Scroll One

Page one

It was a calm and silent night at 4:44 a.m., the air empty giving a clear view of the stars, shining majestically. Everyone sat quietly in individual rows, sad expressions on their faces, all but one.

This solitary person sat still like the others, but instead of a distressed face, he wore a concealed smirk. His hair was a pale silvery white color, pulled back into a high ponytail, falling just beyond his tailbone. His eyes were hidden beneath his bangs as they gathered in front of his face. He held himself as if he were regal, like he was superior to all those around him.

576 people were gathered together in a humongous structure built for ceremonies such as these. The ceilings were arched with four circular windows put there for a purpose. The building had seemingly infinite space, with elegant carvings and elaborate markings decorating every pillar. Made of all marble, handcrafted statues of gloomy looking creatures stood by entrance. They looked almost human, but not quite. The floors were bare with the exception of the ornate marble benches. At the front of the beautifully decorated room was a small stage. Resting upon it was an ebony wooden coffin of considerable size holding someone lying very still.

This person had thick, smooth hair the same color of clouds splayed about his prison, with bangs laying flat on his face. His eyes were molten amber and wide open. The man's mouth was open as well, and he was bearing his teeth at some unknown ghost. His fangs were white and clean, just as his body was pale and still. An unmarred face made him look royal, with high set cheekbones and a chiseled jaw. He was dead, no one doubted this fact, and yet, he waited for his ultimate destruction, as was custom for beings such as him.

Every person in the room fidgeted in their seats, glancing up at the windows every now and then, some more antsy than others. They sat and waited for sixteen more agonizingly slow minutes, and then they knew that the sun was rising. As they sat on the benches, they gazed up in fear as pale whispery beams began gliding down the walls of the building slowly, eagerly heading towards their destination. Some people shut their eyes in terror, but most couldn't look away as the beams hit Sesshomaru in the coffin.

He did not move, and he did not scream in pain for he was no longer with this world. And the process continued. Slowly his flesh began to smoke as parts of his face and hands turned black, slowly scorching him. His body under going the same torture underneath his clothing. His open mouth was the last to burn. Then, just before the suns rays could move away completely, Sesshomaru's body fractured. Slowly but surely, more cracks began to appear, until parts of him began to fall apart as ash, soiling the coffins silky insides. And then it was over. The beams of light filtered back up the walls and back through the windows as the sun moved away from the necessary spot. It was done.

With the ceremony completed, everyone felt out of place. All was quiet except for the groups slow, steady breathing. Soon two scarlet haired beings walked calmly to the front and closed the coffin, before picking it up and walking out the back door.

The man who had been smirking stood up, not bothering to hide his obvious delight from the audience before him. As he began walking towards the doors as the first one to leave, people stared at him in disbelief as he mumbled two small words joyfully.

"Good riddance." Then all 575 vampires stared off at him in wonder as Inuyasha walked off and the door slammed shut behind him.

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foxgirl: this was originally just a story for fun, with original characters but then I decided to turn it into a Fanfiction. Yay vampires! I'm obsesses, okay? anyways, review please.