So here is Chapter 9 of Left of The Murder!

So I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. I forced myself to get it out before leaving for my vacay lol.

Also I wanted to get to the part that you all have been patiently waiting for.

Enjoy and R&R please!

Ichigo finally returned home. Somehow, after his chance encounter with that beautiful red head he felt the ache in his chest dissipate. Nothing and no one could ever make him forget about his family and how much it hurt when he lost them, but this girl did something to quell the pain. Ichigo wondered if it was her easy smile or stormy gray eyes, he was not sure but there definitely was something about her that put a smile on his face. Ichigo entered the mansion that he shared with the soul reapers and his two friends, Uryuu and Chad.

Everyone was in the meeting room discussing some tactical maneuver. Ichigo silently took a seat at the table and grab a note pad and a pen. Everyone noticed his presence but they did not say a word.

They were all use to his mood swings and attitude, but he was indispensible. His immense power made him one of the more useful members of the task force.

Ichigo began to jot down what was up on the projector when he felt a pair of cold eyes on him. Ichigo looked up and saw Byakuya staring at him, with him usual bland, colorless expression. Ichigo rolled his eyes and looked away. No matter how much time passed, something about Kuchiki still unnerved him. The two would never be friends and sometimes Ichigo was not even sure why they fought on the same side. Ichigo wanted revenge and Byakuya just wanted to alleviate the guilt that he felt.

Ichigo sat still for about two more minutes before nodding politely at everyone at the table then taking his leave. He stripped off his shirt and headed to the weight room.

Byakuya frowned as Ichigo left the room. Every time Ichigo left, he was gone for longer amount of time. Before it would just be a few hours, now full days were passing before he would come back. It was irritating to the raven-haired shinigami. He was getting tired of Ichigo and his attitude. It was not because of his power that he kept him around. Kenpachi was a powerful soul reaper as was Renji, but Byakuya felt that he owed the orange haired man. Byakuya believed that Ichigo deserved the chance to avenge the family that he lost. Nothing could ever bring them back but that was hardly the issue at this point. Byakuya shook his head and turned his attention to Soi Fong.

The girl fought more than Ulquiorra had anticipated. He had planned to leave her dead in the park with her throat torn open. Everyone would believe that it was an animal attack and he could just move on with his plan, but as Ulquiorra dragged Hisagi and Apacci's bodies across the dusty wooden floor, he realized exactly what he had gotten himself into.

Hisagi's eyes opened slowly. His entire body hurt and even his eyelids were sore. He groaned and looked around. He was not back home, in his small one bedroom apartment. Instead, he was lying on the floor of a dark, dusty room. Hisagi rubbed his hand across his forehead and tried to sit up. He had a skull-crushing headache and his mouth was dry. He had no idea how he wound up here, but he suddenly wondered if Apacci was okay.

"So you finally woke up?" a calm voice said. Hisagi scrambled to his feet and turned around.

Standing in a dark corner was a small lithe man with jet-black hair and startling green eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" Hisagi croaked. "And what is this place?"

"My name is Ulquiorra and currently you are in my home." Ulquiorra swept one hand around the dank dusty room. Hisagi sat up slowly.

"Please do not move about too much, your body is still healing, but you are stronger than your friend. Her recuperation is taking more time than I would have liked."

Hisagi looked to his left and felt his eyes widen. Lying on the floor covered in blood was his friend Appaci. Bite marks covered her arms and legs and a chunk of flesh was missing from her throat. Somehow, she was still breathing lightly, but her eyes were closed and a pained look contorted her pretty face.

"What have you done?" Hisagi said from between clenched teeth. He swayed on his feet but still walked slowly towards Ulquiorra.

"Calm down. I have made both of you stronger. She will recover in time then both of you will fight for me."

"Like hell we will. I don't know who you are or what you want from us, but we are getting out of here right after I kick your ass." Hisagi stood just inches away from Ulqiorra now. He swayed from left to right, feeling wobbly on his feet. His vision was blurred and his head was pounding but he felt a strange new energy coursing throughout his entire body. It was painful, but it felt good. Hisagi smiled and balled his fist. He drew his arm back ready to throw the first punch but before his fist could connect with Ulquiorra's face, a sickening pulse of energy rippled through his body, sending him reeling backwards to the floor. He landed hard on his back, hitting his head in the process. Hisagi squeezed his eyes shut and spat up a mouthful of blood.

