A/N: This is an AU Grimmjow/Nel fic and there are going to be other characters and pairings, but they will be revealed as the story moves along. Don't have much to say right now except for enjoy the first chapter! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Bleach!

"Oh Neliel, you smell good and you taste so delicious."

The long, pointy tongue ran up the side of her neck to her earlobe. She shuddered and cringed as teeth tugged on the lobe. She forced the disgusted whimpers down her throat but gave a cry when a hand cupped her breast, giving it a rough squeeze.

"I can only imagine what the rest of you tastes like. Let's find out, shall we?"

Nel was turned roughly around and slammed up against the wall. She saw dots behind her eyes and heard the sound of her clothes being torn by the threads. Spindly fingers tweaked and pulled at her body as they moved further down before prodding her private area.

"No," she choked out.

"No?" the voice laughed. "Here I thought you wanted to have some fun. You like games, don't you Neliel?"

Nel's body was numb and her mind was screaming at her to fight back, to run, but she couldn't. She couldn't run away from the fiend that was tormenting her body and soul. He had her caught in his web and there was no way of escaping. She had no choice but to play his game.

"I think you'll enjoy this part, I know I will. It's my favorite part of the game," his voice cackled. "This is where I win the game, Neliel, and you lose!"

She was lifted up and no amount of pleading for him to stop would work. She closed her eyes and screamed as if her life depended on it.

"NO! STOP IT! STOOOOOOP!"

Nel sat up in her bed, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to breathe. Her heart was thumping wildly, as if it was about to explode from the nightmare. Her green hair was stuck to her sweaty forehead and she ran a shaky hand through it, pulling it off of her face. She kicked out her legs, getting the sheets to untangle. She felt constricted and hot against them.

"It was just a dream…it was just a very bad dream," she whispered to herself.

It seemed every night she was plagued by nightmare after nightmare of the same person. She knew she was safe but in her dreams and when she woke up, she felt far from safe. The nightmare felt so real to her and she took deep breaths to control her trembling.

"Nel?"

Nel jumped at the voice and breathed out a sigh of relief, "Pesche, you scared me!"

"Ah, sorry!" he rubbed the back of his head. "I heard-well are you okay?"

Nel looked down at her yellow nightgown, "yes."

"You sure? It sounded like you were having a bad dream."

Light from the hallway filtered into her room and she could see him a bit more clearly. She looked up and gave him a fake smile; just to please him, if not he would worry all night about her.

"I'm fine, I promise."

Pesche shuffled into the room slowly and closed the door, "I know Dondochakka won't understand, but if you want to talk-"

He left the question hang in the air. Nel was going to wave him off and refuse his offer but she scooted up in the bed and patted the edge of it.

Pesche scrambled over, almost tripping in his pajamas. He was a teenager but he still enjoyed wearing footed pajamas to bed. He plopped himself into her bed and sat cross-legged.

"It was another dream, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"About him?"

Nel nodded and repressed the shudder running up her spine.

"He's locked up Nel, he can't hurt you or us."

"I know but," she sighed heavily. "I just have this feeling."

Pesche played with the zipper on his pajamas, "sometimes feelings can get in the way of logical thinking, especially if one is scared."

Nel pouted, "I'm not scared."

"Nel," Pesche gave her a pointed look.

The young woman sighed again, "fine, you're right."

She leaned forward and ruffled up his blonde hair, "how did I get so lucky to have such a smart brother?"

Pesche ducked his head away from her hand, "ah, I'm not smart."

"Of course you are and don't you say you're not again or you are going to get it," she replied firmly.

Pesche nodded and fiddled with his zipper some more.

"The dream," she began quietly, "is always about what happened. I cannot escape it no matter how hard I try it continues to haunt me."

"I'm sorry."

Nel blinked, "it's not your fault."

"I know but I wish I could take your nightmares away."

Nel blinked again before reaching out to him and pulling him into a crushing hug, "I really am lucky to have such a wonderful brother!"

"Nel!" Pesche gasped for air. "Can't…breathe…"

"Huh?" Nel looked down and quickly released him. "I'm sorry Pesche! I forget about my own strength sometimes!"

Pesche gulped down the delicious air as he was released from her death hug, "it's…okay."

"You should get to bed, it is late," she glanced over at the clock that read two a.m. in the morning.

Pesche climbed out of the bed, "I will as long as you say that you are safe and nothing is going to happen to you."

Nel held up her hand, "I am safe and nothing is going to happen to me."

"Aaaand?" he drawled.

"I promise!" she laughed.

"Good! Night, Nel!" Pesche waved goodnight as he exited her room.

"Night," she called out to him.

Nel fell back against her bed staring up at the dark ceiling. Sure she had promised Pesche that she was safe and would not think about it but that was only so he would not worry about her. Deep down Nel had a dreadful feeling that would not go away. The only thing that concerned her was keeping herself and mainly her brothers safe from any and all possible danger.