Dusk
Yep, eulamarie here, bringing my dirty mind along with me. There's nothing too bad in this chapter (it's a bit of an intro), but next chapter…yeah. :D I've been a bit down lately, so I felt inclined to write smut (I just went to church today too, I'm so bad…), so if you don't like it, don't read it, seriously. This is just me getting out my frustrations--and it might show *blushes deeply*. Also, not to give away anything, but if you've read and enjoyed my old fic the Color of Blood, you might like this. Again, it's a two shot, so read and enjoy.
Oh yeah, I don't own Bleach.
The evening was quickly rolling in over the horizon. The sky darkened steadily, but there were still shreds of light from the sun's waning reach that enlightened the earth below
A lone car was being driven on the dusty, and seemingly deserted road. It slowed down more and more, until it finally stopped, and a young woman stepped out of it, extremely frustrated, and spewing expletives into the phone at her ear.
Said woman was very petite, and obviously put together. Not a speck of her form, or a piece of her ensemble was out of place. She wore shiny black heels tied some inches above her ankle, and a fitted black skirt that came just above her knees, with a dark gray sleevless blouse, which tied in a thick bow behind her neck.
When she turned her gaze to the road before her, one was able to see the shocking hue of violet that were her eyes. They narrowed angrily, and she snapped her phone shut, to toss it with an irritated movement back onto the passenger seat of her car.
She leaned on the open driver's door, and groaned, before swearing, and plopping back into her seat, closing the door with her. She stared at her phone, and then at the apparently useless GPS system installed on her dashboard.
She growled, and picked up her phone again. "Stupid piece of crap. That's the last time I take anything mechanical from dad." She pressed the redial button on her phone. "He probably got it at flea market just to save money." She gritted out angrily.
The phone continued to ring, until finally it was picked up. The male voice on the other line was calm as always. "Rukia, are you on your way?" Her father said immediately, although because of the static around, Rukia only heard bits and pieces of his question.
She jumped out of the car again, and walked around randomly to pick up a signal. "DAD!" She said loudly.
"Rukia Kuchiki, why are you yelling?" Byakuya asked.
"What?!" She replied, unable to hear a damn thing he said.
Suddenly there was this beeping sound, and Rukia's eyes widened as red letters flashed on her phone.
No signal. No signal. No signal.
And then it went dead.
"Fuck!" She screamed. Her father would have scolded her hours on end for using such coarse language, but crap, she deserved to swear a bit--a lot. She was stuck with barely a quarter tank of gas, no idea where she was, and no one to get in contact with.
Not to mention that her parents were throwing this overly extravagant bash (her mom's idea, certainly not her dad's) to celebrate… something. She didn't even know what the party was for actually. Just that she had been threatened with many hideous punishments by her mother if she did not attend.
But now…it looked like she wouldn't be getting there anytime soon.
Rukia sighed, and walked back over to her car, nearly kicking herself for not putting gas in it this morning.
Well, I can just stand here…or try and find someone who hopefully can help me. She thought.
Rukia shuddered at the idea, but knew it was her only option. She got back into her car, and turned on the ignition. Thankfully, the gas light wasn't flashing red just yet, maybe she'd have a few miles before it did.
Her beloved Toyota Prius revved to life, and she stepped on the gas to move the car forward, turning her headlights on low, to conserve as much fuel as she could. Rukia drove her car over the bumps and knicks in the road, squinting her eyes as the dust flew around, clouding her vision.
She growled and slowed down as the surrounding trees shadowed over her, making it difficult to navigate her way through.
Rukia began to feel a bit jittery as the darkness creeped in a tad more. She'd heard many stories about what kind of unpleasant things came out this time of night.
From her environment, it was obvious that she was in the backwoods of Karakura, which was the equivalent of a maze of woods and dirt roads that had never been developed. People didn't come out this way anymore, not even contractors. And yet, hear she was. Driving around like a lost idiot, completely unprotected.
Sure there were animals…but she'd also heard that some people even lived out here. What kind of individual would, she had no idea.
Rukia cursed nervously under her breath, and darted her eyes around in apprehension. She tried to steel her resolve somewhat with a pep talk. "Kuchiki's don't run in fear, Rukia. Snap out of it." She told herself. But being out here was extremely creepy, and there was no telling what kind of person she'd meet, if she met anyone.
As she drove steadily forward, Rukia noticed the outline of some sort of building, like a warehouse maybe. It wasn't all that big, one story perhaps, and there was a single lantern burning lightly outside of it.
