Wet Wings by PleasurePearl

Wet Wings

I started this story in 2007, recently back I disoverd it had won best dark fic 3rd place.  I have thoughts to continue it if anyone wishes to read the rest of the story, let me know!  Formaily known as pinkpleasurepearl i have lost the ability to access my account, my e-mail account long since dead...so let me re-introduce myself as pleasurepearl.  I will not re-eddit the preveios postings but will continue with the old story updating its chapters if it appeals.  Let me know :)  Thanks and enjoy, this will be dark!!  I will update weekly if possibly, or bi weekly.

“Help me! I can’t stand this aching pain I feel chewing me out from the inside. Its inescapable and it haunts my weary eyes as sleep eludes me!” Arms shivered as they closed tightly over her chest. Pained blue eyes looked upward in hope.

“Help you?” The voice held a faint interest, chilled with malice. Darkness enveloped the figure and lifted it into its shadow arms. “My aide is not free human, can you pay the price?” Inhuman eyes wondered at the trembling girl before it. “Fate will be the judge and deal out your new hand, it might not be much of a improvement human. The risk you take is exceedingly high.” Interest sparked within the creature.

Hesitantly Kagome unwrapped her arms, holding her open palms outward. “Take whatever you will, my life if that should be the price! But I beg for any end to this suffering!”

Laughter filled and vibrated the vast darkness inside the cavern, leaving a loud ring to buzz in Kagome’s ears. “I will never grow tired of the foolishness of you humans’!” Quickly lashing out at the young girl without a second thought, the creature enveloped her into its cool shadows, devouring everything she was. “Mhhh tasty!”

Kagome thrashed in the hot liquid as it forcibly entered her mouth and nose, painfully filling her lungs. It burnt at her open eyes, but was nothing but darkness to be seen. Starved for air a primal panic set in, forcing her body into survival mode. Willing her powers to come forth, Kagome was horrified to realize nothing was answering her desperate cry. Seeming to know what she had attempted the liquid quivered around her, vibrating with laughter. The voice was muffled but easily enough heard to Kagome’s straining ears. “I will take everything you once were, Miko you are no longer!”

Clamping her mouth shut against the darkness was useless, and a blinding pain throbbed in her jaw as her mouth was torn open, and suddenly there was light. The familiar light that had once come to her aide was being pulled from her open mouth, wrenched from her being. Screams were blocked by the thick greedy arms, heady with need as it wrapped the last glowing orb in a cocoon of shadows. Once again left in the darkness with only the imprint of light against her now shut eyes.

Pain, Inexplicable pain, tore and clawed at her, taking and taking! Numbness never came and but time blurred, as familiar feelings were pulled from her, and forgotten as they left her lips. Horror pulsed in every vain loudly, as Kagome forgot all about her family beyond the bone eaters well. Soon to follow was her name, and friends, all forgotten. No longer fearful, having forgot the meaning of fear was a quickly changing form of the once human girl. Sorrow was the only sensation left within.

The laughter was uncontrollable as the creature took it all in. The fates made it all worth it, their sense of humor was delectable! What had come to the creature crying and seeking, now looked curiously up. Forgotten it all! A evil glow lit its eyes. It had looked into what had troubled the human girl as her memories were extracted from the once human heart. It was nothing compared to what she now unwittingly would have to come to face. The destruction of her friends and hanyou lover wasn't what interested the creature, it was the destruction of the portal. More interesting was the fact that the girl was from the future. Not that she would ever recall her home beyond the bone eaters well, or remember any of the intriguing inventions of her time. But the memories would be entertainment enough to last the creature eons.

Returning its gaze to the girl before it, the creature laughed. The fates had not been kind in dealing out this new hand. Before the creature was a wet winged, wobbly, immortal swan Youkai. Never before had one existed, she was and would always be the only one. Immortal in every sense of the word, death would never come knocking for her. She would live with the sensitivity of a swan, she would know sorrow, love, and could be taught once again, the meaning of fear. There was not a doubt in his mind she would come to hate and resent herself, and any future pain would know no ending. Cruel were the fates to those who abandoned their paths with weakness when born with the strength to overcome. “Your name is Kagome.” The creature enlightened to the curiosity of the swan before him.

“Kagome.” She walked on unstable legs, wandering nude and aimlessly. “Kagome.” She kept repeating, words awkward and foreign to her. What was a name? Wide crystal blue eyes absorbed the world around her, her nose twitching with new scents. “Kagome.” She repeated, and repeated, as the day grew old and a young night was born. Amazed at the sunset, she drifted from the forest and unknowingly entered a human village.

Caught off guard by the new scents her gaze was torn from the darkening sky, to the alarmed and flushed faces of the human villagers. Unafraid but curious Kagome approached, ignorant to the stares she was receiving. Fluttering her wings in eagerness Kagome smiled, a habit she had discovered to be enjoyable.

“A-angel?” Gasping, and low hushed voices erupted around her, as the towns people bent down into a bow, uncertain.

“Kagome.” She repeated the only word she knew, and attempted to position her body the way they had bent before her. The shock of silk fell lightly upon her shoulders, and Kagome quickly buried her fingers into the enjoyable texture of the fabric. Innocently she lifted it to her cheek and grinned.

The villagers led her into a hut, where they fed and clothed her in fine silk, washing her feet in warm water. They observed her with curiosity and suspicion. They had caught on quick, knowing she did not speak their language, and conversed openly between each other.

“If she is a angel what you are purposing is a grievous sin! To hand a angel over to a demon?” One villager opposed what was going on.

“Remember yourself, and your family! Even if she is an angel, it is our only chance. We struck a deal with the demon of these western lands, that should we seek to set up home here we would pay tribute to him for both his protection and the prosperities of this land! I do not want to think what would happen should we once again have him collect on our empty hands!”

The argument continued until early morning when it had come to agreement that the Angel would be offered as the months payment.

Unease was heavy in the air for the villagers, as the last week before payment came to a dwindling end. The villagers had came to enjoy the appearance of the small woman Angel, whom seemed to posses the touch of a healer. Twice had she healed without as much of a bat of an eye and a touch of her fingers. Wounds that would have been fatal in any normal circumstances. With such miracles it grew harder for them to do what they knew they must.

The sun had halfway climbed its way into the sky when the bells went off in the village that morning, alerting them all the time had come. Rushing with their robes, the townspeople lit candles and waited at the doors of their homes. Downcast eyes occasionally peeked a look at the western lord, and hearts clenched. He strode past them all with a coolness that seeped chillingly into their skin and bones. Clad in armor and royal silks, the demon looked fierce. Swords strapped to his hip, and deadly claws rested just so, that the villagers were reminded of what they could do. The bells stopped ringing, and out came the town chief, with the cloaked angel.