DISCLAIMER: I don't own Inuyasha or any vampires aside from the ones in the story, though I really wish I did own a vampire… -happy thoughts-

Summary - Kagome, sick with a fever yet still strong-willed, gets captured by a team of unusual vampires, who claim they keep her with them only for her own safety. One vampire in particular, the silvery-white haired one, Inuyasha, who she simply cannot get along with, stands out in her eyes most among the rest as they embark upon their journey.

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Chapter 1 - Prologue: Abduction

Kagome watched as the small woman scurried about the bedroom she currently resided in. As if she had much of a choice, though. She was kept in this bed well against her will, and, despite her protests and assurances that she felt fine, it seemed as if she'd stay put. But it didn't bother her too much.

Her body certainly wasn't complaining. It was only her mind that hated being stuck in one place. She wanted to get out a little, or at least walk herself to the bathroom—which was only five feet away for her door, mind you—instead of being towered over and inspected every few seconds.

The woman aforementioned, Kagome's mother, stood still now, one hand on her hip while the other rested on her forehead grimly.

"Mama, it's alright." She sat up and pulled the covers off. "I don't feel a cough coming on, the medicine's not really important now."

Her mother stared at her with gentle eyes, full of sympathy and love. "Yes, but dear, what if it does come back? I can't seem to find it anywhere!"

Kagome rolled her eyes and grinned. "I'll live."

She sighed. "Of course you will. But living is all the more pleasurable if there's no bothersome cough around."

"It'll be okay, trust me. Now please, can I get some sleep? You acting like if you leave, I'll disappear. I'll be fine!" She shifted In her bed, then laid down, pulling the covers back on. Why she took them off before was beyond her. Maybe it was a sickness thing.

The older woman made a face, as if meaning to argue against it, but she nodded and headed for the doorway. "Just… if it gets worse, call me, alright?"

Kagome smiled and nodded. It wouldn't get worse though. She knew.

With a yawn and stretch, she turned over to face her window. It was dark, and the pale moon, centered in the night's sky, was blanketed by translucent clouds, making it seem almost tainted.

She shuddered.

Grandpa's got me thinking about stupid things. Him and his bad omens.

But just to be safe, she allowed herself one last look before turning around in her bed.

Much better.

But her thoughts revolved around the moon. It was large tonight, and full. The beauty of it radiated upon and lit the earth as always, though just not as much this particular evening. How was it, she wondered, that something so bright could be made so creepy by something as trivial as a cloud? Is that an omen?

Kagome couldn't help the sardonic laugh that escaped her. It kind of reminded her of herself. She was tainted this night as well. Corrupted by something even smaller than a cloud—a cell. A small bacterial virus.

She sighed. Since she and the moon were so alike, since she understood how it felt, she turned around yet again, mentally making a note to stop herself before her mother decided it was pain that was causing this bit of restlessness.

Yes, she and the moon were similar. It had to be hidden behind those dreadful blobs of air and water, making people look up at it in distaste, just as people looked at her because she was ill.

But the moon had one thing she didn't, which made her envious. It could move. It was outside and free, while she was inside and bored to death.

Kagome's eyes widened and she groaned. She was jealous of a moon? Of an inanimate object? And she was conversing with herself about it too…

Yep, she was definitely sick. That or unbelievably lonely.

She sat up, feet across the edge of the bed. She heaved a sigh and hung her head, smiling crazily. Maybe she had a fever again? That would explain the unusual behavior. Funny, she still felt as she did this morning—better than ever.

Maybe mom's changed my medicine. Or better yet, she probably gave me the wrong kind. She giggled to herself. I swear, that woman would lose her head if it wasn't attached to her shoulders. "Gotta love her." She whispered.

She elicited a gasp as a dark shadow crossed her window. Her head snapped up to meet whatever it was, but it was gone.

Oh great! The moon was wasn't enough, oh no, the clouds had to come after her, too!

She shook her head, momentarily shocked by the thought she came up with. "Get a grip, Kagome… sheesh. What are you, five?"

But she instantly wished she was when the shadow passed the window again. If she were five, her mom would be in her room with her all night, or she'd be in the living room watching cartoons instead of being alone in this room with who knows what outside the window.

She furrowed her brows and stood, clenching her fists determinedly. Just a quick peak; she wasn't scared.

That's what her head said, but Kagome's body trembled. Of fear or weakness due to the fever she didn't know, but it didn't stop her either way.

Just before she reached the window panel, the window burst open, making Kagome stumble backwards and onto the bed. Her scream didn't make it out; a slender, gloved hand covered her mouth, while another wrapped itself lithely around her waist.

She paled. Her mind was reeling, she felt dizzy. Her heart pounded in her chest, threatening it's hardest that it would leap out if this kept up. Kagome tried to scream again, but the hand clamped over her mouth tightened, almost suffocating her.

The fear and the fever apart were nothing too horrid that she couldn't bear. But together, they were impossible to stand.

With a final muffled shout, she grew limp, her body weary from the fighting. And the intruder, proud and victorious, effortlessly leaped back out the window and away from the scene.

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Haha! Another story! You see? Being sick does crazy things to me! I wasn't thinking too seriously about writing a new story, but I was so excited about this one that I had to write it. There's that OCD again… ugh. lol.

Okay, real quick. This is basically the prologue to the story—hence the chapter name…— the rest of the chapters will be way longer than this. I get the feeling that I'll have a lot to write.

And no, Kagome's not dead. lol.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed chapter one of Touch Me. Please review!
Dragon