Hooray, new story. A tough ride at that. You might get sad. I'd also like to warn you one more time that this fiction contains gore. Killings. So, if blood or gore makes you uncomfortable, hit the back button, yes? Thanks.

Enjoy.

Disclaimer; I do not own Bleach or any of the characters.

Waking The Demon,

Where'd ya run to?

Walking in shadows,

Watch the blood flow,

There's not much longer, so don't try and fight,

Your body's weakening, Walk to the light,

Those painful times so alone so ashamed,

I'm not coming back

There's nothing to gain!

- "Waking the Demon", Bullet For My Valentine -

The loud music, the smell of the cigarettes and all these flashing lights were making me uneasy. Not because I didn't like clubs but because I despised the smell of alcohol. I also had this dumb childhood friend of mine, Shinji Hirako, who was clinging on me and giggling like the drunkard he was. For the past couple of hours, so to say. The rest of our company were supposedly dancing... around here. The hell would I know. I didn't think I knew any of them and if I did, I certainly didn't remember it.

How many hours had it been since we entered that shithole? I didn't know. I only came because I didn't have anything else, more entertaining, to do.

That damned Shinji was now holding the collar of my buttoned up, black shirt, his shoulder length blond hair tickling my nose. I wrinkled it in discomfort, watching him stuffing another shot of a strong alcoholic drink down his throat too.

"Neeee, Grimmjow... Why er'ya so cold tonight?", he murmured, placing the empty glass on the wooden counter, his breath hot and heady on my neck. He couldn't have been more drunk; after all, it was the fifteenth shot of vodka he was consuming.

His body could barely stand, had I not been holding him. His defences were 85% down. No, fuck that; 91.7% down. Vision, blurry and weakened. Breath, shallow and short. His mind… well that was out of question. A bundle of messy, horny thoughts.

An easy prey. He wouldn't even realize what had happened to him until it was too late.

"Neeee, Grimmjoooow," he cooed. He was staring at me, silently begging me with his sparkly, golden eyes.

All the alcohol filling my olfactory bulbs and now that guy almost spreading his soul to me... I was getting hungry. And it wasn't a good thing.

His thoughts were full of me. I knew what he wanted. I knew exactly what all these people wanted in that shitty place. But if Shin knew who I really was, I was certain he wouldn't even want to look at me again… Hell, he'd even run away screaming bloody murder.

He started rubbing on me harder, touching my body temptingly and in places he shouldn't. I rolled my eyes and huffed in agitation. It was not that he had a crush on me, I knew that for sure. He just wanted to have some fun. To get laid. And apparently, I was the most fitting one to carry out that wish. He was lucky though that I was the one he was holding on to because if it had been someone else, poor Shinji, who knew what would have happened to you and your dignity.

No seriously, from all the people left for me in this world, Shinji had to be the one I cared for the most. And not in a romantic way. Don't see him like this, drunk and pathetic. When he was sober, he was one of the smartest and most badass people I knew. He could kick some ass with both his words and fists and I wholeheartedly respected him for that. As my childhood friend, we grew up together and he helped me with all the shit that I had been going through.

The shit I was still going through...

Even though my sexual preferences had changed due to certain, unfortunate, circumstances, I could never see Shinji as lover. Not only Shinji though; every single human being was way out of my league.

I had promised to myself that I wouldn never fall in love again.

Having said all that, the truth was that Shinji was honestly getting on my nerves that night; at first it was kinda funny to watch him stumble and trip on his feet but now I was getting angry, thus hungry.

"Sorry Shin, you are not gonna get laid tonight," I growled in his ear and with that I grabbed his hand and pulled him outside the bar. I could sense his disappointment and frustration and I knew he wasn't going to give up that easily.

We went outside to the fresh, clean air; it had to be only a few hours before dawn. Shinji wouldn't make it to classes for sure. He would spend the day vomiting and having the worst hangover of his still short life.

