Hello! Here is my new story Left Of The Murder!

Here we find Orihime a newly turned vampire, living with her coven in a vampire themed night club. Although unexpected, immortality has been good to her. The vampire queen Rangiku adores her, she has made friends and has managed to not harm a living creature, but still something doesn't seem right and as she ventures farther and farther into immortality, she learns that everything is not as it seem and there are some that would destroy every living creature if given the opportunity. That is where Byakuya and his task force come in. It is his job to dispose of any rogue vampires, but when he discovers a newly turned vampire being used as a pawn in someone's sick game, he does not know if he should save her or get ready to play executioner.

So before anyone asks... If you have read The Incubus Child, fear not I am going back to it soon, just honestly the ByakuyaxOrihime pairing left me wanting to do a story about them so I just had to

in any event. I hope everyone enjoys Chapter 1 of Left Of The Murder!

-Z

Rangiku stared up at the darkness of the night sky with a satisfied smirk on her face. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and enjoyed the smell of blood in the air. It livened her senses, making her feel whole and complete.

"Mistress you must hurry, those damn soul reapers will be here any minute," Rukia, Rangiku's second in command warned.

"Ah yes, those delicious, sycophantic soul reapers. I tell you, hunting is so much more gratifying when they give chase." Rangiku replied, her voice velvety smooth and light. Rukia fixed her with a disapproving gaze then turned around.

Rangiku smiled then turned to the young woman lying across her lap. She brushed an errant strand of hair off the girl's forehead and smiled down at her.

"Are you afraid?" Rangiku asked lightly. The young woman regarded her with wide gray eyes, but refused to speak.

"Those eyes. The way they glitter in the moonlight. You will make a fine addition to my house, indeed."

"No." the girl spoke at last. Her voice trembled but still her tone held a certain level of strength. Rangiku pulled her hand away from the girls face, shocked.

"You have seen my face and I yours. This is inevitable." Rangiku bared her fangs and dug them deep into the girl's throat. She gasped quietly and squeezed her eyes shut waiting for death to take over.

Rangiku pulled back after a long while, flashing a blood stained smile. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a small, yet sharp blade, she slit her wrist cleanly and held it over the girls mouth.

"Before you drink, tell me your name?"

The girl cleared her throat, fighting back the warm tears that inundated her eyes.

"Inoue. Orihime Inoue."

A few short, bloody months later

Orihime sat in a corner booth with a glass of blood in her hand. She surveyed the club and all of its vampire and human revelers with a heavy sigh. She had been there when this structure was nothing more than a damp, dusty warehouse and now it was teeming with patrons that could not wait to visit the vampire themed night club. Orihime glanced down at the dark red liquid in the wine glass. She raised it to her nose and inhaled. The pungent metallic odor made her gag. She, like every other vampire lusted after blood, but the idea of draining humans almost to the point of death brought a sense of dread. Orihime set her glass down and stood. The folds of her gown shifting perfectly back into place.

"Something wrong Inoue?" Rukia asked. Orihime glanced at her and forced a smile.

"No, I'm fine, just bored."

"You're always bored, I swear," Rukia replied with a chuckle. She raised a glass of blood to her lips and took a sip before returning to the conversation that she was having with a few of their coven members. Orihime smiled at Yumichika. He was his usual self contained, lovely self. He spared Orihime a short nod. She was thankful for that much, he usually acknowledged no one unless they were considered beautiful in his eyes. Orihime nodded at Sosuke Aizen, Tia Harribel then Mila Rose before leaving. She walked towards the back of the club and took the elevator up to the third floor. Her bedroom was the first door on the right. She entered the dark room and as her fingers flitted over the light switch a figure stepped forward and clamped one hand over her mouth.

"Did you miss me?" a voice growled in her ear. Orihime gasped and flipped the light switch. She frowned when she spun around and saw Grimmjow standing behind her.

"I told you not to do that," she said affectionately.

"It's just so easy to scare you," he replied with a lecherous grin. Orihime rolled her eyes and walked past him. She sat by her vanity mirror and began to unzip her dress. She paused when she glanced up at the mirror and saw him watching her.

"Please don't look. You know I don't like it," she said.

