This is a remake of my original story 'Puzzle Piece' into a fanfic. I re-
wrote it to make it better (though I still don't like the writing) and so
that it was a fanfic. It is an AU, however, so I am keeping the story line
and everything. I also changed this from third person to first, it is
Kagome's POV.
Disclaimer - I own no inu characters
Puzzle Piece
Chapter One
The streets upon which I walked were completely forsaken by men of any kind, all except me. I was the only human to walk in this city now, for this place had long been forgotten in the memories of a growing world. This small city was only a small notch in the history of the country and was shrugged off as unimportant and in some cases, not even noted in existence. This city was, however, important to me and those of my kind, and those who happened to walk haphazardly into here without realizing the danger. No humans ever came out of this area alive unless you were of my kind, and even then it was a rarity. Corny as it may sound, those who leave are less than human. As I said before, I was the only human here, but there was something more than human that lurked in the shadows of the great looming buildings above.
The only light that landed on these roads was from the bright glowing orb in the midnight sky, the full moon. The street lamps had long since been broken, however, that was to be expected, considering the beasts that lived here. The moon was more than enough, for my eyes had adjusted to the little light. Shadows from the great buildings on the sides of the streets engulfed me. They seemed to wrap their cool blanket of blackness around my shoulders and urge me to stay in their comfort, for me never to leave. They wanted to be full again, to have people busy inside their bare walls. They wanted to reign once more, though now they were old and tattered. They wanted you to stay, to take away the cold agony they felt. Cracks and Vines scaled their walls now, the windows were busted in and the shattered glass lay in sharp jagged points on the ground.
I wiped sweat off of my face with the sleeve of my long leather jacket. I wasn't hot, it was a cool night, though, sweat ran down my face in a flood. I was afraid. I would never admit this to anyone, though I could not embarrass my kind's name that way. I was a rookie, still and had next to no experience, yet the sent me, alone. Anything could go wrong and I would be dead, while my prey lives. I only had one choice, to fight with everything I had, and to come back successful. This was no longer a hope. This was a must.
My destination grew closer and I seemed to walk slower. I bit my lip and urged myself on. Reassuringly I ran my fingers up the metallic object in my hand. This was my strongest weapon against such prey. I could not afford to loose it. This gun may be my only hope.
I saw the place, I knew what to do, where to go. I walked up to the shack, which was greatly shrunken by the surrounding buildings. The shack looked like it may have been blown over if you exhaled. The door was barely on its hinges and there were no windows, there was also not a light in the door, though this kind didn't need light, and the light of the glowing moon was enough for my dark adjusted eyes.
I pressed my head against the door to check for any sounds and one voice met my ears.
"Blood . . . come on . . . just a little bit . . .I just want to see blood . . . please . . ." The voice was weak and shaky. It begged and pleaded as though it was begging for its life. One thought ran through my head as I heard this voice mumble. Someone was in there with it. I couldn't make a plan, the person may be gone by the time I had one.
I took a deep breath and raised my foot to kick in the door, which was not very hard, considering the condition of the shack. I flung my gun around and faced it out to where the voice had been coming from. I thought that I was ready to take this evil on, that I could handle anything if I bit my lip and tried hard enough. Though, nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.
In the corner of the shack was my prey. A male vampire with the purest snow white hair I had ever seen, though the mid-back long hair was tossed wildly across his head, obviously not brushed in quite some time. The messiness of his hair nearly hid a pair of fuzzy dog ears on top his head. His bangs stuck to the sweat soaked face that looked unusually pale. That was not the thing that most concerned me. It was the forlorn amber eyes that seemed to look straight through me. Tears ran from his cheeks and his eyes held a glaze. I felt pierced straight through the heart as he looked at me and I bit my lip to keep from falling back and saying it was a mistake.
He continued to sit in his corner and rock and back forth, knees to check and arms wrapped tightly around them. He stayed that was for quite some time. He didn't seem to care I was pointing a gun at his forehead. I wasn't even sure he knew I was point a gun at him.
Finally, he decided to move, though at this I knew I took too long and was now going to pay the consequences. I was wrong. He took one arm from his knees and faced it forward, palm facing me. He then whipped out a pocket knife very carelessly and opened it, this action caused me to step back, though he made no move toward me. He took the knife and dug it into his flesh and pulled downward, creating a large gash in his flesh that healed nearly instantly. It seemed as though the cut had never happened in the first place.
He looked up and me with those eyes that showed complete hopelessness and whispered something barely audible. "Why? Why can't I bleed?"
I cursed under my breath. This was a new-be vampire who either didn't know or want to accept that he was the living dead. How could I explain this to him without letting my guard down? How could I kill something this helpless? How would I do what I had to . . . how?
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Severed Glass
I don't like the way this is written . . . I definitely do not think it is my best. If you want to see my best go to fictionpress.com and look under the penname Stained Glass and find the story 'Symphony' I think that is one of my best. It would be nice if you would review, too. I write faster when you all review, it motivates me! So go and REVIEW!
