The Haunting of the Manor by Hairann

The Haunting of the Manor

Title: The Haunting of the Manor

Author: Hairann

Theme: Unsung's Halloween Challenge

Genre: Dark/Horrorish/Poetry

AU/CU: Not sure lol

Rating: T

Warnings: Violence

Word Count: 647

POV: Jaken

Summary: Jaken recounts the haunting of his Lady Kagome while his Lord Sesshoumaru was away.

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This tale I seek to relay to you,

You shall find it hard to believe it's true.

None that came before and doubtfully after,

Responded with any laughter.

If you can but listen here,

I shall tell of a haunting so near.

My lord it sought to undo,

The bounds that chained him anew.

Mated to the girl he was,

The reason an unknown because.

But even as the years strengthened her hold,

There was another one ever so bold.

On the eve of his heir's birth,

The halls rang with her chilling mirth.

Decided she had to undo what was done,

Wishing she could become the one.

Just as the clock struck midnight, the 31st,

She stalked the halls with her new found thirst.

...

A dangerous enemy, she roamed the halls,

Ignoring their pleas to return and frantic calls.

She had but her mission in mind,

To take what she wanted and to her bind.

It mattered not what my lord might wish,

For her heart was as cold as a slimy fish.

Into his room she crept so silent,

Her claws raised, soon she would be violent.

Slashed the sheets into strips so unkind,

But the one she sought, she did not find.

Removed from her bed, just moments before,

My lady had been shuffled out the door.

Back into the hall she doth crept,

Hoping to find where my lady was kept.

The guards came hoping to find her there,

But she was already gone and the room was bare.

Across the hall and down the stairs she went,

Soon discovering my lady's scent.

...

Hidden within a secret room,

My lady prayed it would not be her tomb.

Far from there in a distant land,

My lord fought as freedom doth demand.

Unaware of his mate's plight,

He returned not from that ill timed fight.

And in her frenzy she attacked,

Into a corner my lady she backed.

Only one would live, they both knew,

And my lady, I prayed it be you.

But fight her off, did my queen,

Twas the bravest thing I had ever seen.

And from that room she ran away,

Only to return later that day.

When next she came, she had no fear,

Sure she would make the other disappear.

At my lady's throat she aimed her knife,

Determined to kill her lord's wife.

...

Outside the manor a great storm arose,

Bathing in shadows their tattered clothes.

Fight they did with tooth and nail,

Knowing only one could prevail.

Lightning struck and thunder boomed,

An eerie song to mark one as doomed.

An hour passed and then another,

As the two warred with each other.

The battle they fought, my lady did win,

As blood and sweat poured from her skin.

The fang she grabbed and plunged within,

The heart of the woman filled with sin.

As her heart slowed and her blood pumped free,

She whispered hoarsely to my lady.

“Never now nor in the future you'll be,

Free from this haunting misery.

Death you brought onto my soul,

And soon shall my revenge take its toll.”

...

Roaming the halls her spirit did dwell,

Haunting my lady with her oblique hell.

But soon my lord doth return,

And what transpired he did learn.

“Burn her body!” he called to all,

As he rushed through the hall.

Knowing it to be the only way,

For his mate to be free that day.

Searched they did high and low,

But it was lost, this body of their foe.

Unable to find what he sought,

My lord returned to his lady distraught.

“I'm sorry my mate, she can not be found,

But it is to this manor she is bound.

Leave here we shall and you'll be free,

Of her haunting memory.”

And so this manor they doth flee,

Leaving her spirit free to roam for eternity.