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Darkest Before Dawn
By : inumom
Category: InuYasha > General
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Disclaimer: No, they�re not mine. Maybe after I win the lottery�.

AN: This is the last part of this. Although there�s no bloodshed (of a violent kind, at least) in this part, there�s angst aplenty, and a bit of fluff to lighten things up a little.

4. Daybreak

The physicians were all in agreement. Between the drugs that had been injected into her, the obvious physical damage, the blood loss from her wounds, and the less apparent internal injuries, there was only a slight chance that the woman would survive the night. If by some miracle she survived, she would definitely be a cripple for the rest of her life, in constant pain, and would certainly never be able to bear a child.
The hanyou, once again under the concealing spell that allowed him to appear as a rather unusual-looking human, showed them to the door. Since there was nothing that they could do for her, there was no reason for them to remain. He would, he said, look after her by himself.
He looked down at her still features, deathly pale beneath the garish bruises. He was completely unaware of his surroundings, barely recognizing his brother when he arrived, assessed the situation with a glance, and pressed a small object into his hand. �Use this, brother. Free your mate from her pain and our family from its ancient curse.�
After Sesshoumaru had gone, the cold, hard object he held in his hand registered in his consciousness. Opening his eyes, he realized that his brother had given him the Shikon no Tama, the mystical jewel that had been guarded by his family for centuries after it had almost been stolen by a renegade miko who wanted to use its power to rid the world of youkai forever. The pink stone seemed to warm in his hands instantly, and he placed it between the two hands he had wrapped around one of his dying mate�s.
For the first time he could remember, he prayed. �Please, whatever gods or powers there are--heal my mate, heart and mind, body and soul. She did nothing to deserve this except to love me. She brought me back from the abyss and taught me to really love for the first time in my life--save her. Please�.�
The warmth between his hands seemed to grow momentarily stronger. A tiny voice spoke in the back of his mind. �We are not strong enough to do as you ask, hanyou. Our powers can only bring her back so far. You must bring her the rest of the way.�
He directed his thoughts at the voice. �Tell me what to do. Anything at all. I can�t go on without her.�
�To be saved, she must become as you are. Give her your blood, that she may be one with you for all time.�
Eyes blinded by his tears, he lifted his wrist and tore the flesh with his fangs. Placing the wound to her lips, he watched the thick liquid drip until he saw her throat muscles move as she swallowed. He waited in that position until he was light-headed from blood loss. Closing his eyes for a moment, he felt the blood he had given her calling to him.
Opening his eyes once more, he licked at the wound on his wrist, helping to speed the healing process. Worn out by more than a day of agonizing worry over her and the loss of a significant volume of his blood, his eyes closed once again and he slept, arms wrapped firmly around her tiny form.
He awoke to an insistent grip on his arm. Looking down, he saw her dark eyes watching him with concern. �What happened?�
His voice was low. �How much do you remember?�
She shuddered at the memory. �Too much, I think.� He could feel her flexing her muscles as she shifted her position. �How long was I out?�
He shook his head, glancing at the darkened window. �I don�t know. Why?�
�I was really hurt--I didn�t think I�d actually survive. I must have been out for a long time, because I feel pretty good.�
