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Chapter 4
There was a pause before Naraku answered. I couldn’t tell if it was good or bad. I was aiming for bad. He sighed. He took me off his lap and set me beside him on the bed. Taking my hand he put it to his mouth and gave it a sweet kiss. “I guess you will have to find out when you are finished recovering.” I sighed in disappointment. That had not been the answer I was looking for. Sometimes I hate how evasive he is. “How long will it take me to recover?” I asked with curiosity. I remember a saying my mother used to always tell me. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. I wonder if that old saying held any truth to it at all.
Naraku contemplated my question for a moment. Before giving me an answer. “You should be ready to meet everyone in Hell by tomorrow, only if you are willing to drink my blood. That is the only way you can heal fast enough.” I had to drink his blood? I found the very thought revolting. Then again I did drink his blood in the bounding ceremony. It shouldn’t be any different then that, right?
I decided to take a shot at it and agreed to drink his blood. But not without questions, seems like I’m filled with questions lately. “Is it going to be like when I drank you’re blood for the bounding ceremony?” I looked up at him, since he was taller than I was, even when laying down I had to crane my neck up to look into his ruby red eyes. He gave a simple nod. I sighed before nodding my consent.
He smiled slightly and stood up, his long legs lead him over to the mahogany dresser in the far corner of the room. I cocked my head to the side. I hadn’t noticed it before. I guess Naraku is good at keeping me preoccupied. I blushed at the memory of the previous night. I mentally shook my head as Naraku approached me with a glass full of his blood. I gulped. I might have drunk his blood before, but I’m not a vampire. I don’t think I will ever be used to drinking blood. He held out the wine glass toward me. “Will anything happen to me if I drink this?” I couldn’t help but ask. He chuckled. “Did anything happen to you when you drank my blood a month ago?” I shook my head.
Looking down at the wine glass filled with blood, I sighed. Taking a sniff I grimaced. Smells like s**t, I thought. Lifting up my hand I plug my nose. Taking a breath I chugged the entire thing in one breath. I gasped for breath and sputtered at the taste. How had I been able to drink this stuff so calmly before? I shuttered. Naraku reached out a hand waiting for me to place the now empty glass into his awaiting hand. I gave it to him, but not without a dirty look. He looked puzzled. “What is with that look?” he asked.
“You could have added sugar.” Naraku snorted with laughter at my comment. “I guess I could have, but would it have done any good?” I thought about it for a minute. My face scrunched up in thought. “I guess not.” I sighed. I’m tired again. Naraku noticed my drooping eyes. He chuckled. Once he had set the empty glass down he headed for the bed.
He crawled in and settled in next to me. I scooted closer toward him. Once he opened his arms toward me, I jumped at the chance for snuggle time. I climbed into his arms and laid my head onto his chest. I could hear his heart, beating strongly inside his rib cage. This lull slowly set my mind at rest, making me relax and slowly slip into to the world of dreams.
I woke the next day to a soft ringing sound resounding next to my ear. I groaned. I was so warm; I didn’t want to wake up. I felt arms around me loosen, the warmth slipping away. I tried to curl up into a ball to escape reality. Naraku started to lightly shake me, trying to stir me awake. I swatted at his hand. He chuckled. Damn him! I thought. Lifting my head I glared at him. He simply smiled a sweet smile and stood.
“You need to awaken, love.” His voice was oddly excited. I never heard that type of emotion in his voice like that before. I grumbled. “What are you so excited about?” I buried my head into the pillow once more. I was so warm. Suddenly a breeze of freezing cold air brushed against my body. I shivered in disgust. I looked up and glared up at Naraku. He simply smiled. “You are well enough to meet my father today, so up, up!” I snarled at his cheerfulness. The prince of demons should not be so happy! Or happy at all!
Not to mention he took my blanket! I growled. He chuckled. Naraku, seeing that I wasn’t going to get up without a fight, strode over and picked me up by the waist. I tried fighting, but he didn’t give into my punches or kicks, instead he started to whistle. I went limp against in hold. There wasn’t anything I could do anyway. He approached a door and kicked it open. Showing me that it was a bathroom. “You need to clean up if you are going to meet my father and the rest of hell’s elite demons. You need to make a good impression if you want to remain alive.” What an uplifting speech I thought.
“What will they be judging me on? Do I have to do anything specific?” I turned on the facet to the shower; I turned the water to hot. I felt Naraku’s eyes on me. Though I didn’t care, he had all ready seen me in the nude once before. And hopefully, if I lived through the challenges facing me today, it will happen more often. I stepped into the steaming water and sighed. The warm water hitting my skin gave me the feeling of a lover’s caress.
Naraku sat down on a vanity stool and looked at me through the showers glass. It was somewhat unnerving, but I was sure I would get use to it. “They won’t actually be judging you on anything specifically, just the way you act around other demons, and you’re mannerism. All you have to do is mingle with other demons, address them by the proper title; which is lord, or lady. My father and other leading demons will be watching you for any mistakes. Stuff like that.” I sighed. It seemed like a lot to me. I don’t know if I will be able to handle all the pressure. Especially since I’m a human.
“What about the fact that I’m human? Won’t most demons judge me on that and not how I act?” I could literally feel Naraku’s smirk. He knew something I didn’t, and I did not like that. I turned around to face him. Though it was slightly blurry through the fogged glass I could make out his outline. “If you are approved by my father there will be a ceremony in which I will turn you into a demon.” I gasped. A demon?
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