Damned Fate and a Damned Love

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, it belongs to Tite Kubo

The game was over and of course the Karakura team had obviously won. Everyone swarmed the team to congratulate them, especially Ichigo who had been the star this night, blushing fangirls came to congratulate him.
But with all the people around him, he felt even more irritated and suffocated than before. And then, his sister didn't show up, the one he had wanted to see wasn't here. He wanted to hit someone, really. No. He felt like killing someone. Saying that he was in a bad mood was a severe understatement. There was just so much damn noise! Especially this ba bump that seemed to be coming from everywhere and it was driving him crazy, making his head spin.
He hardly heard what people were saying, he wanted to,no, needed to leave right now and get away or else he seriously was going to send someone to the hospital. But it seemed impossible as all his friends and teammates surrounded him.

"Kurosaki-kun, you were great!" said Orihime.

"Awesome game Ichigo." said Mizuiro. "You gotta show me how you did that." came from Keigo.

Chad gave him a silent thumbs up.

"I have to admit you really were good." Said Tatski.

"You were more than good." mentioned Momo.

"Ichigo, I really dont know how you did that." was from a Renji.

"You cheated, that's the only answer." a pouting Grimmjow said.

"Damn the other team stood no chance, nice Ichigo." commented Soifon.

"We gotta celebrate, I got sake!" Rangiku said happily, not that anyone cared to mention that they were underage to drink.

"People, after party at Ran's!"After that comment by Ikkaku, they were even more boisterous and loud.

Ichigo's head was spinning and he didn't respond to them but they didn't notice, too caught up in the frenzy mood. He finally found a chance to escape discreetly and leave the huge crowd inside the building to go outside. The burning in his throat hadn't stopped and now felt worse.
It was dark and deserted outside, with a full moon giving off its light, everyone still seemed to be inside. Still, he walked farther to find a more isolated place incase people did start appearing.
He tried to calm himself down. Now that he had gotten away from the crowds of people, he felt a bit better. The freshness of the cool night calmed him a bit.
These days he'd been feeling agitated, scowling more, quicker to temper. He just felt like lashing out at people. Also he never felt full after he ate. There was this hunger constantly gnawing at him. His thraot still felt parched.
And he couldn't sleep, mostly due to the nightmares. He dreamt of seeing all his friends and family dead, their bodies scattered around with their thraots ripped out. It was gruesome and thinking about it when he was awake made his stomach churn, yet in the nightmares, it was him that did it to them and he felt good, he felt an indescribable feeling.
 And then there was this one dream of him and Rukia, that seemed to be a memory and not a dream, with the surroundings being of ancient Japan or something from the edo period.
They were dressed in samurai and kimonos and there was a part in that dream where he and her were embracing but then he looked down and saw blood coating the front of her clothes, his aswell, and it dawned on him that they were dying. Her beautiful violet orbs dulling with the approach of death, he felt horrorized at that, she was dying and he couldn't save her.
He would wake up after that, still feeling as if the dream was real, and he half expected Rukia to be dead, marred in blood, but then he was reassured by seeing her next to him, sleeping peacefully.
But also burdened by the realization of them being blood relatives, whereas in the dream it felt that they were two different people who had the right to be together.
Ichigo sighed and tried to clear his head. Why did it have to be so complicated? Why did he love her the way he wasn't supposed to?

"If it isn't the star of the game." said a sneering voice. "Why aren't you inside surrounded by all those fans sucking up to you, don't you like all the attention."
Oh shit, thought Ichigo. This wasn't going to be pretty and he'd just finished calming down, but now he'd have an outlet for all his pent-up rage at least.
He turned to see about five guys from the other team he'd just beat. I guess they're sore losers he thought.
Ichigo just turned his head away from them and ignored them.

"Hey, don't you dare ignore us!" shouted one of them.

Ichigo still didn't give them attention.

"Damn punk! Who the hell do you think you are!" yelled the first one who seemed to be the leader. They approached closer to him and were surrounding him, obviously thinking of teaching him a lesson.

Ichigo carelessly glanced at all of them then said, "The one who's going to wipe the floor with all your asses."

"Oh, hear this one, not only does he think he's great at the game but also on taking us on in a fight. Arrogant prick." said one of the other guys with black hair.
A brown-haired guy spoke up and said, " Guess we gotta teach him a lesson in humility."
Ichigo merely cracked his knuckles and waited for them to come at him.

Rukia had decided not to go watch her brother, she felt guilty but she was feeling too sick to be with a crowd of people. And besides she was hungry so she decided to make herself something to eat.
She cooked herself something in the kitchen and when it was done she ate with gusto. She was devouring it as if she hadn't eaten for days, like a starving person. But then as she swallowed, she felt the food didn't taste good. It didn't taste like food, it felt all wrong in her mouth. As she forced herself to swallow, she stopped shoveling the food in her mouth as she felt the taste overwhelm her mouth. She felt like puking.
Her stomach churned and rejected what she was eating. She ran to the bathroom to throw up. All the food she'd eaten came back up as she heaved it out and threw it up. She felt worse after that, her face felt all clammy and cold. She washed her mouth to get rid of the taste of vomit, but she didn't feel any better and she wasn't in the mood to sleep again. Rukia decided to go see the game after all, even if it was just the last part of the game, at least she'd see Ichigo. With that in mind she headed out the door into the night.

