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The broken stone

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It had been eighteen years since her death, and Hisana deserved a decent looking gravesite.

Walking calmly alone in the nearing and slowly creeping shadows of what would soon become the setting of the hidden sun, Rukia Kuchiki--younger sister to the late Hisana Kuchiki--walked by all other graves with her sights solely set upon her sister's. In her hand she carried a large bouquet of flowers, filled with lilies, several roses, and white daffodils, all collected together by pink tissue paper.  

Getting nearer, Rukia almost felt a twinge of something in the back of her mind. It made the tiny hairs on the back of her neck raise, but she ignored the spooked feeling. There was no one to be seen in the cemetery, so no one could be watching her. Plus, even if they decided to attack her, she knew enough self-defense to kick their ass.

As she finally arrived at her sister's grave, brown colored leaves crunched under her feet. It was the end of October, November the next day actually. All Saints Day would have probably been a more proper spiritual holiday to visit Hisana's grave, but it was the day she died all those years ago. A lung disease killed her, not seen in time to be claimed cancer or anything else.

It was getting closer to evening, and the air was chilled from the overcast sky. She shivered, and Rukia tugged her blue-gray jacket tighter around her body. Placing the bouquet in front of Hisana's grave, she stood back up, her fingers laced together in respect. Suddenly, she thought she heard a playful laughter in the air, and her eyes rotated up to look at her surroundings. No one was around her except for the silent tombstones and the sleeping souls of the dead beneath her feet. It was a distinct laughter that bothered her--a girl's laughter--happy and light-hearted. She couldn't decipher where the emotion had come from, but it didn't really interest her anymore either.

Rukia brushed it off her shoulder, and began to go back to praying quietly.

But the eruptive laughter came back to her ears, more forceful and louder than before. This time, it sounded like multiple people were laughing, more or less likely at her.

The different voices mixed with one another as Rukia still tried to concentrate on praying for her sister, and ignoring them as best as she could.

"She's still praying?" the girl's voice giggled lightly.

"Doesn't she realize it's useless to pray to someone who can't hear her?" another, much deeper male voice added along.

"Be quiet," one ordered. "At least she still has some faith."

"Even if that faith is in a god who doesn't listen?"

She stood up angrily to tell these voices to be quiet and to leave her alone, but her eyes slowly widened and a rapid cold feeling enveloped her body. She soon regretted it.

Four people were nearby, surrounding her in a way, all lounging around on the tombstones like they were chairs, all except for one. One stood tall and erect on one of the gravestones, it baring the last name of "Kurosaki" within its etchings. He was fairly tall with orange, fire colored hair, and dark eyes. Ones that Rukia couldn't pull away from. His arms were folded across his chest, a playful smirk resting on his lips. Dressed fairly nicely as well, he wore black dress pants, and an old fashioned waistcoat the color of royal purple, actually going along nicely with the rest of his ensemble. A golden chain hung out of one of his pockets, reminding Rukia of the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland who was constantly worried and checking the time.

Two other men were behind him, one dark-skinned man completely hunched over a stone looking bored, and the other leaned against a stone casually, his jet-black hair and glinting glasses watching her from afar.  

The girl, the one whose voice Rukia kept hearing laugh, was leaning against a white-washed tombstone, her outfit a black, Lolita dress situated with lace trimmings, lace leg garters and mesh arm stockings. Light blue, six-star flower petals adorned the sides of her head, hovering where the side of her bangs stopped.

The girl had long chestnut colored hair that stretched all the way down her back as it swayed in the incredible breeze that now overtook Rukia's mind.

If they were trying to intimidate her, it was working.

The girl tapped her lip as she thought about something, never taking her haunting eyes off of Rukia. She finally smiled viciously, and began to shift herself from sitting on the gravestone to standing. "Kurosaki-kun, I'm hungry," she said giggling, Rukia's eyes going wide as panic set in and she began to break out in a cold sweat.

