Mates

Sango whimpered in her sleep. Something was wrong, but she couldn’t seem to wake up. With a cry she sat up. She was still beside the fire where she had gone to sleep. Pain shot through her as she tried to move. There was a burning pain in the side of her neck. She brought a trembling hand up to her neck and came away with blood. Luckily she was alone. Away from the group while Kagome was back in her time. They had all decided to spend some time apart. Even Kirara was off on her own. Sango would admit it was nice until now. Someone had attacked her in her sleep? Her body ached all over. Bruises were forming on her wrists. She looked down at her body and she could see bits of blood soaking through her kimono.

Trembling, Sango leaped up off the ground and began to scout the surrounding area. There was nothing. No one. A slow and unfamiliar ache was beginning to start between her legs and she found herself rushing for the nearby stream, the reason why she had chosen this camp ground.

“This can not be…” She hissed. Had someone actually… Taken her virginity while she slept? Sango sank into the water and started trying to clean herself but her hands were trembling so bad she could barely wash. Finally she covered her face with her hands and tried to stop the shivering. A pair of burning red eyes flashed in her mind and she gasped. “What…” She remembered white fangs… “A demon…” She moaned. It could not be. Rushing now, she moved out of the water. She had to get back to the village. Back to somewhere safe. Kaede would know what to do. She was at least a week away from the village. If only she had brought Kirara with her. The pain between her legs did not lessen in the least and her inner thighs were marred with large, deep purple bruises. The blood seeping from her neck refused to stop, worrying her as she changed the bandage once more. She donned her armor and sat in front of the fire waiting for the sun to rise, her fear slowly turning to anger.

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‘She will not sleep.’ We know this. ‘It is your fault. You should not have resisted me for so long. Now it is my turn. Return to your sleep and rest.’ No… She is human! You can not try to mark her again. ‘She will accept the mark or it will kill her, I promise you this, sleeping Seeshoumaru.’ Do not… With that the voice inside the youkai’s head faded into nothing leaving the dog’s demon in full control once more. Red eyes blazed as he watched the demon slayer… Waiting for his next chance. ‘I will not wait long…’

Finally the sun was beginning to light up the sky. That was when Sango felt it. She drew her katana, her Hiraikotsu being well out of reach as her mind was overwhelmed with his presence. Sango back peddled fast as he came baring down on her. He was huge, not himself. His eyes were blazing red. His silver hair was thick and flowing around him with a life of its own, the white fur he always wore seemed to be attached to his shoulders like a massive white mane, while his face appeared elongated, absolutely dog-like. Sango fell to her knee before him as he charged her, lowering her eyes.

“Lord Sesshoumaru?” A low growl could be heard, a constant sound. He looked a good seven feet tall in this form, his true form seemed barely contained.

“This Sesshoumaru slumbers,” came a slow, rumbling reply. “This Taiyoukai has taken you for his own.”

“NO!” Sango leapt to her feet, her fear fully replaced by anger. “I was not yours to take!” She held her Katana diagonally across her body waiting for him to attack. She moved slowly until the fire was between them. Long fangs glinted at her. “Why did you do it?”

“Foolish, you are. You entered this Sesshoumaru’s territory while in heat announcing to every demon for miles that you were ripe. It was this Sesshoumaru’s right to take you.”
The demon spoke slowly, his voice sending shivers up her spine.

“No!!!!!!!” Sango screamed as she suddenly leapt at him, easily clearing the fire. She actually landed on him, her feet digging into his armoured torso, her sword poised to strike his throat. The strike never landed as her sword arm was caught in a crushing grip. He fell to the ground with her, drawing a cry from her as his armoured body pinned hers. He straddled her waist and brought his nose inches from her face. Sango whimpered as the image of him thrusting between her trembling legs flashed in her mind. “What have you done to me?!” She cried.

“Taken what was handed to me.” He growled as he pulled the high neck of her armour out of his way, baring the ugly, seeping mark. “Accept this Sesshoumaru’s mark demon slayer, or it will mean your death.” He whispered the words and began to drag his elongated tongue roughly over the wound. Sango cried out, struggling.

“Finish it then!” She screamed at him getting only a growl in return.

“I will Bitch!” He snarled in her face as claws lowered to tear at her armour. It was a few seconds of fear when Sango realized he didn’t seem like he was going to kill her. In fact he had already gotten through her armour to her bare flesh beneath. Sango screamed when he pried her legs apart. Then he was inside her and Sango had never felt such pain. It felt like he was destroying her from the inside. “Take the mark!” He raged. “Take and I will stop.”

Sango screamed as she struggled to reach her katana. “No!” With that he thrust into her so hard she felt blackness crowding in on her. Yes, blessed release. Sudden pain in her shoulder brought her back and she pulled uselessly on his white mane.

