Blood for Blood by Seren1tystar01

Fright Night

Hello all. This is a new story that has been plaguing my mind for months now and I couldn't resist the pull of it any longer. I know that I should currently be working on Soul Consumption, but this story needed out of my head and I didn't have much choice in the matter. I hope you like it and I also have a few of the chapters pre written so I can post this story much faster than my others. If you like this, please let me know and if you don't, do the same. I would love to hear from my readers. Their encouragement keeps me going and constructive criticism is always welcome.

As always, I do not own Inuyasha and company so please do not sue, you wouldn't get anything out of it anyway. LOL.

Blood for Blood

Chapter 1

Fright Night

Panting harshly in the waning light, I glance behind me once again hoping that I am finally alone, but the crack of a twig off to my left only a few feet away makes my heart thunder loudly in my chest. My blood is pounding through me with such force I can't hear anything save my rapid heartbeat. A new burst of speed is the effect of the lingering adrenaline coursing through my veins and still I refuse to be deterred. Where is everyone? Why am I the only one this thing is chasing? Why the hell did it pass up everyone in favor of chasing after a priestess with absolutely no training?

Dodging trees and underbrush tearing at my clothes and skin, I veer sharply to the left in hopes of confusing him enough for me to get away. Trying to concentrate on masking my scent would be fabulous at the moment, but I just started learning how to do it and now I can't even remember what to chant! Blah!

Swerving toward the stream I can hear trickling down the mountain off to my right, I decide that my only chance at not becoming this guy's next meal is submerging myself in the water to make my scent abruptly end. Hoping that I make it that far, I see a clearing up ahead and know that if I make it through the wide birth of the clearing; I will make it to the stream ahead.

Sweat gathers on my brow and I can feel the dampness on my back and in the valley of my breasts. I know that the adrenaline rush I am using to my advantage is quickly losing its potency. My heartbeat staccato's in my chest and my harsh pants fill the air and still I refuse to quit. I am determined to make it back to camp in one piece.

I enter the clearing and then a cold breeze blows right through me and suddenly my hunter is no longer behind me, but at the other end of the clearing with a sadistic smirk gracing his features.

Oh how I would love to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. Who the hell does he think he is?

Coming to an abrupt halt and panting slightly in response to my lengthy hike through Inuyasha's forest, I breathe deeply to calm myself. I refuse to show him that I am scared shitless! I know that he can smell my fear as easily as the trees surrounding me, or the nest resting on the top of the tree I just passed full of baby hatchlings, but I don't give a damn! There is always something or someone that will be bigger, better and faster than me, but I will not give up! I am not just fighting for me, I am fighting for my family and friends. Which brings me to something that has been bothering me ever since I first laid eyes on this beautiful demon after me. What the hell? I don't want to believe my eyes, but I couldn't have been imagining things, could I?

Why is it that this is the first time I ever considered that there could be such things as vampires and werewolves and other mythical creatures when I have seen much more deadly things here on this side of the well? And all of them were considered myths and legend before I saw them here in this time.

Surely if there are such things as demons, especially demons like Naraku and Kagura, not to mention the hordes of other demons we have defeated over the past four years, then there could quite possibly be such a thing as a vampire.

So why is this the first time I have ever seen one?

I wonder if he is as old as Sesshomaru. Could he be older?

Using a critical eye, I look over him with a scrutinizing glare. He has long midnight black hair that is blowing softly on the wind behind him that flows nearly to the very ground he stands on. He is wearing a black and silver hakama and haori set that contrasts nicely with his well defined shape and pale skin, if I do say so myself. Broad shoulders, high cheekbones, a narrow waist and long legs that look remarkably strong. His eyes are his most striking feature and currently their icy blue depths are blending with a midnight black that rivals that of his hair. What catches my eyes the most though, is the set of protruding fangs that glisten in the light. They are as long as his chin and even from this distance I can just tell they are sharp as hell.

His hakama and haori are solid black with what looks to be silver slashes sown into the fabric. It looks almost as though there is a deliberate pattern to it, but at the moment I have other things to worry about, such as the fact that he is now walking calmly toward me.

Determined not to back down, regardless of my staccato heartbeat and panting breaths, I face him with a fierce determination in my eyes. If it is my time to die, I will do so on my own terms.