"Come on. You're the only vampire I know that gets gun shy and besides, it's not like I haven't seen and touched every delicious inch of that body." Grimmjow smiled showing fang. Orihime smiled.

Orihime and Grimmjow dated for a few months after her transformation. He was like no one that she had ever met before. He was bold, sexy and had a bit of a cruel streak, but when they were alone together, he was kind and giving. Their relationship would have worked out if Orihime did not insist upon maintaining her virginity. It seemed silly to everyone around her but despite the fact that she was stripped of her humanity that still mattered to her. Given that, they decided to end things before either of them got hurt.

Orihime fixed Grimmjow with her sternest gaze. He rolled his eyes and turned around to face the wall. She quickly slid out of her dress and into a silken pink nightie. When Grimmjow turned around again he stared at her for a long while, his green eyes growing more vibrant, his fangs extending.

"You know what woman? Your sexy ass still does it for me. I don't even know what it is about you. Shit." He scratched his chin contemplatively then strode across the room. He wrapped one arm around her waist then roughly pressed his lips against hers. His tongue nearly pried her lips apart as he used his free hand to yank at the thin strap of her night dress.

Orihime gripped his shoulders in her small hands and returned the kiss, knowing that this was the point where their relationship got complicated. They had broken up, but neither of them had begun dating anyone else and to further complicate things Orihime's refusal to feed left her weak more often than not and Grimmjow was more than happy to feed her his blood. Orihime disregarded any doubts that she was having and allowed him to push her down onto the bed. Grimmjow knelt down in front of her with a smile on his face. His fingers trailed roughly across her thighs then he leaned forward and touched his lips to her inner thigh. She pushed her fingers through his azure hair and gasped as his fangs scraped across her soft skin.

Just as he broke her skin with his fangs and a few small drops of blood entered his mouth Orihime tugged on his hair and laid a hungry, feverish kiss on his lips. In most cases Orihime was as timid and cautious as she was in her human life, but she had developed a certain fondness for Grimmjow's bloody kiss.

He leaned towards her, climbing between her legs in the process. She felt his erection rubbing against her most intimate spot and tried to ignore the surge of desire that made her body tremble. She was fighting a strong vampiric impulse because she knew that whenever she was ready to give herself to another, it would not be Grimmjow.

He shed the black button down shirt he was wearing and stared down at her, looking into her silvery gray eyes.

"You're starving," he said roughly.

"I'm fine," Orihime mumbled.

"Bullshit. You would have kicked my horny ass out if you were fine, but besides that, your eyes are silver."

Orihime gasped. Sometimes it still surprised her when Grimmjow noticed small things like that. In some way it proved that he cared. Orihime glanced at his arm with an appreciative nod. Grimmjow had an amazingly muscular body that was outfitted with a few tattoos. He had the blue tats in the outer corners of his eyes and a black hole in the center of his chest. She had asked him about that once and he said it was a symbol of the loneliness her felt before Mistress Rangiku found him, but on his right arm, there was some ink work that Orihime had not seen before. He had a panther tattooed on his forearm, it appeared to be tearing his flesh apart.

"When did you get that one?" she asked as her fingers slid across the new tattoo.

"I got it like two days ago, but don't change the subject. Your hungry, come on sit up," he ordered. Orihime sat up and allowed him to scoop her up in his arms. She sat facing him with his hips straddled.

"Drink."

Orihime leaned forward and touched her lips to his throat. His skin was cold and hard against her lips.

"We don't have all night woman," He urged. Orihime nodded and parted her lips. She was a new vampire so her fangs were short and petite but they were razor sharp. She bit him gently and drank the blood that flowed into her mouth. She felt the heat of his blood travel throughout her entire body, setting her on fire. Grimmjow sat patiently, laying kisses on her shoulder and toying with her hair. When Orihime pulled away, her blood lust sated Grimmjow looked at her and laughed.

"What?" Orihime asked.

"Nothing, nothing." He chuckled. He leaned forward and licked his blood of her lips. "Are you going to let me stay this time?" he asked.

Orihime slid off his lap and sighed.

"You already know the answer to that question," she replied.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with this?" he pointed at the erection straining against his zipper.

Orihime shrugged.

"Thank you Grimmy." She said softly. The hard look on his face softened. She was the only person alive or dead that could get away with calling him that.