The one standing tall and arrogant on the tombstone, extremely handsome with fire colored hair and pitch black eyes kept his eyes on her own, hypnotizing Rukia almost into a daze. "Then I suggest you go get some dinner."

The girl was on Rukia in an instant. She had to dodge the girl's brute-force attack by stepping back quickly to avoid being swiped by her long nails. But it didn't work to her advantage. The girl came back at her again, this time clawing at Rukia's clothes and actually slicing through them to her bare skin. To avoid getting scratched by them again, she kicked at the girl in the stomach, and she actually fell back. Or, did she just jump away?

Two of the males, the dark one and the one with the glasses began to jump at Rukia, and she only barely dodged their attacks as well. She was freaking out, her mind telling her to get out of there before it was too late. The only one that hadn't attacked her was the man with orange hair, still watching the fight scene carefully. Or, were his eyes just on her?

Rukia didn't know what to do next, the one with the glasses and swiped at her legs and she fell onto the grass clumsily. Believing they would kill her then and there, Rukia screamed and kicked at the man, he yelling in pain. She got him in the right spot. Clueless, she picked herself up and ran. There was no thinking at this point, instinct drove her to survive.

The girl snarled, her fangs showing. "Ishida-kun, she's getting away!"

After giving himself a minute for the horrid pain to subside, he picked himself up and nodded, irritated by the girl and the fact she got him so easily.

They sprinted after the raven-haired girl, willing to chase her down until the ends of the earth. After they began the hunt, the man on the stone marked "Kurosaki" stepped down from his throne, and merely watched the chase with an expressionless face.

Just as he was about to join the other two vampires, words stopped him.

"Ichigo, are you really going to go after the girl?"

The one with the orange-flamed hair turned back to his friend and companion, his bangs shading his true character. The dark-skinned man was huge by any normal man's size, and even though there was an evil within him, he still looked worried. The one named Ichigo nodded. "Yes. She's the one, Chad. She's the one I need."

His friend understood, and with a nod they ran.


Running. All she did was run. And they were catching up to her. Her feet skittered across the tall grass faster than a deer in flight from a raging wolf. But this was no wolf after her, oh no, this was something much more fearful and hungry than the average wolf. Something much more terrifying and thirsty for her blood.

That's all they wanted from her--her blood.

It scared her to death how persistent they were on the hunt. Rukia gulped and nearly choked on her own saliva as she continued to run in the opposite direction from those wild beasts. Running up the hill was difficult as well, but the adrenaline screaming through her blood was making her dash.

Rukia didn't know why it had to be her they were after; she just went to the cemetery to visit her dearly departed sister! Then they showed up, cocky and arrogant as they stood upon the gravestones like they showed no shame whatsoever. But of course something terrible had to happened, she couldn't even begin to explain to herself what they were. Demons? Vampires? They must have been, they were only after her for her blood! Rukia also thought that her creamy white skin might have been a factor to all this, but something else bothered her. The one with the dark, golden eyes had frightened her most of all.

But where was she running to? There was no place to hide! Dammit, she was going to die! But then Rukia's eyes flashed on something. Wait, what was that? She stopped briefly and saw it standing in the distance. She gasped and ran towards it.

A church. She went into a dead run now, sprinting towards safety. "Vampires can't go into churches, right?" she asked herself quickly. She didn't know the answer, but was willing to take the risk. As the trees whipped by, she got closer to it, running across the mint green grass that led up to the sacred church.

Rukia continued to sprint up the stairs as her life depended on it, and flung open the church doors, needing the safety and protection of God's house more than she had ever needed it before. She ran inside, slamming the holy fortress shut and locking her away within its safety.

Heels hit the cobblestone as the living dead stood just on the outskirts of the hallowed land, none of them allowed to set foot onto it, so long as they pursued to kill the girl and drink her blood.

A low growl seeped through the vibrating air as the vampires became anxious, their shaded eyes set on the pure white sanctuary with distaste.  