Disclaimer - I own no inu characters
Puzzle Piece
Chapter One
The streets upon which I walked were completely forsaken by men of any kind, all except me. I was the only human to walk in this city now, for this place had long been forgotten in the memories of a growing world. This small city was only a small notch in the history of the country and was shrugged off as unimportant and in some cases, not even noted in existence. This city was, however, important to me and those of my kind, and those who happened to walk haphazardly into here without realizing the danger. No humans ever came out of this area alive unless you were of my kind, and even then it was a rarity. Corny as it may sound, those who leave are less than human. As I said before, I was the only human here, but there was something more than human that lurked in the shadows of the great looming buildings above.
The only light that landed on these roads was from the bright glowing orb in the midnight sky, the full moon. The street lamps had long since been broken, however, that was to be expected, considering the beasts that lived here. The moon was more than enough, for my eyes had adjusted to the little light. Shadows from the great buildings on the sides of the streets engulfed me. They seemed to wrap their cool blanket of blackness around my shoulders and urge me to stay in their comfort, for me never to leave. They wanted to be full again, to have people busy inside their bare walls. They wanted to reign once more, though now they were old and tattered. They wanted you to stay, to take away the cold agony they felt. Cracks and Vines scaled their walls now, the windows were busted in and the shattered glass lay in sharp jagged points on the ground.
I wiped sweat off of my face with the sleeve of my long leather jacket. I wasn't hot, it was a cool night, though, sweat ran down my face in a flood. I was afraid. I would never admit this to anyone, though I could not embarrass my kind's name that way. I was a rookie, still and had next to no experience, yet the sent me, alone. Anything could go wrong and I would be dead, while my prey lives. I only had one choice, to fight with everything I had, and to come back successful. This was no longer a hope. This was a must.
My destination grew closer and I seemed to walk slower. I bit my lip and urged myself on. Reassuringly I ran my fingers up the metallic object in my hand. This was my strongest weapon against such prey. I could not afford to loose it. This gun may be my only hope.
I saw the place, I knew what to do, where to go. I walked up to the shack, which was greatly shrunken by the surrounding buildings. The shack looked like it may have been blown over if you exhaled. The door was barely on its hinges and there were no windows, there was also not a light in the door, though this kind didn't need light, and the light of the glowing moon was enough for my dark adjusted eyes.
I pressed my head against the door to check for any sounds and one voice met my ears.
"Blood . . . come on . . . just a little bit . . .I just want to see blood . . . please . . ." The voice was weak and shaky. It begged and pleaded as though it was begging for its life. One thought ran through my head as I heard this voice mumble. Someone was in there with it. I couldn't make a plan, the person may be gone by the time I had one.
I took a deep breath and raised my foot to kick in the door, which was not very hard, considering the condition of the shack. I flung my gun around and faced it out to where the voice had been coming from. I thought that I was ready to take this evil on, that I could handle anything if I bit my lip and tried hard enough. Though, nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.
In the corner of the shack was my prey. A male vampire with the purest snow white hair I had ever seen, though the mid-back long hair was tossed wildly across his head, obviously not brushed in quite some time. The messiness of his hair nearly hid a pair of fuzzy dog ears on top his head. His bangs stuck to the sweat soaked face that looked unusually pale. That was not the thing that most concerned me. It was the forlorn amber eyes that seemed to look straight through me. Tears ran from his cheeks and his eyes held a glaze. I felt pierced straight through the heart as he looked at me and I bit my lip to keep from falling back and saying it was a mistake.
He continued to sit in his corner and rock and back forth, knees to check and arms wrapped tightly around them. He stayed that was for quite some time. He didn't seem to care I was pointing a gun at his forehead. I wasn't even sure he knew I was point a gun at him.
Finally, he decided to move, though at this I knew I took too long and was now going to pay the consequences. I was wrong. He took one arm from his knees and faced it forward, palm facing me. He then whipped out a pocket knife very carelessly and opened it, this action caused me to step back, though he made no move toward me. He took the knife and dug it into his flesh and pulled downward, creating a large gash in his flesh that healed nearly instantly. It seemed as though the cut had never happened in the first place.
He looked up and me with those eyes that showed complete hopelessness and whispered something barely audible. "Why? Why can't I bleed?"
I cursed under my breath. This was a new-be vampire who either didn't know or want to accept that he was the living dead. How could I explain this to him without letting my guard down? How could I kill something this helpless? How would I do what I had to . . . how?
---*---
Severed Glass
I don't like the way this is written . . . I definitely do not think it is my best. If you want to see my best go to fictionpress.com and look under the penname Stained Glass and find the story 'Symphony' I think that is one of my best. It would be nice if you would review, too. I write faster when you all review, it motivates me! So go and REVIEW!