Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha.

*Before you read, I'm sorry for the ending, I really didn't know how to finish this off so you have this. I love the writing in this chapter so please don't hate me.*

I held the receiver tightly in my hand, my fingers gripping the plastic with considerable force. The dark voice for the other side of the phone was sending chills down my spine. My eyes clamped shut and my breath was getting lodged in my throat.

"Tell your parents you are going out, to see a friend, and walk, walk until I find you."

I didn't think he wanted me to respond so I didn't, I let the reality of my fate wash over me and I felt a grudging sense of peace. I almost smiled, I would die protecting what was important to me. I placed the phone back into its place and turned to face my mother.

"Mom, I'm going out to see my pen pal. I'm going to see-" The feeling of peace died and was flooded with fear as Sesshomaru's face washed over me. He would be angry, mad at me for just giving up. I made up my mind, I wouldn't go down without a fight. "Naraku."

My mother nodded absentmindedly and continued to watch her soap opera. I slipped on my shoes and walked out the door to my eminent demise. After a quick trip to the shed, I started walking, not really caring where I went, only that it was as far from my house as possible.

You never really think about that word entails its staring you in the face, death. I wondered if I anyone had ever welcomed death, I'm sure there has been. Thoughts and hopes, dreams and prayers, drifted in and out of my mind. I picked up a rock and ran my fingers over it, it was worn smooth from the the rain and hail, and the hell it must have been put threw. Kinda like me.

A small smile spread across my lips, a grim expression, one without humor. I would die today, that much was assured, but I wouldn't be going into the afterlife alone.

LTTD

The gravel crunched under my shoes, molding to my footprints and leaving a trail across the school roof to my current location. The wind whipped my hair around my face, making me think back to all the times me and my friends had come up here with the intentions of just talking.

I moved to the ledge and climbed over, shifting my legs so they dangled over the overhang. A breeze shook my extras that I had brought.

I knew the moment he arrived.

The air thickened, my lungs straining to take in enough oxygen. I didn't turn around, only looked out over the city from my perch. I finally let myself sigh, turning my head slightly to the side so catch a glimpse of the man who instilled so much fear into all he met.

His eyes were the first thing I saw, red, the color of blood, crimson and evil. So much evil. His black clothing blended almost flawlessly with his obsidian hair. When he smiled, his teeth proved to be pointed.

"I told you to walk."

"And yet here I am." I replied, turning my head back around to catch sight of the fading sunlight. It might be the last sunset I ever see. I chided myself for being so negative.

"Do you not fear me?" He questioned, moving to the right so he could get a better look at my visage. A sly smile was plastered on his thin lips.

"Oh corse I do." I responded, holding up my shaking hand as proof. "But I know something you do not."

He raised a thin eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest as if telling me he was waiting. His eyes narrowed when I pulled the bow and arrows from between my legs, propping a fletched arrow into the bow, pulling the sting taunt till it reached my lip. I let it fly.

He let out a horrid scream as the pink coating of the arrow dug into his flesh. He growled like a beast and in a heartbeat he was in front of me, his hand tightening around my neck while his other hand clutched uselessly at the protruding fletching. Slowly the burn spread to to his arm, leaving it lying pathetically at his side.

"You have no idea the trouble you have gotten yourself into this time, girl! I will easily heal from this and your death will be in vain." He dangled me over the ledge.

My feet carefully found purchase on the raised gate and when I finally got some air flowing back into my lungs I choked out a reply, all the while preparing for what was required of me.

"I thought of that too, what would happen to you if you were thrown over the side of a building?"

He caught my words meaning seconds to late.

I fisted my hands into his coat, pulling him to my chest as I fell backwards. A scream was ripped from my throat and his as well.

The air seemed to resist us, slowing time. I watched as my hands glowed pink mid-air, devouring the cowering demon just a few meters away. Almost as if it was a dream, I watched the concrete flashing to meet me, promising an escape and maybe, just maybe, relief from the fact that I had left everyone I loved behind.

My eyes closed as I kissed the ground.

LTTD

Sesshomaru was only minutes behind. He watched the panicked spectators rush to the aid of the fallen woman. His heart stopped.

He raced past the men and woman that crowded around the body, pushing the worthless people that refused to touch the dying creature so pure and sweet.

When he finally reached her he could feel bile rising up his throat.

Her plump cheeks were rosy with blood, her eyes glazed over with death. Her arm was bent out of shape and her neck was tilted at the wrong angle. He fell to her side and held the corpse of the only woman stupid enough to write to a demon.

And for the first time in over three hundred years, since the death of Rin, the great and noble Sesshomaru, soon to be leader of the Clan of the Moon, cried for the lost life of a human.

LTTD

If you ever travel to the small town on the outskirts of the big city, you will find a big house to the side. A house shrouded in mystery and incomprehensible puzzles.

The story is one of laughter and sadness, hope and despair. Love and lost.

The myths that surround this house are ancient and yet new. Some say that a great demon lives in the house, his ghost bride following a short distance behind, holding the hand of a child.

Others say that a woman killed herself in the house along with her whole family, mother, father, daughter, and that she condemns all who enter to the same fate.

One tells the tale of a man, madly in love with a woman, but unable to touch her. To express their love, they wrote letters full of their feelings to one and other. The story says if you see a loose piece of paper floating away on the breeze, that the couple had given you their blessing.

Another is about a man who lost his lover to a horrid sickness, and in his despair, called his wife's soul back into the world of the living. She was trapped and when the man withered and died, his spirit is said to follow hers around the empty house.

But of the many stories that concern the house, their is but one that not many know. It's the story of a sweet priestess who fell madly in love with a demon. She wrote to her love, until he told her his many secrets. The woman, so consumed with fear of loosing her lover, killed his greatest enemy, even if it cost her life.

Whatever the stories say, the tales tell, or the myths state, one thing is sure, if you write a love letter and let the wind catch it on dark nights when the moon shines overhead, its said that for a second, just a second, a vision of a beautiful woman can be seen, catching the paper.

She is called many thing, names, titles. The White Lady, The Beast's Wife, Slayer of the Loveless, Mistress of the Killer, Lover of the Hunter, Protector of the Demon.

The Woman Who Wrote Letters to the Dead.

~FIN~