It wouldn't have been a problem for me, on the other hand; bottom line was that I didn't get to sleep at nights.

Monsters do not fall asleep. The weight of their sin in too heavy, too torturous.

I felt his hand sliding down my back all the way to my ass and I thought really? He was hugging me, trying to seduce me once again with those eyes full of pent up lust.

I hate lust. Lust makes me hungry.

"C'mon Grimmjow, let's get outta here and do somethin' more fun, shall we?"

Shinji wasn't the only one who had had a few drinks that night. I myself had drunk several beers, maybe more than I should have and the alcohol did drop my self-endurance by a crucial 48%. It made me more vulnerable to invitations like the one that Shinji was so kindly making.

It made me hungry... So hungry.

Get a hold of yourself, I mentally chided.

"I will get ya home, let's go get a Taxi," I told him and began walking down the street. Where the hell were the taxis?

"Nooooooo," he whined loudly, the sound piercing through my over-sensitive ear drums, "I want'cha ta fuck me Grimmjow!"

I cringed, my attention fleetingly stopping on the few minds that had noticed us. "Yeah right, it would be nice if ya didn't yell it though," I snapped sarcastically.

Everybody was looking at us now but I didn't really give a shit. I was only getting angry at Shinji; he was making a fool of himself. Not to mention that he was making me hungry and I had only eaten a few days ago. Still he wouldn't give up. Stubborn motherfucker.

Oh for the love of Jesus that kid!

He dared to push me against the nearest wall with a move that I could have dodged easily. Humans were so predictable, even without me having to read their minds.

Shinji had started pressing me harder against the wall, putting all of his effort to keep me there. Weak. Pathetic. Powerless. Much like all humans.

"Do me," he husked sensually into my ear.

Shit.

I AM HUNGRY.

My mind went blank. I was immediately paralysed as the familiar and oh so sweet scent of blood filled my nostrils. When people are aroused their blood becomes hotter. When their blood becomes hotter, their scent becomes stronger. I do not need analyse what happens to me when the scent gets stronger; I think it's pretty obvious.

I get hungrier.

B positive; that was Shinji's blood type. Shit, I knew I was hungry but it didn't even cross my mind that it was that bad.

I wanted to taste his flesh, to sink my teeth into his tender, tanned skin. I couldn't move. It felt as time had stopped and much like a starry sky, every person around me began glowing. Brightly, the signal throbbing along with their heart beats.

There was a circle of food and I was right in the middle of it.

I knew everything and everyone existing within 50m range. Who they were, their age, their thoughts, everything.

They progressively filled my mind, tiny whispers but they still made it fuzzy.

"Geez, I drank too much already..."

"Maybe I will get Mary to suck my dick tonight..."

"I have a test to tomorrow..."

"I need money..."

"I want more alcohol..."

"I am glad those two are getting the show on the road, they are both so cute and they seem to be very into it".

Getting-the-show-on-the-road…

Fuck them, what did they know?

Shinji's hands were digging into my pants.

"What the fuck'er ya doing, Shin?", I snarled and pushed him off of me. God, couldn't he contain himself a little?!

"C'mon, yer already hard," he protested and licked his lips, his eyes glued on my crotch. I wanted to laugh hysterically, to bang my head against the wall a few times, until the fucking bricks broke, but I didn't.

I am hard because I want to fucking eat you, idiot!

I didn't say that. How could I ever say that? Not that Shinji would understand in the current stage he was.

His scent however... His scent got even stronger and my whole body felt as if it was electrocuted.

I AM HUNGRY.

That voice inside my head was getting louder and louder each passing second. At that moment, I knew I only had minutes if not seconds before it was completely awake.

Shinji was in actual danger. I had to get him out of there, fucking fast before I ended up eating my best friend.

I grabbed his hand once again and started dashing to the main road. Shinji stumbled, he could hardy keep up with my brisk, urgent pace. Aw shit. I forgot to mention that in that state, my speed got a tad greater. My vision was even getting blurry too; one could say that I saw in the infrared wavelengths at times like this. I didn't know nor cared. All I knew was that I could only see flashing lights around me, blinking only one thing.

