AN: So chapter four. Yay! *ahem* Thank you so much reviewing. Sorry for not replying back to most of them. So thank you to Persistance, Bonne Nuit, Alex San 12012, Raicheru, Shiraihime Fuyuki, Arietan, RogueBleach09 and koitoy. Also thank you to those who have favourite-d the story as well etc. Reviews really are appreciated and the more I get the more I update faster.

This chapter will mostly be in Grimmjow's Point of View but it will switch halfway through so you can get Ichigo's Point of view as well.

Grimmichi goodness with other pairings as possibilities. Set in AU/AR.

Warning: Contains Yaoi, Male x Male, Slash, slight OOC-ness, Lemon. Gore, violence, swearing/cussing (a lot). Blood drinking as well. Rated M for a reason. Don't like then please don't flame me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach and this is purely a work for enjoyment.

Chapter four

Grimmjow's Point of View

We ate in a little cafe about a mile away from Urahara's place. It wasn't five star but what did you expect for somewhere that was still open at nearly one in the morning. Kurosaki had been quiet for most of the time, not really eating and just picking at his food. Nnoitra had taken care of his food though.

I had tried to start talking to him so many times but he just gave me one word answers to my questions or just shrugged his shoulders.

I got that he didn't want to talk.

"So where are we going then? We need to go somewhere where Aizen would never go." Yylfordt said after he had finished his meal.

"I'm not bothered as long as it has a crypt for me to sleep in and some people for me to sleep with." Nnoitra remarked with a grin on his face.

Ichigo looked up and seemed puzzled though he was frowning. "Crypts?"

"We don't need to sleep in crypts. Just need a room with no light in case we get burned." I explained, frowning at Nnoitra who was just ignoring me.

"Anyway, I think I know of the place." Yylfordt rolled his eyes. I guess it might have been because we were acting like a bunch of idiots.

"Where?" I asked. I needed to get Kurosaki safe. For reasons that I didn't have a fucking clue about. I mean, I had never cared this much about someone before. Not even in my life before I was changed into a vampire. Wait, I don't mean care in that way. Yeah I think that Kurosaki is as hot as hell but I don't know.

Arggghhh! So confusing. I couldn't care for him. Why didn't I kill him? Why did I save him? Why?! WHY?!

My afterlife would be a lot easier if I hadn't. I'm really not supposed to have done that. Yet I had. There was a connection between him and I that made me save him. Made me want to protect him.

I won't question it anymore. I have to carry on. I have to protect him.

"The Soul society." Yylfordt replied.

"What?! Those guys will skin us alive. They follow the rules just as muc as Aizen does, probably more. Stuck up their own asses."

"Yes but Aizen will never go there again. The Soul Society are too powerful for him to try it after losing us three. If he tries it then it takes care of him at least. Also I think they will be intrigued by Kurosaki-kun."

"Couldn't harm us if we tried." Nnoitra put his two cents in.

"Yes they could! They'll kill Kurosaki as soon as they see him. But you have a point. I just hope they see him as something to help them against Aizen."

"Let's go then."

We left the small cafe after paying for our bill. Everything screamed that this was a bad idea. My common sense and sense of survival. Yet, the connection didn't. The whatever it was, feeling or power was telling me that this was our best option. Just like the feeling I had got when I had left Aizen's. This was the right thing to do.

We ran fast. Faster than most other living creatures on the earth. Even Kurosaki could keep up. Soon he would be faster than me and the others. Faster, stronger and more powerful.

He was very...what's the word? Graceful. He was very graceful and I had never described someone like that in my whole entire life and afterlife. Usually it was they fit into two categories; assholes and hot pieces of ass. I had a feeling that Ichigo was definitely hot piece of ass. You can guess what that feeling was.

"One mile, north east. Through the trees." Yylfordt called out, pulling me out of my thoughts about how hot Kurosaki was, as we neared our destination. The trees around us were thick, like a forest. The night was silent so all we could hear was the trees rustling and animals and the distant sounds of the city.

We wouldn't be able to hear them if they were coming.

We were there. In front of us was an old fashioned, japanese style house. Well house is an understatement. This place was fucking huge. Around the same size as Aizen's though his had been western style.

Waiting for us like they had known we would be there was two males. One with hair that blended into the darkness around him, long black hair that swirled around his shoulders and was pinned back with some sort of silver thing. I have no idea what it was and I would never wear it so i don't need to know. I didn't know he was.