"I do not want to have to explain myself more than once, so I will wait for your friend to recover before I tell you my purpose." Ulquiorra said in his low voice as he approached Hisagi. "You are now under my control, every nerve, every cell, even your blood now belongs to me. In exchange, I have given you the power to own the night and do whatever it is that you choose. You will live forever as long as you are useful to me. Do you understand?"

"Screw you," Hisagi spat.

"As expected, you are not happy with the change yet because you do not understand what is happening inside your body." Ulquiorra crouched down to the floor, placing his lips next to Hisagi's ear.

"Call your power to you. Say the word that will make you stronger. Say it."

Hisagi looked up at him, his eyes filled with hate and rage, but before he could stop himself, he felt his lips moving.

"Reap."

A burst of electricity seemed to engulf him. Hisagi screamed as the transformation was completed.

"Be careful," Nel whispered against Grimmjow's lips as his hand flitted over the freshly inked tattoo on her back.

"My bad," Grimmjow murmured between kisses as he moved his hand down to grip her waist. They were outside the door to her apartment and Grimmjow could no longer hold himself back. He had been watching her dig around in her bag for her keys when the desire he felt mounting in his chest took over. Maybe it was the way her long thick hair cascaded over her shoulders, or perhaps it was the way she chewed her lower lip as she searched, he was not entirely sure, but he just knew that he had to have her.

Grimmjow grabbed Nel by the back of her neck and deepened this kiss. He shivered when their tongues touched then smiled against her lips when he heard her purse fall to the floor.

"I want you so fucking bad," He growled.

"Let's get inside first," Nel whispered back. Grimmjow nodded in agreement, but began to lay rough kisses on her neck as she attempted to open the apartment door. After a few tries nel finally managed to unlock the door. They stumbled in, Grimmjow with his arms around her. He managed to kick her purse into the apartment before slamming the front door and pressing her against it. He fumbled with her belt for a moment before feeling something big, heavy and slobbery knock him to the floor.

"Dondochakka! I thought my little monster was sleeping! Mommy didn't wake you did she?" Nel cooed.

Grimmjow looked over at the big slobbery dog licking Nel's face.

"What the hell is that thing?" he asked.

"My puppy, Dondochakka," Nel replied as she began to walk towards the kitchen of her spacious apartment.

"That thing is huge." Grimmjow muttered as he eyed the English Mastiff suspiciously.

"I love my babies."

"Babies?"

"Yeah." Nel pointed at a cage that held a tarantula. "That's Pesche and over there is Bawabawa." The second cage held a large snake that appeared to be sleeping, or dead.

"So are those like your familiars or some shit?" Grimmjow asked.

"Exactly. These guys are just as immortal as I am and are like my children." Nel replied in an offhand manner as she grabbed a food bowl and ripped open a fresh bag of dog food. Dondochakka growled at Grimmjow as he crossed the room and put his arms around Nel's waist.

"That can wait. We still have some unfinished business."

"Give me a minute. I have to feed him."

Grimmjow growled back at the dog and let Nel go. He picked her purse up off the floor and took out the pack of cigarettes and bottle of tequila. He took a swig from the bottle, lit the cigarette, took a drag and waited.

Nel was done before he had a chance to finish his smoke. She walked up to him, took the cigarette out of his hand and smiled.

"Sorry about that," she murmured, her voice low and seductive.

"I don't like waiting," Grimmjow muttered. He smiled when she kissed the corner of his mouth, then let her lips slide over his.

Nel still had the cigarette perched between her forefinger and middle finger when Grimmjow pulled off her pants then lifted her onto the small, circular kitchen table. She sat with her legs spread, feeling mildly intimidated by the wild, hungry look in his eyes. He stood between her legs, his fingers caressing her most intimate spot through her sheer silken panties. She shivered as a tiny nearly inaudible moan escaped her lips. Grimmjow glanced up at her with one eyebrow raised and a smile.

