Whirlwind
The thick of things...
No…no…it couldn’t be happening. He didn’t call upon the powers to start the change into his wolf form. What the hell was going on? One minute he was fighting with Alica and the next he was consume with unbearable flames of indigo heat. It made him immobile, wanting to shift, forcing him to succumb to his dark instinct.
No! He could not give into the shift; he had to fight it. If he were to shift he would go deeper into his bloodlust and might hurt Kagome, Sango, Shippou, Kirara, or even Miroku. He wouldn’t mind killing Inuyasha or Alica for that matter. No, he didn’t want to kill anyone; there was no telling how far he would go in his wolf form.
His body shuddered violently when a hand touched his shoulder. He lifted his head and his red hazed vision landed on Alica. Her lilac eyes were animated with concern, fear, and something to hidden to be seen.
As he inhaled her scent of a crisp winter’s breeze, he relaxed slightly. She kneeled down in front of him, her movements uncertain and tense. The close proximity of her body sent shivers through his body, cooling him down. Somehow she was holding his shift at bay by her presences alone. But his body carved for something more, something that only she could give him.
He pulled her into his frame roughly, burying his head in the hollows of her neck, inhaling more of her soothing scent. He growled when he smelt her fear, it excited him, but then he become angry at the scent of two other males.
His hold on her tightened as he nuzzled his face against her soft skin. The pounding of her heart and heavy breathing was enlivening, but not more so then the rushing of her blood. Her blood. Just thinking about it made him dizzy, thirsty to taste the sweet metallic wine. He placed an opened mouth kiss on her neck, tasting her salty sweat and skin.
Just then his indigo aura began battle with her crimson aura. Both energies erupted around them like flames and began to dance a very old dance of war. Each fought for dominance…carving to be the victor…fighting…dancing… emerging…entrancing. And just when it looked like Alica would prevail Kouga’s aura claimed victory and engulfed the crimson light…sheathing them both in his indigo heat.
Her body grew tense and she tried to pull away, but he held her fast while placing another kiss on her neck, and another and another. He trailed his tongue down the heated flesh of her neck to her shoulder where he began to nip her none to gently. Her body began to relax in his arms as he feasted on her neck and shoulders. He could even hear her soft gasps and sharp intakes of breaths. Kouga smirked into the juncture of her shoulder and neck before sinking his fangs into her flesh. A cry of shock and pain escaped her lips as her hands fisted into his hair, pulling, trying to get him off. But he sunk his fangs in deeper, drinking of the divine liquid pouring into his mouth.
Her blood was sweeter then anything he tasted before, lanced with power, adrenaline, and fear. It was what his body wanted; it was the only thing keeping him from shifting. As her blood seeped into his system he felt tranquil, his clouded thoughts cleared and the burning heat within him cooled. But something was wrong; a strong sense of forbidding enclosed his awareness. Then he heard it, soft, weak, and dying. It was a heartbeat—Alica’s heartbeat and he knew for some reason he could let her die.
Reluctantly, he pulled his fangs from her supple skin, licking the small droplets of blood trying to escape her wound. He then pulled away from her fully as he licked his lips, savoring the taste as he watched her crumble before him. She was pale, deathly pale, but she would recover in a matter of days. Her eyes were fluttering as she tried to open them, but after three attempts they stayed closed. Kouga’s tail twitched contently as he studied the female before him with a small frown.
What the hell was he going to do about her?
Sounds of approaching footsteps jarred him back to reality. The dark void the had encased him was replaced by the bright sun overhead, the trees rustling in the breeze, birds singing from their canopies, and the presence of the small group surrounding him. He had forgotten he had company. He got to his feet weakly as if he had fought an onslaught of demons and sighed. Reaching into the hidden folds of his fur wrap and he retrieved a hair-band. He swept his unruly hair into a ponytail as he turned to face the spectators indifferently.
A growl of warning past his lips when he seen the two males of the group approach.
“What the hell did you do to her?” Inuyasha said as he heeded the warning, forcing Miroku to stop as well.
“Nothing that concerns you,” Kouga replied coolly as he brushed the dirt from his person.
“Is she alright?” Kagome asked softly, still edging her way towards them.
Kouga gave her a sharp look, stopping her in her tracks. He studied her for a long while, taking in her beauty as he had done so many times before. But it was different somehow. He didn’t feel warm or light as usually. He actually felt slightly revolted and displeased by her presence. Kouga didn’t even want to be near her, which was pretty bizarre. Maybe it had something to do with the strange events that had just transpired.
Everything should be back to normal tomorrow—hopefully.
“Do me a favor Kagome,” he said, his voice slightly cold and detached. He continued when she nodded her head yes. “Look after her for three days. I will fetch her on the third night, ok?”
“Kouga,” she whispered meekly. “Are you ok?”
“No,” he responded as he stepped over Alica’s fallen form and disappeared on a whirlwind.
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