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Darkest Before Dawn
By : inumom
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AN: In case there�s any confusion, the first part of this chap. is a flashback/dream sequence. Again, rated for rape and torture. Please take these warnings seriously.

3. Midnight

Miroku checked his reflection briefly in the mirror hanging in the entry hall of the large house before opening the door. He couldn�t imagine why anybody would be pounding on the door like this, but could see no reason not to answer. Opening the portal slightly, he was surprised to see a petite woman standing there, her long, dark hair fluttering in the light breeze, dark eyes flashing.
�Where is he?�
Shit! Obviously, things were not going to be easy to smooth over. �Who? What are you talking about?�
�You�re not stupid, Miroku--don�t act like it. It�s tonight, isn�t it--the time when he changes?�
�Changes�?� This time the surprise on his face was genuine, although not for the reason she might have thought. How the hell had she figured it all out? According to most people, their kind didn�t even exist any more, if they ever had, so how had this young girl managed to figure out their secret in only a few months? What was he supposed to do now? His boss wouldn�t want their secret revealed, and the young man was willing to bet that he didn�t want the woman killed�.
While he was thinking about it, the woman pushed past him into the house. Turning to face him once again, she spoke very slowly and clearly, as though that would make it easier for him to understand that she meant business. �Where. Is. He?�
For the first time in many, many years, Miroku experienced fear looking into the woman�s eyes. His eyes flickered toward the staircase at the rear of the entry hall. �Upstairs, but you can�t--�
A sound very much like a growl silenced him. �Just watch me!�
She raced up the stairs, slamming open doors as she progressed down the hallway. When she threw the fourth door open, she stopped her rampage instantly, staring in pure shock at the young man sitting and reading over some paperwork. �It�s really true�.� she whispered before crumpling to the floor.
She awoke in bed, in a darkened room. Suddenly remembering everything that had happened, she snapped upright with a suddenness that caused a brief moment of dizziness. Moving more carefully, she went to the doorway and peered out into the living area adjacent to the bedroom. She hadn�t been imagining it--he was still there, his long black hair flowing down his back to the seat cushion of the couch.
Without turning around, he spoke. �There�s no need to be so careful--I�m practically deaf like this. Now,� he continued, setting aside his papers and turning to face her, �Come here and sit down. Obviously, we have to talk.�
She sat silently next to him. After a long moment he turned to her, shaking his head. �What gave me away?�
She thought about it for a few seconds. �First of all, you have to remember that I�m more than a historian--my grandfather was a Shinto priest, so I�ve been hearing stories about people like you all my life. Besides, we�ve spent every evening together for the past two months--except for two. When I looked back at my calendar, I realized that we had never spent the new moon together. You didn�t feel quite like the few youkai I�ve managed to identify--your brother is one? And Miroku as well?� At his silent nod, she continued, �Anyway, I figured that this meant that you were actually a hanyou--part youkai. If this was true, then there had to be a time when you turned completely human, at least according to everything I�ve been able to find out on the subject. If I was at all right about your real nature, it had to be tonight.�
�What do you want?� he snarled.
She laughed out loud for a few seconds before sobering instantly. �I�m no blackmailer. Actually, I�m a little hurt that you didn�t trust me with this--I thought we�d gotten pretty�close.�
He stared at her in surprise. There had only been one other time when someone had penetrated the carefully-crafted disguise that kept him hidden from the human world around him, and she had left immediately, determined that a �cure� for his �condition� must be found before they could have any kind of a future together. He had been saddened when he had read of her death in an accident a few years later, but not because of any real attachment between them--she had wanted someone like herself, a human man, something he could never be.
In the end, he had decided to never again trust anyone with his secret.
She had been watching the play of emotions across his features in silence. Now, she reached out to him, taking his hand in her own. �There was somebody, wasn�t there? What happened when she found out?�
His lips twisted into a bitter smile. �She left me. She couldn�t stand the thought that I wasn�t entirely human. She was killed in an accident a few years later.�
�I�m sorry,� she whispered, staring down at the hand gripped loosely in her own.
�Why?� He was now thoroughly confused.
�Because you cared about somebody, and she broke your heart.�
He shook his head--he had long since forgiven their differences. �It�s not like that. It wasn�t anybody�s fault: she just needed somebody like herself. Who wouldn�t?�
She had released his hand and was now staring at her fingers twisting together helplessly in her lap. �I wouldn�t,� she mumbled.
