I let the petite body in my arms fall freely to the ground.

My stomach is full thanks to the pretty woman now laying dead on the cold floor. Her flesh and blood were very tasty, but I'm not satisfied.

I will never be satisfied, at least not until it's someone ELSE'S flesh and blood that sustains me.

I sneer at the young woman with the now lifeless emerald green eyes. Hating her because she's not the person I want her to be.

The carnage of this act I have committed, the murdering of an innocent, and a WEAK WOMAN at that, is unnecessary, but I love the chase and the struggles my prey make as they ATTEMPT escape.

They are fools. Never have I let my prey escape.

Her blood is essential to my survival. And like all living creatures I need food, but devouring HER is really pointless since I can just shop for my food like a regular human.

But they are trash and I do not wish to share common living techniques with them, besides, the hunt is much more satisfying.

It gets the blood pumping and it makes the carnage that much sweeter.

I walk away from my latest victim, my maniacal thoughts racing through my head. But honestly, I'd rather deal with my thoughts of bloodlust and violence than think about WHY I do this.

I hunt down human-trash because of that damn ebony-haired vampire.

I began to make my way home.

I know the little bat wants me.

I see it in his eyes, and I want him too but it's wrong to give in.

I wanna claim him, but I want SO much more than just his body.

I want his damn love.

Suddenly the object of my obsessions' is before me.

I smirk at my luck.

"Grimmjow."

My heart stops, and I look at him, shocked.

He knows my name. I didn't know he knew that.

A name is sacred. It shows that the owner of that name holds power over the speaker.

I smirk and see a small flicker of embarrassment flit through his features. So he's not as unaffected by my presence as I'd originally thought.

"So you DO know my name? I didn't know that you even knew I existed, much less remembered my name, murcielago." I say in a smug tone.

"Your existence is hard not to notice, Trash. You're quite obnoxious and loud, it's hard NOT to know of you."

I smirk. So he doesn't want to answer and decides to try to ignore my question.

Predictable.

"Still doesn't explain how you know my NAME, since I don't give it out very often. But whatever, consider it a heart-warming gift, since you're new around here in Las Noches after all."

I smile & walk past the petite boy. Waiting for him to take the bait...

"Trash."

Hook line and sinker.

I stop walking, a sadistic grin etched onto my lips. I turn and lean down to his small ear.

"You call me "trash", yet you can't stop wanting me, can you, little murcielago?" I purposely breathe onto his neck, knowing it's a weak spot on the little vampire.

"If I am "trash", why do you wish to imbibe on my blood SO much? Why little vampiro?"

I ask, biting at his neck, my breathe stretching across the expanse of his pale neck.

I feel him flinch and I smile.

"Grimmjow."

Much to my delight he begins to pant.

I wrap my arms around his slim waist.

"I guess just this once I'll let you have me...Ulquiorra."

My heart pounds at my own words as I pick him up.

A name is sacred. If you know a name it means that the person is important to you, and they wield power over you.

I find it fair to tell him I know his so he doesn't feel so used.

He only smiles.

My entire being soars. I finally get to have my precious murcielago.

My Ulquiorra.

And I won't let him go cuz i know he loves me like I love him.