Lust for Blood

I could have SWORN I posted this chapter already, but I guess I didn't. Still trying to get used to AFF. :) Hope ya'll enjoy!

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De de de! Lookie! I made a 3rd chapter of my drabble! And
there is still more to come! I swear, all my one-shots just
seem to snowball. At least my muse has revived...for a
while there I was worried I killed the little thing off. All week
my brain was flatlined. No ideas, nothin.

Lemme know what ya'll think of this!


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Chapter 3

As they made their way down the long, twisting path that led to the training room, Kenpachi kept his eyes glued to Enyo’s swaying figure. More than once, he’d considered slamming her against the wall and assaulting her mouth with his own. Every time his hands began to twitch, ready to snatch her up, he forced himself to stop. Why rush and miss out on the opportunity to have some fun? This pretty little thing really seemed to think she’d actually stand a chance against him sparring.

Ahead of him, Enyo could feel his eyes boring into her, following her every move. It brought a satisfied smirk to her face to know that he was carefully observing the steady, swinging gait that emphasized her hips and legs to the fullest. ‘He must have better willpower than I expect. I very nearly thought he would have tried to kiss me in the elevator.’ His big hands had opened and closed all the way down two floors, as if fighting against him.

The walk was starting to annoy him. It was taking entirely too long to get to this ‘sparring room’ of hers. He didn’t need a designated room to fight, though if he had to pick, he’d chose her bedroom instead. A devious grin wreathed his face and a low, ominous chuckle tumbled out. Enyo never even paused in that seductively rhythmic strut of hers.

“Should I be worried, big boy? You’re laughing to yourself. Am I to assume you carry on conversations with yourself as well?”

Laughing, Kenpachi sneered at her. “Oh, you should be worried alright, but not about my ‘health.’ Just yours, since you want to fight me so bad.”

Smirking again, she pushed open two double doors that led into an expansive room, weapons of all sorts lining the walls. ‘Everything a girl could want’ she thought to herself as her eyes travelled across the weapons. Her guest barely glanced at them, already walking out to the center room impatiently.

“Hurry up and grab you a sword woman. I’ve been itching for a good fight. Just try not to go dying on me.”

Enyo let out a short bark of laughter as she selected a pair of sai. “I’m afraid you cannot kill me, but you’re more than welcome to try.”

He snorted in response. “That’s my line woman.”

“My name is Enyo, get it right you ass.”

The blades whirled as she spun them around, holding them with her knuckles outward. She stood light on the balls of her feet in anticipation. Kenpachi eyed the two weapons for a moment before filling the room with his booming laughter. Her pale brows knotting together in annoyance only encouraged him. If this tiny woman truly thought she could defeat him, and with those tiny weapons, she was mad.

“You can’t cut me woman, and certainly not with those puny things.”

Enyo’s reaction was a light hiss, hunching her body down and preparing to strike. He held his arms wide open for her, goading her into striking him. It did not take much provocation for her, she too had been longing for a battle. Humans die far too quickly, their lives end with the blink of an eye. Whatever this man was, it certainly wasn’t human. Perhaps she could be a little rough on him and still keep him alive for as long as she wished. Baring her teeth in a roguish grin, she charged forward.

Kenpachi blinked. One moment she was across the room, the next she was in the air above him, a wild look in her eyes. ‘Did she just use shunpo?’ He had little time to think it through, stepping to the side and narrowly escaping her attack. She wasn’t even using the sharp points of the dagger like weapon. Did she think she could beat him with fists alone?

A soft grunt came from the big man when her foot connected with the back of his knee moments after she hit the ground. It buckled for a moment, but he recovered quickly, swinging his sword at her in a lazy motion. The sai whirled around in her hands with a swift roll of her hands. Holding them above her head, they captured the blade, locking it in its extended hilt. Using strength he would have never expected from such a petite woman, she attempted to wrench the sword out of his hands, sending him flying overhead.

A quick twist of his wrist and the blade slide free as he landed nimbly on his feet. She was already rushing forward again, sai flashing. One thing he was able to see about the small weapons, is the great diversity it allowed her in using it. It was constantly rotating in her palm, grip shifting to attack or defend. The more persistent her attacks became, the giddier it made him feel until his mad laughter was again filling the room.

“This is great! I’ve been dying for a good fight!”

The snowy haired woman flashed him a mysterious smile, never pausing her steady stream of attacks.

“How ironic.”

“Why, you’ve been looking for a good fight woman?”

“Well, that too.”

Kenpachi blinked. ‘I must have missed something here…’ He let out a startled ‘oof’ as her heel landed just shy of his solar plexus with a sharp pang. ‘That’s what I get for thinking when I should be fighting’ he muttered to himself, grabbing her ankle and flinging her to the ground.

She might have landed skillfully, had he actually let go of her leg. Instead, the big oaf kept a vice-like grip on her until she connected with the floor. Her hands were on the wooden slats, prepared to pull her legs over in a flip. She’d not expected him to hang onto her that way. Growling, she swiftly took her weight off one hand and brought the sai down onto his foot. It sank in with a satisfying crunch.

