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Die Now or Live Forever. Part 3
Back in Aizen's office
"Die now...or ...live forever?," Ichigo stuttered. "You want me to become like you?" Ichigo said while looking at Aizen
"Yes," Aizen said simply.
Ichigo's anger arouse again. "Hell no!", exclaimed Ichigo. "I refuse to be a murderer like you. Hell you've already made my life a living hell, so why would I want to be... one of the damned", Ichigo truly realized how brutal these beings were, "...I'd rather...die now", Ichigo ended with a gulp, now fully understanding Aizen's statement.
"Trash", the man with green tears that Aizen referred to as Ulquiorra said.
"Disgraceful", the old man, Barragan, stated
Both Harribel and Starrk remained quiet.
"I'm sorry you feel that way. But I am a man my word. I truly wish you'd reconsider, but knowing you and your strong will, I will fulfill your death wish.", Aizen said simply. "Starrk," Aizen stated and the silent command was issued.
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"Ugghh," Ichigo groggily slurred. "Where am I? Why am I not dead?"
He looked around and found himself in a large, well furnished bedroom and he was laying on the giant, plush mattress with red, satin sheets. Unfortunately, there were no windows to escape from. He tried to get up, but noticed his hands were bound to the bed.
"Ichigo, I'm glad to see your awake," Aizen's voice startled him out of his observations.
"Aizen," Ichigo angrily groaned, his aching headache taking the force of anger out of his voice. "Where am I?"
"You are in my personal chambers in my mansion a little outside of Karakura Town.", Aizen replied "
"You know, Ichigo. I'm a man of many thoughts and I don't take action until I believe that it the most appropriate of courses," Aizen stated as he began to take of his clothes until he was only in his boxers.
Ichigo gulped audibly. "What are you doing, Aizen? I thought that you were-"
"Shh, little one.", Aizen calmly stated as he climbed atop the bed and on top of Ichigo with a smirk
"I am going to turn you.", Aizen continued, the smirk still evidently place on his face
"Noo!", Ichigo screamed. "You said that you'd kill me. That you were a man of your word!", Ichigo yelled. His face showed confusion, and mostly fear of what could become of him.
"Hmmm. Yes. I said that I would give you death, but what do you think we are, Ichigo?
"Huh?" Ichigo looked confused for a second and Aizen picked back up where he was.
"We are vampires," Aizen breathed into Ichigo's face seductively. "We are dead. We are death. "
Ichigo lit up. "You tricked me, you were going to turn me from the beginning. You ass, get the fuck off of me. So help me God, I will-
"God can not save you nor even help you," Aizen's voice became hard and his brown eyes darkened with both blood lust and carnal lust. "Especially, from me."
Aizen roughly grabbed Ichigo's chin and pushed it to the side and harshly bit into Ichigo's neck.
"Argghh!," Ichigo yelped in pain. He began to struggle uselessly against Aizen's grip on him and the bonds holding his hands to the bed post. He began to feel lightheaded but the pain in his neck wouldn't go away.
'Please', he thought 'just make the pain go away'. He closed his eyes and tried to will away the pain, as his life's essence slowly drained out of him.
'Mmhhhmm,' Aizen thought while savoring the delicious flavor of blood from Ichigo's pulsing vein. It wasn't necessary for Aizen to drain Ichigo of his blood or even bite him. The only thing he needed to do to turn Ichigo was to just overwhelm his blood with his. He could do this by pushing their open veins together and force his blood into Ichigo's body, or making him drink enough of his blood, but the taste was like an added bonus. It tasted like freedom, determination, and power. Normally Aizen would never use an abstract word to describe someone's blood, but there isn't anything delicious or even tangible enough to be compared to Ichigo's blood.
"Uhhh," Ichigo groaned when Aizen pulled his fangs out of his neck. Ichigo could feel the life slipping out of him.
Aizen then used his fingernail to slit open his own jugular vein and then a vein in his wrist. He place the bleeding wrist to the two open wounds on his neck, to help transfuse Ichigo's body with Aizen's blood. This would be only necessary, but Aizen drank to much for only a transfusion. It wouldn't be fast enough to turn Ichigo before he died from blood loss. Ichigo had to drink directly from the source to quicken up the transformation.
'Is this it,' Ichigo asked himself. He felt his head being lifted up and on his lips was placed warm syrup. His throat was raw from screaming, so he drank greedily. It tasted like life itself. After a few minutes of the delicious nectar, Ichigo opened his eyes to see brunette locks and hear Aizen groaning over top of him. He realized that he was drinking Aizen's blood and tried again futilely to push him off, but the damage was done. He could feel the heat running through his veins and coursing through his body as well as more blood feeling up his mouth and pouring down his throat. It was exhilarating, disgusting yet surprisingly tiring.
Aizen slowly pushed himself off of the young berry, and looked into Ichigo's eyes.
"You are mine. My child, my protégée, and soon, my lover." When Aizen said the last words his eyes darkened completely to almost black even though he satisfied the hunger for one of the lusts. "But for right now, you must sleep, my beautiful soon to be newborn, and I promise you that I will be here when you awake."
Ichigo's eyes grew heavy and he shuddered when he heard the last words Aizen said. He feel asleep with Aizen's smile haunting his dreams.
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Well it's about time that I've finally written the next chapter. . I've also written the next chapter to Forced and Unattainable. Tell me what you think of the story.
And for everyone who might be confused about "what type" of vampire I'm using, just know, there will be no sparkles. :D. Lol. My vampire is a based off a mixture of the 'Thirst' series by Christopher Pike and 'The Sookie Stackhouse novels.
I hope you've had fun reading it. Review. Tell me what you think.