Rukia avoided a dip in the road, and drove towards the structure, hoping to god that someone decent was there.
Rukia brought her car to a halt several feet away from the building, close to some really overgrown field of grass, and sat there. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, and her hand paused on the knob to open her door. She looked up at the building. It was old and abandoned, but somebody had to be here, there was a light on in front.
What do I do?
Did she stay in the car and starve and/or freeze to death, or risk some potentially unpleasant encounter to seek some help?
Well, I was a track star in high school, I can always bolt if someone comes at me with chainsaw.
That really didn't help her nerves.
Rukia groaned, and waited a minute, before pushing the door open forcefully, and stepping onto the dry ground, looked around carefully.
She gathered her courage and said out loud.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" Her voice carried like an echo in the wind. "Hello?" She repeated.
No answer.
The hairs on the nape of her neck stood on end, making her very uneasy. She moved closer to the car, as her large irises traveled back and forth, from here to there.
Suddenly, there was a shift in the air, and she froze. Her hand stayed glued onto the door handle, as she held in a gasp from feeling someone else beside her.
***
His eyes snapped open immediately upon catching the first scent of her presence. He lay still on the cool grass for a minute longer, his calloused hands digging lightly into the dirt.
Dark brown eyes, that were usually a lighter shade at any other time of the day, focused in on the sky that he had been sleeping under. The last traces of sun light disappearing beyond the hills told him what time it was.
Time to feed.
He slowly sat up, reaching for his jacket and shirt, which had been carelessly thrown on the grass not too long before, and looked to his right.
A small car was slowly coming down the dusty path, its headlights revealing the many trees and brush blocking the roac. He watched the car get steadily closer, and his eyes narrowed in a hunter's gaze. With his vision being as exceptional as it was, he didn't even have to squint to see the woman in the driver's seat, obviously agitated.
Not that he needed to see her in the first place. He could have smelled her from a distance.
Setting his lower arm across a raised knee, he watched her come to a stop. She was no doubt lost, and looking for some help at the warehouse that was about forty feet away from him.
He chuckled to himself. She wouldn't be finding any help there. Well, not in that respect anyway.
The woman continued to sit still for another second, before opening the door with a click and stepping outside.
His jaw clenched tightly, and he could feel himself salivate as her presence assaulted every one of his senses.
She was a dark haired, delicious smelling, tiny little, sweet thing.
Just his type.
His head of peculiarly colored orange hair tilted to the side, as he stalked her with his eyes, wondering what could possibly possess someone in their right mind to come out this far from the city.
With so many dangerous creatures lurking around and all.
He continued to watch her discreetly, debating within himself if he should take her or not. She was standing right there, just asking him to do it.
But his companions had already left to go and find some lucky folks they could play with for the evening, so he didn't really need to bother her…
And all of a sudden, he didn't feel like waiting around for a meal anymore. Especially when he had a perfectly prime candidate before him who he could have all to himself, for as long as he pleased.
As the woman's voice rang out clearly in the still night, his instincts kicked in, and his gut tightened in anticipation. The man inhaled the air dabbed with her scent, and growled at the mental image of tasting that.
His tongue trailed hungrily over his teeth, and he smirked almost evilly, already plotting how to turn her misfortune around in his favor…and pleasure.
Quietly, he slowly rose to his feet far away from her, the progressing evening cloaking him in darkness. His gait did nothing to give away his presence as his bare feet trudged lithely trough the wild field of grass.
The woman stiffened, and slowly turned her face to him, bit by bit.
By now, he was already directly next to her, his face intense as he watched her take him in with wide eyes which were a unique shade of purple. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, and racked with various emotions.
Though it was simple enough to find the hidden fear behind her gaze.
He rather enjoyed that--such things added more of a thrill to the chase.
And there would be a chase.
***
Rukia's head turned very slowly to her left towards the large expanse of grass and weeds. She could practically hear the rapid beating of her heart pulsating against her ribcage, upon seeing the tall figure standing about five feet next to her.
She looked into the dark brown eyes focused on her with predatory interest, and gulped lightly. His eyes which were searing into hers, shifted down to her lips and neck where he stared for a second, before looking back up at her.
"Its dangerous to be out here by yourself, at this time of night." He said. She noted how smooth and husky his voice was. The man stepped closer to her, and tilted his head. "Do you know what kind of things can happen to you?" He asked, looking over her again, his stare uncomfortably penetrating.
