Spiraling Madness: A Love Lies Bleeding Side Story
By Inuyoshie
(From Szayel's eyes)
He's so… lively.
Most humans I take into my personal labs are heavily sedated, under hypnosis or anemic. I admit, I am quite rough on my toys. But this one struggled so much… it was quite exciting. When I used my form of hypnosis on the boy he seemed to struggle even more, like a fly caught in a web. How cute.
Most of my toys are darker than this one. I never really saw the appeal of pale skin before now… it's quite soft, and I can see the veins very clearly. Like wax paper… and the reactions this boy is giving me are highly amusing, his desperate attempts to disguise his arousal.
Poor little Quincy boy.
I carried the boy away from his earlier position, chained up while he watched me dissect some poor fool who came across one of my underground labs. I have several of those you know, labs. Quite useful. My favourite is within Lord Aizen's grounds, underneath the mansion above. It's my favourite because it's quite simple, but has a homey feel about it. A good lab should have a homey feel to it, at least to the scientist residing in it. Some days I can't relax unless the scent of blood and disinfectant is in the air, much like some humans cannot relax without some sickly apple cinnamon air freshener plugged in.
Anyways. I lay the boy on my bed as I went to go change out of my clothing (which was filthy). When I returned in a crisp, fresh uniform the boy was no longer on my bed. He was still in the room (I locked the door) but I couldn't quite see him.
"Quincy boy, Quincy boy," I called out calmly. It's not like he could run from me. IN fact, a good hunt is fun every once in a while. "Where are you…?"
My gorgeous voice bounced off of my walls, echoing slightly. No sound followed it. I frowned, glancing around, and then smirked. I began to walk, slowly, leisurely, pacing about my room. I even stopped to take off my shoes, tossing them in a corner. As I was about to make another round around my bed, a pale hand shot out from under my bed and grabbed my ankle.
"Hm?" I remarked calmly as he pulled.
I was not expecting the strength and actually was knocked down on my side as the Quincy pulled. I let him, a slight smirk on my face as he pulled me under the bed.
"Ha." He hissed at me. I smirked.
"Now what do you intend on doing to my poor, helpless form?" I asked him mockingly. The boy's eyes widened as I pinned him easily to the ground. "You didn't really think that through, now did you?" I murmured in his ear. He shuddered under me. "Hmm…"
His heart was hammering, like a caged butterfly. I could feel his pulse throbbing under me, especially once I pressed my face to his neck. The Quincy smelled delicious, a cool sharp scent. Like… juniper, almost. And fancy shampoo, being a doctor's son must have some perks.
"What are you, a dog? Why do you keep sniffing me?" the boy spat at me.
"How rude," I replied, frowning. "I have been very kind to you and all you do is insult me!"
"Kind? You have me pinned under your bed!" he retorted.
"You're the one who pulled me here," I replied calmly, moving down so that my lips brushed against his neck. The boy stiffened instantly, his heart rate increasing. "My my, aren't we jumpy?"
"Get off of me." He growled, trying to pull off the steely ordering voice but failing miserably. I chuckled and licked his throat slowly, making the nerves under me tingle. My brand of hypnosis is based off of touch and sensation, making situations like this one quite enjoyable… almost maddening.
The boy squirmed under me, uncomfortable. I smiled against his throat, containing a shudder. Lord Aizen said I can't kill him. Really, not killing a human is easy. I know plenty of things to keep this Quincy alive. Also, 'alive' by what definition? My fangs pierced the boy's neck very gently, drawing minute amounts of blood. Centuries of practice and surgical skill really do pay off in the bedroom. The boy let out a soft grunt of pain as I lapped the pearls of blood up gently, tasting it slowly. The blood was very rich for a human, making me hum slightly in response. I widened the hole slightly, being careful about how much blood to take from him. If it spilled all over my floor I won't be able to sleep for weeks.
The boy hissed, and I frowned. I must have widened the hole too rapidly. I gave the wound a quick lap and glanced at the boy's face, his wide eyes and his slightly parted lips. A slow smirk curled across my face as I leaned in, brushing my lips against his. The boy's eyes snapped open and he jerked back violently, hitting his head on a leg of my bed and letting out a cry of pain. I frowned and pulled him back closer to me, reaching up through his hair to feel for an injury. I felt no blood, just soft, silky hair under my fingertips. Still, the boy seemed to curl in pain, so I paused.
"Wh-why are you stopping?" he hissed out.
"What, you want me to continue?" I replied easily, smirking. The boy scowled.
"No. You're being too decent," he retorted.
"I am?" I remarked, taking another lick of blood. He stiffened, and I kept my mouth over the wound. Gradually, he relaxed.
"Why are you doing that?" he asked softly after a moment. His vocal cords made his neck hum. I sighed softly, pulling my mouth away.
"Doing what?" I asked him in a disapproving tone. Incomplete questions lead to incomplete answers.
"That bite… doesn't hurt," he clarified.
"Oh that. Hypnosis," I replied easily, pressing my lips to the wound again.
"Hypnosis?" the boy repeated, a startled tone seeping into his voice. I sighed again.
"Yes. Hypnosis. It's not like Lord Aizen's hypnosis… it's more… subtle," I told him, splaying my hand across his chest and sending a surge of energy under his skin. He shuddered and made a soft noise in his throat that made me quirk a brow. "Did you say something Quincy boy?"
"N-no," he hissed, narrowing his eyes. In the dark I could see his blush. I leaned in so that I was hovering just above his face.
"Really…?" I breathed gently.
"R-R-really," he stammered back. I smirked.
"I see," I remarked, going back to his neck only to find the wound clotted. I sighed and wrapped my arms around the boy's waist. He promptly stiffened again. "Relax boy," I ordered, sliding out from under the bed and picking him up. In the light of the room he looked… different somehow. He seemed paler, his face with a healthy flush mantling his cheeks. His glasses were askew on his nose, giving him the general look of someone who just got ravaged. I lay him on my bed gently and stretched my back.
Not yet.
Inuyoshie's after the chapter special
Oh baby! Our kitten Ginger just walked all over my shoulder. Now she's in front of my computer.
This chapter was brought to you by a random rant about slavery in the Congo, from English class. We are reading Heart of Darkness. Meh. Hands chopped off.
Writing Szayel is fun. He's such a drama queen… I totally heard his voice (the English dub) in my head while I was writing this. Is that a bad thing? Perhaps. If I start actually conversing with it and it converses with me, then we'll have problems. Really. Okay? Good good.
Thank you to all who read this. Please review!
