Orihime the Vampire
Chapter 1: New Moon
A.N.: On the whole, it's quite amusing watching something pure and innocent become corrupted and twisted. And who in Bleach is more innocent than Orihime?
Disclaimer: I don't own bleach!
Karakura Town: 11:59 PM
Orihime POV
Orihime walked down the empty street feeling tired. She was coming back from a party with her friends and she'd decided to go home alone, confident in the fact that it was a short walk from Tatsuki's house to hers.
The sky was dark, covered in black clouds which obstructed the stars hanging in the night sky. Looking around, Orihime shivered. A heavy fog had settled in the cozy town, which was weird considering fog wasn't much of an issue this time of year. "I'd better get home real quick. I'm cold…."
Hurrying, Orihime made her way to her apartment. The safety of her warm, comfy home was in sight when she heard a scream off in the distance. Turning to the direction of the scream, Orihime shivered. "What was that?"
Against her better judgement, Orihime rushed towards the sound, diving into the dark fog in search of the source of the scream.
She found herself in the middle of a small playground, the rusty metal on the swings clinking ominously as a cold breeze arrived, blowing away most of the fog. Hearing the scream again, Orihime rushed forward and saw something that made her heart stop in horror.
A woman lay on the ground dead. Her eyes were devoid of any life in them. While Orihime thought it was a hollow that had done it, she reminded herself that hollows eat people. This woman though… had bite marks on her neck. Red lines of blood dripped down her lifeless body onto the cold ground, staining it with its crimson color.
Gasping in horror, Orihime ran to the woman, checking for any signs of life. There were none. "Oh my gosh! Who did this? What did this?" Deciding to try to revive the woman, Orihime's hands went to her hairpins. She was stopped when a voice, as smooth as cream and as deep as the ocean, cut through the dark fog.
"Oh? And who is this delectable treat? A Soul Reaper?"
Her concentration halted, Orihime turned to the direction of the voice and saw a dark shadow in the fog. "Who are you? Did you do this to this woman?" she demanded, her hands going to her hairpins again, ready to retaliate with Tsubaki.
"Hmm…no, you're not a Soul Reaper," the voice noted. "You're a human, only special. And quite lovely. Much more beautiful than that lump of flesh behind you."
"Who are you?"
The phantom laughed. It was a dark, cold sound that made Orihime's skin break out in goosebumps. "I? I have gone by many names. But the one I've been called the most has been…Sanguine."
"Are you…what are you? A hollow?"
Again, Sanguine laughed, its dark shape becoming clearer as it moved towards Orihime. "A hollow? Oh child, perish the thought. I am so much more than any mere hollow…."
Orihime stared in horror at the being in front of her. He was a dark figure, wrapped up in a body of black. A hollow hole lay on his chest and its mask was quite human-like, showing off particularly sharp fangs. Hands covered in armor-like claws stuck out of his body, his pointy feet barely touching the ground as he floated in front of her. Behind his mask, Sanguine's red eyes bore into her.
"I am Vasto Lorde."
Sweat rolled down Orihime's face as the fact sunk in. There was no doubt that this being was a hollow of the highest class, fitting the description Rukia had once told her about. This hollow had a massive amount of spirit energy, much more than Captain Hitsugaya's and maybe even more than Ichigo's. His spirt pressure alone felt like it was on the verge of crushing Orihime. "What…what did you do to this woman? Did you take her soul?"
"Hmph! Silly child. I told you, didn't I? I am Vasto Lorde. I have no need for the souls of the weak. That is a need for the baser, weaker hollows that degenerate Hueco Mundo with their existences. I did not kill this woman by taking her soul. I took her blood."
"Bl…blood?"
She couldn't see it but she could tell Sanguine was smiling. "Oh yes…blood. Sweet, rich blood. I've learned over the centuries that blood is also a potent power source for hollows, and I've gained several new tricks by dabbling in its power. But enough about me, let's talk about you…."
"M-me?"
"Yes…" Sanguine drew close, making Orihime back away. Sanguine laughed at the girl's attempt to keep her distance. "I can tell you are no mere human. Your spirit energy is much, much higher. Tell me, what is your name?"
Gulping, Orihime kept her hands on her hairpins. "Ori…Orihime…."
Lifting his head up, Sanguine spoke her name as if tasting it like a fine wine. "Orihime…Ori…hime…Orihime…." Looking back at her, Sanguine cocked his head to the side. "That's a beautiful name. It fits such a lovely lady like you. Now then…what to do with you…."
Orihime's back hit a jungle gym, leaving her with nowhere to go anymore. Sanguine was mere feet away from her now, his pressure bearing down on her. "Get…get back!" shouted the scared girl.
"Oooh! How frightening you are, my dear sweet Orihime…" Sanguine taunted, stopping where he floated. "So tell me, little Orihime, are you going to attack me?"
"Are you?"
Once more Sanguine laughed, his deep voice reverberating in the night sky. "A very good answer!" His eyes bore into Orihime, glowing with evil intent. Orihime froze at the sight of his red eyes, her hands slowly being lowered, dangling at her sides. "No, my dear Orihime. I will not hurt you. You are a special human. And a special human deserves a special treatment…."
Orihime couldn't move as Sanguine floated close to her. She tried to scream but all that came out of her was a sad whimper. "Shhhh…" Sanguine whispered as his face inched closer to hers. "Do not fear, my sweet. I will not kill you…."
"I will make you a beautiful maiden of the night…."
Orihime's vision darkened as she felt fangs pierce her neck….
Several Hours Later….
"Ohhh…" Orihime groaned as she sat up, feeling terrible. "What happened?" Looking around, Orihime saw that Sanguine was gone, the night fog rolling over her. "Sanguine?" she called out, wondering if he was somewhere nearby.
"That was weird. What…what did he do? He bit me then…everything faded to black…." Her hand went to her neck and she winced, feeling two puncture marks on either side of her neck. "I…I don't feel so good…I need to get home…."
Wobbling on shaky legs, Orihime slowly walked back to her apartment. "I feel cold…and hungry…" Orihime muttered shivering. Finally making it back to the safety of her home, Orihime closed the door. "I'm so hungry…."
Walking into the kitchen, she quickly made herself a meal of rice, chocolate and ramen. Such a meal would normally fill her up but even after she'd finished the last bite she felt even hungrier. "Ohh…why am I so hungry…." Her stomach growled and she sighed. "I need a shower first before I cook anything else." Setting her plates in her sink, Orihime walked into her small bathroom, undressing and looking in the mirror...and then screaming when she saw she had no reflection in the mirror. "What's going on?" Looking down, she saw that she had no shadow either. Her hand went back to the two holes in her neck and her pale skin became whiter as all those scary stories she'd heard when she was a little girl.
"I'm…I'm…a vampire?"
Getting dressed, she grabbed her hairpins. "Santen Kesshun! I reject!" But to her horror her little sprites didn't appear. She stood there horrified as she realized that her powers wouldn't work. "Urahara! I need to get to Urahara!"
Hurrying out the door, Orihime made her way down the street but was stopped when she saw a young woman standing near the lamppost, seeming to wait on somebody. She looked so lovely, so sweet….
…So full of tasty blood.
Orihime's eyes glowed red as her hunger overwhelmed her. Slowly, she began to stalk her way over to the woman….
To Be Continued….
A.N.: Stephanie Meyer can suck it!