Hi Guys!!  This is my first Inuyasha fic so I hope you like it.  This fic is heavily based on "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and "The Last Vampire" book series.   

DISCLAIMER:  I do not own Inuyasha nor do I own Christopher Pike's "Last Vampire" series or "Buffy the Vampire Slayer". 

WARNING: This fic will contain violence, sex scenes, and some Yaoi, so you have been warned.

Tainted Glass

By: Serenestorm

Prologue:  In the beginning…

I am what so many have come to fear. 

A plague of mankind, twisted from darkness itself.  Few see me as evil, but most don't see me at all.  In fact, in this time, most do not even know I exist. 

I am a vampire.

And those that do find out what I am don't usually live to tell about it. 

That may sound mean, evil, but I do not think of myself that way.  I can be most loving, most passionate.  I can feel just as a human might, in fact I was human once, a long time ago, before the sphinx rose from the sands of Egypt. 

I am from that area, you know, I was born there.

It wasn't called Egypt then.

It was known as Siena. 

My people were of ancient China and they migrated to Siena fifty years after the birth of the first Pharaoh.

Siena accepted them, and their customs, incorporating them into its' already rich culture. 

I was born almost a hundred years after, a prince.  My lineage had long ago been mingled with that of the royal family, when my great grandfather took my great grandmother for his bride, making her queen of all Siena.

My childhood was mostly uneventful, as the life of a prince would be.

I was spoiled, given everything begetting of my title. 

On my fifth birthday I was named heir to the throne.

That was the year when everything changed.

That was the year I met my destiny.

That was the year I met my end.

I remember well the day that changed my life.  I was of course ease dropping.

I was on my way to the gardens when I happened by my father's conference room.  He was in there with his most trusted advisor and from the sound of his voice I knew he was upset.

This was a new concept for me.

I had never known my father to be upset over anything.

You see, my father is Pharaoh; the Pharaoh fears nothing for he is the descendent of the great sun god. 

But my father clearly sounded afraid that evening.

And when I heard him whisper the name, Bodoga, I knew why.

Bodoga was of the negative path, a group of what people would think of now as devil worshipers. 

Bodoga's were worse than any occult.  Their priests were very powerful, maybe even as powerful as the priests of Ramasta. 

Ramasta was the path of the divine, the religion that most of Siena followed.

Yet in times of peril, people often forget their gods and forfeit their religions. 

My people had suffered an extreme plague.  It had taken many lives, including the life of my mother and unborn sibling.  She died while delivering the day before and her child died inside her.

My father's priests were unable to lift the plague so my father, desperate to save his people, turned to a Bodogan priest.

The Bodogan told him that the plague was caused by a Youkai demon and in order to end the plague a stronger demon would have to be summoned to destroy the Youkai.  My father agreed to it and gave the priest what he had asked for, the body of his dead wife.

I believe, even now, that that priest had to have somehow enchanted my father, cause I can not believe that he would so willing hand over the body of the woman he loved most in the world. 

The ritual was to be held soon though, that night, and my father had picked a fine time to have doubts. 

I listened as he told his advisor where the ritual would be held. 

He was to attend.

Even though he had doubts, he would allow the ritual to go through.  I think he believed that the Bodogan priest could bring my mother back to life.

I planned to attend as well.

I would follow my father and his men, and see exactly what this monster would do to my mother's body.

Night came quickly, and I forged sleep when my father came to my room. 

I remember him sitting beside my bed, for what seemed like hours, but was more like a few minutes.  He kissed my forehead softly and as soon as he left I wiped the mark.

I hated him then. 

I still hate him, even to this day, for allowing that Bodogan to use my mother in such a way.

I put on my darkest cloak and drifted out into the night, carefully staying out of the sight of my father and his guards.  They entered a clearing that seemed to glow from the light of the full moon.  The Bodogan priest and three others stood in a circle around a jade altar on which my mother laid.  I held back in the shadows, which obstructed their view of me but not my view of them.

