Grimmjow stared at the back of Tousen's head, counting each intricately braided lock of hair with his new vampire eyes. He saw everything and heard everything. Not even the smallest shuffle of a rat in garbage could escape his senses. He followed the man down the street only hours away from where he died as a human in the alley. And now he was a—Grimmjow couldn't say the word. None of it made sense for him still even though his creator explained what he did. No, Grimmjow had no reason to complain for a vampire is what he chose to become. Although he figured that people would agree to anything if they were on the verge of death.
Grimmjow tried to remember what happened before he died but all that disappeared along with his humanity. Tousen had said that it would all come back; that he was only overwhelmed by his senses to concentrate on memory. And that was when Grimmjow wept. So uncharacteristic for him, but Grimmjow couldn't think of anything else, only that he had died and was brought back to life by Tousen. It was all too surreal.
Tousen had come to him like the angel of God came to Mary, Grimmjow thought then scoffed. It was too weird to think of the bible at a time like this. He wasn't stupid. Tousen was no angel; he was something else--something that had no place in Heaven or Hell. 'Is that shit even real?' He wondered.
'Some try not to bother themselves with the notion…But I believe we are God's for gotten children…'Tousen said in Grimmjow's mind.
The telepathic link caught the blue haired man off guard but he regained composure quickly. 'How's that?' he countered, clearly finding the other vampire's view bizarre.
'Well, we vampires are perfect…How can perfection not be what God wants. Humanity is not so. They wage war on other humans, kill others, hurt the young, and exploit the weak…How can God love beings so ugly in spirit.' Tousen said simply.
'Not all of us—I mean, them are like that. I've met some nice people when I was human. And aren't vampires evil?" Grimmjow questioned.
'There's no such thing as an evil or good vampire. Because what a vampire does in the eyes of others like himself is only seen as personal gain. May a vampire kill children, it is only because he likes to. Or if a vampire kills another it is so because he found pleasure or wealth or satisfaction, or other things in doing that. I find it ludicrous to rate someone's actions as good or evil. What is good to some may be evil to others and vice versa…'
'You kill children…?' Grimmjow asked softly his eyes strayed to the ground as Tousen turned to meet his gaze. They had stopped by a "DON'T WALK" sign.
'Look at me…'Tousen commanded, his voice still in its deep monotone, so the other man couldn't tell if he was angry or upset. Grimmjow's blue orbs met with those the color of moonlight. They were more beautiful than the real thing and he couldn't look away.
'For a man who said he had no soul you feel that killing children is malevolent…' Tousen stated, his full lips twitching upward in a slight smile as if he'd been told an indecent joke.
Grimmjow glared at Tousen, not at all afraid to let his anger show. 'Yeah, I don't have a soul but I still have some morals. Kids don't deserve to be killed…'
'No, I suppose not…'Tousen smiled more genuinely now. He raised his hand to caress Grimmjow's face, ignoring the laughs and stares of disgust they got from the humans that passed them on the street. Grimmjow didn't care either, though he knew if he were still human he wouldn't have tolerated a touch coming from another man. 'I don't kill children anymore. I don't kill any mortal that I chose to feed from. Only those mortals I want on the other side of death will I kill.'
'But I thought you—'Grimmjow began but Tousen shook his head for silence.
'I was telling you about the way of other vampires, some kill their victims but I only sample some from two or three and then I am satisfied.' The black man said, now crossing the street where Grimmjow knew the road ran out of town. He followed, not caring where they were going. 'After my late companion died, I found death too distasteful for mortal or vampire. I vowed never to kill another human or vampire.'
"So we can drink blood from humans and not kill them?" Grimmjow said aloud seeing that they were quite a distance away from human ears.
"Yes. Humans are filled to the brim with it and once a pint or two is gone, over a few days, it is replenished. But taking sustenance from mortals like that is strictly my own preference. However you want to consume blood is up to you…You must be very hungry by now…it has been two days."
Grimmjow shrugged. "I feel okay…"
"Only because I cut off the primal hunger from your conscious mind. If I hadn't you'd have lashed out on all those humans who simply passed on the street." Tousen smirked seeing the frowned in Grimmjow's face.
"How can you do that? Can I do that?" he asked.
"Not yet, but you have many years to learn these skills…centuries, actually…" the dark skin man chuckled softly.
Grimmjow couldn't stop the grin on his face from forming. He really was immortal. And soon another question plagued his mind. "Hey, there's got to be a father, right? Like a dad of vampires or something?"
Tousen raised a brow, "An odd way to put it but yes. There is a "Father" of us…or it could be a "Mother." All my deceased lover ever told me that there was one who began it all. There were never any names."
Grimmjow was in step with the older man now."So you're my dad?"