"She's gone into the church," Ishida said with a gruff snarl, narrowing his eyes to where the girl had fled and clenching his teeth in anger.

The three younger became confounded as the eldest one stepped forward.

"I'll go," Ichigo said hastily, receiving a shocked look from the group.

"But, Kurosaki-kun, if you touch anything holy or blessed in there, you'll die!" the brunette told him desperately.

He became stoic in her eyes. "I'm willing to risk that."

"But—!"

A loud hiss erupted from his throat that told her to shut up immediately or else, which she did. The girl clasped onto her opposite wrist to steady herself, knowing she had gone too far with her beloved. He noticed, and calmed slightly, stepping towards the direction of the palace that was hiding his prey, and turning his back on the others.

"Don't worry Inoue, I've never let my prey escape me before."

His voice was serious and full of determination. He was also telling the truth when he said he'd never let his prey go before—he hadn't. Ichigo could be a blood-thirsty killer when it came to hunting, whether it be a person or another creature, and he was extremely deadly when he set his eyes on something that interested him. They had all realized that when he first saw the girl to begin with. And it was no wonder either. She had beautiful raven-colored hair, and an even more precious white-cream skin color that made them all want her. Her saddened and frightened eyes told a different story though, wild with blue streams and violet sapphires as she ran for her life.
It was obvious he had chosen her to be with him forever in this eternal hell.

Inoue became saddened by this thought, but pushed it aside. Vampires were murderers and savage beasts, not lame, soft white rabbits in a flower field. "Be careful," she whispered quietly, giving herself away, believing he wouldn't hear her solemn strength.

Ichigo rolled his eyes as he set foot slowly within the church boundaries, knowing what he was doing was against even his own jurisdictions. But this girl was different, and that gave him enough power alone to walk up to the church calmly.

Inside the building, Rukia panicked, running back and forth between the front of the church and the back, searching for anything that would protect her. Holy water, the holy bible, a crucifix--anything that would be able to protect her from these demons. But she was unsuccessful. The doors to where the priest would normally change was locked, the holy bible was no where in sight, the holy water had been taken out of the baptismal fount, and the largest crucifix with Jesus Christ hung suspended in the air some fifteen above her.

She was screwed.

The clack of the church doors opening made her freeze, and when they fully opened, a light breeze carried itself in, driving his spiced scent towards her. The doors clacked shut soon after, and freaking out, Rukia jumped under a pew to hide herself.

His eyes wandered around the room, searching for his target. He stopped halfway in, not even bothering to put up a fight. "Where are you?" he asked bored, no longer interested with hunting games. He wanted his meat rare and still alive.

The stillness of the church was unsettling, and Rukia needed to remain calm and quiet for as long as she could. The only thing that probably gave away her position was her erratic heartbeat, thumping faster than her feet as she ran. She figured he could probably heat it--what kind of vampire would he be if he couldn't? But she had to remain silent. She had to.

Ichigo rolled his eyes once more, an annoyed glare rising up as he bit his lip with one of his fangs. "COME OUT!"

Rukia yelped as her body responded to his call, and stood up all on its own, exposing herself to him.

"Oh, there you are," he said casually, knowing she was there the whole time but still amused by her reaction. With his eyes raking over her petite shaking body, it sent a thrill speeding through his own calm one, and the arrogant grin creeped up.

Rukia wanted to bolt, but she could hardly move. He flicked one of his fingers at her and she moved, her feet bringing her to stand at the head of the pew, facing him. Now that she was standing here alone, directly facing him, she could tell he was handsome now, or at least at one point he was. The eyes are what distorted his face away from his muscular body.

"Rukia," he asked sweetly, poisoned sugar and honey on his tongue, interrupting her thoughts, "do you know what day it is?"

"Um . . ." she hesitated, but only for a moment, "October 31st?"

