Warning: this chapter is a bit gory in parts…just a heads up

Chapter 6

Two gold glowing eyes shined out in the darkness of the night. A cold wind whisked through white locks and chilled pale skin. However, these things did not affect their owner. No, he was too focused on following the small creature that had entered his immediate hunting grounds. A blue tongue flicked out and over sharp teeth. Perched on the roof, the creature down below had no idea it was being watched; just the way the predator liked it. He enjoyed the sounds that came from the sudden kill of a scared victim. It made the hunt that much more enjoyable.

Taking position, he pounced and landed, pinning the small creature down. Not even taking time to identify his kill, he bit down and tore flesh from the creature's neck killing it instantly. He lapped up the blood and ripped into the carcass as if he hadn't eaten in weeks. In a way he hadn't and knew this would not be enough to satisfy his hunger, but still made sure to leave nothing but gnawed bones behind.

Once done, the predator moved and continued on its hunt.

"You need bigger prey…more blood and flesh. Something a bit more, well…hehehehehe"

He sniffed the air and smelt fresh meat nearby. Following the scent, sent him down an alleyway. His mouth watered as he approached the unsuspecting man that lay sleeping among the boxes left out with the rest of the trash. "No…I…I can't he is…" he fought back before instinct and insanity took over. The predator pounced. A scream was cut off by the sound of ripping flesh and crushing bones.

"You truly are a nothing more than trash. A beast of no thought. Why Dr. Aizen wishes for your capture I do not understand." The monotone voice caused the predator to turn and growl at the newcomer. Ulquiorra just sighed at the act and pulled from his jacket a taser. "Do not make this hard 87. I do not wish to fight with trash that is not worth my time."

"Hehehe this should be fun. Take him down. I bet his blood is sweet and will give much more power than the other."

Shiro's eyes glowed even brighter and the gold lay on an almost completely black background. He could feel the power growing inside him taking over but was to gone to try and stop it. His nails grew into claws and his teeth grew to fangs. He snarled at Ulquiorra; his mouth dripping blood. He stalked closer on all fours staring into the lifeless green eyes, never breaking his gaze.

With a screech, Shiro pounced with teeth bared and aimed for the other's throat. Instead he was met with an arm but that did not stop him from biting down. Ulquiorra shoved the taser to Shiro's chest. The electricity ran through Shiro and allowed Ulquiorra to throw him off; Shiro taking some of the other's meat with him.

Shakily, Shiro stood and licked the fresh blood from his lips. A smiled cracked his face and a cackle left his him. He cracked his neck and went in again aiming for Ulquiorra's shoulders. Ulquiorra turned and slammed the taser into Shiro's back. He convulsed violently and fell flat onto the ground.

"Such a bother you are. You are not even strong. You are no use to Dr. Aizen and I see no logical reason why he is so obsessed with you," Ulquiorra droned as he walked up to the unmoving form. He exchanged the taser with a syringe. "You were a simple one to track down. However that was expected. Simple creatures never take much thought to trap." Ulquiorra lifted a part of the now tattered t-shirt Shiro was wearing, but before he could push the needle into Shiro's skin, his wrist was between Shiro's teeth. The syringe dropped with a small clatter, as the holder's wrist shattered and the hand went limp. "It seems I may have underestimated you some, but that is no matter."

Electricity ran through Shiro again, and again he tore through Ulquiorra's flesh as he released him. His eyes began to dim slightly and his breathing started to get heavy. Shiro's muscles began to feel weak and tired. What was once sweet started to taste of nothing but sour copper. "Not yet," a voice rang out inside of Shiro's head.

Ulquiorra picked up the syringe and tried again to stab it into the target. Shiro's body acted on its own and his claws slashed into Ulquiorra's pale chest dying both his shirt and skin crimson. Blood dripped from Shiro's fingers and he licked the semi-sweet coppery liquid from them. He clawed again and again at the pale skin until his attacker fell back. By this time, Shiro stood on unstable legs and was breathing heavily. The syringe lay crushed by his foot.

Ulquiorra looked at the dulling golden eyes. The black of the sclera was slowly receding back to a natural white, but still some stayed behind. Shiro fell to his knees desperately sucking in air. "It seems I did underestimate you. No matter. You are still nothing but simple trash, and my capture will be completed. I will be back once you have finished licking your wounds," With that Ulquiorra turned and disappeared into the shadows.