Gathering my reiki around me in a deliberate arc that surrounds my body, I hope he will get the point that I am not someone to be trifled with, but apparently he isn't one of the smartest of his kind. Damn! Steeling my courage, I mold my energy into a tightly knit ball of pure power. If this is to be my last stand then dammit I am taking him with me!

If you ask me later how it is I managed such control over my powers, I will still have no idea how, but it made me feel powerful and worth more than I am given credit for, if for only a moment.

Readying a battle stance, I only pray that he was alone when he decided to grace our camp with his presence and then I practically growl in my fierce desire to live through this night. Which by the way, if I do manage to come out of this alive, I swear that Inuyasha will need weeks to heal what I am gonna do to him.

*Flashback*

I am startled awake by the crack of a twig that is only a foot away from my sleeping bag. Opening my eyes abruptly and rising into a sitting position, I look around the camp and discover that I am the only one who noticed that loud crack. Oddly enough, it doesn't bother me in the slightest and I begin to ease back down to the ground and close my eyes when I hear it again, only this time it is much closer to the camp then last time, almost as if it is right beside me.

My eyes fly open and then I am suddenly being hypnotized by the most erotic pair of blue black eyes I have ever seen. The colors seem to swirl together and for some reason I cannot be bothered to look away. He has fine black eyebrows and a deeply penetrating gaze as he seems to peer into my very soul before relinquishing his hold on me with a simple blink of his eyes.

Rising out of my sleeping bag, I notice that Shippo didn't even move an inch in the entire time that I have been up. Looking around the campsite I immediately get a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. No one is moving. Not even Inuyasha. He is just sitting on his branch far up in the tree, snoring softly to himself and I turn wary eyes toward Sango and Miroku, only to discover them in much the same situation. It is as if they have a sleeping spell or something of the sort on them and I am the only one unaffected. Could it be true?

Turning sharply to our unwanted guest, I am startled to discover he is mere inches away from my face, his piercing eyes gazing deeply into mine once again, only this time I know what he is trying to do, so I look quickly away. Suddenly, a soft wind blows into the campsite and then he is no longer in front of me, but right beside me. I flinch as he leans down closer to my face, expecting him to attack and trying to ready myself for anything, but what he does is something that is far worse than attacking.

The fangs in his mouth lengthen considerably and then I feel them begin to settle near my pulse point. My fear spikes to new heights as I shudder involuntarily at the close contact. Suddenly, he backs off and instead leans heavily toward me and whispers into my ear with a deadly beautiful voice.

"Run priestess."

Needing no further prompting from this deadly demon, I take flight immediately. Dashing through the forest at breakneck speeds, I pay no mind as the branches from the trees and the foliage on the ground, tear into my flesh. Knowing that I am running for my life is a serious motivator and I don't even fall when I nearly break my ankle in a rut on the ground. I stumble slightly as I nearly lose my balance, but I hear his light chuckle in the air and know he is far too close to me for comfort, so I push forward.

I know my way around most of the area in Inuyasha's forest, but I have absolutely no idea in which direction I am running. For all I know I could be running either straight for Kaede's village or a trap set by the demon chasing me.

Screaming out my frustration when I again feel him come far too close for comfort, I demand to know what kind of demon he is and am shocked to hear his amused response almost directly behind where I was only moments before.

"I am what is called a Blood demon, priestess."

Turning abruptly, I pick up my pace and head into what I can only assume is a north western direction and pray to all the Kami I can think of that he somehow loses sight of me.

Glancing around me wildly, I nearly scream in fright when he bursts through the trees directly in front of where I am running. Skidding to a halt, I turn more towards the west and once again flee into the night. Dodging trees and large foliage, I come to a complete stop when his words finally register in my fear crazed brain.

"Blood demon...is that the same thing as a Vampire?"

"Why priestess, how did you know the given name of my people, without first becoming one? Only those within our family know the true name of our ancestors."