A pleased smile adorned his face. "Correct. And you know the special occasion on this day, right?" He tilted his head to the side, giving her an amused, but sexy look. "It's supposed to be All Hallows Eve, or Halloween, in other countries. Don't you find it odd how we've collided on such a day as this?" he questioned tenderly, wondering if she would reply.

Rukia found it strange herself, but there was no coincidence that they met on this day. He was waiting for her for so much longer than he was saying. She knew this instinctly without even having to think about it. "No," she lied.

"What a pity."

She heard the flick of something coming from his direction, and turned her head to see what the noise was. He held a lighter, and looked up to see a flame resting gently above the wick.

"You can't smoke in here!"

Ichigo looked back up at her incredulously, the cigarette between his teeth. The lonely flame died as he snapped the cover shut, and he took a long drag, breathing in the nicotine as if it was the life he was searching for. "You really think God's going to do anything about it?"

"I wish he would," Rukia threw back at him, still keeping herself as far away from him as possible at the moment.  

He merely laughed.

"Hah, you can't even give me an answer. Maybe your faith isn't all the way there as I thought it was."

Rukia's face burned from becoming flustered and angered by his comment. "Why don't you just go to Hell . . ."

He found that even more amusing. He snorted and told her, "Honey, I am in Hell." He finished the cigarette quickly, and threw what was left of it on the carpet. "When I died, believe me, I didn't expect to become what I am now." His hands fell into his pockets as he continued to watch the girl with never-ending interest.

Rukia almost felt hurt for him when he said that. "How did you die?"

"A car accident," he stated matter-of-factly, shrugging his shoulders. "I was nineteen when it happened. I was hit going home by a drunk driver. He died on the scene, not that I give a shit." Ichigo paused, his charcoal eyes dimming as he remembered back to the time when he was still alive. "Someone had taken me out of the car, I guess I was bleeding pretty badly. It was a man, he said he was a doctor and would help me. He asked me if I wanted his help, and I said yes." A low growl vibrated through his throat as he remembered more. "The bastard bit me and turned me into a vampire." He looked back at Rukia, who was still standing at a distance before him, her ocean blue eyes looking troubled. "The doctor said he would help me but, heh, he helped himself instead."

"That's horrible."

Ichigo was actually taken aback by her sympathy. "Of course, it's the worst way to die," his tone was of remorse now, his eyes narrowed down with sadness. "Would you want to die while you knew you were still alive? Especially when you can feel your life slipping through your fingers and can do nothing to stop it? That's Hell," he ended angrily, shifting his now cold, black eyes back to hers.

Rukia stepped back hesitantly as he now stepped forward, only to feel the back of the pew's edge stick into her spine painfully, but she wouldn't scream. "So why are you after me?" she asked slowly, beginning to inch her hand behind her until it grabbed one of the holy hymnal books. "If you've already lived through that, then why are you willing to see someone else in that kind of pain?"

He stopped, still somewhat a good distance away from her, and was on her in an instant. Rukia's startled gasp was silenced as he covered her mouth with one hand, while the other cradled her wrist, making it numb and she dropped the book on the floor, a hollow echo resonating throughout the church.

"Why?" he asked curiously. His eyes lit up. "Because I like seeing other people in pain. It's just my nature."

Rukia felt a sting against the wrist he held, and flinched. She looked down, seeing blood begin to slide down her skin onto the floor. Rukia shuttered from the pain and his words, knowing that the pained face she just made him happy. And it did. He began to caress her cold-flushed cheeks with interest.

Ichigo tilted her chin up to face him directly. "Are you afraid of me?" he asked with a cocky accent.

Rukia shuttered at his surprisingly warm touch. "Of course I'm scared of you," she muttered under his palm.

A pleasant smirk washed over his face as he continued to harass her. "Wonderful. I knew you'd been even more beautiful when frightened."

She found that comment strange, and was sucked into his eyes by one light and innocent glance upwards.

