Bleach fanfic

Chapter 1

Summary: In search of their safe house, slayers capture Shiro, a vampire of the Royal family. But when Shiro refuses to speak they send in Ichigo, the best of their slayers. But what transpires from this was what no one expected.

The stake dripped with blood, held loosely in a large hand as a large grin split pale lips.

"Come out come out."

Yellow eyes narrowed, black lips slightly parted as soft pants escaped.

Nostrils flared from the scent of blood, lips pulling back into a snarl when the insufferable gin drew closer.

"Found you!"

Shiro jumped from his hiding place, the slayer unexpecting when he came from the opposite of where he looked, Shiro kicking him in the back and down the hill he stood by, the slayer yelping as he tumbled down, his screams loud, guaranteed to catch the attention of his partners.

Shiro took his chance and ran.

The forestry around him tore at his clothes, his steps heavy as his body burned from the wound the slayer had inflicted.

Shiro ducked, hitting the ground heavily as he landed in a crouched position, barely missing the sword that swung over his head, Shiro's pupils thinning before he growled and got back up, grabbing the wrist that held the sword when it was swung again, the scream that resounded in the forest when he broke the slayers arm to loud for his taste, Shiro grabbing his sword as it dropped from his hand, his hand sizzling as he slashed the slayers throat, dropping the sword before beginning to run again, his hand held to his chest.

The handle was formed from a cross.

Shiro jumped over a log and landed heavily in a crouched position, panting as he listened, his blood from his wounded side dripping onto a flower, its beauty dying away as it shriveled and died.

It was too quiet.

Shiro lunged forward and rolled as fire burst forth from behind him, his skin tingling from the heat as he jumped into a tree to escape the burning ground, growling when fire erupted on the tree, threatening to burn him alive.

He jumped to another tree, using them now as his safe place as one by one they erupted in flames. He stopped a mighty oak, hissing when fire crawled up its ancient bark, Shiro glaring through the flames at the one who caused him.

Disgusted grey eyes met his, a finger pressing against the trigger.

Fire roared and hissed as it enveloped the tree dangerously, Shiro jumping from it to another, his claws digging into the bark as he propelled himself down to the ground, fire erupting where he had once been.

He landed heavily with a grunt, getting to his feet quickly as he began to run again.

He leaped into the air, his body rippling as his skin was shedded, fur replacing it as his body structure changed, his bones cracking and some breaking, four paws replacing feet and hands and snout replacing nose.

He landed with a growl, his body now that of a wolf.

He began to run again, his pace faster as the ground became his ally.

"Shit," he heard someone yell, not caring to look over as his white furred coat was slowly stained red by his blood, his yellow eyes narrowing as he a slayer's heavy steps were loud behind him.

"Catch him," someone yelled, the voice different, upholding a deep bass.

Two more left.

Shiro pushed himself faster, snarling when an arrow landed next to him, his endurance slowing as he turned to avoid it, another hitting his shoulder, his blood splattering onto the ground.

His ears fell back as he pushed his body, his paws being cut on the harsh rocks as they drew near to the cliff.

It was a straight drop to the ocean from there.

His mouth hanged open as he panted, his muscles aching as he leaped, the salty scent of the ocean burned his nostrils as his two feet came in contact with the ground, his pupils widening as he began to run again, his body too badly injured to maintain his other form for long.

He needed blood.

The trees gave way to dirt and rocks, the sound of the ocean far down below pushing against the cliffs base loud, Shiro gasping when an arrow flew past him, it's triangle head gliding across his neck.

He stopped at the edge and turned, panting as his eyes narrowed angrily, the two slayers stopping once they cleared the forest.

"Well well," one of them said with a grin, his red hair shining in the moonlight as he lifted his goggles, his black eyes blood thirsty.

"It seems we have you trapped."

Shiro growled, backing up a step, the fragile dirt crumbling beneath his bare foot, falling down the side of the cliff. The scent of blood filled his nostrils, his body pulsing at the barely there taste on his tongue.

"You are mistaken," Shiro chuckled, his menacing grin exposing his pure white fangs.

"You are the ones who are trapped."

Shiro charged forward, the red head swinging his axe, Shiro leaping into the air, his foot connecting with the slayers face as his hand grabbed the other slayers hair, using his momentum to throw him behind him and of the cliff as the red head fell to the ground, blood gushing from his broken nose.

Shiro rose up from his crouched position with a growl, the scent of blood now overpowering.

The red head reached for his axe but Shiro kicked it away, falling to one knee as he raised the last slayer by his hair.

He grabbed his fist when he tried to punch him, not letting him get any farther as he leaned down, the red head gasping when his fangs sank into his skin.

Shiro closed his eyes in pleasure when warm blood poured down his throat, his hand tightening in the slayers hair.

The slayer grimaced as he struggled weakly, his body heating up even though he shivered, his eyes battling to stay open.

Shiro could feel his wounds healing at a quick pace as the blood nourished him, tightening his jaw around the slayers neck as he drank more deeply.

His eyes snapped open when he felt the cold barrel of a gun against the back of his head, his victim limp as he released him, letting him fall to the ground, his eyes were barely open.

Shiro stood slowly, the clicking of the safety being turned off making his spine tingle.

More slayers began to appear, Shiro counting ten, growling lowly.

He was surrounded.

A slayer dragged away his brethren as Shiro's arms were grabbed, the gun lowered as cuffs were put around his wrists.

Shiro knew better than to fight while surrounded by so many slayers, panting as the holy cuffs were fastened tightly around his wrists.

"Not so tough now huh?" a slayer husked into his ear, Shiro's eyes widening as a cloth was put to his blood stained face.

The scent of chloroform was heavy as he struggled weakly, falling back against the man behind him as he tried to keep his eyes open.