Ichigo had just knocked 3 guys out unconscious. His knuckles were bloody but not with his own blood, it was the blood of the other guys. He was mercilessly punching another's face after he had kicked the other one in the gut so hard, knocking the breath out of him. He then brought a kick to the head of the one he was just punching. Sending him flying and also rendered unconscious.
He was felt bloodthirsty and continued with the feeling of elation at beating up these guys to a bloody pulp. He brought down his leg again onto the one that was still trying to catch his breath and again, this time a kick to the face, even though the guy was still immobile and on the ground.
He then lifted the guy up by his collar and was preparing another fist to his face when he was brought aware of that sound again, ba-bump, that steady thing. He noticed it was coming from the guy in front of him and then he noticed the blood all over the guy's face. His throat roared up in flames, feeling so dry and the hunger came back worse than ever.
And then he could see on the guy's throat, the vein pulsing. He could actually see the freaking blood flowing through the vein and see the rhythm of it's pulse, it was mesmerizing. His mouth was dry.
He saw the victim's face turn into one of fear and pure horror and Ichigo barely registered the guy saying,
"Wha-, what, the fuck are you?"
Ichigo felt that there was an answer here, under his nose, the answer to end the thirst, to sate the hunger. It had something to do with bloo-, he didn't get to finish that thought because then he heard a voice say,
"Ichigo." When he saw Rukia standing there the first thing he felt was relief.
That now that she was here, she could stop this madness and they'd get away guilt free. But then he saw her face and her eyes. Her eyes like his own were confused and he just knew that she was feeling the same thing as he.
He then thought, Shit, they were both screwed. No one could save them now.
She approached in a daze like state, mesmerized by the crimson around him. She seemed indecisive gnawing her lip, sure but unsure of what she wanted to do. This wasn't even human and they both knew it. But then of course there was the hunger pangs to think about and the thirst, the dryness of their thirst and the crimson blood alluring, whispering the secret to end the thirst.
He watched her watching him as she came over and lifted a finger to wipe off some blood that had splattered on his face, then she brought it to her own mouth and licked it. Her eyes widened exponentially and a flash of red ran through them.
They both should've been scared. This wasn't human, fuck, this was something evil. Yet there was only the burning in their throats that they seemed to care about. Even if they wanted to there was no turning back.
They were monsters, but so what? Their morals fell away and crumbled in the dust. He felt pity for their victim. Seriously, poor guy, was going to be subjected to some bloody pain. Ichigo, after seeing her reaction to the taste of blood, couldn't wait to taste it for himself. He indeed felt really bad about what was going to happen. Who knew what he ad Rukia were going to do to the poor guy.
Because really, now that they were monsters, it was an urge to rip, kill, freaking maul their victims and this one was going to be their first. That also made him angry, he knew that the thirst would never go away completely, like hunger, it would come back afterwards, only sated for a while.
Should they have fought it? Were they being cowards? If this wasnt right, then shouldn't they just commit suicide to avoid this.
Too late for regrets, the two shutoff their minds, their human consciences and let the beasts within take over, the animalistic instinct that reacted to the metallic smell of blood. They both became predators, ready to kill their prey.
It was bad enough to kill someone but even more so to tear your victim up into for fun like they would do.
She lunged at the poor victim who had remained rooted in place, immobile, and with newly acquired fangs bit onto his neck harshly and drank. Blood poured from the wound and the victim's scream was gurgled by the blood and no noise came out but the sound of thick liquid being eaten. She sadistically ripped out the chunk of skin in his neck when she was mildly satisfied by the blood.
Her brother had grabbed one of the victim's arms and brought up the wrist to his own set of fangs and bit in deeply drinking the blood pouring out and then in his own blood-induced haze, proceeded to break it and then rip the whole arm from the joint connecting it with the shoulder.
If the victim could've screamed, he would have, but he was in silent agony as white-hot pain blazed in him. The victim was starting to feel numb, he was already half dead and wishing with all his might for death to come soon. Meanwhile Rukia moved onto the other arm still intact and drank from the veins in the wrist.
Her brother went to drink from the neck connecting to the base of the shoulder on the other side that Rukia had mauled. Finally their thirst was sated and they let the empty, limp, dead body hit the cold ground. They felt a new kind of energy coursing in their bodies. Their blood singing in their veins with an electrical excitement.
It was like going from regular vision to one in HD, everything seemed much more vibrant and alive. All their senses seemed to be improved a hundred times, their ears sensitive to the beating of each other's hearts. They felt on top of the world, they felt invincible, they felt powerful. Rukia felt a bubble of laughter rise in her throat, she felt so giddy, just so alive, like a child with a new experience. They paid no thought to the dead body at their feet or at the other guys that had remained unconscious through out this.
Their attention was absorbed in taking in all the new smells and sounds that they'd been blind and deaf to as humans before.
Then they looked at each other, which was also like seeing for the fist time. She saw the planes on his handsome face, the even more shocking brighter color of his hair that was so unruly and his eyes which were now demonic yellow golden eyes instead of amber outlined in black scleras. And he still had his blood coated pointed fangs out. She wasn't shocked, it felt right and she knew that her own face had changed the way his had.
He studied her face and saw that her eyes were a brighter unnatural shade of violet, like they had a light behind them making them appear to shine like the stars, as cliché as that sounded, and they were inside black scleras too. Not that he minded. Or the white fangs smeared with blood protruding from her mouth. And both paid no mind to the blood staining their lips and chins or any other stray drop that landed on their clothes. With the high of the blood still in them, they paid no thought to the consequences of their actions or about the repercussions were of what they had just done. Not until later could they begin to regret what they'd done. Not until later could they feel the weight and dread of the monstrous crime they'd committed. For now they felt better than ever and were going to go and enjoy this new feeling.

AN: I'm proud of myself ,this chapter was longer. Thanks to Trubeque for the nice review.