Lust for Blood

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, or any of the characters/ideas created by the great Tite Kubo. I do own my OC's and my ideas, but I'm not makin jack shit off em, so don't sue me.


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Chapter 2

“Alright, now where to woman?”

Grinning, he ducked to avoid her playful slap.

“Its Enyo damnit, and we live on the top floor of that building. Well, the top 3 floors really.”

She’d barely finished her sentence before the big man was leaping into the air, shooting towards the roof of the high rise. Sucking in a deep breath, she unconsciously tightened her grip on him. ‘What the hell is this man?! He’s isn’t a nosferatu, but he cannot be human!’

Landing on the roof, he gave her a smug look. Enyo’s eyes were still wide with shock, her jaw slack. Up until this point, she hadn’t been able to tell any difference between him and a regular human. Except, perhaps, for his abnormal size. Now she had to know he wasn’t an ordinary mortal. When she peered up at him with that astonished look on her face, he’d half expected her to be afraid of him. Those big green eyes blinked at him finally, and wan smile formed on her face.

“I don’t know what you are, but this is going to be fun!”

‘She’s not afraid of me? Fuck yes this is going to be fun!’ Kenpachi roared with laughter. It was even better than the reaction he’d hoped for. He might just ditch Kuchiki for the remainder of the mission. Her company was a shitload more fun than his, and the idea of dragging her off to bed was far more appealing than tracking down Arrancar that may not even be here.

“You said it dollface.”

Her pale brows furrowed in annoyance at his refusal to call her by her name. No matter, she could fix that. It was only a matter of time.

“Put me down.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Aside from not being allowed entrance to the building? I suppose I could start breaking each of your fingers…but I imagine you’ll be needing those…”

The hefty pauses and the sultry look in her eyes blared out the hidden meaning behind her words. Zaraki may not have been the brightest man in the Seireitei, but he wasn’t an idiot. With another toothy grin, he placed feet back on the ground, sneaking a peek down the front of her shirt in the process.

Paying him no mind, she moved to the door that led to the elevator. Placing her hand on a sensitive touchpad, it scanned her palm, another camera scanning her eyes. “Voiceprint required” The computer requested after verifying the other information.

“Enyo Lamiai.”

“Access granted. Welcome home, Enyo Lamiai.” Kenpachi’s brow rose as he watched her go through all the steps before gaining access to her home. ‘Guess she is some kind of noble. Either that or she’s just rich.’

“Do you intend to stand outside gawking all night, or will you cross the threshold?”

He blinked and looked down the hallway past her. She was already several feet inside and had turned to face him, one hand placed on her hip. Ducking underneath the doorway, he stepped inside and heard the door close automatically behind him. The multiple locks made several clicking sounds as it sealed the door shut.

“This way big boy” she said, motioning for him to follow. “Right this way….”

A malevolent smile flickered across her face as she turned back, leading him deeper into their home. She could already feel her fangs extending as she grinned, eyes now shifting from jade green to burnished gold, rimmed and flecked with a deep red.

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A smoky cloud of mist bubbled in the dark bedroom, coalescing and growing in size. Stepping out of the cloud, Bastet shifted the man in her arms. Moving over to the large, four poster bed, she gently stretched his body across it. Her fingertips ran down his jaw line as she inspected her prey closely. ‘He certainly is a handsome man. Too handsome to waste for a meal. Perhaps…’

Stirring on the bed, his eyes squeezed together tightly, a small whimper sliding out of his mouth. Tracing those soft lips, she hummed absently to herself. It had been at least a thousand years since she’d last made another child of the night. It was not a decision she made lightly. This man’s memories were still floating in her memory, she’d read them like an open book while drinking him in. They told an interesting tale that spanned around two hundred years. For all his looks, he was not human. Neither did he appear to be a vampire. Whatever he was, it did not change her mind. He would be…perfect.

Hiking the length of her dress up, she clambered onto the bed with him, sitting beside his head. Pale fingers lovingly stroked his cheek. ‘Yes. Perfect.’ Sliding a small knife off her bedside table, she used it to slice through a small portion of her wrist, watching the blood well avidly. Even if it was her own blood, she still could not help but stare. Bringing it up to her mouth, she sucked it in quickly, as the wound was already beginning to heal. When she could no longer take anymore, she bent down to the slumbering male.

Gently, she opened his mouth, holding hers over it, pressing in closely. As the blood was been transferred into him, he began to stir. Confusion flickered in those groggy, ashen pools. ‘What is going on? A woman…kissing…me?’ He nearly choked on the dark liquid that was running down his throat. Struggling, he tried to push her away, but his arms fell weakly back to his sides. Panic rising, he snapped his mouth shut, shaking his head. That, at least, he could move, but just barely.

Her lips formed a smile at his feeble struggle. The man was still quite weak from her feasting on his delicious life’s blood. Even though he’d tightened his lips against her, it was too late. He’d already swallowed a great portion of her blood. The rest he was trying vainly to resist, but it did him no good.

“Drink it” she said softly, lips now hovering just above his.