His vision blurred as his body started to feel heavy, his body trying its best to wear off the effects of the chemical as he fell to his knees, the cloth removed from his face as he fell to the ground, light pants escaping his lips as the slayers slowly began to surround him.

"He's a strong one," he heard someone say, grunting as he was kicked onto his back, his eyes barely managing to stay open.

Blurred silhouettes hovered over him, Shiro blinking up at them, his cuffed wrists digging into his back.

"His blood would be divine. Wouldn't it?"

Shiro's eyes slipped closed.

"This is a noble?" a little slayer girl in training asked as she jumped off her mentor's shoulder, reaching a finger and touching it to the captured vampires cheek.

"He's cold," she said with a shiver, looking up when her orange haired companion neared.

"Don't touch them," he told her as her mentor picked her back up and put her on his shoulder.

Ichigo narrowed his eyes as he stared down at the Royal.

His hair was long, a pale shade of silver that nearly seemed white, his skin sharing the same complexion.

He unsheathed his sword.

"Ichigo."

Ichigo turned around, seeing his partner and friend Rukia walk up, her grey eyes cold.

"Our orders were to keep him alive," she told him as she stopped beside him, disgust flashing inside them but it left as quickly as it came.

"He nearly killed Renji," Ichigo seethed, glancing to his close friend who was unconscious, his face pale.

"This is not the first time he was our decoy Ichigo," Rukia replied as Chad arrived, his face emotionless as he picked up the Royal and threw him over his shoulder.

"He knew the dangers of his mission," Rukia said stoically before looking up to Ichigo.

"Many other's have suffered worse fates," she whispered in her own way of showing sympathy, Ichigo growling as he turned, his eyes locking on the Royal who was being loaded onto a chopper along with Renji, scowling in displeasure as the Royal was laid in a coffin to be protected from the rising sun.

They should have let him burn.

"Ichigo," Rukia called as she walked to the car that waited for them, Ichigo turning away from the chopper as its engines started, the propellers spinning loudly, the trees swaying from their force.

The sun rose past the ocean and lighted up the forest, the once seemingly almost dead trees bursting with life as Ichigo walked to the car.

He got in after Rukia, sighing as he fell heavily into his seat, Byakuya, their finder sitting in the passenger's seat.

He nodded to him through the mirror, Ichigo nodding back before looking to Rukia who sat silently.

"Let me be the one to gather the information," he asked her, Rukia glancing to him, her eyes reading him like an open book.

He did not try to hide his anger so for once her searching stare didn't bother him, his eyes narrowing when she shook her head.

"Out of consideration for our cargo, I can not allow that," she told him, Ichigo withholding a growl of irritation, gritting his teeth when Byakuya glanced to him through the mirror.

"Our main goal is to get whereabouts of their main safehouse, Ichigo. If I sent you in to gather such information from our Royal your anger would get the best of you," she told him, Ichigo seething already.

He was about to open his mouth and protest but Byakuya was quick to silence him.

"Ichigo, do not second think her word," he ordered, Ichigo's eyes snapping to him, his breaths escaping through his nose like that of an angry bull.

He sat back, crossing his arms over his chest as he remained silent.

If he was to go over Byakuya's word he would have to be put back in place.

His wounds from last time had yet to fully heal.

"When we return, you will go to Kenpachi. He wants a word with you," Rukia ordered, Ichigo nodding before looking out the window, exhaling deeply.

He could faintly see the chopper through the tree's they passed under, his eyes narrowing as he fingered his sword.

Shiro grunted when cold water was poured onto him, his eyes snapping open as he instinctually tugged, growling when his hands were tied behind him with rope soaked in the pool of holy water, his movement causing it to singe his skin, his eyes closing as he grit his teeth to hold back his scream.

"He's a cutie isn't he," he heard someone purr, looking up, his bangs falling over his eyes.

A woman with long orange hair and a plentiful bosom stood not to far from him, a short boy with spiky hair standing next to her.

"Beings like him can never be considered something as low as cute," he heard another voice that was neither of theirs say, looking around and spotting a woman with dark skin and purple hair by the door, her yellow eyes emotionless yet she seemed rather at home, her posture more relaxed than the two in front of him.

"The legends always rumored Royal's were the most beautiful," the orange haired lady murmured as she grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her, Shiro growling up at her.

Her smile fell.

"But such nasty manners," she said sadly as she released his chin, Shiro grunting when she slapped him, his neck aching in pain when it felt his head was almost removed from his shoulders.

"It's too bad I'm going to ruin that pretty face," she sighed as she withdrew a brass knuckle bracelet, Shiro spitting blood onto the floor before sitting back, his eyes narrowed.

"Unless you want to cooperate?" she asked sweetly, Shiro keeping his lips sealed.

"I know we got off to a bad start," she apologized sweetly, Shiro narrowing his eyes when she ran a finger up his bruising cheek.

"But just tell us where the safehouse is and we won't have to play so roughly," she told him softly, Shiro pulling away from her, narrowing his eyes and hissing at her.

"Nie," he growled in german, the woman's smile of false sweetness falling before she sighed.

"Then you leave me no choice," she told him

Shiro grunted when she punched him, the brass cutting into his skin, his blood splattering onto the floor.

"Rangiku," the white haired boy whispered, the orange haired girl stopping just as she drew back her hand for another punch.

"Yes?" she asked as her hand fell limply to her side.

"Ruining his face will only ensure his ability of speech will be lowered. I suggest aiming for the midsection," he advised, Shiro glaring sharply at him, Rangiku smiling.

"Yes Senpai," she replied with a nod, looking down to her bloody knuckles.

"I believe our time with such a toy is over. Shall we try something else?"