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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
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Sesshomaru reached a long arm across the table and slowly pushed Kagome’s laptop closed. Kagome’s eyes were wide, and she was nearly unable to think. Sesshomaru sat back in the chair, the white plastic creaking under his weight. A smug and expectant expression decorated his features.
“So you… you were born in the 1800s?” Kagome questioned skeptically. He nodded in confirmation and crossed his left ankle over his knee. Kagome’s eyes opened wide, and loud, raucous howling erupted from her mouth as she doubled over in disbelieving laughter. Sesshomaru did not join in the near-hysterics and instead arched one eyebrow up at her temporary lapse in sanity.
She looked up at Sesshomaru, fully expecting him to be chuckling in shared merriment at the obvious jest. His face was unchanging and he stared at her unblinkingly.
“Wait, no… you’re not kidding?” Her voice was bordering on shrill.
“No.”
“Whoa. You’re like an antique! You’ve lived through a whole century.”
Sesshomaru scoffed. “For a young Japanese woman, your manner of speaking to an elder is most uncouth,” he drily remarked, leering mockingly across the table at her.
“No, seriously! You’ve got to be joking. Kikyou is that old?”
“I tell you the extraordinary and harrowing tale of my making, and all you can ask about is Kikyou? You wound me,” Sesshomaru drawled sardonically. “Even so, yes she is. Though I’m not sure exactly how old she is. In my many years of experience, women don’t tend to enjoy being asked that sort of question.” Kagome rolled her eyes.
“I had no idea she was your… sire.” Her tongue rolled around the word strangely.
Sesshomaru nodded, and his silver hair slid into his eyes. “She and I have a pretty bloody track record, in both senses of the word really. We created many corpses.” He grinned darkly before continuing. “But we also have some… well, bad blood,” he chuckled, his upper lip curling up in a smirk that exposed one fang that glinted in the light.
“What happened?” Kagome crossed her legs and leaned forward, palming her chin.
“That, my little one, is a story for another night.” He reached forward to ruffle her hair, and she ducked out of the way, sending him a scathing glare. Kagome’s fingers twitched around the edge of her laptop, torn between opening it and trying to pull more information from Sesshomaru. He, meanwhile, got up from the table to lounge on her small battered love seat. He shrugged the bomber jacket off, throwing it haphazardly over his shoulder, and threw himself onto the couch with his boots resting on the arm of the sofa. She could see the edge of his black tee shirt hitch up on the decorative pillow, and it slid up to expose a sliver of pale, muscular flesh. Kagome’s gaze lingered far longer than she had planned, and Sesshomaru caught her gawking. A lecherous grin bloomed across his mouth, and Kagome quickly changed the subject, looking away pointedly. She felt, despite her blood being cold and sluggish in her veins, that she would begin to hotly blush.
“So wait. Kikyou told me that we- Ventrue I mean- can only feed upon one type of blood. When you killed that sailor, was he the right victim for you?”
“Yup.” Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Sesshomaru was still smirking smugly.
“Well, how did you know he was right? I mean, what are the odds you’d get it right with the first shot?” She kept her eyes glued on the laptop logo, refusing to let him win this emotional battle thinly veiled by words. Her hormones were dead and gone, right…?
“I didn’t. Instinct.”
“Well, how are he and I connected? What similarity do we share?” Kagome was sincerely perplexed; what in the world could she possibly have in common with a filthy nineteenth century American sailor?
Sesshomaru chuckled lowly. He rose up off of the couch, and Kagome’s eyes inadvertently flitted up at the sudden motion. His molten gaze caught hers, and he held it as he slowly peeled off his shirt, walking toward her. She quickly stood up and skirted around the table, backing into the kitchen as he stalked toward her. Before she could put in a word edgewise, she was pushed up against the kitchen counter, her back arched over the sink as her elbows braced upon the surface and fought to keep her semi-upright. Her shirt rose up indecently. He was bending over her, his pelvis pushing against hers, his hard chest pressed against her breasts. He had her trapped; his corded arms were planted on either side of her.
