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Feeling the kiss Lan turned his head looking at Sakura "It was D." Watching as D walked away Lan shrugged as he turned the other way continuing on deeper into the forest "and I don't mind you riding."

"I could be." Grinning Lan continued walking reaching the lake. Stopping at the edge of the bank the young man began looking around "There it is." as he continued along up the river Lan raised one hand pointing at a large dark object that was in a shape of a building "do you see it?"

Walking up to building Lan slowly opened the door taking a look around in the empty room "by the looks of it I say it was an old housing or a church, but I think it suites well for a tavern don't you think?" Walking up the stairs to the second floor Lan noticed another staircase leading to the third level. As the young man made his way down the hall to the next staircase he peered inside all six rooms seening that nothing was left instead of old dressers and beddings.

"I just came across it on my way back from my little trip." Lan made his way up to the third looking down at her through a hole in the floor "unless you may have other plans for it."

Vanishing into the floor Lan appeared upside down meeting eye level with Sakura "Well it suites me for there is more room." Looking at Saiai Lan lowered his arm to her scratching under her chin "but I just thought it may be a good place for more guests wouldn't you think?"

Getting bored she wandered out side where she met face to face with a spiderweb. In her current drunkness she didnt notice it untill it was allover her face. "Well damn..." she murmered as she wiped her face. She looked around and saw Kokou chasing a butter-fly. She laughed and set the bottle down. Walking into the forrest she pulled a 7' katana from her Kimono sleeve.
She begins to strike at the air and dodge as if she was fighting someone. Moving with elegant grace, her feet never staying in the same place for more than a second she continued to strike at the nonexistant foe. She started moving faster and faster. her steps becoming faster and more fleeting. A cloud of dust started to form around her as she was striking and dodging. She stoped with the tip of her blade in the dirt. When the dust cleared she was breathing normaly. She hadnt worked up a sweat at all. She sheathed the blade and pulled a strap from her sleeve to strap the blade to her back. She sat down on a near by rock fixing the strap to the end of the sheath. Once placing it on her back She continues to sit on the rock staring out into space.

Some how, she managed to grasp one of her weapons and slowly raise it up while the one that slapped her looked up alaughing. D, gasped and asked for her hand to help her out, he summoned a demon to take care of the rest. when she snapped to she fell down on the ground, the blood stained her whiter then the moon skin. ( sorry kids was abit bloody no matter how i tryed to write it.)

Her somewhat torn clothing was thrown at her feet and she was abandoned in the corridor. They didn’t even think enough of her at this moment to see for sure that she left. They knew she wouldn’t have dared to stay.

Finally finding the strength to get to her feet, D limped down the dark hallway the demon had indicated that would lead him back to the outside world.

she stumbled out the door with moon's faint light peaking over the distant treetops that encircled the structure that had just stolen the last few hours of her life. SHe fell, got up, stumbled and fell again, but with a sense of desperation clawed her way any way she could away from the place of his torture. SHe carried her clothing to where she had stopped and finally started to put weak limbs through shirtsleeves and slide painfully into tight pants.

SHe was filthy and sore and the events of the night came crashing into her weary head. SHe collapsed against the side of the tree and slid sobbing to the ground. SHe curled into the fetal position as the large moon finally broke the horizon and cried out at the injustice of what had been done to her. SHe had come seeking death and had gone through worse than that and now had to live with the pain of it all as well.

“This may sound like a stupid question, but are you going to be alright, D?” the voice gently asked from his left palm.

Not answering, D just wept harder into the crook of her right arm until her body shook and the blood pounded in her ears. SHe heart wrenchingly screamed her sorrow into the ground and slammed her fists down repeatedly.

“What is it going to take?! Why didn’t they just kill me?” D screamed at her left palm. SHe knew she was being unreasonable, but she didn’t know how she was supposed to deal with this.

“Come on. Lets just get out of here and get you cleaned up. We can figure this all out later.”

“Later? Do you know how much time this is going to take to ‘figure out’?”

“I think that was the point of what they did. Now pick your sorry a** up and let’s get going.”

The broken dhampire finally did what she was told, knowing there was nothing else to be done other than keep going. It was going to be harder now, but she knew that it was her fate or else they would have taken her life this night.

After much uncomfortable shifting, D gained to her feet and started her slow trot to some water. Every step jarred injuries in a body too weakened to heal itself just now, but they kept on going.

Soon they came to a spot in a dark forest near a fairly clear stream where D washed herself, scrubbing vigorously with sand from the banks, scrubbing until her skin was raw and even bleeding in places. SHe did the same with her clothing, tattered though it now was. When the morning sun did show even, already nearing it’s zenith and exhausted muscles could carry him no farther, she wrapped himself up in her jacket she carried and curled up on the ground under a tree and very near a large tree.

“Are you ready to talk about this yet?”

“No,” the reply was clipped.

“It wasn’t your fault you know.”

“I know.”

“You couldn't of done it any differently.”

“Shut up.”

“It’s not your fault.”

D took a deep breath and after a while in a voice suspiciously once again choked with tears she replied, “Shut up.”

“It’s not.”

Weeping, she fell into nightmare rattled slumber and torment was once again the master of her soul. It would never change and she knew it.

“…Shut up.”