Eat me.

"Taxi!", I screamed in my panic. It was starting. Shit, shit, shit, shit, it was coming! I was even holding my chest, my breathing coming out in really short and fast intervals.

It was that moment Shinji decided to be drunkenly attentive to details and touched my shoulder.

"Oi, Grimm, are you ok?"

Blood pressure 140/95, high because of the alcohol. Bone type, thin in the middle but thick at the ends, relatively strong. My stomach fluttered with excitement and I felt myself grinning against my will. Oh, the sound they'd make if they cracked under my fingers would be so beautiful, almost orgasm-like.

Flesh layer thickness 5 cm, approximately 3.8cm to the common carotid artery. No problem at all, my fangs would sink in so easily.

The blood tasted better in the carotid artery. Oh, oh, and the brachial artery too. It was fresh, straight out from the heart and...

Shit, don't think about that, idiot.

Officially, I was losing it.

I thanked whoever was up there when I saw the taxi turning around the corner. Once it stopped in front of us, I literally grabbed Shinji and threw him inside the car.

"Brokeback hill, 5th house at Sword Road," I barked and threw some dollars to the driver. "Go!".

The driver a look as if I had sprouted another head or two. His mind wasn't different either. He thought that I was crazy and I indeed was, but he wouldn't understand my personal version of crazy.

I need to calm down. I need to calm down. Shit. That bastard. He went too far, he almost got me going for a second, I mentally chanted.

Shinji's blood was getting further and further away and I sighed in relief. Thankfully, I wouldn't start chasing after the car because once my best friend was out of the game, the other smells got to me.

A positive. A woman passing past besides me, her hair in a ponytail and her nice, slim neck presented to me in all its glory. She gave me a promising look and bit her lower lip. Aw, not another invitation. Sometimes I really hated that I was tall, young, handsome, with blue eyes and matching blue hair. All those seductive eyes eating me up like I was some piece of meat... Fuck.Little did they know that in reality, they were the piece of meat.

I licked my lips and my mouth began to water. She looked so vulnerable, so beautiful in my hungry eyes.

I manically searched my pockets. It had to be somewhere around here, I always carried one in case of an emergency.

A lollipop.

Laugh if you may but sugar was the only thing that could calm me down when I was in a state like this. Once I put it in my mouth I immediately felt its soothing power. It wasn't entirely satisfying, however, the smell of blood was not as overpowering as it was ninety point seven seconds ago. I stayed there for several minutes, passionately licking my saviour which was quickly getting devoured by my tongue.

There came the bad news though; sugar could only calm me down for a small amount of time. The craving was still there and it would continue to exist unless I did something to satisfy my urges. I had only a limited amount of time to plan my next move. This place was full of people and I couldn't just start attacking pedestrians in the middle of the main street. My current location wasn't to my advantage. On the contrary, where I lived, aka in one of the most unpopular neighbourhoods in town, finding food wasn't so difficult. I could always get a prostitute or two if I batted my eyelashes and smirk my sexy smirk. Women fell down the trap easily. I normally went for people that nobody would look for or cry for. Spare myself the drama and the guilt, you know? Their story wouldn't even make it to the news. Prostitutes always got killed at one point or another, at least in my town. Nobody cares about them.

The thing was that I had prostitutes a few days ago, so I wouldn't go for them again. They were always an easy target, breaking under my fingers like a brittle twig. Also, their blood didn't taste all that good, mainly because of the drugs they did and all those STDs circulating their bodies.

That night, I wanted something different. I wanted to hear screams...

Most of the time, they didn't even know what hit them. My victims that was. Sometimes, if I was in good mood, I gave a fast, painless death. But unfortunately for my preys, that was not the common case and tonight wasn't an exception.

