The Vampire in the Attic (inuyasha fanfiction)

The Vampire in the Attic

Hey everyone! （≧∇≦） sooooo I decided to start a new Inuyasha fanfic, I know the other one is completed yet but this one will be shorter, more fluff. And hopefully this won't be as long as the other one which will probably get up to a fifty chapters or something. I might break into two though but that's a whole other story. :P

Anyway, I hope you will like this one and enjoy the plot as much as I am enjoying it in my head... I swear my family will think I am crazy if they can read my mind.

So again I say, I hope you enjoy the fic and soo

On with chapitre 1. *dramatic music*

Chapter 1- A vampire?

"Is that all?" He set down my luggage.

"Yeah, thanks brother." I said hugging my older brother, Misaki.

"You're welcome love," he said ruffling my hair.

"Save that for your girlfriend or is it boyfriend this time?" I asked looking up at him.

"Umm.. boyfriend who cross dresses," he blushed.

"You have weird tastes Misaki," I raised an eyebrow laughing.

"Rima, I think you're the last person who should call me weird," he smirked down at me.

And yes down... way too down, I was 4'8 and always called a shrimp or a midget or othe synonyms for short.

"Okay okay just go already, I want to settle in," I started pushing him out the door.

"Is that any way to treat your dear older brother?"

"Stop leaning all your weight on me or I will drop you," I laughed as he stood straight, he turned around to face me, all amusement gone from his face.

"Call me if you need anything, I don't care what time it is, just call me," he said as he pulled me to him.

"I will be okay," I mumbled hugging him back.

"I know... I know but I am still worried, it will be different without you shorty," he gave me squeeze.

"Sorry..."

"Don't apologize, it wasn't your fault," he whispered as he let me go, "I will drop by tomorrow."

I nodded and waved at him as he walked to his car.

Sighing, I closed the door and faced the the house, "who's the douchebag who chose the furniture in this place?" I mumbled.

I unpacked my stuff upstairs in the master room and reflected on the house, it was huge and yet the seller gave it up to a very small price, he seemed happy to get rid of it.

"It is a nice place though, even if it kind of gives you chills," I mumbled.

I looked out the window and noted that it was night, "how long have I been unpacking? Well most of my stuff are already unpacked so what now?"

I started walking around and went downstairs, but at some point of time I felt someone behind me, so I spun around and there was this really tall guy closing in on me.

"What the hell?" I exclaimed jumping back, "where did you come from?!"

"I have been here the whole time," he growled, his voice low and strong.

"Eh? I live here, wait are you a burglar?" I asked.

"Ha?"

"If you are then please steal some of the furniture,"

"Why would I steal my furniture woman?"

"Your furniture?" I asked tilting my head, he nodded as he started approaching me again.

"Wait are you a ghost then?" I asked.

"How do you come up with stuff like that? I am no ghost."

"RAPIST!" with that I slapped him and hard.

"Ha? Did you just slap me?!" he exclaimed.

"Stay away or... or I will kick your balls!"

"Woman you stand no chance against me," he bared fangs... wait.. fangs?

"Umm are you by any chance a vampire?" I asked.

"Took you long enough to realize wench," he growled, his eyes gleaming in the darkness.

"Back off vamp!" I kicked him, just where I said.

He simply raised am eyebrow, "Wench, what do you think you're doing?"

"Umm getting you away from me?" it came out as a question, and from some reason he straightened up and crossed his arms.

"Well this is no fun.." he turned around and started walking up the stairs.

"Wait where did you come from?" I ran after him.

"This really is no fun, are you perhaps crazy human? Why do you not run?"

"Where did you come from?"

"Answer my question first wench."

"I have a name asshole."

"So do I, little bitch."

"What's yours douchebag?"

"None of your business.... Rima-chan," he smirked as he kept walking, he went down a hallway and pressed the wall, the ceiling opened and stairs came down.

"How do you know my name?"

"Your brother is loud," he said looking down at me.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

"You're not scared," he said as if it was the most obvious thing.

"Eh?"

"Blood tastes better when mixed with fear," he glared at me suddenly, "and I feel no fear from you, little bitch!" he suddenly disappeared and the stairs went up.

I looked up then where he was a second ago, up then down, up down, up down.

"I think I am crazy after all..." I came to this conclusion.

I must be, there's no way a vampire lives in my attic.. or is it his?