Even in his human form, his hearing was slightly more acute than would be considered normal. He stared in shock at her for a fraction of a second, then gathered her into his arms, raining light kisses on her face and neck. �You won�t give me away?�
�Of course not,� she said, reaching up so that she could capture his lips with her own. �And I won�t ever leave you, either. You see, baka, I happen to love you.�
He pulled her tighter against him. �Marry me,� he whispered. �Be with me for the rest of our lives.�
She pulled back from him slightly, resting a hand against his cheek. �Of course I will. Could we arrange it for a month from tonight? That way, my mother could come.�
�No, love. You forget that I don�t normally look like this. We�ll do it next week--I should be able to have the arrangements ready by then. I�m afraid that I�ve become pretty prominent because of my job with the family company, so it�ll be news when I marry. That�s why I�ll have to do it in the form that everybody�s used to seeing.�
She looked at him curiously. �Have I ever seen your true form?�
�No,� he said, shaking his head slowly, �Not really. I normally look a lot like you�re used to--the same hair and eye color--but my natural form also has claws and fangs. My ears are different, too.�
�Will you show me?�
He thought about it for a fraction of a second, then nodded. �Stay with me tonight. I�ll change back to my real form at sunrise.�
�I hope I can stay awake until then.�
�I think,� he said, running a hand lightly down her back, �That I can keep you alert enough so that you won�t miss it.� Lifting her easily, he carried her back through the door from which she had entered.
As he laid her gently back on the bed, she asked, �Is there a youkai marriage ceremony?�
He shook his head slowly. �Not in the sense of the human ceremony--lots of words--but there are mating rituals. Unfortunately, I can�t really attend to them properly in this body. I mean, I could claim you now, but wouldn�t be able to mark you as my mate until morning.�
She wasn�t entirely sure where this conversation was heading, but couldn�t give it up if her life depended on it. �Exactly what does that mean?�
�Claiming a mate is just what humans call �making love.� It changes the scent of both mates a little so that they resemble each other--that way, other youkai know that they are mated. The marking ritual involves leaving small scars on each other during mating. I would bite you--the shoulder or neck are the most common places--and take a little of your blood. You wouldn�t be able to bite me, so I�d have to scratch myself and give you a few drops of mine that way.�
She shuddered a little at the intimacy of his words. �Could you do it now? Could you claim me tonight and mark me in the morning?�
�Don�t you want to see my true form first?�
�No,� she said, shaking her head. �It doesn�t matter. You�re still you, no matter what you look like.�

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�NO!� He shot upright in bed, sweat running down his skin. The dream had started out great--he was reliving the night when he and Kagome had first mated. Then came the screams, and the blood, and he saw himself holding her torn, bleeding body, claws and eyes red.
He shook off the hand that had been shaking him. �What the hell is it?� he snarled.
Miroku straightened slowly. �Sesshoumaru just called. It seems that the dead guy wasn�t her regular driver. His name was Houjou, and he was taken off her rotation a few months ago because he was always hitting on her, trying to start up something. He was paid to put a mild poison in the regular guy�s food--he�ll be okay, but he was sick as a dog for a few hours--and take his place. He planted the gas canister in the car, and set it off. When his boss showed up to take Kagome, he killed him so he wouldn�t spill his guts. The thing is, they also shot Sango--twice. They made sure that the wounds, in her right shoulder and left leg, would keep her from taking any action when she woke up, but wouldn�t kill her.�
�What the hell are you saying?�
�They wanted a witness. They wanted her to tell us what happened.�
�Who the hell is �they�?�
�Naraku.�
With a vicious curse, the hanyou leaped from the bed and threw open the door of his closet. His stomach rolled over at the thought of what that twisted bastard could even now be doing to his mate. �I knew we should have killed him instead of just exposing him.�
�I don�t think he would have succeeded even if you and Sesshoumaru hadn�t exposed him for what he was. The idea of using nervous system implants and drugs to create an absolutely obedient army immune to pain and fear is a powerful inducement, but no government on the planet would have allowed it.�
Sliding into a pair of tight black jeans, black shirt, and black leather jacket, he replied, �Maybe no government would, but there are plenty of terrorist organizations, crime lords, and drug runners who would have jumped at the chance to take him up on is offer.�
�There�s something else.� Miroku smirked a little as he continued, �Sesshoumaru thinks he knows where they are.�
�Get the van. Fill the back with blankets and anything else you can think of. Have a medical team standing by. You,� he said, staring at the sheathed sword in his hand for a few seconds before replacing it in the back of his closet, �Can drive.�

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The woman prayed for unconsciousness. She had been hanging suspended a few feet above the floor for what felt like hours now, the small muscles beneath the surface of her skin twitching randomly as he toyed with her body. He had been correct when he had said that the hormones he was forcing into her body had begun to take effect.