Rukia stepped away some, and assessed the man quickly. He was standing barefoot on the ground, his clothes in good condition just a bit worn, perhaps from travel. He had on some dark jeans that hung slightly off his hips. She looked up slowly to his chest--which was bare, even with the biting chill of the evening. He had a long sleeved shirt and jacket draped over a shoulder as well.
Put simply, the man was beautiful, statuesque, god-like even given the structure of his body. And being in her situation, it was more than uncalled for to blush, but seeing a half naked guy--even out in the boondocks--would have that effect.
Rukia pursed her lips, but she found it difficult to speak adequately. "I…I…need to use a phone. Would you happen to have one?" She asked with as much strength and calm as she could muster. To be honest, she was scared shitless right now, but Rukia didn't need to make that more obvious.
The man walked slowly over to the hood of her car, his gaze never leaving her once as he continued to do some assessing of his own. He set a hand down, and touched the blue metal of the hood. "There's a phone inside." He said finally.
"May I use it--sir?" She asked.
Rukia was surprised to hear him chuckle darkly, and suddenly, he was directly in front of her. She yelped, and jumped back, barely able to steady herself.
How the shit did he do that?
A cunning smirk formed on his face.
"If that's what you want." he said deeply. Well of course it was, or she wouldn't have asked. And why the hell was he standing so effing close, looking at her that way? It really creeped her out, regardless of how attractive he was, ahem. Damn it…maybe she needed to snatch that pen she'd putn in the coffee holder earlier… (A/N: pens are excellent weapons, fyi)
"Please, call me Ichigo." He added charmingly, extending his arm to her.
He picked up her hand, keeping it in his cement grip, so she couldn't move. He wasn't hurting her, but she couldn't get out of it. Eyes still focused on her, he lowered his lips to the back of her hand and kissed it, his bangs hung in his eyes as he did so.
Rukia had no idea what was going on, but she had an unsettling feeling about it all. Part of her really wanted to get the hell out of there, but she couldn't until she found out whether he would be of help to her.
The man, Ichigo, stood back up, and released her hand. She glared at him, but he'd already turned around, and began walking to the dark building, his jacket covering the posterior of his back.
"Truly, you make this too easy."
Rukia frowned. "Excuse me?" She said, wiping her hand on her skirt.
He paused, and turned his head to look behind himself at her. There was a chilling, and yet sensual feeling to his look. Rukia flushed at seeing his tongue cross briefly across his lips, before he grinned.
"Do you want that phone, or not?"
Rukia clenched her small fists, and stared at him. "Yes, but how do I know that you're not some psychotic killer, trying to lure me in?"
He chuckled again. "Murder is overrated, and a waste. Besides, there are plenty of other things one could do that are far more pleasurable." His grin faded, and his expression grew serious again. He spoke to her in a different voice, one that was commanding and firm.
"The warehouse. Now."
Ichigo turned around again, and began walking to the building nonchalantly, before she could curse him to the ground for speaking to her that way. Rukia stood there fuming as he opened the door with a loud creak of the old wood. He stood in the distance waiting.
She shifted uncomfortably on her aching feet, arguing with herself on what to do.
"Do I need to say it again?" He asked her smugly.
Rukia swore under her breath, and then sighed. "Ah, fuck it." She had to use the damn phone eventually. Rukia would just have to club him with something if it came down to that. Muttering angrily, she grabbed her keys, phone, and locked her car.
She breathed in and out, before walking quickly over to the warehouse, frowning at how his gaze was glued onto her body like no tomorrow. I mean, shit. Yeah she did look good, but he stared as though he wanted to eat her alive.
"I hope you don't try anything," She said with a sneer once she was in front of him. "I know how to defend myself."
His muscled arm that was keeping the edge of the door open, rippled when he leaned down. "Do you?" He asked simply.
She swallowed, and wrenched her eyes away from his. "Just show me the damn phone already."
He extended his hand into the place to usher her in, and she slowly walked through the door. There wasn't any light inside, but for the illumination the stars provided. Several windows in the warehouse allowed a bit of starlight in, but that was the barest minimum.
The heavy door behind her closed loudly, and Rukia jumped, spinning around.
When she turned, his immaculate chest was positioned in front of her, and he laughed. "Afraid of something, human?"
Human? Who did he think he was? "Are you trying to scare me?" she asked evenly, a non-joking expression on her face.