"How much do you want this?" he asked suddenly. Nel forced herself to look into his eyes. She had wanted him from the first time she approached him at the strip club, but she could find no way to put her desire into words.

"I…I," She struggled to find her voice as he began to slide her panties off.

"Tell me," His voice was low and deceptively gentle as he took her panties all the way off and slid them into his back pocket. He paused for a moment, staring at her glistening sex. His eyes were electric blue, his gaze animalistic. He shook his head and chuckled before reaching out to touch her again, this time his cold, strong fingers making contact with her moist delicate skin. "Tell me."

Grimmjow sank to the floor as he ran his hands up the inside of her thighs. As he leaned in closer, Nel felt his warm breath fan across her skin. The sensation was maddening.

"This is gonna go nowhere unless I hear you say it."

Nel bit down on her lower lip in a feeble attempt at suppressing the breathy moan that lingered on her lips as she felt two of his fingers slide inside of her. He moved slowly, prolonging every delicious sensation. Her cheeks flushed as a stuttered pant escaped her.

"You are so damn wet," Grimmjow murmured. His tongue flickered out as his head dipped between her legs. The tip of his tongue circled her clit slowly and at once, her legs began to tremble.

This took every bit of willpower Grimmjow had. He was not known for restraint, but she had made him wait all night. He would have never forgiven himself if he just gave her exactly what she wanted immediately. Grimmjow licked his lips. He had to admit that Nel felt and tasted amazing. As his fingers moved slowly, decorously inside of her he stood and kissed her lips.

"Take that shit off," he said pointing at her shirt. Nel yanked her shirt off and Grimmjow felt his breath catch in his throat. Her breasts were contained by a small lacy black bra. He was not sure he could keep this game up for much longer. His fingers moved a bit faster now.

"Grimmjow, I… Don't make me wait any longer," Nel said at last.

Grimmjow exhaled sharply and grabbed a fistful of her hair. He crushed his lips against hers, kissing her so hard that he tasted blood. He pressed her back against the table and slid between her legs, his rough hands cupping her large breasts. In an instant, he tore her bra in half then yanked his shirt over his head. Grimmjow threw his shirt to the floor and took a moment to look at her face. Her expression was a combination of fear and desire. Nothing turned him on more.

He tore his eyes away from hers and lowered his head, taking one of her nipples in his mouth. He roughly groped and kneaded her other breast with one hand while his free hand slid between her legs, his fingers lost in her wetness. He pumped his fingers in and out of her furiously, only becoming more aroused as her pants and moans became cries of pain and pleasure.

He tasted blood once more as his fangs descended. He stopped to lick the blood of her breast before digging his fangs into her throat.

The warmth of her blood set his entire body ablaze. He drank from her until he felt as if the taste of her blood would drive him over the edge. His head snapped back and he looked at her one more time, before sliding out of his jeans.

Grimmjow slid his arms underneath Nel and gripped her shoulders tight as he buried his manhood deep into her. Nel cried out and dug her nails deep into his back as he pounded into her. She had never felt pain like this before. Everything that he did was so primal, but she felt pleasure past the pain. Pleasure that she did not even know existed. His muscular body moved on top of hers and she trembled every time his coarse, ragged breathing sounded in her ears.

Grimmjow stopped for a moment and wrapped an arm around Nel's waist. He could not really speak but she understood that he wanted her to wrap her legs around his waist. She sat up slowly and did what he wanted. Grimmjow picked her up off the table and carried her over to the couch. Before she had time to protest, she was on all fours and he was behind her, thrusting into her harder and deeper than he had been before. He gripped her hips tight and pounded into her, even as her orgasm came. She felt the sting of his hand smack her bottom, his nails raking across her smooth flesh and his fingers entwined in her hair.
He yanked her back by her hair and buried his fangs deep into her shoulder as he came. Nel fell into his arms once he finally relented. Her body glistened with sweat and she could not catch her breath. She was sure that she was going to be in pain in the morning.

"Don't ever make me wait again," Grimmjow growled as he flipped her onto her back and slid between her legs.