She had so far been successful in blocking out most of the erotic images that flashed into her mind when he touched her, but she could feel her grip on the situation beginning to fade away. She could feel the wetness gathering between her thighs, and knew that it was only a matter of time before her growing desperation had her begging him for her release.
The man drew a thumb lazily across the surface of an erect nipple, watching in satisfaction as she thrashed her head, biting back moans of pleasure. �It�s only a matter of time now, bitch. Beg me for your release, and I�ll give you sensations you�ve only dreamed of.�
�Go to hell,� she grated out, her eyes tightly shut against the sight of his leering features.
Leaning forward, he fastened his lips around the other nipple, stroking it lightly with his tongue as it hardened even further. She cried out as the clear liquid actually began to drip from her orifice. His voice was persuasive. �Beg for me, slut. I can end this torment for you. All you have to do is beg for it.�
�Never,� he groaned. �He�ll come for me.�
He smirked. �Who�ll come for you--that bastard monster you�ve played the whore for? Don�t count on it. By now that pathetic fool should be curled up into a shivering ball of misery on the floor because of what I�ve done. No,� he continued, moving around so that he was positioned between her thighs, �Nobody will come and rescue you from me, so you may as well just give yourself to the inevitable.�
�He�ll come for me,� she whimpered, biting her lips until they bled in an effort to not cry out from the sensations of his hands lightly touching her stomach and hips.
�Actually,� her tormenter said, �I hope he does come for you, but not just yet. It would be best for me if he comes in just as you�re begging me to be my whore, to defile you in a thousand different ways, to use you for my pleasure, to take you while I�m torturing you at the same time.� He pulled back from her for a few moments, returning to her with yet another weapon, this one a whip made up of numerous leather thongs that had been dipped in molten metal. Each of the thongs now had a deadly metal blade on the end.
Rubbing the whip across her breasts, he continued, �You want this, do you not? You want to feel the leather and metal tearing at your flesh while I ravish your womanhood, your lips, your ass? All you have to do is beg me to use it.� He moved the whip across her skin, lightly touching and stroking the now-healing cuts he had left on her before. How, he wondered, could she be starting to heal already? No matter. The whip in his hand would take care of that nicely in short order. Moving the whip lower, he rubbed it lightly across the nub at the top of her opening, listening to the moans he brought forth from her throat at the unending torment of stimulation. She shuddered in something between ecstasy and pain as he turned the whip in his hand, moving the handle in and out of her body slowly, driving her nearer and nearer to a release that he would not permit her to attain. �Beg for me, whore. Beg, and I�ll end your torment and give you your release.�
�No�.� she moaned, her body jerking uncontrollably in an effort to both get away from him and to press herself closer to the sensations he was giving her.
He drove the whip handle into her hard and fast, tearing the delicate flesh, listening to her scream at his brutality. Removing the whip from its place, he motioned to his two assistants. At a brief command, they returned her to the upright suspended position in which she had first been beaten.
�This is it,� she thought with something like relief. �He�s going to kill me now.�
As the two minions retreated back into the shadows, he returned with a number of items in his hands. Dropping all but the sharp-looking knife, he moved to stand behind her. With a single sudden thrust, he plunged the knife into the scar on her right shoulder, not stopping until the point struck bone. Calling to his helpers, the two held her motionless, roughly grabbing her torn breasts and genitals, while he moved the blade slowly, cutting out her connection to her mate. After they left, he returned to the things he had dropped. The first of these, the hollow metal phallus that he had used on her once before, had been filled with hot coals from the fireplace--she could smell the scent of smoke as he approached. Bending over, he took a long, slow lick at her lower lips before forcing the hot metal into her womanhood. He merely smiled in pleasure at the shriek of pain brought about by the burning of her delicate flesh. Taking some leather straps, he tied them in place around her so that she could not use her internal muscles to expel the instrument. Lifting a similarly-shaped object that seemed to have been carved from some kind of rough stone, he thrust it brutally into her anus. She screamed again and again, pulling against her bonds, stopping only when he stood before her once again, raising the metal-tipped whip in his hands.
