Haunted by lilxsuj

Prologue

Prologue.

Disclaimer: I give all credit to the creator of Inuyasha and Meg Cabot, the author of Haunted in which this fic is based upon. Like literally. Because I think, everyone should read this book. Why not make it something people like to hear. A Sesshomaru/ Kagome romance! =] only I am going to change the ending to it ends up Sess/Kag

Fog. That's all I can see. Just fog, the kind that pours in from the bay every morning, seeping onto the floor in cold, ropy tendrils...

Only here there are no windows, or even a floor. I am in a corridor lined with doors. There is no ceiling overhead, just coldly winking stars in an inky-black sky. The long hall made up of closed doors seems to stretch out forever in all directions.

And now I'm running. I'm running down the corridor, the fog seeming to cling to my legs as I go, the closed doors on either side of me a blur. There's no point, I know, in opening any of these doors. There's nothing behind them that can help me. I've got to get out of this hallway, only I can't, because it just keeps getting longer and longer, stretching out into the darkness, still blanketed in that thick white fog...

And then suddenly, I'm not alone in that fog. Inuyasha is there with me, holding my hand. I don't know if it's the warmth of his fingers or the kindness of his smile that banishes my fear, but suddenly, I am convinced that everything is going to be all right.

At least until it becomes clear that Inuyasha doesn't know he way out any more than I do. And now even the fact that my hand is in his can't squelch the feeling of panic bubbling inside me.

But wait. Someone is coming toward us, a tall figure striding through the fog. My frantically beating heart--the only sound I can hear in this dead place, with the exception of my own breathing--slows somewhat. Help. Help at last.

Except that when the fog parts and I recognize the face of the person ahead of us, my heart starts pounding more loudly than ever. Because I know he won't help us. I know he won't do a thing.

Except laugh.

And then I'm alone again, only this time, the floor beneath me has dropped away. The doors disappear, and I am teetering on the brink of a chasm so deep, I cannot see the ground below. The fog swirls around me, spilling into the chasm and seeming intent on taking me with it. I am waving my arms to keep from falling, grabbing frantically for something, anything, to hold on to.

Only there's nothing to grab. A second later, an unseen hand gives a single push.

And I fall.

Preview of Ch. 1

"Well, well, well," said a distinctly masculine voice from behind me. "If it isn't Higurashi, Kagome." Look. I won't lie to you. When a cute guy talks to me--and you could tell from this guy's voice that he was easy on the eyes; it was in the self-confidence of those well, well, wells, the caressing way he said my name--I pay attention. I can't help it. I'm a sixteen-year-old girl, after all. It wasn't until I'd given the old raven shine a flip that I turned around and saw that the cutie who'd said my name was someone I'm not too fond of. In fact, you might say i have a reason to be scared to death of him. What was he doing here? What was he doing here?