The afternoon sun scorched Orihime's eyelids. She was impervious to the harsh rays of sunlight, but her eyes were sore from crying all night. She still regretted how things ended with Grimmjow and she had no idea how she was supposed to fix it.

Orihime got up and opened her door. Waiting for her was a list of errands from Mistress Rangiku. Orihime felt a smile creep across her lips. She had been waiting for another opportunity to see that mysterious dark haired man again. Orihime quickly got dressed and left the nightclub.

The list of errands that the Mistress had given her was longer and more exhaustive than Orihime had realized. The Mistress had left her poor directions that caused her to run around the city in a big circle. It seemed as if she meant to intentionally waste Orihime's time. Orihime dismissed that idea as soon as it popped into her head.

She was a favorite of Mistress Rangiku everyone knew that. Orihime sighed as she took a seat on a park bench. She was mostly done with her errands; she just needed to pick up Rangiku's dress for the fire and blood festival being held the following night. She hoped that she would see him again, but decided that, that was not going to happen no matter how much she wanted it to.

Byakuya entered the park and took a deep breath. He had been visiting this park every day since the first time he had laid eyes on the auburn haired beauty standing amidst the sakura blooms. He had wanted to see her again even though he only intended to watch her from afar. This was not a time for love. He had to remind himself of that every time she crossed his mind.

Byakuya strode into the park and took a seat on the nearest bench. He rubbed his fingers across his tired eyes and paused. He felt a strange, sudden surge of energy pass through him. He shivered as heat rushed through his body then looked to his left. Seated just a few feet away from him was the petite auburn haired girl. She was holding a sheet of paper in one hand ticking items off a list. She chewed her lower lip contemplatively for a moment then tucked the sheet of paper into her purse. A long sigh escaped her lips as she glanced up at the water, oblivious to his presence. Or so it seemed at first. Upon closer inspection, Byakuya noticed that her eyes kept flickering in his direction and her small body trembled. She knew that he was there and she was trying desperately not to look in his direction, while he openly stared at her. Byakuya could not help but smile. He had grown rather accustomed to the brazen women of the Soul Society, so seeing a shy coquettish woman was a nice change of pace. But still, he could not speak to her. Byakuya looked away and stood. He had a few errands to run still. Byakuya walked out of the park and down the block.

Orihime exhaled as the man walked away. She felt as if she would be crushed by the weight if his presence, but still she wanted to know more about him, perhaps talk to him one day. Orihime smiled and left the park. She still had to go to the dry cleaners.

Byakuya was busy digging through his pockets when the door to the dry cleaners opened behind him. He had been strolling around aimlessly in the city, feeling as if he were walking on a cloud. He was happy for the first time in a long while; something about that girl had altered his mood, making him smile again. Byakuya moved forward to take his clothing from the attendant behind the counter when that same feeling came over him once more. He whirled around and saw her standing in the doorway with a look of shock on her face.

"It's you," He said in a low voice. Byakuya took two involuntary steps towards her. She responded by taking a step back and placing her hand on the door.

"I'm sorry to disturb you… I … I should probably be going," The girl stammered.

"That is not necessary. It's just that I recognize you, from earlier today."

"You were in the park," She replied, her shoulders relaxing slightly.

"Yes, I was looking for you," Byakuya said, surprising himself. He was not usually so forward, but he could not risk letting her get away. She blushed slightly and looked away.

"I don't know why."

"I just want to know your name, that is all."

"Orihime Inoue."

Byakuya found himself smiling again. The sound of her light musical voice brightened his mood. He liked her name and the way it sounded in her lips. He had not felt like this in quite some time. He took another few steps forward, closing the gap between them.

"My name is Byakuya Kuchiki. It truly is a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise." She extended her hand to shake his. Her skin felt soft and warm against his cool skin. She smiled up at him, and for the first time in ten years, Byakuya fully let his guard down.

Oh before I forget. somewhere in the first two chapters Hisagi was mentioned as a vampire in the club left of the murder. That was a mistake on my part. I had always intended for him to enter the story at this point but I totally forgot when I started this fic. So if you came across that little hiccup please disregard it. Thanks guys!