"Now, now. . Be nice, no need to try and get away" I could feel him push up against me a little more, and I knew I wasn't getting out of this. . . ."Gah. . Byakuya! Get off me!" I continue to yell that at him but he acts as if he can't hear me. Even when I push as hard as I can, it does little to move him; his body now unmoving like a cement wall. I cringe and think to myself, I am sooo not getting out of whatever this is.
"Stop struggling . . . You're not going to get free by being so . . . delicate" He was nearly biting into my neck at this point, and I was starting to get scared, believe it or not.
"Delicate? W-what do you mean?" Damn it with that stutter; he started laughing again, and I was wondering if this was really Byakuya here
"I mean, that you are so … fragile compared to me. You can't fight back, and since you can't even push me away. ." Byakuya roughly pulled me back and shoved against the wall to prove his point; weakly, I grabbed the arms that were currently holding me up ". . . Why try? Besides, I plan on drinking your blood, with or without your permission" With that he got ready to shove his fangs in my neck by moving his head away from my neck and opening his mouth wide, there points of his sharp teeth barely touching my sensitive skin.
"H-hey! Wait! Please wait. ." I was sweating now and needed time for him to stop so I could come up with a plan out of this situation.
"What?" I could see that he was annoyed for being interrupted and before I could get a word out he started to chuckle and said quietly "Did you know your heartbeat is racing? You're scared right now but trust me, having me wait like this . . . it won't be very fun for you later. . You won't like seeing me when I have no more patience left for your stalling." Tears started forming in my eyes and I couldn't help the small whimper that came from my mouth. The cold, hard stare coming from Byakuya was enough for me to start shaking profusely.
"W-why are you doing this? B-Byakuya..." Large dollops of tears spilled out of my eyes. My breath seemed to catch in my throat, leaving me hiccupping through my distress. "Aren't we friend? Put me down, please, and s-stop saying that stuff." The grip I had on his hands would have hurt a normal person but it didn't seem to do much against him. Quiet chuckling slowly escalated to loud laughing as Byakuya seemed to find something truly funny. He shook his head slowly.
"Oh Ichigo, why wouldn't I do this?" He took a long sniff of my neck, rubbing his face in the space between shoulder and neck. "You are so . . . magnificent smelling and I just can't resist a taste anymore. You're going to be mine Ichigo, don't worry, I'll take very good care of you…" the words shook me awake, it felt like. A new wave of fear washed over me. I couldn't help my struggling at this point. My confusion must have spurred him on to talk more. Sighing loudly, he lessened his grip on me, just a little "I'm doing this because to me, blood is food, which is why I try to keep on the down low but…" He rubbed his teeth against neck again, letting small drops of blood well up. "You smell so good. I've been trying to quench my thirst but you just had to walk up to me tonight." he let out a low growl, pressing himself firmly against my own body. Another small growl came from him and he seemed to whisper to himself 'you will be Mine, Ichigo.' He let my name linger on his lips before backing away to allowing breathing room. While taking large gulps of air, Byakuya stopped me before I could even start.
"By the way Ichigo, I suggest you be quiet, wouldn't want anyone to find us." Despite my struggling, Byakuya continued by once again placing his teeth over my neck. His hand was firmly holding my face to keep my struggling contained.
When his teeth pierced me, my body seemed to jerk harshly without my permission. Byakuya's grip on me loosened but instead of letting me go, he wrapped his arms around my chest and held me against himself. My legs dangled slightly as I wasn't taller than him yet and I gripped info the back of his shirt, jerking occasionally.
"S-stop! Ngh . . ." I could feel the blood leaving my body as my struggling got weaker and I sagged against the hard body in front of me. My face was pressed in the crook of his neck and my nostrils were filled with his scent. As the world faded around me, I distantly thought about how it smelled like death and blood.