The other was a red head and had tattoos all over his face. The markings disappeared under his collar. Didn't know who he was either.

I must have fought one of them before. Nope, still couldn't remember them. So they weren't important.

"Hey. Welcome to soul society but you guys are going to have to leave before we have to kill you. You're Aizen's lackeys so you aren't allowed anywhere near here. If you stay then you will die." The red headed pinapple said. He had a slight grin on his face and I had no idea why he had decided to extend his eyebrows like that.

I moved forward as I emitted a growl that had come from the bottom of my stomach. They had threatened my life and Kurosaki's. I wanted to tear them apart so bad, just like had done dozens of times before. The thrill of an imminent fight was already creeping through my veins.

"Grimmjow. Calm down, brother." Yylfordt commented as I felt his hand smack against my chest pushing me back a few steps. Nnoitra had moved forward with me. He liked the fight just as much as I did.

He carried on, explaining to the dickheads why we were there. "I think it would be a good idea if you let us come in. We are no longer with Aizen as we have disobeyed his orders. You should show us to the leaders of your faction and then we will show you why we went against his orders." Che, he talked to much. I think 'we're coming in fuckers and there is nothing you can do about it' would have been better.

They looked at each other. Looked some more. Some more. Were they psychic or some shit?

Nope just morons.

The dark haired vampire nodded and led us through the gates while the red head followed behind us. Anyway did they think we would start something? There must have been at least a hundred vamps around us. I didn't fancy my chances. Though it would be a lot of fun, I had someone else to think of.

...

Shit. No no no no. Maybe.....It's too hard to think about. Kurosaki was just a potential shag that I wanted to own. Right? He was going to become one incredible vampire and I wanted to rule. With him behind me then I would be able to destroy Aizen. Right?!

Then why was I thinking about how his eyes had become black in the darkness and how his limbs had moved as he ran? Because I wanted to fuck him? Seems appropriate.

That didn't matter half as much as the pressing problem of our entrance to the soul society's headquarters. It was a problem because I was damned sure that we would be running out of there.

We entered the main building after walking along a path with sakura trees either side and I could even see one of those Japanese garden things. It was nice if you like that type of thing. The floors were wooden and the walls were wooden mostly as well. It was done in a Japanese style.

The black haired guy slid open a door and the 6 of us entered a room that was filled with people. There was at least 30 people sitting around on chairs or the floor or just standing up. There eyes were all staring at us all.

An old guy, really old which was strange seeing as vampires didn't age very quickly like humans did, was sitting directly opposite the door and had a wooden staff in his hand. "Welcome. I have heard that you have something you want to show us."

"Yeah. Him." I said as I pulled Kurosaki forward to stand next to me. I didn't take my hand away from his arm as I liked the feeling of warmth that was coming from his arm. I wanted to see the skin under his shirt. the same shirt he had been wearing since his death.

Several things happened at once when I had pulled Kurosaki forward.

The orange haired idiot tried to pull out my grip, unsuccessfully but he was stronger and I nearly went flying. Shit he had gotten strong.

Also about eight people spoke at once and everyone else started whispering. I guess they had heard about him. It was very difficult to not know everything in a small town like Karakura.

"Silence." The old man barely raised his voice but the din immediately shut up and stopped talking. "As most have you have guessed this young man is the victim of the beast. His death-" The old guy pointed at the blood across Kurosaki's shirt. Shit, we should have got some new clothes, even I was covered in it. "-coincides with the beast's awakening and also Aizen wishes him dead."

I looked at Kurosaki seeing the emotions passing across his beautiful face. First there was anger, the confusion and then sadness, back to anger and the scowl was back once again.

"It is the highest law that we do not awaken the humans killed by the beast in case they become the beastling." He carried on.

"Yeah. You should really read that whole paragraph about it all again. It says the one created by the beast. Kurosaki here wasn't created by the beast but by me."

Ichigo's Point of view

Grimmjow created me. He brought back. I knew this already but it just hit home. I can remember the taste of his rich blood in my throat which was really dry right now. If I was a vampire then he was my creator. Didn't this mean I owed him something?

I owed him a kick in the face alright.

His grip on my arm was tight and I couldn't pull out of it. "So he isn't your fucking creature. He is just Kurosaki. He could be the beast but he hasn't killed anyone yet. So put your fucking fangs away." He carried on cockily. If I got killed because of this it was his fault. I was haunting him even if he became a ghost.

