I just wrote this to get rid of my writer's block. Nevertheless, I will appreciate it if you could review.

Why did I love him? People often asked me why. He rescued me from death's clutches and let me followed him. I had a second chance at life, and a better one. He gave me what people often wished for, and did not abuse me.

Why did I love him? His beauty, no, his perfection, stunned me. Those amber eyes that were void of emotions and pierced me to the core. His face with the two marks on each side. His pointed ears and fanged mouth. His deadly claws hidden by those long sleeves turned many away. His wisdom was above all others. His suspicious, focused, forever plotting mind amazed me with each day.

Why did I love him? How could I not? I was forever in his debt, forced to follow him till my time has come. Forced? No, I wasn't forced. I would have gladly followed him anyways. To serve him was what I took pride in. I would have followed him to the end of the earth. To serve my master, until the gods above decided I was to be no more.

Maybe I loved him because he was the one person who I knew the longest. Would I still have loved him if he wasn't? I remember the words of the resurrected priestess who rescued me once. "Your love is in vain. Demons love no humans, taking pride in only killing them. You are nothing to him, but a mere worthless toy. You would be the nanny of his children, not the mother." How naïve I was back then, firmly stating that I believed in my lord, stating that he was honorable.

Did I believe that now? No, I did not. As I grew older, my hair turning gray, my speed, and agility, slowing down, I realized the truth. I was a toy, something to amuse him by spouting nonsense and affirming him that humans were fools. I would be no more than a mere memory that was hazy when I died. He would live on for centuries along with his demon mate.

Whose fault was it? My pain, my sorrow, my unrequited love, was my fault. I was a fool to believe in my dream, my most secret desires. He would not bring a half demon into this world, another one to taint his family's bloodline. His half brother has already done that. He, a proud demon, would not settle down with something so below his status. He, who had already forgotten about his first loyal servant, was not likely to remember me.

I remember the toad demon that served him. The person who took care of my when my lord was off. The person who took a fatal blow that was aimed for me. I was forever in his debt too, so I promised him the only thing I had to offer. I would never forget him. I kept my promise, keeping my memory of him treasured forever in my mind, afraid to lose it like my master. I often wished that he would return, to care for me, and argue as we used to do. No matter how many times I wished for this, the dead would be the dead, never to see the light again. I must keep my promise.

Now as I stare off into space I realized something. I still loved him. He, who took another into his care, who announced to me that the new demon would be his mate, who could not care less about his deceased servant, who shattered my heart with those simple words: "She is my mate." Was I to wallow in grief forever, when I had a mistress to serve? No, I swore secretly that I would forever follow him. To serve him until the day I passed on. To serve him until the earth itself disappeared. To serve him and the woman that caught his eye after a few months.

I was not blind. I caught the secret glances she threw to my lord. It pained me when I saw him returning those glances with secretive smiles. I was not a fool. When she vomited every morning after a few months, I knew then that I would never rise beyond the status of a servant. Her belly grew fat with puppies. I was left out.

I was still young then. Nevertheless, I was smart enough to know that I was not needed. I packed my bags and left the Western Lands behind me.

He tracked me down effortlessly. I was punished. I was confined to my rooms for a month. I did not mind. I was punished before, when I was still a small child, void of manners that was not expected until I was thirteen.

However, I was never scolded so coldly. He actually told me that I was worthless, and that I should know by now to never run away again, or else he would track me down and feed me to the wolves that I was terrified of. Therefore, from that day on, I was changed.

People often said my eyes contained an innocent sparkle. Now they said my eyes were dull, as if I no longer had a soul. My face that was usually happy and healthy looking; now looked like my master, devoid of any emotions. The one thing that my pet dragon missed the most was my singing. I never sang again, for I was terrified that it would annoy my lord and lady. The warm caresses and pretty flowers that I showered upon my dragon ceased too. The Lady of the Western Lands had said that she detested flowers.

I was aware of suicide. Many times I went into a village I heard of a lonely person had killed themselves. That had not made sense to me. Why would they willingly give up their lives? I was puzzled, and no one would explain to me why.

I know knew why. They wanted to escape reality. Their heartaches were so strong and their sadness so powerful that they wanted to end their eternal grief. I know this because I once tried it a few months after my plan to run away failed.

The servants had caught me, but I pleaded to them not to tell my lord. They were hesitant to keep something important from my master, but in the end, they gave in. I was like their child and sister, their lady to serve before she came along and took my place. I treated them with respect, so they did as I wished. I think we all knew somewhere in our mind that it would not work.

I was right. Our secret was discovered. How foolish I was to think that my lord's keen senses (even keener than the dogs that were not demons and the ones that were) would detect the lies and secrecy. He was most angered, and I witnessed his dark side for the first time. His eyes turned red, his claws seem longer, and then he transformed. I stood mortified at the gigantic white dog with the poison dripping dangerously. I was a fool to think that I could ever hide anything as long as I stay in his care.

Therefore, I packed by bags one more time and left to seek out my lord's half brother and his mate. I went to the legendary village and they took me in. I stayed in the village to this day, earning my keep by caring for the children and helping out the priestess.

My lord's half brother does not trust me completely, but his mate assures me that he does not hate me. I am very grateful for the shelter and food, but I still feel restless in this village. Guilt plagues me, because I know that my lord is sure to be angry that someone took what is his.

I cannot blame him for being angry because of that, but I wish that he would let me rest in peace. He does not need me, and I don't need him. Nevertheless, I feel this emptiness in my heart that I cannot explain. It is there everyday, and it reminds me of my younger days, when I experienced it occasionally.

I explained it to the priestess and she said that it is because I am lonely. I am old, older than most humans should be in the feudal era, and still do not have a husband. I could not have a husband anyways, I explained to her. Girls were married off when they were thirteen to seventeen years old. I was in the care of my lord at those ages, and no one dared approach me in fear of him. That is why the only person I had to love was my lord, and he mated already.

The priestess listened carefully to my story, and said thoughtfully, "It seems to me that you are not only lonely, but jealous of your lord's mate. It is natural to be that." I listened as she said this sagely, and nodded my head as if I understood.

I did not understand her one bit though. Could I have been envying my lady all along? Even if I was, what could I do? My lord had hung up his armor and put away his swords forever, so the only way to reach him was to go to his castle by the seas. The castle that was heavily guarded and none had ever dared to approach but the most desperate and foolish.

I made up my mind and packed my bags. I would leave tonight, under the cloak of darkness so no one could persuade me to abort my plans. I would borrow a horse, since I could barely walk at the age of fifty. It would be a hard two-week journey, but I would do it. The darkness has arrived, and the hunter has set off.

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Should I make this a multi-chaptered story? I was planning to, but I don't know if it is good enough. Please tell me! I think my writers block is gone!

Thanks to my friends Shiningstarangel and Polly for introducing me to Inuyasha! I owe you people big!

Wow! Three pages long! If I get less than three reviews, this would be a long short story that is incomplete.

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-Full Moon