Welcome To The Family

Prolgu

Bloodlust That Tore A Family

Chrissy Jaegerjaquez cried into her pale white pillow, her sun-kissed skin flushed with anger, fear, and sadness. She didn't know what she was supposed to think of her family anymore. Her father was an abusing and vindictive man that was currently using her older sister as a punching bag. Her older brother was a heartless, cruel, and arrogant person that only cared about himself and only looked down on her. Her older sister was a spiteful, malicious, and violent being that couldn't give two shits if Chrissy got injured. All her family cared about now was who was the most powerful and how many people could they kill in a certain amount of time. Getting off the bed, Chrissy made her way over to the oak wood wardrobe, determination evident in her blue and yellow eyes. 'Why the fuck am I staying in a place that I can get killed in?' she thought calmly as her bedroom door sung open.

"What the fuck are you doing?" her older brother asked, making sure to close the door behind him.

"Leaving," she answered back simply as she threw so clothes into a bag.

"Do you have a fucking death wish? If dad came in here and not me, then you would be in the same position that our sister is in right now," he explained, making Chrissy turn to face him, bag in hand.

"Why do you give a shit? Look at me Grimmjow and explain because I don't understand. You don't give a fuck when I get beaten by dad but when its Kitara, you are a running around trying to get dad to stop hitting her. You see all of these tattoos that cover my body, they are from the beatings, the wounds, and every single bruise that I get from him. Through all of this, you and Kitara are just playing a game of who can kill more innocent people than the other. So, why are you coming up here to help me and acting nice, kind, and love when you haven't shown me any feelings and you haven't even given me any mutual respect. Yes, I have gone fucking insane but that's a lot better than being killed by your own father. Tell me, why now? Why the fuck are you helping me now?" she asked, venom lacing every word that she let leave her lips.

Grimmjow edged closer towards her slender body, his eyes wide and hands held out in front of his body. He had never actually thought about the way he treated his sisters; all he really knew was that Kitara hated Chrissy and Chrissy hated Kitara. To him, he was the better family member, the one that never fought, never disobeyed their father but then again that might have been his downfall. Focusing on himself so much that he never showed a bit of love towards the person that needed it most.

"I know that I wasn't there for you in the past and that I had more than enough power to take down dad when I had the chance but I guess that it was the factor of being the oldest and the superiority that came with it. If I could take back what I did in the past, trust me I would. I am helping you because you are the only one of us that has a chance of an amazing future. I blew mine as soon as I killed that family all those years ago. So, come on. Let's get you the fuck out of here," Grimmjow explained as Chrissy let out a small smile.

'At least, he is helping me in the end,' she thought to herself as she grabbed her katana and slung her bag over one shoulder. Nodding at her brother, the two teenagers walked outside of the sleeping chambers. A single word being uttered making to so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"Please, dad! Stop it!"

The screams of Kitara could still be heard, the sounds bouncing off the walls and landing back in the duos' ears. At least now they could whisper without being overheard by someone.

"Come on, we have to get to that window over there. Then you can leave without having to look back," Grimmjow whispered over to her, making her pull him back.

"What about you?" she asked worry evident in her voice.

"Someone needs to be here to stop dad from killing Kitara and you would be better without me," he explained now walking ahead whilst looking out to see if anyone was near.

"You're good. I know it. I just don't know how to prove it yet," she muttered, following her brother from behind.

Quickly, they crept past the occupied sleeping chambers, Chrissy's hands shaking with nerves. Suddenly, the screaming stopped making the two siblings look up in horror. Then loud bashing noises could be heard coming from the room that he screams had come from.

"Shit. Dad," Grimmjow muttered grabbing hold of her arm and dashing towards the window.

Just as they were nearly there, the ceiling collapsed revealing an irate father.

"RUN CHRISTINA!" Grimmjow shouted, unsheathing his katana, and charging at his father.

Rushing for the door, Chrissy noticed how ice began to coat the walls and try to block her path. 'Kitara.' Sprinting forward, the eleven-year-old shielded her eyes as she jumped through the glass window.

"DAMN YOU, CHRISTINA JAEGERJEGUEZ!" shouted Kitara, her rants drowning out the further she ran.

Chrissy let out a sigh of relief, she was finally free of that horrid place. No more beatings. No more rudeness. Just her all by herself, with no one else. But there was something that she couldn't forget about it. The person that she thought hated her was actually the person who saved her life from near death. That was an act of kindness that she would never forget.

Sorry about the other version of this but I am basically doing a revamped version because I felt that the one from before was a bit rushed and somethings didn't make sense. I have a challenge for all of you that enjoy either Byakuya x OC, Grimmjow x OC or Ulquiorra x OC. All that you need to do is create a story showing them getting married, fighting in a war or going through disease. All entries must be in by the 28th August 2019.