With a loud 'EEP!' I turn around abruptly and come face to face with this beautiful demon and can't help the startled gasp that tumbles from my throat. He is standing only inches away from me and the depth of his eyes once again try to hypnotize me. Shaking my head to clear it of the sudden fog that has rolled in, I dart forward with as much speed as I am capable of and then turn sharply to the left at the last second hoping to catch him off guard. When he begins to react to my first movements, I immediately turn around and use my knee to hit him in the groin so hard his mother will feel it, before quickly darting into the nearby foliage, desperate to get away when his loud growl of pain floats past the clearing and into my frightened ears.

Dashing through the nearest trees and coming into a clearing surrounded by moonlight on all sides that leaves me feeling extremely vulnerable, makes me pick up the pace. Almost to the middle of the clearing, a harsh wind blows past me and then suddenly he is no longer behind me, but standing mere inches from my person. A sadistic smirk plays on his face and I can't help the shudder that passes through me when I realize that it's now or never.

*End Flashback*

Taking a deeply calming breath, I steady myself and then let loose a small spark of my gathered power to watch for his reaction time. I am far from stupid. I know that with this demon's quick reflexes I will only get one chance at this. If I miss him, I can kiss my sweet ass goodbye and all I can say is DAMMIT! I am still a virgin for fuck sakes! I'm going to be thoroughly displeased if this ends badly for me....

He continues his slow approach and I can only assume he is trying to force me into making a mistake, as in attacking without thought, like Inuyasha is so fond of doing. I, however have never been prone to running face first into any conflict, regardless; therefore, I will stand my ground and react to whatever comes my way.

Speak of the devil, he has suddenly stopped his approach. Not knowing whether that is a good or bad thing, I tense my muscles and slowly begin to inch toward my opponent. With any luck, my reiki will turn him to dust long before I reach his position.

He raises an eyebrow at my slow progress and he suddenly reminds me of the polar opposite of Sesshomaru, Lord of the Western Lands. Perhaps they know each other? They could have grown up together with such similarities between them and then suddenly I cannot help the giggle that bubbles to the surface when I imagine them as two adolescent demonic hellions reeking havoc upon any and all who have the displeasure of getting in their way.

Immediately realizing my error, I stop my mirthful thoughts and glance to his delicious eyes. Wait, what? Did I just think he has delicious eyes? Is that even possible? Then I hear my conscience sneer one word.....Obviously!

Sneering right back I mutter obscenities under my breath until I can't hear it bothering me anymore and then realize that he has one eyebrow raised in silent question to what I can only assume are my thoughts. Not daring to give him the satisfaction of dignifying his silent question with a response, I snort softly in his direction and smirk in delight when the black in his eyes becomes much more prominent.

Shuddering in disgust when his eyes no longer carry any light, but look like two soulless pools of evil, I flex my fingers at the same time my reflexes scream at me to dodge quickly to the left. Widening my eyes at the sudden thought, I decide to stop thinking about it and just assume my instincts are simply trying to prolong what little life I might have left.

Using the momentum of my movements, I quickly thrust my fist into his stomach and launch an all out assault with my reiki, determined to turn him to ash long before I draw my last breath.

Unfortunately, his reflexes are far superior to mine and within moments, I am laying on the ground with this beautiful yet deadly creature straddling my waist. Cursing softly under my breath, I am disgusted once again when I see the burns fading from his flesh as I lay helpless to stop it. He has my arms pinned beneath his legs and therefore I cannot call my power and the amusement dancing in his eyes only proves that he knows I can do nothing.

I am so angry at this point that I growl lowly in my throat and watch in fascination when his expression changes from one of a predator about to feast on his prey, to one of thoughtful contemplation before his stoic mask once again graces me with its' presence. I swear, Sesshomaru and this man must be long lost brothers. Perhaps I should ask him if he is the illegitimate son of the late InuTaisho? Could Fluffy and Inu have a brother they don't know about? I wonder......

Nah! I am sure they would just get offended. Oh well, I have more important things to worry about at the moment, like the way his fangs are gleaming in the moonlight and how impossibly white they are. God!

Wriggling underneath him, I gasp in pain when I feel sharp claws rake against my side. Stopping my actions immediately, I glance toward his eyes once again and see that there is now some ice blue shining within their depths.

He suddenly leans down so that I can feel his breath ghosting over the skin of my neck. My heart flutters in my chest and I feel my skin warm at his close proximity then I shiver involuntarily when his long rough tongue snakes out of his mouth and drags a heated path from the pulse in my neck to my temple before pulling away.

