Eat Me by ObsidianTresses
The First Feast
AN: Allo! This is my first fic in a long time. Just to clarify, every person in this story is human (yes, including Sesshy) and it takes place in modern-day times. Please, enjoy!
The First Feast
There was a sound, consistent and unnerving. An eerie deafening silence enveloped it -embraced it-in the light-depraved corridor. It sang out quietly yet like a violin in fortissimo. The sound’s hum vibrated against the floors and shook dust from the ceilings and made the diseased-misshapen rodents scurry in across the ground. First they were enticed to follow the sound, to see it—but once the rats had their fill they scampered and squeaked away in terror, away from the hushed screams of the song.
Only the dead would linger and live in the presence of the sound. Only the dead can endure such a din.
Motionless yet moving legs carried a being along a path inlaid with brick and long streaks of dried red paint decorated its dull, lifeless color. The walls wavered, betraying the true quiet as the sonorousness echoed and resonated in the ears of the being. It rang in the human’s cartilage and broke chords in the being’s chest. But the lean, muscular legs never ceased in their unhurried pace, and the melodious sound only increased in volume while the smell of metal liquid permeated the person’s senses. Every step of finely laced boots against the stone only served to introduce eons of walkway and blackness, making the one in pursuit wonder when the madness would end.
The mundane lifting and setting down of the boot ended when the boot met resistance against the stone before squishing it flush in between its foot and the path. Curious, the person lifted the foot and saw the first indication of true insanity-an uncommon sight to behold. Indeed, the red and pink tendrils sticking to the black rubber had a black dot staring back at said creature.
It was once an eyeball.
For some reason, the pupil and the iris remained intact upon the boot and stared with open terror as its remains hung haphazardly from the shoe. In the remnants of the white eyeball, any person could see the red veins bulging and piercing the brown rim and the large, dilated pupil. Whoever lost their eye lost it frightened and painfully.
The individual gasped in disgust before promptly raking the boot against the stone to rid the shoe of its offender. The sight of the disfigured eyeball racked the person’s mind, and the being proceeded to sprint down the hallway of perpetual darkness where the song, the heartbeat, and the steps were the only things that filled the corridor and became a steady crescendo with every footfall.
Becoming stronger, the smell of decay was acrid and thick as it made the individual gag and its eyes water. The lurid music now deafened the ears and drowned out all panting, drowned out the crunching of bones, and drowned out the squishing of skin. It rose in tempo to the beat of the person’s heart and was the cause of the wetness in the eyes.
And just as the being entered the hollow room, the music made a sforzando-loud then fleeting. The cement walls caught slight indications of the melody as the chains hanging from the ceiling clanked in the updraft. Carnage hung speared to the shackles and the buzzing of flies drowned in the pools of red water. Here the odor could only cause bile to rise. Here the song was no longer a song, but a consistent macabre sound. Here the being laid its eyes upon a sight that could not even be bleached away by the gods.
It was eating a teenage boy.
It was human.
A demon tore the skin and muscle away with its sharper-than-human teeth and the song that was emitted from its teeth consisted of gashing, munching, and grinding. It swallowed the meat quickly before ripping away another chunk of skin from the inside-out body. All around it lay limbs and bones and skulls and nails and carnage. The cut and inhuman parts decorated the chamber as the chains hymned in the night wind.
Forebodingly, the intruder set its eyes upon the human-turned beast. The animal’s body was drenched in blood and its long hair was sticking to its torn, cherry soaked clothes as it held the butchered, mutilated body of the boy. Pieces of skin and muscle garnished the creature’s hair as it continued to sing, using the carcass as its instrument. It played various tunes as the rats beheld the sight of their true master, a scavenger- a killer like them. And with their master, they sang along as they too feasted upon the draping corpses and appendages of those who used poison to kill their brethren.
Pure unadulterated aversion kept the being silent and rooted firmly to the earth. The human who stepped on an eyeball stilled its breath for fear of being noticed and firmly held its ground. Unerringly, thoughts pierced the deepest corners of the individuals mind. What to do? What to do? Do I shoot it? Do I call for back up? Do I give myself it? Why is this person doing this?