"Sleep well," He mumbled as he stood. He kissed her lips one last time and left the room. Grimmjow paused outside of her door and stood with his back against the wall. In some masochistic way, he loved it when Orihime turned him down. It reminded him that there was still something of value left in the world. And besides that, eternity is a long time, he had no reason to rush. Grimmjow smiled and walked towards his bedroom.

Byakuya Kuchiki sighed as he allowed his muscular body to sink into the hot tub. He had been training all day and every muscle in his taut body ached. This would have been the perfect way to end the day if he were not surrounded my most of the members in his task force. Byakuya frowned as he looked around the steamy room. Ichigo Kurosaki sat across from him in the hot tub with a beer in one hand. Kenpachi Zaraki and Renji Abarai we busy entertaining a couple of girls that they had met earlier in the day. They were in the pool and as a bikini bottom floated to the top, Byakuya vowed to never, ever use that swimming pool again. His only solace was Jushiro Ukitake, who was surely in the steam room, treating his chronic, almost debilitating bronchitis. Although he was a sickly man, Ukitake proved to be rather useful and did not get as drunk as the rest of the task force.

Byakuya shut his eyes and leaned back. The nights seemed to be getting longer and they were no closer to locating the coven of vampires that they were after. Soul Reapers had a responsibility to the human world. They were meant to regulate all of the activities of the vampires in the human world. It was mostly paperwork and statistical data but Byakuya and his cohorts had a bloodier job. They were sent to the world of the living to hunt down and kill and vampires that broke the rules.

The rules were simple enough. Do not kill your victims. Do not give the dark kiss to the unwilling and don't ever try to enter the Soul Society. The punishment for breaking any of these rules was swift and severe, but Byakuya loved his job and every member of his task force did too.

"So what's up boss?" Ichigo asked then took a swig of his beer. Byakuya opened his eyes. He regarded the orange haired shinigami with his cool gaze. Byakuya still had no idea why he handpicked Ichigo Kurosaki, the two argued constantly and could never see eye to eye on anything aside from their hatred of vampires.

"Uryuu and Chad are on duty tonight," Byakuya said placidly. Neither of the two men were soul reapers but their powers were remarkable. As a Quincy, Uryuu could pierce the heart of a vampire from nearly any distance and Chad's immense physical strength was always a necessity.

"That is two nights in a row, sucks to be them," Ichigo commented. Byakuya shrugged and stepped out of the hot tub, feeling a bit light headed. He wrapped a towel around his waist and left the room. He was in no mood to discuss tactical plans or anything of the like. His mind was on other things. Memories of the past that haunted him. Byakuya walked slowly through the immense mansion that they called home. There were enough rooms, hallways and door to keep the men from driving each other insane. Byakuya climbed the stairs to his bedroom and walked down the hallway. He entered his room and slid out of his wet trunks. He stepped into the pristine white bathroom and stepped into the shower. He blasted the hot water and allowed it to scorch his pale skin. So many years had passed but he could still feel her cold hands on his body. This was so long ago, before he spearheaded the immortal task force, when he was nothing more than an idealistic soul reaper. He could still hear her voice echoing deep in his thoughts.

"I've missed you," she whispered softly, her voice a tenuous whisper.

"And I you." Byakuya replied. He had not expected to find her here waiting for him, but it was a pleasant surprise. She sat perched at the edge of his bed her blue eyes gleaming, her strawberry blonde hair falling delicately around her face.

He approached her slowly, tentatively. He had not felt this way about anyone in such a long time and he did not like the idea of making mistakes. He sat beside her on the bed and leaned forward to kiss the beauty mark just below her full lips. She laughed succinctly and the sound rang out in his ears causing his breath to catch in his throat.

Byakuya recalled ever infinitesimal touch that they shared and when they could not be together, the remembrance warmed his heart. Sometimes it still amazed his that the one person who made him feel alive managed to take everything away from him.

Byakuya opened his eyes. Every time he thought of her, he remembered the bloodshed and watching as she destroyed countless lives. What chilled him to the core most of all was what she had said as she walked over the piles of torn, broken limbs, her lips painted red with blood, her eyes wild.

"I just wanted to see you again."

I hope everyone enjoyed that, please hit me up with some reviews. That would be awesome lol!