Hello kittieberries, it's been a while. I thought I would upload something different. I'm a little rusty so please stick with me while I'm working on this. I have no idea where I'm going with this so updates might be erratic. I've been sitting on this for a while but I've actually been scared to upload it because it's not something that I've wrote before. I hope that you like it. As always let' get on with the story.

Disclaimer : I do not own any of the characters that are mentioned in this story. They belong to the original creator.

Warnings: spelling and grammar. Violence. Explicit language. Fluff. Angst. Men dealing with emotions. Lemons and some other citrus( later in the story)

Enjoy:3

When you've been a vampire for as long as I have you run into many people. People you like and people you loathe. There's always one person that you're drawn back to. We fight like worst enemies and love like there's no one else. No matter where I am I see something that reminds me of him, whether it's a flower or a smell my mind goes back to him. It's been about 20 years since I seen him last. We went our separate ways to go to the other end of the earth. He went one way and I went the other. Every time I see blue hair I think it's him, if my heart still beat I know that it would skip one.

Being a vampire means that you're a child of the night, You begin to miss the sun. Unlike the myths we don't turn into dust. Our blood boils slowly under our skin, this can take minutes if you're a youngling. But if you're as old as I am it can take hours. You eventually have to move because you don't age, People begin to grow suspicious so you have to uproot your life and start over. You can go back to your home town when you know people have died. This can also take years. You might make friends who you can trust with your secret, I have made many over the years, some human, others vampires like myself. My human friends died long ago. I miss them every day. My vampire friends meet every 5 years. We catch up, talk about old memories and make new ones, this is what keeps us going. It gives us the will to live, so to speak.

It can be lonely most of the time. Your family is long gone. You have no ties to anyone but yourself and you can only trust a few with your secret. It's hard spending years alone, most days you have a grip on your mentality other days, not so much. You begin to imagine things that aren't real. You hear voices that you haven't heard in centuries and you think you can feel your heart beating. And you can feel blood rushing through your veins. So you have to stop and take a deep breath(yes I know that it isn't necessary) and calm yourself. You begin to see clearly after that.

You see I'm telling you all this because you need to know what it's like being a vampire before I tell you my story. You need to know how hard it is having your life ripped from you. And only having that one person that makes you feel human again. So this is my story. The story of life, death and love.

I walked with my head tucked into my shoulders as the rain pelted down on my head like tiny frozen bullets. White vapour comes from my mouth as I let out unnecessary breaths. I walk faster to try and get to my home before the sun comes up. You see I would use my vampire speed but there a one too many humans out at this hour. I can smell the sun coming, to me it smells of brimstone and death. I used to love the sun, I was tanned, I love the feel of the heat on my skin. As a child I ran towards the sun, now I run from it. I reach my door as the first days touch my skin and I step in as the sky brightens. I lean against the door and close my eyes. My eye pop open as a scent hits my nose. It's a familiar one, it's one I couldn't forget if I tried. Is the smell of rain on mud, it's the smell of fresh air. My mouth goes dry and the marks that I have on my shoulder pulse. I push off the door and walk towards the living room. I push the door open and there he is. The love of my undead life.

For some reason unknown to me, Grimmjow managed to keep his colour. He's tanned, muscled and oh so gorgeous. The air that I take in catches in my throat as he speaks my name. His voice is deep, gravel like. It sends shivers up my spine, my flesh pimples and my ears ring as the borrowed blood rushes through my veins. I can see his lips moving but I don't hear what comes from them so I say,

"what"

He smiles and says, "I said berry, how ya been?"

I smile at the nickname, years ago in would have bared my fangs at him and hissed, but now my blood warms at hearing it. I walk towards him and stop a couple of feet from him. I can smell him even more from here. I take a deep breath and a moan wants to work its way from my throat but I stop It, I swallow and say,

"I've been good Grimm. And you"

He closes the gap between us and places his hand on my cheek and I lean into the touch, his voice hits my ears when he says,

"been in hiding fer a few years, he was gettin too close"

I sigh, what I need to explain is that Grimmjow knows his maker. And said maker wants Grimmjow to be at his side in ruling his coven. He wants Grimmjow to give into his more animalistic side, to loose his humanity, to switch it off. So when his maker gets too close he goes into hiding. It must be safe for now if he's here.

"Ya need to end him Grimmjow. He gets closer every time" I say and I hear him sigh.

"I can't Ichigo. If I get too close. I won't be able ta do it ya understand"

I close my eyes and centre myself. It's the same argument every time. I open them and they lock onto the ocean of blue and I'm lost. Before I know it my lips are presses to his and I'm alive.

Ichigo jerks awake and his eyes are locked to his ceiling, and his cold heart sinks. He can still smell Grimmjow. He feels tears prick to his eyes and he try's not to cry. He misses the other man, it's been too many years since they last saw each other. He rubs at his shoulder where Grimmjow's fang marks lie. The dream that he had was the last conversation they had. It ended in many, many rounds of sex. Not that Ichigo complained, he can still feel the ache in his muscles. But it wasn't enough, Grimmjow stayed for two months before he had to leave again. Each time Grimmjow stays for longer and each time the goodbye is harder. Ichigo pretends he doesn't notice the hard lines of Grimmjow's face when he tells Ichigo that'll see him soon or the way the blue haired man grips tighter to the orange haired man.

Ichigo sighs and pulls himself from the bed, he walks to the bathroom and showers. He's just glad that he doesn't have to pee anymore. The shower is quick. Necessary. Ichigo dressed and dries his hair with a towel. He flings the towel into the basket and walks down the stairs. He walks into the kitchen and over to the refrigerator and opens it. Inside are blood bags full of human blood. There are many vampires that live off the blood of animals. Although they have to feed more often it works for them. Ichigo tried it when he was first changed, but it didn't sustain him for long enough. He fortunately knows another vampire that works in a hospital on the night shift. One of his closest friends, Ishida Uuryu brings him a supply on the first of every month. . He pierces the bag with his fangs and the blood fills his mouth. Although the blood is cold, it warms his body. When the blood hits his veins it warms his body thoroughly, he's sure that he can feel his heart beat for just a second.

Discarding the bag once he's done he takes a deep breath, he can't smell the sun, he collects the rest of his things. Phone and keys in hand he leaves his house. The sky is still light with the recently set sun, his skin feels warm but not hot enough to hurt. His hands are shoved into his pockets, fingers are playing with his keys . The music from his headphones help him ignore the world around him. His head snapped up when a scent hit his nose. The scent that he smelt made his skin prickle, his hair stood on end. Arousal burned through him and he had to fight to keep from baring his fangs. He slowly followed the scent, the mixture of rain and mud get stronger as he draws closer. When the scent is at its strongest , Ichigo is stood in the middle of a field, and in the centre there is a lone figure. Ichigo's eyes can make out the perfect shoulders, teal blue hair and tanned skin. There a smile in the figures face, bright white fangs are visible and the borrowed blood in Ichigo's veins pumps through his veins quicker then he thought it ever could. He walks closer to the other and he takes in the scent. He takes a breath and says,

"Hello Grimmjow"

So what do you Kittyberries think? Please let me know in a review, it will be very much appreciated. I hope that you all are having a good Day/Evening/Night where ever you are.

Till next time

Meesh :3