Until We Feel Alright by The Bard

The Meeting

A/N: This chapter (and story) contains rape and necrophilia as well as adult language. Please be advised. Also, I'm currently having some issues with my (crappy) laptop and it won't let me fix up the story and set up. I'm having to do this with my phone so I'm sorry for the hard read and no set up. It will be fixed shortly. 

Okay. Fixed. Please be sure to leave a review. I'm a little nervous releasing this since it's very... Well it's bad stuff. But positive feedback would be great. 

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I can feel it within my being

It’s clawing at my ribs

I can hear its powerful roar to be released

My ears ring constantly from its screeches

What can I do, But give it what it wants?

I am weak, But it makes me strong.

I fall, But it picks me back up.

Its crimson eyes lead into a depthless hole, and I fall victim into its portal.

I am no longer me, But I am now it.

Chapter One

The Meeting

Bliss and adrenaline pumped through his veins, he took deep breaths and filled his lungs with the sweet pungent musky air. The act always made him feel this way. He felt carefree that he could now live a normal life…at the current moment. The beast within him receded back into the darkness. It was satisfied that they had taken another life, that they got to feel the tight warmth of a woman’s body. The high usually lasted for a few days and then the demon within would be snarling and wreaking havoc for another taste. For another life.

Shadows danced among the walls of the darkened room, they whispered to each other of what had just happened. Another life has been taken; another soul has been damned. A faint smile appeared on his face, lifting the ends of his lips into a little curl. Nothing could stop him. Nothing.

Sesshomaru pulled out of the tight warmth slowly, his seed spilling out along with the blood. The girl was no virgin, he was just violent. He was everything that every human and most demons feared. He was a lord of darkness, lord of the West, and now, lord of nightmares. The poor human girl was his prey for the night. He usually indulged once or twice a week to fulfill his needs. He had desires, wants, and needs, and no one could keep up with them. They always ended up dead and he for one could not care.

When had he started to do this? When had he started to rape human women? It began when the humans were taking over more and the demons became less feared. The humans thought of demons as a myth, that they had never really existed. Oh how wrong they were. They feared him, the wealthy and successful businessman. He learned many languages over the centuries, along with many other things to blend in with the now human society. He had been chased out of his lands and had to resort to looking and acting human. It had been so long since he turned into his true form. The inu-youkai. The dog demon.

So when did Sesshomaru become a cold blooded killer? When did he start enjoying fucking human women to death? It had been when he couldn’t take it any longer. A male always has his needs and Sesshomaru was no different. Everything that he had was lost. He had lost Rin after she had died of old age, he had lost Jaken because of the barbarians, and he had lost his lands. That’s when he decided to leave Japan, when he traveled and learned new cultures and new languages. That’s when he learned more about the pathetic humans. They were interesting. He once had sympathy for one human girl. Rin. It could have been love, but of that he was not sure. He never, not once, touched the girl. He protected her and treated her as if she were his own. He would never openly admit the fact that she had given him some resemblance of peace, but that was a very long time ago. That was when he was highly respected and highly feared.

Sesshomaru let out a mixture between a growl and a moan as he looked down at the dead human woman. She was crouched up on her knees with her legs spread open so that he could see the junction between them; his seed still spilling out of her. Her upper body was bent and lying down with her head twisted to the side with a look of terror on her dead face. She had red hair with tight curls, her eyes were a hazel that once held a spark in them but now they looked flat and cold.

Just looking at her made his member stiffen once again. His hand went to his member and stroked gently and he felt the blood and semen coated along it. His golden gaze flickered to the window and saw that it was still dark. He had time. The golden eyes went back to the body and he pushed his hardened member inside the still warm sheath. He slammed his hips against her rear, he felt and heard the crushing of bones from her body. He groaned and felt his nails lengthen into claws and dig into her hips. He started a slow rhythm at first then he picked up his pace. Snarls ripped out of him as he moved faster and felt the pleasure build up inside of his belly that made his own toes curl.

It always blew him away with how prude he used to be. He had never indulged into his sexual desires centuries ago. He had no need nor the desire, for no mortal or immortal had stirred his sexual desires. The bed squeaked loudly with his movements and the sound of flesh being slapped could be heard through the night along with the snarls from the demon. He was out of control and his movements became frenzied. His eyes widened and turned a bright red when he started to feel his release. A hiss escaped him as his seed spilled out in spurts into the dead woman’s womb. Sesshomaru had to shake his claws away from the woman’s hips, dead flesh under his nails and stringing. He pulled out of her and backed away to stand on his shaky feet, he closed his eyes as he tried to control his ragged breathing.

After a few minutes of controlling himself and his body, he opened his eyes and looked at the mutilated body of the human woman. His face showed no emotion but if you were to look closely, you would be able to see the slight movement of his lip. Just a little curl up, then it was gone as fast as it had appeared.