Suddenly, the monster growled savagely, shaking the visitor from its stupor. It was staring at the standing human now, but it never lifted its head from its meal. Time dripped upon the human’s head, slowly driving the being to the brink of insanity.
What is it waiting for?
As if hearing the unvoiced question, the abnormality ceased the playing with its instrument and silence that could wake the dead shuddered in the air.
It lifted its face, slowly and sensuously lowering the boy whose guts were spilling out to the floor. With seemingly histrionic movements, the hellion dipped its long fingers into the young man’s body before retching away the heart from his arteries. Raising the organ, the demon took a long whiff of the tangy, metallic goodness, and its eyes rolled back in distinct, orgasmic pleasure. As it once again seized the eyes of its human guest, the demon took a massive bite out of the pump before squeezing the contents all over its body. The demo tossed the heart aside and used its slender hands to rub the blood into its face, hair, neck, and body as if it were the world’s finest tasting lotion.
Its cold, lusty eyes remained on the form of the human as the moonlight from a window in the roof illuminated the beast’s figure, revealing features unexpected. With a face smeared in blood, a red tongue slipped out and slowly ran its course around the mouth. Moonlight danced, casting shadows against angular features giving the beast the appearance of a ghostly angel.
Despite its inhumanity, the cannibal was striking with its icy, fiery orbs and long hair whipping lightly against the draft of the heartless room. Amazing that such beauty is marred by the devil himself. But there was something uncanny about the creature bathed in blood on the tundra-like cement. It seemed…familiar.
Finally, the quiet ended as the standing human spoke softly, “I know you.”
At this the gruesome beast’s lips spread into a dangerous, life-threatening smile- a smile containing teeth like daggers and maroon paint. Guts seeped from the corners of its mouth and rubies drooled and slipped onto the being’s raiment. And it stayed that way, boring holes into the human’s chest, eyes never blinking and smile never fading-just like the clown from It.
After endless moments of only the faint pitter-patter of rats, a boisterous laugh erupted from the demon’s chest and the rats squeaked along, mocking the one at the mouth of the cavern while the dead bodies strewn across the room swayed more, allowing the rusted iron chains to laugh at the human as well. Their cacophony caused the deads’ own heart to cease and blood rushed threateningly to the human’s head, darkness and doubt and fear settling into the core.
Just as abruptly as the din began, it ended. All was still once again-but the creature was still there, grinning a grin which promised untold horrors.
“I laugh, I love, I hope, I try, I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry. And I know you do the same things too; so we’re really not that different, me and you,” the ghostly angel sang menacingly as it stood to face the person in the doorway.
It stepped barefoot, causing the pools of blood to ripple and beads of perspiration to drip from the head of the intruder. The blood-drenched teeth never receded behind the creature’s lips; its smirk only grew wider, showing more than 32 pearly reds as it approached the newcomer. The devil was peering into the human’s soul.
The being’s blood pump seemed to still in its chest just as the monster stood erect, a mirror image in front. It leaned forward, its hair brushing against an un-sullied face while red liquid dripped onto the human’s clothing. Still, its eyes remained unblinking, reading the barely veiled fear. It turned the leaves of this person’s book, discovering the secrets and sins it held and harbored within. And the monster basked in the human’s lifeless trepidation.
Unexpectedly, the eyes of the beast turned into a starved gaze and it grabbed the defenseless human in front of it, running its course pink, appendage across the human’s cheek and eyelids before roughly grabbing the individual’s long hair. It licked the jugular and contracted muscles attaching the head to the body, jerking the head back and whispering hotly, “Look inside.”
Having no time to ponder the demon’s words, the human’s own eyes grew in panic as it felt the monster suck in a huge breath. Then, as if on their own accord, the teeth imbedded themselves in the pale skin of the helpless, individual’s neck.
Time stopped, and Hell’s darkness bathed them both.