I enjoyed - no wait - I loved inflicting pain. I loved hearing the sweet noise of the bones cracking under my weight... And their screams. Fuck, their screams almost made me come each time.

Yup, you know it.

For me, sex wasn't sticking my dick into a willing whole and thrust my pelvis, no. It was sinking my teeth into supple flesh and suck the life out of my "partner", break a few bones in the way.

That was the case tonight; I was up to a bigger challenge than a prostitute. I wanted to take my time and enjoy my meal. I could feel, it my instincts were telling me that trouble was coming. I could smell them too; have been for some time now. They had been tailing me, observing me.

They were four, one of them drunk as fuck, the others already high. Their thoughts of course, didn't make any sense either. Everything was set for my act; I only had to trap them somewhere quiet, a place where their screams wouldn't reach the outside world.

Shit, if I could just turn and fuck the shit out of them. I wanted that. I needed that. I craved for that...

Patience. Patience is a virtue, Grimmjow.

The smell of their blood, how red and gorgeous it would look once I'd torn their flesh into pieces... Those images had already gotten into me and made me shudder from my core.

The night was starless, moonless as I made my way to the subway where nobody remotely smart would dare to step in at that time. It was the perfect place to feast upon them. A small breeze blew my hair and I sighed in contentment. I had finished my lollipop for some minutes now, too.

Time was up.

The voice was coming back, telling me that I had to pierce my claws into their flesh. Blood. I didn't resist, my mind was going all blurry again. I didn't mind it after all this time. Besides, my plan was set; I got them were I wanted them to be. I didn't have to think anymore, only act. To let my instincts take over and move my body as they pleased.

As I climbed down the stairs to the subway, I could sense the excitement of my hunters, which only served to make me grin evilly. They thought they got me for sure, that there was no escape, that they had already won. Little did they know that I was the hunter and they were my preys. It was funny, really. Some petty, worthless human beings to get me.

Insert evil, throaty laughter.

Their excitement became mine; the noises they would make while I was crushing their brains with my bare hands filled my mind to the brim. My claws were getting bigger, my fangs were throbbing, ready to tear apart their flesh, ready to satisfy me.

Us.

I headed over to the end of a subway, to a dark place perfect for my trap. I had done the same trick before, so I knew how it worked. I got in position. Now I had to wait for them to come to me.

Their essence came to my nostrils. It filled me up, it made me hard. I let myself go. I surrendered to the beast inside and his obnoxious planning … Blood types; two A positive, one B negative and one O positive. Mmmmh, variety. I wanted to moan in pleasure. Average height 171 cm. Bone strength... hmm, that was a little disappointing. They didn't have too thick bones. Flesh thickness 7 cm, most of it fat. No muscle. Fuck, they wouldn't put up much of a fight either. Not that they could, but it was fun when they tried.

Youngest 25, oldest 40. Maximum approaching speed 2km/h; arrival time less than a minute. Possible escape roots; 10m to the left and then turn right. Nearest camera 20m afar. Possibility of success 99.9%.

Perrrrrfect… Hell yeah I wanted to purr.

Their footsteps were coming towards me, closer and closer. They could see me and I could see myself through their eyes. Pretty, vulnerable boy. Easy prey.

Ha. Fucking. Ha.

"Well, well what do we have here?", said the older A positive. He wasn't taller than my 6'2, he had short, unevenly cut black hair. He approached me and the rest of his company surrounded me, snickering in mischief. I bit my lip in order to stop myself from laughing and get out of character.

He grabbed my jacket, pulling me closer to his warm body as he did. I could smell his breath; it stunk of alcohol. He touched my neck with his knife, right above my external carotid artery and he grinned. He was pathetic; he thought he stood a chance against me just because his boys were around to help him. Speaking of the others, they came closer too and grasped my arms, pulling them at the back of my body. Supposedly, I couldn't move like that. I could hear them giggle. The third one, O positive, started searching me for my wallet... Or not; his hand slid in front of my crotch...

