Theme #4: Transformation
for mama-Ichigo
"I will never hurt you."
A lie.
Ulquiorra screwed his eyes shut as the creature pushed him down on the bed, its hands on his shoulders holding him down. Its grip was strong. No matter how much Ulquiorra struggled, he could not break free. And when he felt its hot breath against his cheek, Ulquiorra turned his face away, repulsed. This only caused it to chuckle in amusement, though. It flicked out its tongue, running it along his jaw line.
"Ulquiorra..."
The raven haired teen shivered against the feel of its tongue running across his skin, his fingers digging into its neck and shoulders. Its voice was rough, and distorted. It was not a voice that sounded like it belonged to a human being, yet it did. In a twisted sort of way, the creature was human. Ulquiorra would be lying if he said that he was not scared, because he was. But he tried not to show his fear by putting up a front. He dared not look at its face. At its cruel, contorted face. Its face was merely a poor imitation of its true owner.
"Ulquiorra," Grimmjow said, his hands on the sides of Ulquiorra's arms. "I..." He bit his bottom lip. He looked hesitant. Like he was troubled over something and was debating with himself whether he should tell Ulquiorra or not.
"What's wrong, Grimmjow?" Ulquiorra heard himself asking.
"I... I have a disease."
A disease? Looking at his situation right now, Ulquiorra wanted to laugh. This was not a disease. It was something else. Something evil. When Grimmjow had told him that he had a disease, Ulquiorra thought that Grimmjow was going to die. However, Grimmjow said that it was not that kind of disease. Ulquiorra did not understand it at first, but when the "disease" started to take over, Ulquiorra was forced to open his eyes. The truth shocked him to the core. And the worst part was? It was irreversible.
Even though it had only happened a few weeks ago, that memory seemed so far away now.
"You're beautiful." It brushed a strand of raven hair that was sticking to Ulquiorra's sweaty brow away and tucked it behind the pale teen's ear.
More lies.
"..."
"Don't worry. This won't hurt. I'll take good care of you."
Lies. Everything that came out of this creature's mouth was nothing, but lies. This thing was nothing, but a disgusting copy, portrayal of the original owner. It may have the same features, the same blue hair and eyes, but it was not the same. This thing was disgusting, and its mere presence repulsed him.
Ulquiorra fisted his hands in the bed sheet when he felt it draw near, its hot breath tickling his pale neck. The weight of the powerful body on top of him made it hard for Ulquiorra to breathe. His mind was spinning, but Ulquiorra managed to keep a clear enough mind to know what was going on.
The time that it took for it to close its lips over a spot on pale neck and pierce the flesh with fanged teeth seemed to happen painfully slow for Ulquiorra. Blood trickled out of the wound, some dripping down onto the bed, staining it crimson. The raven haired teen clenched his teeth, not wanting a single sound of pain to escape. He could practically feel it feeding from him, his blood transferring into its mouth and sliding down its throat.
"If anything happens, when the time comes, I want you to kill me. Promise me that."
While it was busy feeding, Ulquiorra reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. He had been carrying it around since he had been given the request to kill. This creature was disgusting. It was a killer, and would endanger the lives of everyone around it. Ulquiorra lifted his arm and aimed the knife at its back, his intention clear. It was a miracle that he was able to even hold the knife what with his mind being blinded with pain. He hated the disease for taking over. The creature was just a poor imitation of the original. He tightened his grip on the handle of the knife, inching it closer to its destination. The creature did not even realise what he was doing. When the disease took over, the owner was no longer in control of his own mind. He was just gone. Forever. But... Ulquiorra stopped.
It sank its teeth into his pale neck once more. By now, the stench of blood was heavy in the air, pressing down on him, suffocating him. This time, Ulquiorra did not manage to hold back a gasp of pain from escaping his lips as it tore at his neck.
But even if the "disease" had taken over, that thing, this creature... it was still Grimmjow. And deep down, Ulquiorra was hoping for Grimmjow to return, to resurface. He slackened his grip on the knife. Ulquiorra stared up at the ceiling unseeingly, his mind in conflict. It was now unbuttoning his shirt, intent on doing more damage, on consuming more Ulquiorra. Ulquiorra tightened his grip once more on the knife. It was still Grimmjow, but he had made a promise with Grimmjow.
"Forgive me, Grimmjow," he whispered into the creature's ear.
And so with tears running down his face, Ulquiorra drove the knife home.
A/N: My own weird version of vampires. I didn't take the traditional vampire route. This is a scene from one of my deleted fic ideas, so here you go. Of course, I editted and changed some parts so that it won't be confusing. I'll be writing a second version of this theme, maybe. It'll be crack, of course.
FIC REQUESTS: Wow, 7 fic requests? You all must really like GrimmUlqui :P Anyways, I'll be closing requests for now till all 7 are done. I'll reopen for requests again... One day x)