"Is it working?" he said dangerously in her ear, already having moved behind her, before she could even see it.
Rukia gasped, and snapped her head over to him, more uncomfortable as the seconds trickled on. Something wasn't right here.
"Enough of this. Just give me what I've asked for!"
The man went over to a wall and leaned on it. "I will." He said simply, jerking his thumb to a room behind him. "Phone is on the counter in the kitchen. There's a light switch somewhere by the refrigerator.
Somewhere? Does he not use light or something? Well, from the look of the place, he obviously didn't.
Rukia straightened her posture, and stalked past him, the consecutive click of her heels trailed across the floor.
"There's just one thing…" he added as she walked past him. "…It doesn't work."
Rukia's eyes widened and she came to an abrupt halt, her blood boiling. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" She yelled at him. "Is this some kind of sick joke? What the hell are you trying to pull?"
He merely chuckled at her insults, and turned completely to her, his shirt and jacket discarded on the floor. Ichigo walked towards her and she took a step backwards. Looks like she'd need that pen after all…
He continued to approach her, and Rukia could see the unnatural gleam in his eyes.
"What the hell are you doing? Get--"
One of his hands came up to gently cover her mouth. "Its too late for that."
Rukia was starting to panic now, fueled by the fact that she couldn't move an inch. It was like his gaze was somehow keeping her nailed in place.
"You should have gotten into your car and driven away, like a smart human would have done." He said, leaning down to her and breathing in her scent.
"Then again, I may have chased you down anyway." Ichigo's hand dropped from her mouth, and went to the back of her head, bring her closer to him. She was so wrought with fear, that her legs started shaking, and her breathing came out in huffs.
"You shouldn't have such an expression," he whispered. "It only stirs my lust." He pressed his nose to her neck, and groaned loudly, needily.
His groan turned to an animalistic growl, and his tongue traced her pale skin, as he tightened his hold in her hair.
"And I intend to the sate that lust…thoroughly." She twitched and tried to move again, but he kept her still, smiling into her skin. Ichigo pressed soft kisses along her neck, and shushed her. "Do not worry, I assure you that you'll enjoy it as much as I."
Before Rukia could try to escape, or even take another breath, she felt the most excruciating pain in the side of neck. Her veins screamed in protest, as did she. Her hands came up to his broad shoulders, but she could not get a grip on them.
And as soon as he'd latched onto her, he'd just as quickly let her go. Rukia backed away clumsily, and she stumbled, grasping for anything to steady herself with. She grabbed onto a lamp stand, and breathed out heavily.
"Y-you b-bastard…" she whispered, squinting her eyes shut. She felt so damn weak, and…
Hot. So unbearably hot. It masked the pain from the wound on her neck, and she felt like she was on fire.
Rukia looked up slowly to the creature in front of her, and her heart almost skipped a beat. He stood in front of her with part of his mouth turned up in a half smirk.
Taking a few steps to her, he dodged her flailing arms, and reached around to undo the bow of her shirt that was tied around her neck. The cloth slipped downwards, and she scurried back more, hardly able to hold her shirt up and cover her breasts.
She kept running into crap, as she tried to get away from him, but her balance was lost, and her vision blurry.
He chuckled. "Hot enough yet?"
The aspect of him mocking her was bad enough, but the worst part was when her eyes began to refocus, and she saw the streams of blood running down his lips, jaw, down his throat, and trickling down his bare chest.
Rukia moved along a wall, and gaped at him as she put a hand to her neck, feeling the warm liquid running down her skin. She was horrified… yet still so hot. Burning. She felt sweat all along her face, and body, as well as a throbbing sensation that coursed its way through her entire body.
She thought it would be another wave of pain--but it wasn't. Her knees bent as she sank to the hardwood floors, grasping her lower abdomen.
And then she threw her head back in intense scream…although it was more like a very loud, very strong moan, that she had no control over whatsoever.
"Ahh...!"
Rukia promptly snapped her mouth shut afterwards, and covered it with a hand.
Where the hell did that come from?
She looked through her hair up at her captor, who was staring at her darkly. Rukia stood up weakly, staying along the wall, groping for a doorhandle.
"W-hat did you, ah, do t-to me…?" she asked hoarsely, trying to subdue the intense sensations she was having.
His head turned to watch every pathetic attempt she made at escaping. He then wiped his lips with a finger, and licked her blood from it before answering.
"Nothing. Yet."
I am a pervert. Oh well. Reviews are appreciated -- eulamarie --