Her eyes involuntarily flitted down, and she saw that her hands, dangling limply at the wrists, were flushing pink. Her whole body was aflame and burning with the sudden blush. Her shock at the new development was quickly overshadowed when Sesshomaru bent his head down so that his cool lips were just barely pressed against her ear. A shudder went down her spine, and she was ashamed to realize that it was both out of fear and of a faint tingling of sexual stimulation.
“The blood that calls to my hunger…” he started, and he released one of her arms to draw his fingernails gently down the exposed flesh of her hip, causing the skin to rise in goosebumps in the wake of his touch, “…is that of the sexually promiscuous.” Without a further word, he drew away from her, and the expression on his face was even more self-satisfied than before, while her own, she was sure, was the perfect mask of mixed horror, embarrassment, and misplaced lust.
“W-what?” She drew her shirt back down, eyes blinking in rapid succession as if it would erase the disturbingly erotic images that popped up in her head. She was damned if she was getting some sort of hard-on for her murderer.
“You heard me,” he murmured as he drew his shirt back over his head. Her cheeks felt like red hot glowing beacons.
“Wait. No. Noooo, no no no no.” She stuck out a hand and shook her head, secretly hoping it would dispel this horrifyingly schoolgirlish response her body was having. “What the hell is this?” She gestured with a hand up and down her body.
“Well, that depends on what you’re asking. Are you asking for a scientific definition, or simply a man’s opinion?” His face was ever impassive, but she could see the merriment dancing in his eyes. He was enjoying her torment.
“Fuck off. You know what I’m talking about. It’s kinda hard to flush your skin when you don’t have a heartbeat. What is this?”
Sesshomaru pressed his lips together, and she almost thought he was going to walk away without telling her, that it was some sort of dangerous and fatal response. A fraction of a second later, she realized that he was doing it to keep from laughing aloud. Her eyes narrowed to slits.
He composed himself and said seriously, “It’s referred to as the ‘Blush of Life.’ It can be used, once mastered, to circulate consumed blood throughout the body to give the flesh a more realistic color so you can blend in with kine more easily while hunting. It brings the body a more… lively appearance.” Kagome let the new information sink in. Apparently she’d discovered some sort of vampire trick without even meaning it. She was caught off guard when Sesshomaru continued, but he couldn’t keep the laughter out of his voice. “Yours, however, seems like an involuntary response, akin to an octopus jetting out ink, or a man pissing his pants in terror.” The last few words came out almost as barks of laughter, and she wanted to kill him for making fun of her embarrassment and mortification.
“Yeah, fuck you. Go home, you creep. You have your own place, so go and laugh it up over there.” She began pushing him toward the door, and he only slightly resisted. She left him at the doorway and went back to retrieve his jacket, and she was ashamed to notice that it smelled like him. She shoved it in his hand, and his face was perfectly recomposed into the usual holier-than-thou smirk.
“That little demonstration… keep it in mind. Pleasures of the flesh are not limited to the living, little Ka. Go. Me,” he huskily intoned, and she could feel the blood rushing to the surface of her skin again. He leaned upon his arm in the door frame and gazed down at her.
“And by the way, it’s not really nice to call your master and creator a cree-“ Kagome slammed the door in his face before he could finish his sentence. He barely had enough time to pull his fingers out of the doorway.
She stalked back over to her little patio table and opened her laptop. Her fingers hovered over the keys, hesitating to type in the password to her email. A harsh sigh fell from her lips, and she quickly typed in the password, feeling foolish for being practically terrified by an email.
The computer unexpectedly dinged, and Kagome saw that she had a new email sitting at the top of her inbox: an email from one Kikyou Wakahisa. She felt her jaw go slightly slack. How the hell did Kikyou get her email address?
“Neonate,
You have begun to acclimate to your new existence well, I trust.
I have a small errand in Ocean Beach for you to run for me tomorrow evening. Past the parking lot at the end of Osprey Street is a small cliff. Hidden on the ground is the entrance to Rum Runner’s Cave, a small man-made cavern. There will be an important drop there early in the morning at 3am, around low tide. At the end of the cave, you will be meeting with a man named Mathias. Retrieve the parcel and bring it back to the Grant Hotel where I will be waiting in the penthouse suite.