Gritting his teeth, he let go of her, just as she wished. Bounding back, she took her stance, holding the remaining sai back against her forearm. Kenpachi bent down, jerking the blade free, ignoring the pain the action caused. ‘Shit, that really did hurt…heh…she actually hurt me. I might just have to keep her around!’ He held up the weapon, inspecting it with a bored look on his face. In mere moment, the bored expression vanished, replaced by a savage, animalistic visage. The sai was flying through the air, aiming for her shoulder.

Returning the blank look, Enyo shifted to her right ever so slightly, judging the weapons speed and location. In the short time it took to leave his hand and reach her, she knew precisely where it would strike. Her hand shot up as it neared, fingers parting to avoid the center prong. They wrapped around the hilt, pressing it back into her palm.

“Why thank you, I never expected you to be such a giving opponent.” She said, brandishing her returned sai.

When she held it out towards him, the blood dripping on it caught her eye. The smirk faded, lips parting and her tongue darted out to lick them. The smell of it intoxicated her, leaving her momentarily distracted. While puzzled with her sudden shift, Kenpachi Zaraki was not one to pass up such a fine opportunity to attack.

He had his sword halfway down when he froze, eyes widening. Enyo was holding the bloodied weapon close to her face, her expression suggested she was near to licking it clean. Flicking her eyes at him, she gestured with her head towards his sword.

“Change your mind about bringing it down on my head? I still would have blocked you know.”

“You…were paying attention?”

“Mhmm” she hummed, eyes once again locked on the bloody sai. “Was thinking about decorating my other sai…what do you think?”

Laughing again, he shifted position and twisted the arc his sword had previously been in, looking to strike her across the middle, from hip to shoulder. Growling, she swung her weapon up, narrowly catching his and diverting its path. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough.

The great length of his blade made avoiding the attack entirely feasible. It dug in viciously, jagged blade ripping through her body, entering just above her heart and dragging its way across her shoulder. Taking a quick jump backwards, Kenpachi studied his handiwork with a frown. He forgot that if he hurt her too badly, it’d put a damper on his ‘fun’. For her part, Enyo looked rather unfazed.

Glancing down at the bloody mess, she frowned, her brows furrowed from the pain. “Hmph…that was a little deeper than I expected.” She muttered.

Zaraki’s jaw nearly fell at her bland statement. It sounded almost like something he would have said. ‘What’s with this woman? Where did she come from and how is she able to calmly inspect a wound like that?’ Granted, it wouldn’t have bothered him much, had the tables been turned, but he had yet to meet someone with his ability to endure pain and near fatal wounds.

He was still gaping at her when she vanished again, just as before. Instinct kicked in and he held his sword ready, eyes peeled for her attack. Spinning, he swung his sword as though he expected an attack from behind. Nothing. In fact, she wasn’t anywhere he could see. ‘Where the hell did she go?’

“I never was one for playing hide and go seek…”

The remainder of his words fell off as her blades seemed to materialize out of thin air, burying themselves deep within the tendons on either side of his neck. The wielder of the weapons followed soon after, holding tight to each one, her feet placed firmly in his back. Roaring, he lashed out wildly, trying to remove the woman.

“You play dirty” he growled, shaking her off.

This time she’d managed to leave both weapons behind, deep within his body. Giving him a suggestive smile, she shrugged her shoulders.

“And here I thought you enjoyed playing dirty. My mistake.”

There was a brief pause before Zaraki began cackling madly. Reaching up, he jerked each sai out of his shoulder, hooking the bloody daggers into his obi.

“Now what? You’ve got nothing to block or attack with.”

It was Enyo’s turn to laugh. “I thought I told you, you can’t kill me.”

Her eyes flashed at him, and he finally noticed that change in them. Gone was the pale jade he’d admired only a short time before. The shimmered like burnished gold, stained with blood red flecks that lay scattered across the pupils. A similar shade of red lined the outside of it, almost making it seem as though they were bleeding. When she laughed, her mouth was held open wide, revealing two rather long canine teeth that held a deadly curve to them.

“What the fuck are you?” he demanded, striding towards her, battle forgotten.

Placing one hand on a cocked out hip, she stared him down, unflinching. “I could ask you the same thing.”

Sliding his sword back in the sheath, he reached down, grabbing her by that swan like throat of hers. He kept his grip light, but firm, using it to push her backwards until they hit the wall. He noticed that the deep gash across her upper torso was gone, leaving only the blood it spilled as proof of its existence.

“What in the hell…?”

“I told you, you thick skulled twit. You cannot kill me!”

Even with his giant paw wrapped around her throat, she easily managed a defiant glare. It was as though she was daring him to hurt her. Scowling, he snatched up one of her arms by the wrist, pulling it up above her head. Those eerily colored eyes watched with mild amusement. Releasing her neck, he reached down and pulled a sai free of his obi. Her expression never changed, at least, not until the sai was piercing through her palm, impaling her hand.