The smell of blood in the air made Shiro's stomach turn. Seeing the mangled body of the man he had been feeding on made him vomit until there was nothing left but bile. He looked at his bloody hands in horror. This wasn't like the other times. He had turned and fed on a human. Slowly he backed away from the corpse, saying a small prayer of forgiveness and wishing the man a good afterlife as he left.

He wanted to run all the way home, but his body wouldn't let him. The memories of the entire night wouldn't stop replaying and a voice in the back of his head would not stop laughing. His already vacant stomach kept trying to empty itself more. "Please…," he begged to himself, "No more…no more." Silent tears began to run down Shiro's cheeks. He had never been afraid of anything before, even with the life he lived in the hospital. But now, he was scared.

The next morning, Shiro was once again scrubbing himself raw. Flashes of the night before sent shivers down his spine. He had killed a human. An innocent man had become his meal just because he had no place but outside to sleep for the night. He had turned into a monster, a demon. Green eyes were burned into his mind. He knew those eyes, but the owners name would not come to him.

Once his skin was red, he got out and looked at his face in the mirror. The black in his eyes had spread out more. His eyes began to glow and he quickly turned away covering his face in his hands. "What have I become?" he whispered through silent tears.

Downstairs, Orihime sat at the small reception desk in the clinic. She hummed as she absent mindedly typed away on the computer in front of her, filling in paperwork and sending out orders for supplies. The muffled yelling from one of the empty patient's rooms didn't seem to faze her as she continued on with her work.

"Mornin' Orihime, seen Ichi?"

"Oh! Hi Mr. Kurosaki," Orihime answered in her overly cheery voice,"Him and Grimmjow seem to be going at it again." She giggled and smiled, "They sure fight like an old married couple sometimes. I've heard they make up well though." She winked.

Shiro's eyes widened a bit at the subtle bluntness in the girl's statement. It never ceased to amaze him how she could look and act so innocent, but be just as crude as anyone, even if it wasn't explicitly said out loud. "Where are they fighting this time?" Shiro asked once the small shock wore off.

"Room 3. They have been in there quite a while too. I hope nothing breaks this time," Orihime sighed.

"Thanks Orihime, and stop calling me Mr. Kurosaki. It's just Shiro remember?" Shiro chuckled out as he walked off.

As Shiro approached the room ready to break the quarrelling lovers apart, he could hear bits of their argument.

"I know what I dam well saw Ichigo!"

"Grimm, it was 3'oclock in the morning and you had been working on that paper all night!"

"That doesn' matter! Your brother kinda stands out and there was no fucking way it wasn' him!"

Shiro slowed his steps. His blood started to run cold.

"You really expect me to believe that my sick and frail brother jumped off from the fucking roof? And not only that Grimm, but that he slaughtered and ate a squirrel. Do you hear yourself right now?"

"The bones were there in the mornin'! I'm tellin' ya. Somethin's fucking wrong with that brother of yours. He was fucking smilin' as he did it. And his eyes were glowing, Ichi! Fucking glowing!"

"Uh huh…and then, he jumped out of the yard, over the fence. Grimmjow, you know when you are tired and working all night you see weird things. Need I remind you of the time you thought Zangetsu had sunglasses, or that Pantera has a hole in his stomach and armor?"

Shiro heard Grimmjow growl. His stomach retched and threatened to expel the small breakfast he had eaten. Memories came back more clearly. The blood smeared across his body. The man lying torn and how he protected the kill from the intruder. The cold insane voice that pushed him to the point of no return. He began to heave.

"They know… they need to go."

"No," Shiro fought back with the voice, "No…never again." He struggled to keep in control. His body started to convulse.

"I'm tellin' ya. I know what I saw Ichigo. Shiro was fucking huntin' or somthing. He wasn' human no more. Something is wrong with him, and if you don' stop it, that boy…" Grimmjow was cut off by what sounded like someone choking. Ichigo pushed passed him and opened the door. Shiro sat on the other side heaving. A pool of blood was at his feet. Drops plopped into the pool from his chin. His eyes were blank but the irises glowed. The sclera was slowly turning black.

/Author's note\

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