I hear a soft moan fly away on the breeze that sounds awfully familiar and then to my absolute horror, I realize suddenly that it had come out of my mouth. Flushing darkly at the implications, I refuse to meet his stare and can only assume he is getting ready to finish me off when the most peculiar thing happens.

This deathly calm overtakes my mind and I relax in the grasp of this demon. Perhaps I can win yet. Feeling his grip loosen almost immediately, I tense my muscles and buck my hips up as forcefully as possible without breaking any bones in the process and yell victoriously when he is thrown unceremoniously onto the forest floor. Before he can react to what I have just done, I roll over and straddle him, trapping his claws beneath my legs in the process and smile triumphantly down at his grinning form...

Wait....grinning?

Did I miss something? What the fuck is he smiling about? He couldn't possibly have known what I was going to do, could he? Damn! There is only one way for me to find out.

"What is so funny?"

His wicked grin at my question nearly makes me lose my breath. God, but he is a handsome demon. Why do they all have to be so unearthly beautiful?

Apparently he saw my confusion and decided to humor me because only moments after I ask my question, I hear his soft spoken reply. His voice is like a sensual caress against my already heated flesh and I cannot help the shudder that passes through me at the sound.

"Priestess, you have such fire and passion, such courage and conviction! Any other would have given into my whims long ago and yet you still have the will to fight me. I must say that you are indeed a breath of fresh air and it would be a pleasure to turn you."

Recognition flashes in my eyes and I stiffen noticeably before glaring dangerously at the demon beneath me. Gritting my teeth in frustration, I feel my reiki pulse beneath my skin and react without hesitation to purify this sick bastard for daring to make me into the undead. I refuse to be another Kikyo!

Flexing my fingers, a blue violet light appears against my palm and spreads to each digit on my hand. Using my pointer finger, I touch the flesh near his temple and begin to drag it slowly against his burning skin and watch as his eyes once again turn as black as night. He starts to growl dangerously and even though I do not know exactly what he is saying, I know a threat when I hear one.

But instead of adhering to his demands to stop my actions immediately, I decide to continue my ministrations to see how much of my reiki it will take before he is unconscious or dead, whichever comes first.

Not usually one to administer pain and discomfort to anyone, regardless of what they have done to me or my friends, this guy just doesn't know when to quit. There is no way in hell that I will become the walking dead. I will purify myself first dammit!

But to my utter astonishment, he suddenly relaxes in my hold and begins to purr against the palm of my hand, even as my purifying energy turns his once perfect face into a mass of burning flesh. Of course, it heals almost just as fast, but I refuse to be deterred. This is such a strange creature.

First he looks ready to rip me apart for my audacity for trying to purify him and then he practically purrs his contentment. What's the deal with this guy? I swear, all he would have to do is crawl into my lap and I would start to rub him behind the ears. Now that brings some interesting visual aspects into this once drab encounter, wouldn't you agree?

Getting back to topic, I shake my entertaining thoughts and resume making this demon beneath me purr in contentment, although I have no idea why. Perhaps he is in fact a sadomasochist and is one of the first of many. That would explain a lot.....hmmm.

Of course, this will have to come to an end sooner or later and since I am out in the middle of Inuyasha's forest in my cutie short and tank pajama set that leave little to the imagination and it is well past sunset, I decide that now is as good a time as any to finish this.

It is truly a shame that this beautiful, albeit deadly creature will have to die tonight. He would have made an excellent mate to someone.....

"What is your name Vampire?"

His contented purring stops abruptly and I feel a great sense of loss for some reason, but before I can give the reaction much thought, it disappears as if never there in the first place. Oh well, now where was I? Ah yes....looking toward his face and waiting for a reply to my question, I notice his blue black eyes are distracting in their intensity. If I were a lesser being that didn't know better than to get caught in that obvious trap, I would surely have been dinner by now.

Startled by a deviously sensuous voice that is far too sexy for my sanity; I glance toward him once again and pause in my ministrations to consider his words carefully.