I arranged for money for your transportation to be dropped in your mail box. I trust I need not tell you to bring a flashlight and wear proper footwear.
-KW”
Kagome closed the computer, plunging the apartment in darkness. The small clock by her television blinked 3:49. Two hours until sunrise. She unlocked her front door and strode out into the thankfully empty hallway. Sesshomaru was nowhere to be seen, so she spirited down the stairs to the mailboxes just inside the entrance of the building. She pried open the squeaky metal door and, sure enough, a large wad of cash was sitting in the box with a small accumulated pile of junk mail. She quickly pulled the stack out, checking the hallway for potential onlookers before dashing back up to her apartment. The junk mail was unceremoniously tossed onto the small table, and Kagome unclipped the folded money and began to count. There was over $500 in that single clip.
With a sigh, Kagome laid the money down upon her cluttered bedside table and crawled under the covers for an early sleep.
Her cell phone alarm woke her entirely too early it seemed. The screen flashed 11:00pm. Kagome rose out of her bed feeling sluggish and heavy, and the cramping feeling in her gut signified that she was experiencing the beginning signs of hunger pangs. She threw the blanket, used out of habit, from her body and slipped into a pair of shorts and a dark tank top before putting on her running shoes. She grabbed the wad of cash off of her bedside table and tucked her smartphone into her right pocket before leaning out her door to pick up the newspaper. One of the pages detailed a brutalized corpse found in the old part of Griffith Park in Los Angeles. Authorities were speculating that it was wolves. Kagome shuddered; she’d been camping in the mountains with Iris Page when she first came to the States, and the eerie howl of the wolves imprinted itself upon her psyche.
She waffled for two hours, and finally grew restless and left the apartment. When she walked out the front door of her building, she saw that there was already a taxi waiting there in the parking lot for her. It appeared that Kikyou was nothing if not thorough and prepared. Thoroughly prepared, really.
She slid into the back seat of the car, and the same driver from the previous night- the mysterious sunglasses-bedecked man with the gravelly voice- was sitting in the front seat. “Where to?” he asked simply, inclining his head so his dark shades appeared in the rear view mirror.
“Uhh, Ocean Beach?” Kagome supplied unhelpfully. The driver simply continued to stare at her in the mirror. “Honestly, I don’t have an address. I just need to go to the end of Oscar Street? Or was it Oriole? Ostrich? Sorry,” she floundered while mentally berating herself for not having the common sense to write down where she was going.
“Osprey. You’re going to Sunset Cliffs,” the driver interjected as he put the car in drive.
“That’s the one! You know where it ends?”
He said nothing more, but pulled out of the parking lot and into the street, so Kagome only assumed he had some idea of where he was going. The taxi flew down the streets. The night was humid, and a slight cool fog was rolling in from the ocean. Kagome found herself staring at the reflection of the light mist in front of the headlights on the street.
Soon enough, the taxi slowed and pulled into a dark parking lot across from a residential district. Kagome could see the black ocean just past the sliver of cliff by the lot. The driver put the car in park, waiting for the fare. Kagome handed him a few twenties from the money clip and exited the vehicle. She stood in the dark lot a while, listening to the pull of the ocean. Something, however caught her attention, and her head whipped to the right.
Metallic gnashing was coming from a teenager’s headphones as he skateboarded down Sunset Cliffs Boulevard toward her, and Kagome quickly darted forward toward the edge of the cliff and crouched to avoid detection. The teenager skidded to a halt and drew a small switchblade from his pocket. She could hear his breath speed up, and his eyes were visibly wide and alarmed. “The fuck was that?” he mumbled, a panicky edge to his voice. One foot was cocked up on the skateboard, and his muscles were tense and rigid.
Damn. She moved too quickly; no human could move that fast. There was no choice. She sprung up from the shadows toward the young man, who blindly sliced through the air with a shout of fright. Panicked, Kagome swiped out at the boy’s wrist to knock the weapon from his hand. However, she was unaware of the new strength her vampirism leant to her, and she could feel and hear the bones in his wrist splinter. He shrieked and fled north up the street, screaming.