He swallowed hard. This wasn�t going to be easy. �There�s something I have to tell you. You were only out about four or five hours. You should be completely healed in another day or two.�
She stared at him blankly. �I don�t understand--how is this possible?�
It would probably be best to start at the beginning. �You�re a historian--have you ever heard of the Shikon no Tama?�
She frowned thoughtfully. �That�s an old legend. Wasn�t it some kind of magical jewel that was supposed to make youkai stronger if they used it?�
�That�s right,� he said, pulling her back against his chest so that he could run his hands through her hair. �But that�s only part of the story. This is one of those legends that�s based on fact. The Shikon no Tama was real enough, and it was being protected in the village of the youkai taijiya, where it had been created. Not only youkai wanted the jewel, though--humans were after it as well. Most of them wanted to use it to make themselves invincible in battle, or to become great lords, or something like that, but there was one who had an even bigger plan. A miko who hated being what she was born wanted to use the jewel to get rid of all youkai for all time. She figured that if the youkai were gone she could live the life of an ordinary woman.�
The woman in his arms trembled at his closeness. Why, she wondered, had she never noticed exactly how good he smelled? �So what happened?�
�Some youkai and some humans who thought that the world would be a better place with the youkai in it banded together to stop the miko. After she was dead, it was given into the protection of the leader of the alliance, the head of the inuyoukai in the western lands. It has resided with his family ever since--until now.�
�What do you mean, �until now�? Was it destroyed?�
�When I took you back from Naraku--he wanted to use you as a weapon against my family--you were badly hurt. I hope you never remember the details of what that sick bastard did to you, but every one of the doctors we consulted said the same thing: even if you managed to survive the night--a slim chance at best--you would be a helpless cripple, in constant pain, for the rest of your days.� He looked away from her, not at all sure he wanted to see her reaction to what he had done. �That was when Sesshoumaru gave me the answer. He told me that I could use the Shikon no Tama to heal you, and that would destroy the jewel, freeing our family from its centuries-old task. That�s what I did.�
�Well,� she said, smiling for the first time she could remember, �I think it worked. I feel really good right now.�
He moved away from her, taking her face in his hands, forcing her to look up at him. �There�s more, love. The jewel wasn�t enough. I had to give you more of my blood.�
She blushed furiously. �You mean, like when we were mated?�
�Not exactly, but something like that. I gave you all that I could spare before losing consciousness myself. It combined with the power of the Shikon no Tama to bring you back to me. But,� he continued, �There�s been a sort of side effect.�
�What kind of side effect?�
�Remember how I said that the exchange of blood during the mating ritual changes each of us a little, making our scents a bit more alike? This did more. You�re hanyou now--just like me.�
She grinned broadly, revealing petite fangs. �Really?!? What do I look like?�
�Your hair is the same, although it�s getting longer--I figure it�ll stop somewhere below your hips. The fur on your ears is black. Your eyes are almost the same, although they now have gold flecks in them. You have fangs and claws, just like mine, but they fit your body size. Your senses are a lot sharper, or will be--you�re still changing, I think. You�ll be stronger, and faster, and more agile than you ever thought you could be. You�ll heal faster from practically anything in short order. And,� he said, wrapping her in a snug embrace, �You�ll live a whole lot longer than you would have otherwise.�

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Three full days had passed since she had been retrieved from her captivity. She had spent most of that time sleeping, resting from the strain of not only her transformation but also of forcing her newly modified body to heal itself. When not sleeping, she was tended meticulously by a most attentive mate. Not only did he see to it that she rested enough to complete the healing process, but he also fed her with his own hands rather than allowing her to rise and move around.
Still, she drew the line when he refused to allow her to get up to relieve herself. She would not stoop so low as to ask for a bedpan, although she gratefully accepted his assistance on the short trip. As she sank back into the mound of pillows that propped her upright, he stretched out beside her, inhaling deeply to assess her general condition. She had essentially completed the healing process, he realized--there was no longer even the faintest trace of blood in her scent. Her bruises had all but vanished, the multitude of cuts on her skin had closed, although there were still faint pink lines to mark where they had once been, and her easy breathing showed him that the damage to her shattered ribs had been repaired. The only remaining signs that she had ever been injured consisted of a faint scar from the brand that had been burned into her flesh. Even that would probably be gone within another twelve hours.
Breathing deeply, he noticed something else, something he had never thought he would ever smell again. This, he decided, was going to be difficult--how could he ever touch her again without bringing back the horrors she had endured? And how, he wondered, was he going to stop himself now? �How do you feel, love?�
Her smile was brilliant. �Great, actually. All the drugs and crap are finally out of my bloodstream, I can finally move around without feeling like my parts are going to fall off, and my new senses are unbelievable--I can�t believe how good you smell!�
�That�s what I wanted to talk to you about--you�re in heat.�
�I�m--what?�
�I don�t know how else to say it. You�re fertile right now. If we were to mate now, we could start a pup.�
�Really?�
He nodded slowly, the fragrance of her readiness driving him slowly to distraction. �Really. It never occurred to you, but that�s probably why I smell so good to you right now. Maybe,� he said, trying to force his unwilling muscles to move, �I should go somewhere else for a few days.�
She reached out, grabbing his hand. �Don�t go. I don�t know exactly why, but I want you so much right now I can almost taste it.�
His eyes closed as he pulled her against him. �I was so worried about you�.� he whispered.
Running his hands up her back, he gently pushed her robe off her shoulders, staring in frank admiration at her now nearly flawless skin. Lowering his head, he brushed his lips against hers in a soft, chaste kiss, surprised when she moaned against his lips, licking tentatively at them as though begging for admittance. Parting his lips slightly, he gasped as her tongue hungrily sought out his own, her fangs nibbling lightly at his lower lip.
She clung to him, pressing herself against his body in a desperate attempt to feel his skin against her own. He pulled away for a moment, staring at the eagerness in her gleaming eyes. Taking her by the shoulders, he gently rubbed a thumb across the mark he had left on her shoulder when they were first mated which had--surprisingly--returned as her wounds healed, watching closely as she trembled and gasped in pleasure.
Turning her around so that she was facing away from him, he wrapped his arms around her waist. He lowered his head to nibble lightly at her mark, smirking a bit as she stiffened in his grasp, crying out at the sensations he created in her. He reached up, cupping her breasts in his hands as she sighed, leaning back against his chest. It was, he decided, time to move things along a little.
He was a little worried that he could bring back memories of her treatment at the hands of her tormenter, but it was all he could do to restrain himself from throwing her to the pillows and simply taking her. He lowered her carefully to the bed, hands and lips playing across her skin, listening to her gasps and moans of pleasure. He moved slowly down her body, teasing her flesh to an almost painful readiness.
By the time he reached the juncture of her thighs, she was trembling with desire, eager for any pleasure she could receive at his hands. Moving carefully along her body, he soon found himself facing the source of the intoxicating scent that threatened to steal his control. He inhaled deeply, nearly losing himself in her scent.
Gripping her thighs in his clawed hands, he leaned forward, gently teasing her entrance with his velvety tongue. She cried out in passion, thrashing her head against the pillows, her body tensing in his grasp as she shrieked in the throes of a massive orgasm. �Now,� he whispered, returning to press light kisses from her lips to the hollow of her throat, �I think it�s time to give you what we both want, what we both need.�
He positioned himself above her body, lowering himself so that his impossibly aroused member could slide into place easily. It was, he would think later on, like coming home. He moved slowly in her, teasing her to new heights of pleasure while denying himself his own release. She writhed beneath him, moaning out her broken pleas for release.
He moved faster, pulling her along with him to the peak of satisfaction. Her inner muscles began to tighten around his arousal as she screamed through her release, clawing at his back as she thrust her hips up to meet him. Only a couple of strokes later, and he was howling through his own release, pounding in and out of her body as though his life depended on it. He pulled his softening member from her body, rolling to the side to keep from crushing her as he collapsed.
Gathering her into his arms, he pulled the silken sheet up over them, glad that she seemed to finally be completely healed from her ordeal. If a pup resulted from their passion, so much the better, but he would be perfectly content to remain like this for the rest of his long life, simply holding his mate while she slept in the safety of his embrace.

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AN: Yes, this is the end. I did this thing mostly to see if I could--a friend of mine asked me why I never did anything really dark, and this was my answer. Even though I added a fair bit of fluff at the end (I�ve always been a sucker for a Spielberg ending) I still feel like I need a shower after this.

Also, this is the last of the completed stories I had sitting around. I have a couple of things I�ve started, and I�ll be posting those as the opportunities arise. Again, thanks to anybody who could manage to stick with this thing, and I�ll try to make the next a little more pleasant.
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Darkest Before Dawn	By : inumom Category: InuYasha > General Views: 1503 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Darkest Before Dawn