His control of the whip was masterful. He knew precisely where to stand and what angle and power to use in his swings to hit the exact area he wanted. He proceeded slowly, striking just the tips of her breasts with the whip. The metal tips on the thongs sliced into the overly sensitive flesh, leaving her screaming in agony as her blood dripped and pooled on the floor. After a dozen or so strokes, he moved the whip lower, rubbing it suggestively against the bundle of nerve fibers located just in front of her burning womanhood. She cried out again, whether in pain or passion he could not tell. �Beg me, bitch. Beg me to make you my whore. Beg me to defile you, to fulfill my most twisted fantasies by using your body. Beg me to make you scream in lust as I degrade you to the level of the worthless thing you are, fit only to be used by your true master.�
Stepping back yet again, he swung the whip harder, leaving shreds of torn skin across her breasts, ribs, and stomach. Still, she would not beg for his touch. Moving in, he punched her as hard as he could in the face. Her lips moved, forming the one word he hated above all others. �Inuyasha�.� she whispered.
That word seemed to drive him mad. Motioning to his assistants, they repositioned her so that she was on her knees before him, still hanging from the chains. He tore the leather straps form her hips, moving the hot metal in and out of her as brutally as he could with one hand while doing the same with the stone phallus in his other hand. As the two scraped against each other inside her, tearing through the thin membrane that separated her two openings, she screamed from the depths of her soul.
Releasing his grip on the instruments, he tangled his left hand in her hair, forcing his throbbing member down her throat. With his right hand, he whipped her shoulders, back, and buttocks savagely, paying special attention to the brand on her ass and the wound left where he had cut out the small scar on her right shoulder left by her mate. He was completely out of control, her endless defiance making him realize that he could no more turn her into a weapon to be used against his enemies than he could grow wings and fly.
He would, he decided, kill her. But first, he decided, jerking as her screams forced around his member sent vibrations all the way up and down his spine, he would make her suffer torments even he had not thought of before. He pulled away from her briefly, changing the combination of drugs flowing into her body yet again. This time, the combination consisted of a mixture of the most powerful stimulants he had yet discovered.
He returned his member to her throat, moving his hips to force his arousal even deeper into her, whipping her savagely, grinning at the blood flowing down her slender body. He was going to greatly enjoy endlessly raping and torturing her before she slowly starved to death. He swung the whip with renewed vigor, looking around in surprise as he suddenly realized that it was no longer in his hand.
As the whip wrapped itself around his throat and he was torn from the body of his victim, he only had time to register the sight of a snarling face with jagged stripes of purple beneath glowing red eyes, and a rough voice spitting out, �This is my mate, you bastard, and nobody touches what belongs to me!� before the whip tightened and snapped his neck like a twig.
Casting aside the corpse like so much trash, the youkai knelt on the floor before the violated woman. Taking her battered face between his palms, he could feel the energy shift within himself signaling the return of his normal hanyou body. �It�s me, love. I�ve come to take you home. Gods,� he said, cradling her head gently against his chest, �I�m so sorry it took so long to find you.�
Rather than bothering with the chains holding her up, he unbuckled the cuffs on first her ankles and then her wrists, allowing her to fall into his arms. He would not, he decided, allow any part of her body to touch this filthy place. He lifted her easily, feeling the trembling in her muscles and hearing the gasps of--pleasure?--at his touch.
As though she could read his mind, she whispered, her voice hoarse from hours of screaming, �The drugs�.He�s given me something to make me want him, but it didn�t work quite the way he expected.�
Locating the tube sticking out of her arm, he gently removed it. He sniffed carefully, realizing that there were other foreign objects embedded in her body, and removed those as well, frowning at the gush of blood that followed their removal. Before carrying her out of the room, he stooped and picked up the ring that Naraku had let drop on the floor after tearing it from her hand. �I believe this belongs to you, love,� he whispered, replacing it on her finger.
As he passed his companion on the way to the van with his precious cargo he simply nodded. He knew that by the time the gravity youkai was finished using the small black hole he commanded, no trace would remain of either Naraku or his twisted little torture chamber.
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Darkest Before Dawn