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Chapter 3
I tried opening my eyes, but they felt like ten-pound weights. I lifted my right arm, but didn’t get very far. My wrist is bound, I noticed. I tried my other hand. It faired no better. Where is he? I thought. I began to panic. I didn’t like not being able to open my eyes. Without my eyes I cant see where he is! I felt something brush against my face, starting from my forehead then trailing toward my cheek, then my chin, and then to where to place Naraku had bitten me. I managed to release a sound, a sound of pain. The person, whoever it may be, didn’t take head to my cries of pain, instead they only pressed down harder. It was like being struck by lightning. A hot white pain flashed across my eyes.
I could only open my mouth in a silent scream. Through my panting I could hear a struggle. With whom I could not discern. Then there were voices, one hot with anger, and the other, a silent echo of former beauty. The one with the latter voice quieted, then a door slammed shut. I recognized the first voice as Naraku’s. I soon felt him kneel down next to my head. I groaned. I had no reason to like him after what he did to me. He betrayed my trust, broke the bond we had, for that sort period of time.
“Open you’re eyes, love.” I tried to ignore his command. But memories of what happened earlier flooded my vision. I would be stupid for ignoring his request now that I knew what he will do if I anger him. Slowly, as if fearing the reality of the situation I was in, I opened them. They still felt heavy, but I managed to open one eye. Then soon after the next one peaked open. I stared at the ceiling, not wanting to meet his eyes, or see his Godly features.
One of his hands rested on my swollen cheek. I flinched, not only from the contact of his hand on my face, but also from the bruise that covered the whole of my left cheek. “Please,” I begged. “Please don’t!” I threw my body to the left, trying to get his hand off of my face. Once I was sure I far enough away from him, I curled up into a ball and cried into my knees. I prayed that he would leave me alone. That he would take the hint that I wished to be left alone.
Either he was dense, or he had enough pride to know I could do him no harm. Either way, he climbed onto the bed, the mattress tilting to accommodate his weight. He settled next to me. Before I could stop him, he lifted me up and put me in his lap. His strong arms held me against him. Leaving no room for movement. I screamed. It was the only thing I could do in this situation. Surprisingly he let me scream. He didn’t move to stop the ear-shattering noise coming from my throat. He seemed almost a different person then he was earlier.
I choked on my new bouts of screaming when I had to let out a sob. He lifted one arm and started to stroke my hair. His other arm drew circles into my hands. Strangely enough it was comforting. Though I did not relax completely I no longer screamed. Naraku, seeing that I was calmed somewhat. Pulled my body to lean against his chest. “Why?” I whispered. He only pulled me closer. “Why did you do that to me? I thought we were bound! I thought since we were bound I would feel everything you would feel and vice versa!” He placed his head onto my shoulder. I felt something wet soak the blanket that was covering my still nude form. I turned my head to the right and, in my shock. I let out a gasp. He was crying, no, sobbing on my shoulder! I wasn’t prepared for this. I didn’t know what to do in this kind of situation! Here he is, the man who nearly raped me, crying on my shoulder! I didn’t know how to take this. Was he remorseful for what he did to me? My head started to ache.
I opened my mouth, and uttered a single word. “Naraku?” my voice came out in a whisper. It was still raw from my screaming earlier. He stilled. He held me tighter. “I’m sorry, love, I’m so sorry!” I felt the weight of his words crash down upon me. His words held such sadness and remorse that it took my breath away. “Then,” I paused. Trying to find the correct words to use for this fragile man sobbing on my shoulder. “Then why did you do that to me?” My voice was barely above a whisper.
He pulled me so I straddled his waist, I tried to protest, but the look of complete sadness in his eyes told me he needed me to just listen. So, against my better judgment I settled into his lap and wound my arms around his neck and pulled him toward me, so that his head could rest on my chest. “Shhh, just tell me why.”
He buried his head into my chest. He was breathing heavily, and he was still crying, though he was calming down. “I shouldn’t have left you alone.” Was the first thing he said. I was confused. “What do you mean you left me? You were there when I woke up this morning.” He shook his head. “That wasn’t me, I left while you were still sleeping so I could contact my father about you’re introduction into hell. You may ask my father if you want.”
I tried to process this information. Should I believe him? What if he’s lying? Why is he acting like this? So may questions flew through my mind that I struggled to grasp one to ask him. Then Naraku broke the silence enveloping us. “The person who looked like me was my brother. He has the ability to shape shift, whilst I have the ability to control the environment around me.” He sucked in a breath. “I brought you here now because I was told that he was away in a different part of hell for business. He controls hells finances. While I’m the heir for the throne.” He hesitated, not knowing where to continue. “W-what happened last night?”
I felt a shudder pass through him. “I was lied to, my brother was not where he was supposed to be. He found out that I found my boundment.” I looked at him confused. “What is a Boundment?” He smiled as I asked that. “A boundment is a devils or demons life mate, or wife, as humans would put it.” I nodded, showing that I understood the concept. “My brother was always jealous of me, and when he found out that I had found you, he wanted to take that away from me.” I stared at him with wide eyes, It kind of made sense. He did say that his brother was a shape shifter.
But the question is, is he telling the truth? Is this really Naraku or his brother? I looked into his eyes. The same ruby red eyes that I would crave to see day in and day out whilst trapped in that room. This man before me was Naraku. There was no doubt about that. And I could tell that his words were sincere. “What do you plan to do with your brother? Will he attack me again?” Before Naraku could answer my questions another one popped into my head. “What if he plans to hurt you?” My voice held deep fear. I couldn’t fathom the thought of loosing him now that the events of hours past were cleared up. I don’t want him to get hurt because of me!
“I will discuss these events with my father, hopefully he can figure out the correct punishment to give out to him.” I nodded my head before letting loose a hue yawn. I was still tired. Naraku noticed this also. “Sleep, love, he took quiet a bit of your blood. You need to rest to regain you’re strength.” Before I let the realm of awareness I asked one last question, one that had been bothering me since Naraku’s brother had taken my blood.
“Are there such things as vampires in Hell?”
 I N V E E S A B L E · Wed Oct 01, 2008 @ 01:18am · 0 Comments |
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