Sesshomaru was known for not showing any emotions, the only time he really let his hair down was when he was doing the act. He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly as he started to dress himself. He glanced at the window and saw that light was starting to spill in. Without a glance back, Sesshomaru walked out of the room and then out of the house itself. He ran a hand through his silver hair and pushed it behind his back. He was dressed eloquently in a suit and tie. He stopped outside of the house and took in a deep breath. The morning air was brisk and brought fresh air into his lungs. Pinks and oranges lit the sky as the sun slowly crawled up. Sesshomaru took the first few steps away from the house of the dead woman. He glanced both ways of the street, crossed, and went down a few blocks to find his car. He had followed the woman home, unknown to her. He frequented a bar to find his next victims, and never have the police or FBI been able to find the serial rapist. Because of their lack of knowledge of demons, his seed was a whole different type that they did not know about. This time a smirk appeared on Sesshomaru’s face. Pitiful humans now have no knowledge of demons and there were many living among them. He was very well known, but nothing ever came back to him. He was getting away with his acts and he’d been doing it for a very long time.

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Kagome Higurashi rushed out of the beat up car that she owned and made sure the doors were locked. God forbid her car were to be broken into or stolen because of her carelessness. She looked at her face in the side view mirror and wiped away a smudge of eyeliner from under her eye, then popped her lips that were covered with a shell pink lipstick. She stood straight and quickly turned and walked as fast as she could into the building.

She had been working at Taisho industry for a couple of years now, and today was a big day. She had finally moved up in the world and was now the secretary for the owner of the company. The building itself was not that large, just a brick building with five stories, but it was loaded with people. She has done a lot since she had been working there. Taking calls to writing memos to even serving coffee in meetings, but now she had a stable career. She was going to be working for the owner and from all that she had heard it was nothing but a slice of cake.

The owner, Mr. Taisho, seldom left his office and he only requested a few things here and there. All she had to do was take calls, make appointments, and make sure that his job would be easier, doing whatever it was he does behind closed doors.

“Hey Kagome!” Someone called from her right as soon as she entered the building.

“Hey Susan. How are you?” Kagome asked breathless.

Susan smiled and turned into her cubicle with a stack of papers, “I’m good. Today is the big day! Good luck.”

With a smile and a wave, Kagome thanked her as she went to the elevator. It was pretty early and still not a lot of people had made it to work. However, Kagome didn’t want to make a poor first impression to Mr. Taisho by showing up at the regular time, plus she had heard rumors that he comes in early. It was a little eerie that she had heard so much about Mr. Taisho but when she asked what he looked like, no one knew.

'Ding'

The doors to the elevator opened and Kagome quickly stepped onto the elevator. She pressed the button with the number 5 on it and let out a calm breath. She was nervous. She was a perfectionist and she wanted to be sure that whatever she had to do for the owner she would do it right. The silver doors started to close but then they were stopped when a man dressed in a very nice suit put his hand between the doors.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t see you there.” Kagome said laughing nervously and pressed the hold button on the panel.

The man didn’t say a word, he just stepped onto the elevator and stood a foot away from Kagome. He had silver hair that went down to his back but was pulled into a low hanging pony tail. He had some weird tribal tattoos and a moon tattooed on his face.

Odd.

For someone who has tattoos on their face to have a job here must be one hell of a worker. Kagome released the button and watched as the doors slid back closed, and it was all complete silence in the elevator. She felt eyes on her. She looked in the corner of her eyes and took in the profile of the man. He was handsome.

And he was looking at her. Kagome gulped and looked away and cleared her throat. “I’m Kagome.” She squeaked, feeling the need to say something to make it less awkward.

Nothing was said back.

Kagome turned her head to look at the man who was now not looking at her. He just kept his face straight and arms at his sides. Was he deaf? Did she not speak loud enough? “I, uh, I start working as a secretary today. I’m pretty nervous. How come I have never seen you? Do you work here?”

The man’s golden orbs slowly moved to her face. She felt like he was judging her just by the way he was looking and not speaking. How come she has never seen this man before? She wanted to know how exactly he got the job with those tattoos. And how strange those eyes were, she had never seen anyone with gold eyes. She felt like she was going to jump out of her body if he continued to stare at her the way he did.

'Ding'

The doors slid open and Kagome stood there stuck like a frighten doe. Her nails were digging into the palms of her hands at her sides, and she felt a trickle of sweat go down between her breasts. Something didn’t feel right. He didn’t make her feel right. Before she could say anything else, he stepped off the elevator and walked briskly around the cubicle aisles and straight to the back. Where the boss’s office was. Kagome watched as he stopped at the door and unlocked it with his keys, then he entered and closed the door behind him.

Jesus Christ. That’s Mr. Taisho.

Kagome jerked her body quickly as the doors started to slide close again. She maneuvered out of the elevator and made her way to the office. His office. She stopped just outside and felt her breath catch in her throat. That couldn’t have been her boss. There was just no possible way. THAT was Mr. Taisho?! Everything about him screamed scary. The silence. The looks. Kagome knew that she was in for it now. She had no idea how she could be able to work for a man who didn’t speak a word to her. Perhaps he didn’t speak English? Perhaps he needed a translator? She knew several languages, but she didn’t want to just assume. Slowly, she lifted her hand, balled it into a fist, and softly tapped on the door with her knuckles.