"You put it in human terms, young one. Technically a fledgling vampire like yourself is to acknowledge me as your Master…but I would prefer if you didn't. From the days in which I was reborn I believe no man, mortal or immortal have the right to call himself Lord over another." Tousen's stoic face contorted into a deep grimace.
"But back in the alley you said someone else lived with you and called you Master." Said the other man, remembering Tousen briefly mention another vampire.
"Renji does what he pleases. He feels that he owes me for saving his life. Servitude is what he believes is payment for my actions." Tousen replied.
"So he's basically your bitch." Grimmjow said snidely. Looking up ahead as he could see the outline of a large two story building. It was dark brick with giant black shutters covering the windows. And the smell of human sweat and blood furrowed in his nostrils. And like lambs to the slaughter there were humans in front of the building in a jumbled line. It was a nightclub of some kind. His stomach quenched at the possibility of tasting the sweet crimson flow, even though the only blood he ever tasted was Tousen's. But he knew his body wanted human blood—craved for it. Tousen's mind hold on him was gone. He lunged forward but a strong, hard hand clamped over his shoulders.
"Control yourself, wait until we are inside and introduced." Tousen whispered in his ear, smiling when he heard Grimmjow's soft whimper of protest. "This is one of the many places catering to beings like us."
The teal haired blood drinker, face filled with confusion as he willed his urge to kill down to zero. "Vamps like to pick up chicks in bars too?"
"Hm…I had hoped you would be as bright as your hair but I can dream too…" Tousen smiled widely, exposing his sharp canines as he began walking to the front entrance, not even side glancing the warm bodies pressed together for more heat from the chilly air. Grimmjow tried to do the same but they smelled too good, some even looked good, dressed in their silly black clothes, pale make up, and fishnet stockings.
Tousen was busy chatting lowly with the bouncer who was literally blocking the door with his massive body. He was black and bald except he had a long pony tail in the back of his head. He had to be at least 7'3 when Grimmjow caught sight of him. Suddenly, Tousen went inside and Grimmjow force his legs to follow. They went up on the second floor of the building which was laid with booths and tables and it had a great view of the dance floor where some humans were beginning to fill. Grimmjow felt himself swell inside his pants at the lovely sight of his prey shaking to the music that flooded the room. Grimmjow looked at the tent in his jeans, observing it. 'At least that still works…'he thought smugly.
"They taste as good as they look…"came a voice from behind; it was so sudden that Grimmjow jumped at the noise. He turned around face to face with another vampire. He was as good looking as Tousen, but as far as Grimmjow could tell he was the more powerful of the two.
"Hey,"Grimmjow said in greeting, sticking out his hand.
The stronger vampire smiled, unimpressed. "I'm Aizen…"The man nodded.
The new born immortal dropped his hand knowing that this vampire would be on he didn't like. "Grimmjow…"The blue eyed man said, turning back to the dance floor.
"Tousen's new pet, right? I'd seen you two walk in together." The darker haired man asked the question but he smiled as if he knew the answer. "He finally got rid of that dog, Renji, hm?"
"I'm no one's pet, Aizen." Grimmjow sneered, glancing back at the man. "And I never met the guy…" he shrugged.
Aizen, not commenting futher, smiled again as he looked Grimmjow up and down. "My blind friend always did have good taste…" he teased.
The young vampire didn't reply. He knew he couldn't force Aizen to go away so he decided it was best to ignore him.
"You really are a new born, aren't you..?" the brown haired man said, this time his voice lost all its playful air. "So you must not be aware of the rules as did Tousen, who so ruefully forgot to mention to you…"the grimaced ripped through the vampire's handsome face, within seconds he had Grimmjow by the neck, lifting the other male until his toes didn't touch the ground. Grimmjow's eyes widened in fear, as he was powerless to stop the other's ministrations. And like a summoned protector, Tousen reappeared behind Aizen's board shoulders.
"Let him be…" the black man said gently as if he wished not to offend Grimmjow's attacker. However, his creator's face was unreadable behind his dark tinted sunglasses.
"Oh, Tousen!" Aizen said in a whimsical voice, still holding the blue haired vampire in the air. He set Grimmjow to his feet like he was made of glass and turned to the male behind him. "I had something very important to discuss with you…" he said as he inclined his head towards the back room and lead Tousen away.
Grimmjow didn't meet the eyes of his creator but he could feel the shame in Tousen's mind. He grabbed at his throat, feeling his trachea try to heal itself. He growled at himself, at his own weakness. He needed blood. Human blood would make him stronger so he wouldn't be a victim to Aizen's power. He smirked, feeling a single pair of eyes watching him. They were human eyes that caught Grimmjow not at his best moment.
The man looked back down at the clubs throbbing dance floor, the teens unaware of what happened above them, except a boy with orange colored hair and deepset brown eyes. Grimmjow met eyes with the mortal of which he involuntarily labeled as his meal for the night.
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