Kagome’s stomach roiled and instinct took over. She quickly caught up to him and tackled him in the street. She fought the hunger churning in her gut and clamped a hand over his mouth while dragging him into the shadow beyond the parking lot. The thought of being caught never crossed her mind as she sank her teeth into his neck, and his writhing and struggling gradually slowed until his heartbeat ground to a halt. She stared at the body, horrified at her public feeding on a juvenile. She dragged the body backward, and carefully pushed it off of the cliff, where it landed with a thud on the newly exposed beach. Kagome noticed it was low tide, the time at which the email said that the drop would take place.
As she crouched on the ledge, she heard a car turn onto the boulevard. A police cruiser crept down the residential street, and Kagome’s mind jumped into high gear. She slunk along the rocky cliff for the entrance, and the car drew closer. Just before the headlights came around the bend to shine on her form, she saw a tiny hole in the ground, mostly covered by a smear of concrete over the rock, and she quickly slid inside. The rough cement scraped up against her, causing her to strangle a grunt of pain, but she forced her body through the tiny opening, and she dropped down onto a small stone staircase. She brought her phone out of her front pocket, hand shaking, and turned on the flashlight.
She could hear dripping from the small coves below the stone under her feet, and each cautious step she took seemed as loud as fireworks in her ears. There were small niches carved in the rock walls, some holding the melted remains of candles. One set of niches was carved in the shape of a skull, where two small red candles burned in the eye sockets. Kagome’s body went cold, and a sense of anxiety washed over her. Still, she pressed on, careful not to drop her phone into the holes in the floor that dropped several feet into small pools filled with stagnant, fetid seawater.
She came around a bend in the cave and hopped over a spot where the stone had nearly completely eroded away, and came to another short stone staircase leading down to a large cove, which was entirely enclosed save for the front which led out to the rocky and littered beach, which was no doubt submerged during high tide. In the echoing cavern was a thin, dark-haired man standing near the mouth of the cave next to a propane lamp.
Kagome approached over the slick rocks, and she tried to make her posture as straight and commanding as possible, contrary to the nervousness and nausea churning inside of her. When she came to stand in front of him, she saw that he had a kind face, and gave her a small smile. He seemed as nervous about the situation as she. Kagome said nothing.
“You’re pretty early. Mathias,” he whispered, and he held out a hand in greeting. Kagome reluctantly took it, completely aware of how warm his calloused fingers felt in her cold, hard hand. His dark, wavy hair was pulled back into a small queue, and the air around him exuded friendliness and charm. There were small laugh lines around his grey eyes.
“Kagome,” she murmured in response, and he squeezed her hand a little before reaching for the rock behind him. He produced a small sealed manila envelope.
“It’s a little cold out tonight,” he said with light laughter in his voice. “Did you wanna put on my jacket for a minute? Your hands were pretty cold.”
So he didn’t know about her, what she was... “No, no thank you,” Kagome politely demurred, gently taking the package from his hand. “I have to get going. Package to deliver, ya know?” she chuckled, keeping her eyes glued to the rocky ground as she felt heat flush her face. The seemingly genuine courtesy he was expressing was oddly refreshing. Kagome found herself wishing she could stay in the cave with this so-called “Mathias.”
“You have a tough time getting in here from topside? You’re a little scuffed up.” He lightly brushed at a scrape on her shoulder, and she flinched a bit. He pulled back with a little sheepish smile, thinking himself spurned.
“Uh, well,” she began awkwardly, gazing up through her lashes at him, “I’d better get going. Important, ya know, stuff to do I guess.” Smooth, Kagome. Smooth.
“Yeah, likewise. I’d better get outta here before the tide comes in,” he replied, and he shrugged his shoulders. “Take care, Kagome.”
She smiled, but said nothing as she quickly clambered up the stone steps and made her way back through the tunnels. She carefully felt around the edges of the envelope and discovered that the envelope contained nothing but a small rectangular shape in the bottom, most likely a flash drive. Kagome folded the envelope around the form and tucked the minimized package into her pocket as she approached the tiny entrance to the cave. She turned on her back and used her feet to push her body back through the opening head first. She took her time to wriggle through the tight space. Her palms planted on the rock outside to hoist herself up, and she carefully got to her feet.