"Rukia," he touched the side of her face with sweet care, playing with the dark strands of her hair that encircled her beauteous throat. "I think this was meant to be." His index finger trailed slowly up and down the column of her neck, she trying her best to pull away from him, but he was so close now there was no chance of that ever happening.

He uncovered her mouth as she stared deep into his eyes, petrifying with that one gaze. Her breath left in a rushed pace, and Ichigo hummed with delight.

She was his now. Not even this holy church that damned his kind to Hell could help her now.

"I wonder Rukia, can I really make you fall in love with me?"

She frowned, never taking her eyes away from his. "I don't believe in this kind of love. Or this sick, twisted game you're playing with me. You shouldn't even be allowed to set foot into this church, yet here you are." She gave him a smirk even while still in a haze. "Damned and ugly."

He hissed at her for mocking him and his looks, but found it funny that she was even able to concentrate with him standing so close to her. This girl was gorgeous, and he had to have her. A lonely vampire or not, he would make her his by the end of the night.

Rukia turned her head away from him. "You say my name so sweetly, yet I don't even know yours."

He smiled and brought his face closer to her own. "You'll find out eventually." He brought his lips even closer, but she struggled against him.

"No . . ."

"God can't help you now, Rukia. Give in to me."

With that, their lips touched, and this time no breath was left in her lungs. It was like an electric shock to Rukia's system. She fell against him, too weak to even try to escape from his arms now. He deepened the kiss by moving closer to her now, and how this ever happened she never knew, but he was now pressing her against a wall. She liked it, and she hated it all at the same time. Doing such a thing in the church was a scandal, but she couldn't push him away from her.

He kissed her for what seemed like forever, or at least until she was too drunk by his toxin to even think straight. He broke the kiss apart, and pushed the black strands away from her neck. He motioned forward, about to sink his fangs into her velvet skin.

Something flew by Rukia's eyes, and before she could be bitten, the vampire broke away from her, falling as if he had gotten hit. Rukia blinked a few times before she could understand what was happening. Standing next to her was a priest, huffing and watching the monster with rage, holding the Holy Bible in his hand.  

"Augh!" he screamed and fell back, clawing at the side of his face where he had been hit. As he fell, Ichigo smacked against something sharp and his hand began to bleed blood frozen by time. He rolled on the floor, screaming in pain, growling, hissing and cursing at the man who had come to Rukia's rescue.

Rukia could barely move. This savior had come out of no where, and rescued her so easily. The priest was dressed in his usual black attire and white collar, holding the book high, ready so smack the demon with it again if need be. His hair, in this dim light, was wavy and dropped to just above his shoulders. It was a muted blond color, and he looked like he could use a shave.

Stepping towards the vampire, who was still freaking out from the pain, he angrily spoke "Damn you, you lowly creature, what are you doing in God's house?" The priest was speaking in a different language, probably Latin, towards the vampire. But his voice changed back to his native tongue, and lowered his eyes with a saddened expression. "What are you doing here, Ichigo?"

He slowly got up to face this man to had practically branded him, using the side of the pew to steady himself, his hand still covering his cheek. "What do you think?" he ground out, "I'm after the girl!"

"Not anymore, you're not. Get out of here. Now."

Ichigo merely chuckled at his pathetic threat, uncovering the side of his face to reveal a fully etched cross. The one that stood out on the Holy Bible. Rukia gasped at how serious this was becoming, and it frightened her even more than the man who had his eyes on her.

The priest wasn't afraid of him; it felt more like he pitied the handsome vampire with his tarnished gray eyes. Even as he stood as the boundary between the blood-sucker and the virgin, Rukia could still tell that there had been something similar to this happening before.

They knew each other.

The priest sighed. "Ichigo, why are you doing this? How would you feel if your family knew what you had become?"

The vampire scowled. "Devastated. They would be in a constant trance of denial. Plus, they don't need to know what I've become," his voice lowered an octave, changing from the devilish, cocky snarl to a sincere one and his eyes dulled. "They don't need to know that their brother still can't find peace even after death."

