(Prologue?) - Cycle of Blood

A/N: I'll put this as completed first but...I was thinking of making it a crossover with Lord of the Rings...Kagome dies but is placed/revived in another world, her past is full of angst, drama etc...I already have a general gist of it... The genre and Summary will also change...and if people want me to continue then I will, just review/comment and tell me...

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, it belongs to its respective author. I only own this plot and any OC's I may or may not add.

He pulled her onto his chest, his embrace. He thought she didn't notice the way his eyes glinted, the way his mouth ever so slightly twitched upward as he held a discreet dagger behind him. And truthfully she was fine with that. She was fine with being killed, being murdered in cold blood by the one she first loved. She supposed this would be a cathartic thing for him; a long-awaited revenge so carefully cultivated in the years of their relationship, to finally get rid of the one who took his lover's soul, Kikyou's soul. She didn't mind dying for him, She didn't mind doing anything if it was for him. She was happy with the thought that finally, she was going to be doing something right. But alas, it wasn't meant to be, it was never meant to be, it could never be.

As he pulled her in, their lips grazed each other before he reached up and grasped her hair, gripping it so lovingly, so achingly filled with the care she needed but never had all these years... Ironic is what she would call this moment. That the time she dies is the only time she would ever receive his love.

His other hand that held that concealed dagger, inched closer and closer to the nape of her neck before plunging it into the soft flesh, pushing through the bones, cartilages and out the other side, while giving her the most sensuous kiss she had ever received.

She opened her eyes; when did she close them she wondered, and looked at him with a sorrowful expression. No tears, no words, just that one look. It was a long time coming, it wasn't something that was a shock to her, no, no it wasn't. She knew what he was after; what his plan was, but for the sake of love, for the sake of love she brushed off the thought of him wanting to kill her. A grave mistake no matter how you look at it, love isn't like this. And now she is dying; she has less and less time on this earth as more and more warm blood comes out of her body, leaving it as cold as her soul.

How ironic.

The utterly defeated look she gave, rattled him to his very bones. Her neck spurting out her life's blood onto the pristine white dress shirt he wore to their date earlier today. It was as if she had painted onto a blank canvas using her blood, forming an artful scene, a masterpiece.

Their date was wonderful, he was the perfect gentleman, the perfect host, and the perfect killer. He proposed to her just before they drove home; to his apartment with plans to 'celebrate'. Well, this certainly was a celebration wasn't it?; a celebration to honor her death.

She thinks it almost funny that the day she breathes her last breath is also the day Kikyou died a second time at the hands of that spider. Its been 5 centuries since then and Inuyasha still hasn't let her go. Perhaps it would have been best to let him leave this world with Kikyou dragging him to hell after all. But, it's far too late for that now, far too late to make a difference.

She wondered how much longer it'd take for her to die, she was sure it had been a long time since he stabbed her in the neck. Perhaps this was what people called 'seeing your life flash between your eyes?', most likely. It shouldn't be any longer now, she thought. She didn't need to flick through her past, seeing all the moments she lived through and regretted. She didn't need the excess baggage of her memories while she dies.

But then, she felt it; the slowing beats of her heart, the blurriness of her sight, the shortness of her breath. Finally, she thought. Mustering up a small smile she whispered a short sentence, grimacing slightly at the action.

Regret.

That is what he felt when she spluttered out a shaky "I forgive you", before promptly losing the fire in her eyes. The fire that was once held in those amethyst orbs were now extinguished, never to light up the world ever again.

There was no satisfaction in the act of killing her like he once thought.

A/N: READ THE NOTE AT THE TOP!