"So what's gonna be, pretty boy? Yer gonna play with us or not?"

Play with you? You took the words from my mouth, mister.

Of course I'll play with you. I'll play with all of you.

"Sure," I whispered, the feral grin finally finding its way to my lips. I cackled.

It was going down.

Under the dim lights of the subway, my originally blue eyes became red. Soon, the blinking light of their pumping heart was all I could see.

Like a flawless sword I moved, penetrating the air with an absolute strike. My hand moved in a straight line piercing through the chest bone of my first prey. He gasped, then gurgled a scream of pain. I snickered. I touched his heart for one second, wrapped my fingers around it and then continued pulling it all the way out. I pushed him back with my leg. He fell down to the cold floor of the subway, the agony depicted on his crystal, dulled by death eyes, his blood splattered all over the place, adorning the normally grey floor. How pretty! More and more of his blood was coming out from his violated body and I grinned in triumph. Damn, I was so good at this. I managed to kill him while he had that priceless expression on his face.

Grimmjow: 1 - Attackers: 0

His heart in my hand was still beating. I licked it with my tongue, felt it writhing against it and I nearly swooned. Finally…

Blood.

Let the game begin.

There was a while of shocked silence before the screaming began. I laughed out loud, oh so fucking thrilled. That was by far my favourite part; the part when the hunter discovers that he was actually the prey from the beginning. The wonder of the unknown, of the incomprehensible. Yeah, I did all that and then some more.

The air filled with the disgusting sound of human flesh, shaking and trying to escape. This triggered the adrenaline to be secreted in their systems and they began running for the exit. I sighed in disappointment, shaking my head. What a pity; I did not have time to enjoy my meal. I had to be quick.

Surprisingly enough, one had stayed a few meters away and was now screaming at me while pointing his knife. Hmm, fight or flight reaction. How interesting.

"What the fuck, ya monster!?", O positive screamed, absolutely petrified. His legs were even shacking, his face was pale, full of terror. I did not answer but I grinned instead, tasting the fear in his scent.

Hoo, boy, that got me so hard.

I was beside him in no time and soundlessly I placed my hands on one of his shoulders and the other on his forearm. And then I pulled. See, this is what happens when you touch my dick without permission.

What a loud crack it made… Music to my ears.

More blood on my face, fuck, I was ecstatic, and now the beautiful sound of his cries. Of course he was in pain. Please, I had torn his arm away.

My attention quickly snapped to the other two; they were getting away. Or at least, trying too. Aw, didn't they know that the best part of the hunt was watching your prey's desperate attempts to flee while you both knew that there was no probability of success?

I caught up with them in a blink. The final touch, my claws on his neck, a definite cut and then... BAM! B negative's neck was wide open. I let the hot blood slide down my hand for a minute, enjoying its heat while taking the stranger's life away. I let the corpse to fall down, the blood now pooling at my feet. Let him rest, I thought so that I could finish the other two who were oh so patiently waiting for me to kill them.

Let him rest like the meat you've just cooked.

And I eat my meat bleeding rare too.

I turned back to the others and got closer to them. I grabbed the alive A positive, the youngest one, who was staring at me with bleary, dilated eyes filled with terror, and threw him on the wall. His skull made a satisfying sound, his brains became a soup and leaked out of what used to be his head. He made the perfect decoration for the subways ever listless walls. The last one, the unlucky one with the O positive. He was the one of whose arm I had so viciously amputated, the one that had touched my crotch. I kept him alive to play with him a little more, to show him how it was done, to break each and every one bone in his body, even the seasamoid bones, before greedily devouring his being. I was so happy. His screams filled my ears and kept verifying my existence as a monster, not a human but the beast which acted upon his instincts with no ethical or moral barriers.

That night I feasted upon people like a cannibal, a true maniac. This is who I truly was.

Grimmjow: 4 - attackers... nonexistent.

Good job me.

If Shinji knew that, he wouldn't want to see me again, let alone sleep with me, would he?

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