"Are you sure it's not that you can't find peace, or that you won't let yourself be at peace?"

Ichigo's lip curled and an enraged hiss awoke, giving the other man a dirty look. "Be quiet, Kisuke, you're one to talk. Never knew you were a holy man to begin with. What's with the sudden change?"

He closed his eyes and shook his head, avoiding the question. "Why are you hunting after another girl?"

Rukia stared at the priest mortified. "What?!"

Ichigo ignored his alluring question for a moment and raised his hand, examining the shallow cut with a bored expression. Bringing it to his lips, he began to lick the wound carefully, and said, "When I see something I like, I go after it."

"Really?" Kisuke huffed. "Are you sure you're just not lonely?"

"Like hell I am." Once finished cleaning the blood off his hand, his eyes flashed viciously to the girl in front of him, the smell of her blood driving him forward. "But I'm hungry."

He jumped, and Rukia screamed. Kisuke used the Holy Bible as a shield to distract Ichigo, and it worked.

The priest grabbed the vampire by the shoulders and threw him to the ground, Ichigo surprisingly struggling under his grip. Kisuke pulled out a vial from his suit pocket, containing a clear liquid hiding inside it. Holy water. "Don't make me do this, Ichigo." Even while still putting all his weight down on the undead body, the vampire attempted to snap his fangs at his neck, rising up slightly, but was slammed back down onto the carpeted floor.  

Ichigo grimaced at the thought of the water being poured over his face, still hissing and snarling like a rabid rattlesnake. But before he died again, Ichigo managed to take a quick glimpse out the stained-glass window closest to him.

And his eyes lit up.

He smiled carefree back up at the good priest who became hesitant about spilling the water over his body with that look. "Maybe next time." He closed is eyes and the floor seemed to swallow him up. The vampire became nothing more than black dust and vanished beneath Kisuke, the two remaining souls in shock. She gasped.

"Where did he go?!" Rukia panicked, but the Father remained calm.

With his back still towards her, he said, "We need to get you out of here, my dear."

Twilight was beginning to seep through the window, and it would be even more dangerous if they stayed in the church at night.

~ ~ ~

Opening the side door open a crack, Kisuke peeked out into the open area, spotting the three other vampires beyond the lawn waiting for Kurosaki to come back out with the girl. The priest pushed aside the door and walked out cautiously with Rukia pressed to him for her own safety, the Holy Bible in his free hand.

When they heard the noise, they turned towards the practically unscathed humans, and all felt a disturbance within their own bodies. Ichigo had never come out, and the devilish aura that was always around him was absent. He was either dead in the church or just gone; they felt this just by the man opening the door.

Sado, Ishida and Inoue could never feel what was happening inside of a church unless a door was open. The rest of the time, it was sealed from their senses.

They all hissed and roared, murder in their eyes, but fearing the hallowed ground and the Holy Bible that the priest held in his hand.

The girl whose name was Orihime Inoue became extremely pissed off as her eyes glowed red from hunger and the rage boiling inside her. "WHERE IS HE?!" she screamed in a high, banshee voice loud enough to shatter the windows of a car parked nearby. "WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HIM?!" She attempted to run towards the two pure humans, but had to stop herself as Kisuke pushed the bible forward at her face, his other arm still wrapped around Rukia protectively.

"Ah-ah. Any closer than that and I'll burn you with this book as well."

She screamed with rage as the light-blond smirked at her with amusement. Fangs were drawn and ready to bite, but he didn't fear them. "Come on, Rukia," he said, pulling her away from the scene and backing up slowly away from the vampires that attemped to circle around them. They were going to the safety of his own house, but Rukia wasn't sure that it would be enough to stop Kurosaki from sinking his teeth into her.

~ ~ ~

"Are you sure he's going to keep coming after me?"