He couldn’t explain how much it satisfied him to see her jaw drop in surprise. The woman didn’t scream, didn’t cry, just stared at him in genuine shock. Not giving her time to recover from the first jolt, he repeated the process on her other hand, successfully pinning her to the wall. While her jaw was still working furiously, he seized the moment, crushing her mouth to his.

Enyo inhaled sharply as their lips met unexpectedly. Her eyes blinked rapidly, mind still trying to recover from the one-two punch he delivered. ‘First the man stabs me, then he kisses me?!’ A further shock to the system was that she was kissing him back, encouraging him. The big man grunted as she bit down on his lip, drawing blood, but did not back away. If anything, it made his kisses deeper, more insistent. His hands were now free to explore her body, and they did so with reckless abandon.

The taste of him nearly made her swoon on its own, and his skillful caresses were no help. The slight sheen of sweat on their bodies brought a salty taste mixed with his blood brought a bounty of delightful flavors to rest on her tongue. A moan arose from her as his hands began stroking her breasts through the thin cloth of her shirt. In her released state, every sense was heightened so that a subtle touch nearly drowned her with the pleasure of it. Of course, that also went for the two sai jutting out of her hands, but they were easily dealt with.

Kenpachi was too caught up in his groping assault of the fair haired woman to notice a dark mist forming at her hands. It wasn’t until she’d placed each hand on his cheek did he discover she was free. His head jerked as the reached his skin, eyes popping open in bewilderment. Stepping back, he snatched her wrists into on large hand, glancing up at the two sai that remained precisely where he’d left them in the wall. Looking down, he inspected her hands, noting immediately that they were whole once more.

Chuckling, she flashed those pointed teeth at him in a twisted smile. ‘And here is where he starts freaking out…’ she thought to herself. Most of the men she had toyed with grew afraid long before now, but he could not deny what she had done was impossible. For a human at least.

“Heh…neat trick you have there woman. Aught to teach me that sometime.” He said after a moment.

Her brow arched at his response. Certainly not what she had expected, but then, everything about this night had been more than she could have imagined or anticipated. At least it made for good entertainment.

“I’ll teach you now, if you want.” She replied, a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

Of course, that gleam is what made him want to accept her suggestion. It already sounded like fun to him. With a savage grin, he nodded, leering down at the petite woman.

The scent of blood was thick in the air, both her own and his. It made keeping control over herself trying, this man seemed to send her blood lust into overdrive. She needed to have him, to taste him. ‘And now to bring this giant down’ she thought to herself.

“Sit.” She commanded brusquely.

Because his curiosity was piqued, he obeyed, but not before dipping down to capture her mouth once again. The muffled whimper she let out brought a satisfied smirk to his face. When he pulled away and lowered himself to the floor, he saw her lick her lips and gaze down at him hungrily. On a whim, he pulled her down with him, enjoying the dull thud of her body crashing into his.

Releasing her wrists, he flashed her a wolfish grin, leaning back and resting his head on his hands. There was a brief flicker of annoyance that marred her beautiful face, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. Straightening, she pulled herself up, straddling his wide frame. This, of course, brought a rumble of laughter from the big man beneath her.

“I like it when you crawl on me.” He said, staring down the length of his body at her, admiring her shapely figure.

Enyo’s head cocked to the side, white hair spilling across one shoulder. “You’re going to love it when I sink my teeth into you.”

Kenpachi’s grin reached near impossible proportions. This woman was definitely proving to be worth the trip to the world of the living. “Go ahead then, tear into me woman, I’m waiting.”

Surprisingly, the slender woman threw her head back in raucous laughter. Once the sounds of her merriment died down, she began pulling herself up his body until she was sitting atop his stomach with his hands resting on her hips. Leaning down, she whispered into his ear.

“I have waited several thousand years to hear someone speak those words willingly.”

She gave him little time to analyze her words before sinking her teeth deeply into his neck. His grip at her hips grew painfully tight, and for a moment, she thought he just might try to pull her off him. Instead, his thumbs began to rotate, exploring the bare skin that lay between her low cut jeans and belly baring top.

Even as her feeding weakened him, he did not stop, hands steadily exploring her abdomen. Her senses ran amok, from the tongue tingling flavors that sizzled in her mouth, to the rapidly building heat growing between her thighs. ‘This man is enough to drive me insane!’ It was hard for her to concentrate on the images flying past as she drank, the memories of his life. The more she saw, the more she realized he had only been toying with her as they sparred. He’d barely put any effort into it at all. He truly had been serious when he declared she would be unable to kill him. The man was without fear, a powerhouse of savage violence and lust for blood to match her own. If she were the goddess of destruction, then it was he who would be her god.


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a/n: Rawr! I command thee to post a review for me! And go read WannaBeNinja's story called My Sanity! :D It's based off the wacky conversations we have together...verah amusing. -nod- Don't forget Angil's Bride of Alucard and ArjetLuna's Reborn! They are all very good reads -nodnod- I wouldn't lie to you!