He kept coming for her; his dark form hovering above her own as she continued to run on the mud-caked road. Her long dress was tearing at it's seams, the swipes from the creature severing pieces of her clothing as she dodged and sprinted quickly in the night. She was panting, her breath coming in short bursts as she refused her body's pleas for rest. If she even paused for a moment, she knew he would sweep her off her feet.

Her foot steps on the pavement was the only indication of her own existence, the only thing keeping her aware of the danger that lurked just a few feet away. His wings flapped, and that was a form of comfort for her exhausted form. As long as she heard him she'd know where he would be. It was the only thing she had to defend herself; she was defenseless, save for her own clothing.

Her eyes were narrowed on the city just beyond her, forcing her lethargic limbs forward and listening for the creature that was flying above her form.

How did she get herself into this predicament? The thought surfacing once more; forcing her to push faster on the concrete. She knew she would tire eventually, and he would surely wait for her to collapse.

Almost, as if her own mind had guessed her own fate; she slipped on the dirty ground below her. Her arms jutting outwards in order to catch herself, and recover just as quickly. She heard her dress tear, and stifled her yell as she landed on her hands and knees. Her palms stung, having taken much of the force of the fall itself.

She knew she was wasting time; any moment he would come and take her back. She pushed up, wincing at the pain in her knees. She breathed in deeply, and forced her limbs into a quick sprint once more.

I can make it…she thought, as the city grew closer and the sounds of cars and laughter escalated. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Soon I'll be in their inviting arms.

But she wasn't listening anymore; her full concentration on the city at her front. There was an unusual silence all around her, and she was to jaded to listen. She smiled her first smile since this nightmare began, and pushed herself further despite the pain in her form.

She couldn't see the fact that darkness soon embodied her vision, or feel two furry arms wrap around her torso; immobilizing her. The smile on her lips fell, and her tears fell along with it. She refused to look up, and clutched tightly onto the arms of her captor. She refused to let her anger and sadness escape her lips, and simply stood still.

How could I have been so blind? She thought, and knew that this would be the end. "Where are you going, woman?" she wanted to laugh at his question, knowing well that it was now irrelevant.

"Nowhere…Ulquiorra," and those were the last words she spoke; before she collapsed into his arms.

Author's Note: This is a dark side to the pairing; something I've been wanting to portray for a very long time. I don't take well to hate, and please avoid doing so, it really won't make a difference. For those that plan to embrace it, regardless of the darkness, enjoy :)

This was actually meant to be M-rated, but I changed my mind and well let's just say it's better this way than how I planned to write it. This is what you call child's play, compared to how demented I could make my portrayal become.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, nor it's characters.