Blinking, he did as he was told, bringing about another satisfied smirk on Bastet’s face. The worry shone through in his eyes, no matter how he tried to school his face to hide it. The changes were already starting. Grunting, he writhed on the bed as his body began to destroy him from within. Above she sat, calmly observing his body shift into that of an immortal. ‘He is quite composed, for one who is dying.’

“What have you done to me?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

A patronizing smile graced her features. “They say you cannot live until you’ve died.”

“That does not--!” he began, cutting short with a low moan.

Sweat was beaded on his face, trailing down to his heaving chest. Using the scarf she had retrieved earlier, she gently pressed it to his forehead.

The calm, collected expression she bore agitated him further. It felt like he was dying, and yet she was acting as though nothing were out of the ordinary. Eyes the color of blood watched him, devoid of emotion. Blinking, he looked at her eyes again. ‘I could have sworn they were golden. I know they were! They had a feline quality to them. How…why…?’ A sharp bolt of pain racked his body harshly, destroying all thought of anything other than the all-encompassing agony. Wave after wave of assiduous torment washed over him, sending him to the brink of insanity. Unable to maintain his hold, he fell into the black void that awaited him with a strained gasp.

Bastet watched his lids slowly close, felt his breathing stop. The worst of it was over. He would wake soon, and be stricken with the thirst no doubt. Stroking him lightly, she spoke to him as he slept. It would not be long now.

“I knew there was something special about you. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew.”

Even as the last words left her mouth, he began to stir again. His eyes snapped open, revealing a significant change. No longer were they gray, not for now at least. So long as he was making use of his vampiric side, they would always shift to match. Now they were a shimmering gold, much like Bastet’s normal shade. His lungs sucked in a deep breath, greedily refilling them with oxygen. He would have flung himself immediately into an upright position had her palm not been firmly pressed against his shoulder.

Byakuya stared up at the woman, a myriad of thoughts, questions and concerns running through his mind. Over them all, was an overwhelming hunger. It almost felt as though he would become ill if he did not eat something right then. Seeing the dried blood on her chin, he licked his lips. Wrapping one hand around her slim neck, he began to drag her closer, but hesitated halfway there. With a smile, she nodded encouragingly.

“Go ahead. You must be quite thirsty.”

Pushing her hair back, she pointed to her throat, her finger lightly tapping a small vein. To his amazement, he could see the blood coursing through, hear it pumping. More than anything, he wanted to taste it. Gods, he wanted to feel it pouring into his mouth, he could already smell it. His hands trembled as he began to understand. She did this to him. It wasn’t right, he wasn’t supposed to feel this way.

“Stop fighting it. You need to feed.”

She watched his eyes search her face, the pupils shaking slightly. The stubborn man was fighting against the call. It was a battle he would never win. In time, control is gained, but he will never outrun the need. Not now, not ever.

Heaving a sigh, she placed one leg over his body, straddling him. Lifting him to her, she wrapped both legs around his waist and draped her arms over his shoulders. Taking her right hand, she pushed his face towards her neck.

His hands tightened their hold on her, one at her neck and the other at her hip. She heard him let out a low hiss as his lips brushed her neck. The temptation would be too great, no fledging vampire could resist it for long.

Slowly, his mouth opened of its own accord, no longer obeying the wishes of its master. There was an uncomfortable jolt in his mouth as his canines began to extend and form sharp points. Instinct took over from that point, putting him immediately to action. The newly formed teeth sunk into her neck, biting into one of the smaller veins rather than the jugular. Something told him that victims die too quickly if he struck it.

Bastet and Byakuya both moaned with pleasure as the connection was made. Hundreds of delightful, indescribable sensations washed over him as her life’s blood entered him. The taste was beyond anything he could have imagined. Blood was supposed to taste like copper, but this, this was pure heaven. It also formed a strange connection between the two. Though his eyes were closed, they were able to see clearly. Time flew past in a breath, recording the hundreds upon thousands of years Bastet had lived. Within a few short minutes, he knew everything she knew.

The last vision that came to him was of her as a human. Her skin was a much darker hue than it is now, but her eyes remained that entrancing shade of gold. A sheer dress covered her skin, but just barely. Gold adorned her ornately wound hair, rich jewels hung from her ears. The very aura around her proclaimed her high stature as much as her garb.

It appeared as though she was standing in a temple of some sort, though it lay in ruins. Byakuya could feel the fury that leaked from her, that such a sacred place would be defiled. The object of her animosity was a group of soldiers that stood before her, spears pointed towards her menacingly.

“Do you have any idea who I am?!” she hissed, clenching her fists tightly.

One soldier, a commander by appearances, stepped forward to speak.

“Your temple, your people, your land belongs to the Roman Empire now. If you continue to resist, we will end your life, just as we dispatched your furry little guardian.” He said, casting one hand towards the bulky form of a male lion, riddled with spears.

Tears of outrage sprung up in her eyes. ‘How dare they? How dare they?!’