The old man just carried on looking at us, not saying anything. Did all vampires do that? The two guys who had shown us in had done that. I was startled out of my thoughts as the man spoke up. "You have our invitation to stay in this house. We would also like your allegiance against Aizen as it is in both of our interests. Also Mayuri will have to conduct a few tests on Kurosaki Ichigo as well." After seeing the gleam in a man's golden eyes I got really scared. He was looking at me like I was an experiment. Grimmjow must have seen the look as well because he pulled me closer to him.

My heart would have beat faster in my chest if it could. I was very close to him, closer than I would have liked really. Though it wasn't at all bad. In fact I liked the smell of him and the feeling of his muscles against my body and...all of him.

His body anyway. At the moment he was being a right jerk. Did I like jerks?

"Standard test like reaction times and blood tests. Nothing that will cause harm." The old man continued after he watched Grimmjow react protectively. Did all creators act like that? Was it like mother and child? Or was it like husband and wife? I really needed to learn a lot. I had resigned myself to the fact that I was a vampire and that I was probably the beast thing that everyone was talking about or the other version of me that I had seen earlier on was. So I needed all the information I could get.

Was there a vampire 101 class I could take? Or some book, Your new vampire life and you?

"Now I think maybe we should retire for today. There are some of us who still need to feed. You are welcome to join, a breaking of the bread. You will be showed to your rooms." He stood up and two vampires walked up to us before walking off again.

Grimmjow pulled me after them, I was getting really tired of being pulled and pushed around by him. I wanted to show him that I was not some dog on a leash. I wanted to-

'Make him suffer. Make him beg. King, you want him to know who is boss and I can help.'

What the fuck?! No I didn't want that. I wanted him to see me as at least an equal. But I didn't want him to suffer. The voice had gone as quickly as it had came.

"We will leave you to get sorted out." One of the vampires said as they closed the door after I had stepped inside. Before the door swung back upon.

"Where Kurosaki stays I stay." The blue haired idiot said as he walked right into the middle of room and plonked himself down on the bed.

"Do I get a choice in this?!" I asked. He was taking the piss.

"Nope. Deal with Kurosaki. You've got me for the rest of your afterlife." He lounged back against the pillows before grimacing. Then without any warning he ripped off his shirt that was crusted from blood and had been sticking to his skin. It was thrown at me and I only just managed to jump out of the way. When I looked back at him, he was lying back down across the only bed in the room.

I could every inch of the skin on his chest. He was an adonis. A work of art and my mouth went dry. Dryer than it already was. I could see his stomach and the hairs that circled his belly button before slinking down under his waistband. My eyes travelled up over his abs, over his chest, his arms and upto his neck where I could see the vein pulsing slightly. My throat got dryer.

"Like what you see?" He asked me with a smirk on his face.

I want to punch him and wipe that smirk of his face but his hand grabbed my arm pulling me against him. My body was pressing against him. I was on top of him with my legs either side of his and face in his neck, smelling his scent and it filled my nose.

Something pierced my lip. My teeth! My incisors had grown and were biting down on the inside of my lips. I pushed myself up but he held onto me so I was looking right into his eyes, half on him, half off him. I opened my mouth to speak and his eyes widened. He was looking at my mouth, at my teeth and probably at my bleeding lip as well.

"It's okay. You can drink." Was all he said before I dropped down and pushed my teeth right into his neck. He tensed under me, his whole body was ridged but mine was alive.

His blood tasted amazing, better than anything I had tasted before. So rich as it filled my mouth, staisfying the need inside me. I didn't want anything else except for him and his blood. His muscles were shifting underneath me, pulsing as I drunk from smell was driving me crazy and it was his smell. I felt like I was on cloud nine. I pressed my body to his, feeling his ridgedness. He was hard!

With that I tore myself away from him and flew off the bed. I stood in the middle of the room. His blood flowing down my throat as it trickled sluggishly from his throat.

"Ichigo?" He asked concerned as he moved towards me but I was out of that door before I pounced on him.

I wanted to have sex with him. I just didn't know why? Was it because he had created me? Because I had drunk from him?

Because I was falling for him?

AN: I had to stop here. Just couldn't help myself. Hope you liked it! Rate and review! Please.