Just as she righted herself and reached for the cellphone in her pocket, she heard a small click, and something cold and hard was pressed up against the back of her head.
“Move, and I’ll blow your unholy head off,” came a low, feminine voice from behind her. Kagome slowly raised her shaking hands in the air. The street and parking lot were completely empty and the neighborhood was dead quiet. What Kagome would give for that police cruiser to come back around…
“What’s in your pocket?” Kagome began to lower her hand to reach for the envelope, but she felt the cold metal pressed harder into her skull. “Don’t. Fucking. Move. What is in the pocket?”
“A-an envelope, ma’am.” She wished her voice didn’t sound so pathetic and quivering.
She felt the woman reach into her pocket and pull out the small folded package, the gun still held to her head.
Her unknown attacker clicked her tongue. “I’ll take that. Know, vampire, that you will burn forever in the fires of Hell.” The attacker’s voice took on a zealous, fanatical edge as she steered Kagome forward to the edge of the tall cliff overlooking the ocean. The gun pushed harder, forcing her head forward. Kagome stumbled and let out a whimper.
“One more filthy creature’s blood upon my hands, one more parasite purged from the Earth-“
A gunshot rang out, and an earsplittingly loud and shrill scream filled the air. Kagome fell to her knees and clapped her hands to her ears, jamming her eyes shut. It was her own shrieking, her own throat gone raw, but she couldn’t seem to stop. A hand pulled back on her shoulder, jarring her from her paralyzed terror, and she whirled away, attempting to scramble across the rock. The hand grabbed her again and whipped her around, revealing a very severe and-dare she say it- alarmed Sesshomaru with a small gun in hand.
“What was- what? What w…” she stammered and Sesshomaru kicked the assassin’s weapon toward the cliff’s edge before kneeling down by the facedown corpse. He turned the female over with one hand, her dark hair sliding back to reveal a bloody exit wound in the right temple. He yanked at the star-shaped pendant from her throat.
“…Shit,” he muttered under his breath.
“What? What?!” Kagome was frantic, and she was hovering behind him.
“This was a hunter. Society of Leopold.” His face was taut, and Kagome could tell he was highly troubled.
The Society of Leopold. The secret society of supernatural exterminators. What was it that Charlie said?
“The second they catch a whiff, they won't stop."
The world became muffled, and Kagome staggered away, collapsing at the edge of the cliff and vomiting over the side. A cascade of blood streamed from her mouth, and she felt Sesshomaru grab the back of her shirt to keep her from falling over the edge.
“Tsk, tsk. You know better than to feed on those that your blood doesn’t call to,” he admonished, and she heard the tension in his voice behind the effort at his usual nonchalance.
Kagome got to her feet shakily and roughly exhaled, suddenly too exhausted to reply to his teasing. She bent and eased the crumpled orange envelope from the dead woman’s hand, and when she stood back up, she heard loud sirens rapidly approaching. Blue and red flashing lights appeared from the north, and Sesshomaru pushed her forward into the parking lot.
“Go! Your cab is just two blocks down the road. Get the hell out of here.”
She sprinted across the street and ran through the dewy front yards. When she looked over her shoulder, she saw Sesshomaru quickly slip her attacker’s satchel from her torso, letting the corpse crash back down upon the ground before sprinting away so fast that he was barely visible. Kagome pushed her limbs to move faster, her feet pounding upon the ground until she saw her cab tucked just around the corner on Froude Street. She wrenched the door open and threw herself into the back seat, slamming the door shut. The driver immediately put the car in drive and flew up the street, out of sight of the two police cars.
Kagome saw his sunglasses in the rear view mirror, as he was watching her expectantly. “Grant Hotel,” she croaked, and resigned herself to staring numbly out the window, her limbs going limp.

Whew, this is a long chappie! This isn't actually the way I wanted the chapter to go, but the characters apparently had other ideas for me. In the next couple of installments (maybe next chap?) we'll be seeing some Anarch action, so fasten your seat belts, kiddies.
Fun fact, Rum Runner's Cave is an actual place in San Diego. It's recently been totally cemented over though, I think. I don't live there, so I'm just going by what I've read on the internet.
This chapter was inspired by the song "Bloodflowers" by The Cure.
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