The Bodogan priests began to chant incantations similar to the ones we song to Ramasta, yet different, wrong.

After some time I realized that the chant was backwards, they were saying the Ramastan incantation yet in reverse.  I could see my father, as he looked on uncertainly. 

I could almost feel what he and his men were thinking.  They were afraid for their very souls.

This was sacrilege, a blasphemy against Ramasta, yet my father made no move to stop it.

The chants became louder and at every climax, the Bodogan priest would hit the belly of my mother, as if trying to awaken something inside of her.

And finally a strong gust of wind entered the clearing, and with it came the foulest odor I had ever smelled.

The Priests became silent as if waiting for something to happen.

And something did.

My mother sat up, or perhaps I shouldn't call her my mother.  For the woman that sat up on that altar held none of my mother's beauty.

Her eyes were vacant and her smile was so wide it seemed to cover her entire face.

Her eyes searched to clearing falling on each man present before looking directly at me.

And, if possible, it seemed that her smile became wider.

I shivered under her gaze and was glad when she finally turned away. 

She grabbed the Bodogan priest quickly.  And as much as he struggled, he could not break her hold.

I heard my father call her name in horror.  He and everyone else seemed frozen in place.

She lowered her head to the priest's throat and bit down.  Blood dripped from his neck as if from a stream and his screams broke the silence of the night.

The other priests ran not wanting to meet the same fate.  My father's men wanted to run, but could not leave their Pharaoh, who stood as if rooted by the sight of his mate sucking the Bodogan priest dry.

Finally she stopped her feeding and twisted the priest's head clear from his body.  She gave me one more glance before falling back on the altar, dead to the world.

After a minute, my father warily approached the altar.

He poked her with his blade and prepared to flee at the first sight of movement.

She didn't move though, it seemed that whatever magic had brought her to life died with the priest.

It was then that he noticed movement from her stomach. 

He glanced back at his men in amazement and a smile appeared on his face.

"My child is alive".  I heard him say. 

Yet when he went to cut the child from my mother's stomach, I decided to make my presence known.

"Father, no"!  I yelled running into the clearing.

He and his men looked surprised to see me but before he could chastise me or question my being there I cut him off.

"You cannot allow that child into this world". 

"That child, Inuyasha, is your sibling.  How can I not try to save it?" 

I looked up at him then, wondering just how stupid my father was.

"Nothing living can come from the dead.  That is not my sibling, just as that monster was not my mother.  That thing in her belly is the demon the Bodogan summoned." 

I replied, my brown eyes boring into those of my father's. 

"Remember when your aunt died before giving birth to your cousin.  Living can come from the dead, son.  If we kill this child it could incur bad karma.  I have already gotten enough of that for allowing this to happen, Ramasta forgive me.  I cannot make another mistake". 

I looked around into the faces of my father's men.  They seemed torn.  Some of them seemed to agree with me at the same time they were afraid of gaining more bad karma. My father sighed then and handed me his blade.

"If you truly believe that this child is evil strike it down.  No man here will hold it against you". 

I looked at my father as if he had lost his mind.  My father had always considered me wise.  At some times he even asked my advice.

But I was only five years old, a child.  What he was asking me to do was unthinkable. 

My father smiled slightly and took back his blade.  Perhaps my father was not as ignorant as I thought he was.

He then proceeded to cut the child from my mother's womb.

A baby's cry broke into the night and my father's men bowed in the presence of their new prince.

I refused to hold my new little brother, but I did concede to name him.

"He will be called Sesshoumaru for he has the soul of a demon".      

My father frowned but did not dispute the name I gave "his child".  Most present took it as a bad omen, for Sesshoumaru in our tongue meant "Of the Demons".

And so that was the beginning.

As I said earlier, I met my fate that night for even then I knew my destiny would be held in the hands of my brother.

So what do you think?  Should I continue?

Let me know.

BTW:  It may not seem like it a first, but this is an Inuyasha/Kagome pairing.  And I know that Sesshoumaru is older than Inuyasha but this is AU so, oh well.