The priest had been wrapping around Rukia's bloodied wrist with gauze and bandages from a first aid kit in the home. As frantic as she was with her question, Kisuke wasn't quick enough to respond. A sob broke through the boundaries of his conformity.

"He's going to kill me!"

"Miss Kuchiki . . ."

"No, it's true. I'm dead, I'm dead . . . . I've never been so scared before in my life . . . ." She was still shaking even now, several hours after being confined in the blessed house. All she could think of were those eyes, and his twisted smile whenever she shook in front of him. It would forever send chills down her spine.

The priest's eyes were worn and tired, most especially sad. He didn't want to tell her the straight facts about her fate, but there was no choice.

He folded his hands in his lap and sighed.

"Now that he's smelled your blood, you're bound to him. You're going to become his mate, and there's nothing we can do to stop it." Kisuke's words were absolute, and nothing would be able to change them. Ever.

His shoulders fell as he sighed despairingly. "Even God can't help us now. . . ."

Rukia found herself swirling into depression and fear. The priest avoided her eyes and he picked at his rosary, mumbling Hail Mary's and praying over their situation.

~ ~ ~

In the middle of the night, after the good priest had fallen asleep, insisting that Rukia stay in his room where he felt it was most safe in the entire house, she slipped quietly out into the cool air of the night. The moon was full on this All Hallows Eve, and gave her an eerie feeling. Even with the silence surrounding Kisuke's home, Rukia was uncomfortable.

She felt his eyes on him. It was obvious he was watching her.   

It was also probably the scandalous nightgown she was wearing. It was sheer white, and flowing in the now warm breeze. It had been under her dress like a slip, and she just didn't feel like taking it off this morning when she awoke. It was silly, because the day had been so cold, but now the night became heated by unexpected air, and she was happy she was wearing it. At least until the thoughts of him came back into her mind, sweeping her away with horrible ideas.

This day had been a nightmare to start with. Horrible rainy, chilled weather in the morning and afternoon, and now an eternal night was expected next.

Her shimmering eyes dwindled as she closed them against the pure white moon, a stillness swallowing her soul. Rukia bit her lip as she prayed silently that he wouldn't answer.

"Are you there, Kurosaki?"

There was a light noise behind her, and she felt him and his incredible presence envelop the area. He was leaning against the sidings of the house, his marble eyes only on her. The vampire wore a long gray stylish jacket now, blue jeans and black boots. With his hands deep in his pockets, he looked like he was modeling for a catalogue

His breathing was absent, and that sent more chills up her spine than having his breath on her skin. She tried to drag herself away from actually thinking about him, but it was hard not to. Memoirs from no more than five hours ago had left a mark on her weakened spirit.  

It was a conversation she was having with the good priest. One that she simply could not believe.

"Why! Why me?!" she cried.

"I believe he's fallen in love with you. That's the only reason why I believe he's chasing after you."

She shook her head. "This can't be! I've never even met him before. How could he be in love with me?" Rukia sobbed into her hands, a bandage twisted around her wrist. "Father, what can I do?!"

"Why are you in love with me, Kurosaki?"

He remained quiet, still watching from a distance. As she began to turn around to look at him, he was behind her at once, a hand sliding up to cover her throat while the other one held on to her wrist tightly, but still gently enough to appear calm. She wasn't frightened by this sudden action, she actually expected it. She felt his hot, wanting breath against her virgin skin, and with her in nothing but a summer nightgown, she was exposed to him in every way.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen before. Your innocent eyes are what made me fall in love with you." He kissed her throat with passion, even if it was just a brush of his lips. His hands slid up her body now, his hands feeling the warmth of her bare skin beneath the silk cloth that kept him away from her. With his arms wrapped around her, feeling every inch of her pure, sinless body, it made him want her more, and even she felt a twinge of neglect when it came to having the opposite sex right beside her, wanting everything he had to offer.  

"What can I do to please you?" she whispered, not even understanding where the words came from.

