A random thing that was for something I read...and I can't remember what it was for... reviews are welcome on this random thing though.
Hichigo snarled, staggering while the moonlight bounced about around him, eyes diluted as he panted for air. He wanted, no…needed, it, now. He damned the days when he lost hold on his sanity and attacked anyone that seemed to be suitable for that particular night.
Kneeling down slightly, his golden hues flickered up once he heard the click-clacks of shoes heading his way, not even hesitating in their steps. Oh, yes…there was the meal, yes…there it was. The click-clacks stopped, Shiro's eyes connecting with violet.
Ah, it was that raven haired shrimp…Rukia, for so he recalled. She was simply staring at him as she stood there.
Great, now she was possibly going to ask what was wrong with him, or something. His ears perked up, the sound of a vein pulsing deliciously in his ears as the small figure crossed her arms, leaning forward to look him in the eyes.
Seeing exactly what her friend, Renji, had mentioned to her earlier. Golden orbs, black for the whites of his eyes , yeah, he looked like an escaped experiment, but…if she said that…she would also be talking about Ichigo's hair color, and she knew that.
Shiro's tongue traced his lips, eying her neck with a look flashing in his eyes that could only be described as hunger. Noticing this, Rukia hastily took a step back, yet the albino's right hand shot out, grabbing the collar of her shirt and yanking her towards him.
"What are you – let me go!" the pale girl protested.
"I can't hold it in…" Hichigo whispered into her ear, poking his tongue out and tracing it along the short form's neck, feeling a shudder erupt from her as she slapped her palms against his chest, pushing away with shouts of protest.
"Don't touch me!"
His canine's grew in length swiftly, his left hand wrapping around her, his hand grasping hold of her left shoulder, pulling the shirt down slightly, grazing his fangs against her flesh, small scrapes appearing with little droplets of blood.
The warm organ within his mouth lapped up the blood, sinking his teeth into her neck harshly after one sentence was screamed: "You freak!"
Rukia's purple hues widened painfully, hands falling limp at her sides as Hichigo thrust his head to the side, biting down with his lower teeth, ripping the skin from where it belonged, spitting it out and looking at the crimson liquid.
His golden eyes hazed over, like the scent was his high. Such a sweet smell, dipping his head down, he licked as much as he could as the seconds ticked by like minutes, the minutes like hours, the hours like minutes…
It was just too good to let go.
Bending down, he straddled the corpse, the metallic substance pooling on the sidewalk as he placed his hands on the ground at his sides, tilting his head back with a huff, a shiver of pleasure shooting up his spine as a soft moan slipped past his lips.
Yeah…he hated nights like these, but also loved when the blood dripped from his chin, the sound of the pelting substance making his eardrums pulse uncontrollably, his thirst skyrocketing. Finally standing, he leaned back, his face bent skyward as the golden orbs slowly changed back to their original state.
Licking his lips, the albino cursed, looking down on the dead Kuchiki with half-lidded eyes, not even bothering to think of how unlucky she was to run into him tonight, the alabaster form turned, walking away.
His hands were soaked in blood, his shirt drenched, pants stained… He blew air out the right side of his mouth, concluding that the lust won and wasn't able to control himself that time, unlike the others, he had some restraint.
"Old man Zangetsu's gonna kill me," he muttered, shoving his bloodied hands into his pockets.