Demon slayer: What if (Season one: The rising sun) (Being rewritten!!!!)

Chapter Eight: The Smell of Enchanting Blood

Narrater POV

"Oh?" The woman walking next to the man asked, "What's going on? Are you alright, sweetheart?"

The man let go of his neck, as veins started to bulge. The finger was absorbed into the man's skin as fangs grew in his mouth.

"You look pale." The woman said.

"Graaarr!" The man now had blood-red eyes, drool dripping from his mouth as he lunged at the woman.

"No! Stop!" Tanjiro shouted, finally feeling like he was in control of his body again.

The woman screamed as the demon bit into her shoulder.

"What is it?"

"What's wrong?"

"Is that blood?"

The crowd murmured as the demon growled.

"Stop! No!" Tanjiro shouted, running towards the demon and woman, wrapping his scarf around his hand and stuffing it into the demon's mouth. Muzan watched from a distance, his plum-red eyes staring at Tanjiro.

"No! Sweetheart!" The woman shouted.

"Listen!" Tanjiro shouted, "You need to worry about yourself, ma'am! Cover that wound, and apply as much pressure as you can!" Tanjiro struggled as the demon growled.

'It's all right. It'll turn out fine.' Tanjiro thought. 'The woman's wound doesn't look fatal.' "Press down harder!" Tanjiro shouted out. "It needs more pressure! Tie it down with a rope!" 'It's going to be okay. this man hasn't killed anyone yet. A few seconds ago this guy was minding his own business walking down the street!'

The girl in Muzan's arm cried as she hugged Muzan's shoulder, "Are you alright? Don't look, okay?" Muzan turned to his "wife", "Rei, I think we should go. It's not safe."

'Where is he?' Tanjiro thought, raising his head, the demon grunted, and Tanjiro growled as he grit his teeth. 'Damn. Damn it all! I can't leave this man alone here.'

"Muzan Kibutsuji! No matter where you go! I promise you won't escape me!"

"What's the matter with that boy, Tsukihiko?" Muzan's "wife" asked. "Tsukihiko?"

Muzan paid her no mind, just narrowing his eyes and kept walking.

"You can run as far as you want! I'll follow you to the ends of hell! And my blade with be the last thing you see! I'll never forgive you for what you've done! Remember my name, Muzan Kibutsuji! I am Tanjiro Kamado! The tsuguko of Yoriichi Tsugikuni!"

Muzan's eyes widened at that name, his body shook, but he forced himself to stop.

"What the hell's going on over here?" A police officer asked.

"Another drunk." Another officer answered.

"Step away from that man right now, kid!" A third officer said.

"I can't." Tanjiro grunted, "Bring restraints to hold him down! Quickly!"

"Get away from him. Get up!" An officer ordered.

"Please don't do that! I'm the only one who can hold him back!"

"Get off!"

"I'm begging you! No!"

The second officer gasped, "Get a load of this guy's face. Looks like he lost his mind."

"Help me get the kid off him!" The first officer said.

"Let me go! I don't want to let this person kill anybody! Just stay out of the way! Someone could get hurt!" Tanjiro shouted as a person from the crowd gave a small gasp.