Do yourself a favor and don't fucking read this yet.

This notice will be removed as soon as I'm done rewriting and reposting these god awful chapters. Seriously, it's shit. Pardon my French.

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A hard sandal ground itself into the small of Ichigo's back while a hand yanked roughly on his long, orange hair, pulling his head back. His bare chest scraped against the bark of the tree, and after a bit of struggling he soon realized his writhing only made the situation worse, as it caused him more harm than anyone else. A sigh escaped his throat, which soon built a hiss, growing louder and louder in pitch. His wrists were bound behind his back by silver cuffs, burning and chafing his skin, turning it a deep crimson color. A flare of hunger and madness glinted in his golden eyes, and it took all of his might not to turn around and attack the shinigami holding him in place.

Ichigo closed his eyes and suppressed a shudder when he heard the man's heartbeat steadily increase. The substance running through his veins, thick, nutritious, delectable, and sweet, lured out his insanity. A warm hand rested on his shoulder, and a gentle, soothing voice whispered in his ear. "Please, Ichigo. For me, be still. I know…" A sob, "I know what's happening… to you… so please… don't…"

"Rukia." A calm voice chimed in. Immediately her sobs were cut off, but after a few moments a wail even louder erupted from her, shaking her whole frame, and she threw herself into Byakuya's arms, wrapping her arms around his waist, desperately seeking comfort. Byakuya was reluctant to respond to this show of wild emotion and the only thing he could do at that moment was wrap his arms around her torso. Tears bled into his clothes, but he seemed not to notice. Instead, he stroked his younger sister's black hair with soothing hands. She relaxed a bit at his touch. "Renji."

The red headed man tugged even harder on Ichigo's hair, which was so long he had to coil it around his arm. "Yes sir?"

"When we get back, alert Captain Yamamoto of the situation. Tell him that Ichigo Kurosaki has been apprehended and to call off the search party."

Ichigo snarled at the thought of returning to that wretched place, surrounded by morons who were so blissfully unaware of the events unfolding right before their eyes. The clouds hovering over the moon were swept away by a gently breeze, allowing the full moon's bright light to shine down upon the small group. His fangs flashed wickedly, and he struggled once more. The bark dug into his flesh, opening his fresh wounds. The blood leaked onto the ground, awakening the thirst that was already dully roaring in his throat.

Blood. Blood. BLOOD. Good God, he wanted it so bad. There was so much of it. It didn't help that everyone around him at the current time was bleeding from their recent battle.

There was Rukia, Byakuya, Renji, Captain Hitsugaya, Matsumoto, and off to the side was Shuuhei, who was too busy nursing a deep wound on his arm to care about what was going on.

Ichigo snarled again, this time thicker and more animalistic, making half of the people there flinch. Rukia whimpered, and this weakness made him smile a bit. For a brief moment he pictured clamping his jaws around her throat, draining her of her essence until there was nothing left but a shriveled up husk. He shook his head sharply, frantically thinking of anything that would keep him sane for the time being. But his stomach growled, alerting him once more to his hunger. Black steadily began to creep into his sclera, and he began to pant with need.

A bright white light lit up the darkness of the night, and double doors slid open. Ichigo dug his heels into the ground when he felt himself being tugged nearer and neared to these doors. "Come on!" Renji growled. "Damned vampire! MOVE!"

"Renji, please!" Rukia wailed, clutching at Byakuya's clothing. Her violet eyes were red from crying, but everyone tried their best to ignore that helpless look that was so clearly on her face.

"Rukia," Ichigo pleaded deceitfully. "Help me."

Color drained from her face, and she detached herself from Byakuya. In one swift movement she'd shunpoed over to Ichigo. No one had noticed until her face was inches from hers. "Let him go, Renji! Let him go!" She latched onto Ichigo's arm and resumed sobbing.

Renji turned back around, one foot through the doorway with complete shock on his face. "Wha-"

Matsumoto yelped and attempted to shunpo forward with the incredible speed Rukia had displayed, but Ichigo was far faster.

With a maniacal smile and salivating mouth, his head shot forward and his lips pressed against the softness of her neck. She squeaked. His fangs grazed across her pale flesh, and had it not been for the sharp tug on his head, his fangs would have already been plunged into her delicate being. Matsumoto gave him a sharp slap across the face, and the two vice captain's managed to get Ichigo through the glowing doorway.

"Ichigo, Ichigo, Ichigo!" Rukia chanted, collapsing to the ground with her head in her hands. In a moment Byakuya had her scooped up into his thick arms, like a mother holding her child, and opened a doorway of his own. Everyone else trailed in behind him, heads hung low, blood matting their hair, and as seconds ticked steadily by, the door eventually closed, ridding the mortal world of its foreign presence.