Kagome awoke, clutching her chest and panting heavily. Her heart was jack-hammering against her rib cage and her throat. Sweat slid down her the side of her head and matted her dark, wavy hair. She rubbed her face with her hands, trying to wipe the beads of water away, but they wouldn’t stop coming and her clammy, sweaty palms didn’t allay the problem. All she could see was the smile and the eyes and the body and the blood and the carnage! Kagome rubbed her eyes hard, attempting to erase the seemingly real visage of the human-demon. It was all haunting her! She wanted to reassure herself.
It’s just a dream.
None of it was real.
Tentatively, her fingers journeyed across her face as her breath escaped in short, shallow gasps. The pads of her digits trembled as the travelled over her cheeks before slipping over her jaw line to her neck. She then felt the spot where the aberration bit her. She pressed down, feeling a shock wave of pain course through her nerve endings towards her brain. Kagome then peeled her fingers away to look at them. Blood-her blood- drenched the wet pads of her fingers and crawled down her slender digits.
She screamed and began sobbing. Dipping her head into her hands and wakening the man who lay beside her.
“Kagome? Kagome, what’s wrong?!” A man of her age with short, silver hair asked as he looked upon his girlfriend whose face was petrified and contorted, staring at the blood running down her hand.
The man took hold of her shoulders and attempted to shake her from her stupor. His eyes scanned her form, and he quickly took in the sight of her tense body and spotted the strawberry liquid coursing from her neck, drenching Kagome’s tank top. With celerity, he rushed from the bed into the bathroom, grabbing something like a tourniquet to stop the bleeding and use as a bandage.
He hopped onto the bed and it squeaked, protesting under his weight. The silver-haired man wrapped the cloth around her still, crouching form before taking her almost-corpse and embracing her. His masculine fingers ran through her hair as he whispered that everything would be okay, and he would always be there for her. He never wanted to let go lest she be harmed by some unknown entity.
Though a maelstrom fogged her head, her boyfriend’s comforting words and warm arms enveloping her released the tension in her muscles. She was finally able to draw her cobalt eyes away from her hands and lean into his strong chest where his heart was beating steadily and like a mantra. Kagome sighed as her own heart matched his and only a sliver of fear remained sewn into her core.
Feeling that she was calmed, he asked worriedly, “What’s wrong? What happened? You’ve never woken up like that before.”
Kagome snuggled into his bare chest and the sobs were wretched from her throat. “Oh, Inuyasha, it-it was horrible!” Her vision once again was filling with ghastly images of her so-called dream. Through her cries and gasps for air, she told him of her vivid gift from the sandman, explaining in thorough detail.
Inuyasha remained silent-stricken with her violent dream. He couldn’t imagine why this had happened. It’s not like we’ve watched any scary movies, he thought. He grasped her lithe form tighter and kissed her forehead.
“It’s okay. None of that was real. Nothing is coming to harm you,” the man said reassuringly. “If it does, then I’ll be here, and I’ll protect you. You know that.”
Her blue, blue orbs met his hazel ones and sparkled. “Thank you, I love you.”
The ringing of the house phone startled them both. Still holding the frail, slightly distraught woman, he leaned over to his bedside table, answering the phone. “Moshi, moshi.”
Kagome looked at him then and saw his eyes harden. He said with a bit of agitation in his voice, “It’s for you.”
She took the phone from his grip, a question in her eyes, and held it to her ear. “This is Kagome.”
After a series of “okays”, wide-eyed moments, and gasps, Kagome handed her boyfriend the phone, and he placed it back on the charger.
“What’d that bastard want?” his voice was again laced with agitation. “It’s 3AM. They shouldn’t be calling right now.”
With a deep intake of breath Kagome replied as she got out of the bed, “Get dressed.”
“Why?” confusion and agitation laced in his voice.
“Because, Inuyasha,” she turned away from him and stared out at a window. “It wasn’t a dream.”
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A/N: SOOO the first chapter is over. O.o what's gonna happen next???
~Obsidian