your last dollar on that." He casually grabbed the newspaper on the table and opened it to the sports section, crossing one leg to rest his ankle upon his knee. Looking at him, one would have guessed he was speaking of the lineup for his favorite basketball team or of the stock market rather than the inevitability of a bloody massacre.
"She said she was coming back for me tomorrow night."
Golden eyes resurfaced over the edge of the paper. "Is that so?" He put it down. "Interesting indeed. She say why?"
She shook her head. "No, but maybe it has something to do with adopting me." she offered. Sesshomaru said nothing else, but instead got up, motioning for Kagome to do the same. He guided her to the bathroom and into the tub, where she turned around with confusion written plainly upon her face.
"Don't tell her that you saw me. You'll be executed for aiding a wanted criminal." He grabbed the door and yanked it cleanly off its hinges with a great ripping sound.
"Hey!-" she shouted, but was cut off as he leaned the door against the wall and kicked a hole clear through the bottom third of it, catching it before it clattered to the floor.
"Lay down. The sun's going to be coming up soon," he muttered as he broke the jagged shards off of the end of the wood. She quickly complied, balling up a towel for a makeshift pillow in the bottom of the bathtub. She felt like a little kid, staring innocently up at her parent, who held a nice, warm blanket and promises for tomorrow.
"Sweet dreams, little neonate. We'll talk more tomorrow," he whispered sarcastically and lowered the lid onto her makeshift coffin.

I apologize for making this chapter so long and boring, but hey: this fic is not only about the trials and tribulations of the dead, but the political frame in which they function. Shooting for realism here. :D
If anyone has any questions on any of the terms I've used, this site may be helpful to you: whitewolf.wikia (dot com) /wiki/Category:Glossary
Quick rundown- Kindred= vampire, kine= human. There are seven clans, and each clan has a leader in the city called the Primogen. Kagome, Sesshomaru, and Kikyou are of the clan Ventrue. The Prince (regardless of gender) is kinda like the vampire mayor of the city, but isn't really elected and has much more power, such as the power of execution and excommunication. They often have their fingers in human politics as well. Let me know if you have any other questions! More will be revealed in the next chapters. You, the readers, are in the same shoes as Kagome, the vampire neonate. You gotta start learning somewhere.
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire the Masquerade; Bloodlines or White Wolf.
This chapter was inspired by "Swamped" by Lacuna Coil.
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