“You fools! I am the embodiment of the goddess Bastet! Do you really believe you can destroy my temple and not pay the price for your actions?!”

A few in the crowd looked uncertain, casting their eyes downward. Foreign goddess or not, it was bad luck to anger the gods. Their commander took another step towards her, reaching for her arm. He laughed when she jerked away. With a swift movement, he swung the blunt edge of his spear, striking her in the back of the head. Crumpling to the ground, she heard him speak one last time before she fell into the waiting abyss.

“You know, I think I’ll keep you alive…until I get bored with you, at least.”

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Several hours later, she awoke to find herself stripped bare. Every last gem, cloth and scrap of gold had been removed, leaving her naked and tied to a post in the center of a tent. The sun had set while she had slept it seemed, as the only light came from a nearby campfire. Wasting no time, she began to struggle at the ropes that held her, slicing at them with sharp nails.

The grunt of a soldier at the entrance of the tent made her pause, body tensed. There was silence for a moment. Then the flaps of the tent were pushed back, and a woman entered. Her green eyes shone in the darkness, casting an eerie gleam on the canvas walls. Even her pale hair seemed to glow, despite the lack of light.

“Who are you?” There was no trace of fear in her. Instinctively she knew this woman would be her salvation.

The snow haired woman tilted her head to the side as though the question took considerable thought.

“I am the one who will deliver vengeance to you. Accept my help, my gift, and you will know power beyond compare.”

The captive woman smiled at her new friend, unconcerned with what the consequences of this ‘gift’ may be.

“I thank you, and I accept.”

The green eyed beauty stepped forward, and kneeled beside her. “You have made the right decision my child.”

“May I ask your name?”

There was a long pause as though, this too, took some thought. Finally, she responded.

“I do not remember the name I was born with, but the Vrykolakas who made me, Lamiai, gave me the name Enyo. What is your name, child?”

Holding her chin up, golden eyes met jade with confidence.

“I am the embodiment of the goddess Bastet, but my true name is Sekhmet.”

Enyo flashed her a toothy grin.

“Tonight, a new goddess is born my child. Netjeret Sekhmet, the goddess of war and destruction.”

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It felt as though hours had passed as he drank her in, reliving every last moment of her life. In reality, less than 3 minutes had ticked by.

Carefully, Bastet gave him a light push on his shoulder. “That is enough my pet.”

With regret, but unwavering obedience, he released his hold. Blood stained her throat around the gruesome wound he had created. Running his tongue across her skin, he proceeded to lick clean every last drop that had escaped him. Even then, he still wanted more. He gave a start when he realized that with the blood gone, there wasn’t a mark left on her. The punctures were gone, as though they had never existed.

“What are you…what am I?” he whispered, the gravity of his actions hitting him full force.

Bastet smiled as she watched his eyes return to their previous ashen shade of gray. He knows now, what she is, what they are. Perhaps now, he suddenly is wishing he did not. Though her own ‘creation’ was several thousand years prior, a hymn she once created in the years that followed it came to mind immediately.

“Mine is a heart of carnelian, crimson as murder on a holy day.
Mine is a heart of corneal, the gnarled roots of a dogwood and the bursting of flowers.
I am the broken wax seal on my lover's letters.
I am the phoenix, the fiery sun, consuming and resuming myself.
I will what I will.
Mine is a heart of carnelian, blood red as the crest of a phoenix.”

As she spoke, Byakuya felt the words spring up in his mind, as though from memory. Her memory.

“The Hymn of Sekhmet.” He stated when she finished speaking.

Giving him a ghost of a smile, she nodded.

“If your name is Netjeret Sekhmet, then why do you go by Bastet?”

Idly, she shrugged. A name was a name, though that particular name always held special significance to her. It always will.

“I have taken many names over the millennia. I typically change it once every forty to fifty years, to avoid suspicion. When you’ve lived as long as I do, remaining in the same place with the same name is not considered wise for long.”

She’d leaned forward as she spoke the last words, whispering them softly into his ear. He felt a shiver move across his skin in response. It was then he was reminded of just how the two of them were sitting. Tensing, he attempted to disentangle himself from her grasp.

“Oh no lover, you’re not going anywhere...yet” she said in a husky voice, using the brief pause while speaking to run her tongue along the edge of his ear.

His mind screamed in protest, cries that were quickly growing faint, even as they formed. His heart knew things were not as they should be, but even it could not resist the pull to this mysterious woman. It was as though she created a thick haze that surrounded him, engulfing his entire being into it. Becoming what she wanted him to be, not what he did. His own wants and desires now became hers. As the last of his inner conflict began to fade, he realized that right now, more than anything he wanted to please her. His goddess.


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a/n: If this chapter is any indication...this is going to be a much longer story than I intended. I actually spent a good deal of time reading up on Egyptian gods as well as Greek. Weee!

I should probably go to bed...its 9am now. I dunno though...I'm not as tired as I thought I'd be. WannaBe posted a new chapter of My Sanity and I've been hyper ever since. HAHAHAHA Review plz k thx!! -gives you cute puppy dog eyes-


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