Ichigo brought her close to his body. "You know what I want . . . ." She felt him brush aside the fallen locks on the side of her neck closest to him, and she shuttered.

Rukia had decided to give herself in, even if it meant becoming something only meant for dreams and nightmares. She had left a note for the good priest on his pillow, hoping he would be able to understand why she was doing something so terrible.

"Even if I am not a sinner, I know that what I will be doing will not allow me into heaven. I do not expect you to agree either, Father, but I feel as if this is my only choice. Now that he knows where I am and where I will always be, I'll never have a peaceful moment as I constantly look over my shoulder, thinking he'll be watching me, especially at night. I don't want you to think of me as selfish for doing this either, at least I hope you will not. I am only doing this so you will not be dragged down further with me in my own "grave." To ask you to always protect me would be selfish in its own way as well. There are others to look after that need more help than I.

If . . . if I'm lucky, maybe he'll let me live. Or at least let me remain the way I am.

Thank you for everything you've done for me. God bless you, always.

~ Rukia Kuchiki "


"Do it," she said in a quick but nervous voice, and she cried out as she felt him bite her.

He didn't hesitate when she asked that of him, and now her fate was sealed. Rukia writhed against him, and had to grab onto something to keep her from loosing her mind. The pain was like being stabbed in the chest with fifty daggers, all aimed around her heart. She felt like she was dying. It was excruciating, the way the venom seeped into her veins as he exchanged for her blood in return. How long the pain lasted was unknown; fifteen, twenty minutes, even an hour could have passed by and she wouldn't have known it. The poison was violating everything about her—she almost felt molested by him as this "intimate" ritual changed her very being.

Rukia could feel her breathing becoming ragged, and when her hands latched on to his clothing, shaking from the attack on her body, Ichigo finally removed his fangs from her neck and licked her wound, trying to relieve some of the pain.

When it was finally over, she collapsed onto the wooden porch from his grasp, and he pulled away from her.

Ichigo stepped back and wiped his mouth with the back his hand. He was breathless as well, but it was difficult to change a person into a vampire. Unless they wanted it.

Rukia's shuttering breath was rapid as she attempted to push herself up off of the porch, feeling the blessings present throughout the building beginning to eat away at her. She struggled to even get up, feeling the constant throbbing of bloody pain course throughout her neck and body. She groaned every time she moved an inch, and having her neck sliced would have probably been a better feeling than this.

His breath was ravished as he asked in a husky tone, "How do you feel?"

Rukia was finally able to stand now, her body shaking and she put her hands on the railings to steady herself. She took another minute to breathe deeply, sweat dripping off her brow and some sliding down her slick skin. He waited patiently for her answer, giving Rukia that lustful and wanting glance like he had been for months. When her panting finally ceased, she made her shoulders become stiff and her back rigid. Her onyx hair was nothing compared to the darkness she now felt inside her, and as she stared at the moon once more, she turned around to face him.

Rukia's eyes had been contorted into a vacant shade of lilac, this vestige telling all that now looked at her what she had become.

"Terrified."
yeahhh, really cuttin' it close with this deadline. Barely twenty minutes before midnight. I kinda went overboard when writing this story, but I really like it. And I wanted to win, eh-heh. >> It might be messed up here and there, There are probably errors everwhere but I don't care. I had a week to write this and other college junk to do that usually had to come first.

Meant for the [link] Halloween Contest, the theme being that Ichigo and Rukia have to scare each other. Hope it's still acceptable.

Note: Edited with no more typos and a few new sentences! Enjoy!

Bleach (c) Tite Kubo
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I was actually hesitant to read this once I realized it was vampire-related, but minus a few typos, I thought it was really well written. :+fav:

You can blame Twilight and its obsessed fans for my aversion to vampire fiction/TV shows. Though, truthfully I've never read it so perhaps I'm being unreasonable (I make fun of it too much to even want to chance remotely liking it).