“Take it slayer!” She whimpered when he moved within her. “Take it and I will stop.” Sango had never felt pain like this before. Surely she would die soon.

“Stop please! I will take it!” He froze above and Sango shivered when he howled in triumph. The next thing she knew his inhuman jaws were fully closed over the wound on her shoulder. She screamed, ripping at that silver mane. “I will!!!!!” And just like that the pain started to recede and Sango was allowed to fall into the darkness, were she found peace, if only for the moment…

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Sesshoumaru awoke in the cave where he had allowed his demon to come forth and take control. He did it once every eight years, when holding the demon at bay became almost painful. He would head to the borders of his territory and reside in the cave for a few days. Although this time was decidedly different. He was covered with what smelled like human blood. Yet, this blood was different. There was more to it. He found that he liked the smell. He lifted his wrist to drag his tongue over a few splatters there. It was long dry but all he wanted was a taste. Yes, there was definitely something different about this blood, although he could not place it.

Silently he stood and began to exit the cave looking down at the blood trail leading to the cave. It was not his blood, which could only mean that whoever it belonged to was no longer among the living. Lucky for them. With that he was gone from sight, heading home.

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Sango lay still while the old miko examined her wounds. Sango refused to speak of the cause as Kaede carefully cleaned the blood around the vicious mark at the crook of her neck and shoulder. It was horrible gaping wound, torn flesh and down well into the muscle, but it was no longer bleeding. Her good eye bad bulged at the sight of it. She had not spoken a word beyond asking Sango about her comfort. She could tell by the way the young woman moved that there were other wounds that needed looking after. Sango merely shook her head when Kaede tried to ask about it. Finally Sango accepted a healing salve and left the old woman with a forced promise to return the following day.

‘I will have to tell her…’ Sango thought as she walked slowly toward the old woman’s hut. She wished for the comforting presence of Kirara but none of the others were there.
She knew what the miko was going to tell her- She had been marked as a mate by the Lord of the Western Lands. It was entirely possible that he did not even know what he had done and on top of all that she could already be pregnant with his pup! Or pups!!! Her head began spinning with the reality of it all and she turned and ran as fast as she could away from Kaede’s. She would go to the well! Tears blurred her vision. Pain flared up in her mangled shoulder and she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. A castle filled her vision. Large and looming… It was his castle! The gates were opening and suddenly he knew. He knew he was not alone. Sango fell to her knees to try and escape the visions but it was too late. He had a hold of her somehow.

--Who are you….?—The words were a whisper in her mind. A forceful whisper.

--I will kill you should I ever see you again Seeshoumaru!—The words were not a whisper as he turned and looked back the way he had come. --If I can not kill you than I will kill myself!—With that the vision faded leaving Sango trembling on the ground. She had to get back to the others…


Their lips touched and Sango sighed. How long had she waited for this? Wondering if he would ever decide he wanted her and her only. Miroku’s lips were gentle and soft. His hands roamed her back, moving lower. Suddenly he shoved her roughly to the ground and she watched in horror as his body transformed into that of the half transformed demon lord of the western lands. He grinned at her baring a row of razor teeth.

Inuyasha stood silently over the young slayer as she thrashed violently in her sleep. She would not speak a word of what had happened to her. When she had met with him and Kagome at the well she had been badly wounded. That had been some three weeks ago and now he could only assume she had be raped and abused. She whimpered now and Inuyasha froze. That was no human sound. It sounded like the whimper of a dog. She did it again and he actually backed quickly away from her. With a savage cry she was on her feet. Red eyes met his and Inuyasha could only stare in shock. This was not Sango! It was some sort of demon. With a cry she turned and fled, heading west. Quickly he roused the others.


Sesshoumaru suddenly froze and the small Jaken actually bumped into him and quickly blurted out some amends. The demon Lord turned back the way they had come. Rin was sleeping on Ah-Un. Sesshoumaru stood absolutely still as the demon bared down on him. He saw a pink and green blur then… The woman! The human woman, one of Inuyasha’s pack was kneeled and trembling at his feet. A strange sent assaulted his senses, but he remained still as blazing red eyes turned up to him.

“What is this!!!! A-a human! How dare you touch Lord Sesshoumaru! You-” Sesshoumaru silenced him with a mere twitch of his only hand and slowly lowered that hand to her face. She began to purr even before his fingers touched her and the moment they did she fell forward into a heap against his legs, unconscious. Slowly he kneeled down to her, moving his face in close to the side of her neck. His fingers pulled the flimsy material of her kimono away to reveal what he most feared. A tremor coursed his fame as he moved closer still. Jaken squealed again. The mark was a twisted white scar… ‘How you have torn her flesh…’ He thought as he inhaled deeply of… Himself… His scent mingled with hers….