"My name is of no consequence. However, if it is truly your desire to hear it, stop this nonsense. I will tell you what you want to know. I will expect a name in return of course, but after that I will never bother you again if that is your wish."

Knowing that I have been doing something for the past few minutes that I never even considered could or would happen during my long stay in the feudal era, I release him almost as if my reiki turned against my own hand.

Jumping away from him as quickly as possible, I stand tall with my head held high at the same time as I gather another large surge of energy to the palm of my hand. If he changes his mind about leaving me in peace, then I will just have to remind him that it is not polite to go back on your word, nor is it beneficial to ones' health.

He stands so quietly that I don't even notice he is only a few feet away until I can practically feel his hot breath blowing dangerously close to my flushed skin.

Trembling at the delicious tingles that course through my entire body, I turn to him with an expectant look in my eyes. I will not repeat myself and I am tired of being his sole source of amusement for the evening, thus my temper is precariously close to the surface.

"You may call me Velenor, priestess. Now, tell me your name so that I can remember it always as the one that resisted my charms, for I assure you it will never happen again."

His wicked grin causes me to flush hotly and I cannot help the shiver that races along my spine as the sensual sound of his voice once again feels like an intimate caress between lovers.

I know he can smell what he is doing to me. Surely, it is not mere coincidence? He has to know that every word out of his mouth sets my blood on fire. I can feel the dampness between my legs and know without a shadow of a doubt he can smell my arousal from a long way off.

I wonder what game he is playing then. Why is he saying that I am immune to his charms when he knows I am obviously far from it? Perhaps he is trying to distract me long enough to lower my guard?

Giving him a wary look and seeing no expression in his eyes to give away his intentions, I sigh agitatedly to myself before answering his question.

"My name is Kagome."

Not even two seconds after the words leave my mouth, his sharp claws are dangerously close to piercing the flesh of my neck and my body is nearly being crushed from the way he slams me back into a nearby tree.

Trying to stifle the gasp of surprise at his reaction to my name, I do my best to open my eyes and search out his own, demanding answers silently. The energy in my hands dissipated when he surprised me and having lost enough of my concentration to keep it on the surface, I am defenseless against this demon who would take my life tonight.

His eyes narrow in response to my silent questions and I almost fear for my life, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of winning, so I steel my resolve and glare defiantly into his face with as much courage as I can muster.

His soft chuckle startles me and I would ask him what is so funny again if I had the use of my throat at the moment. Unfortunately, all I can see are white spots forming in my vision and all I can do is hang two feet off the ground because of the height difference between us.

Apparently sensing my distress, he loosens his hold minutely and I take in a few deep gasping breaths before returning my gaze to his face, all the while continuing to give him a defiant look.

I will not cower in the face of this demon. I do not cower in front of Sesshomaru, Lord of the Western Lands, much to his dismay, so I adamantly refuse to do so in front of this demon.

Suddenly, I feel sharp teeth dig into my neck and I gasp in surprise and anger before I feel my holy energy coming to the rescue. However, to my utter shock and dismay, almost as soon as the power rises to the surface so that I can use it in my defense, it begins to fade.

Feeling my body begin to sag at the loss of blood and now not having any defense against what is happening, I slowly resign myself to my fate. There is nothing I can do about it now. I will die tonight without ever knowing the touch of a man. Fabulous!

Alright everyone, that is the end of the first chapter. I hope you liked it and if you did, let me know because I have a few chapters of this story prewritten. If I get enough responses I will post within the next few days. I don't want you to feel as though you are being blackmailed, but I have no other choice in the matter. It seems that now because of the new rules to this site, many people do not feel the need to review after they have read a story. The last story I posted had five hundred hits on the first day and absolutely no one reviewed. That tells me that either my story is no good, or the site has made it too troublesome for people to take the time to review. If I don't get any reviews I will not continue this story. I love this storyline and believe that it is truly unique, but if no one tells me they like it as well, I have no reason to continue it. I do hope that I am wrong and people will review, but I am no longer going to keep my hopes us.

A special thanks go to Sada, Paganstar21 and my cousin Diana, for all their support in the writing, grammar and ideas for this and my other stories. You all are my muses and this story and my others would only be notes and thoughts on paper if it weren't for you three fabulously gifted individuals. I love you all.....