Blood Line

by

DeathsLittleBirdie

My dearest daughter,

It's been many years since we have last spoken. I know you would prefer if I never spoke to you, but this is of grave importance. I hid many things from you, but that was to protect you. I never did this because I am "cold-hearted" as you put it. However, something has come up. I am unable to protect you from the distance between us, so I am writing to make an arrangement. Return to me, and I will tell you the secret of our family. I know this has been your biggest curiosity and now, I regret keeping you in the shadows. Darkness has been reawaken, and unfortunately, you are its target. This may come off as strange, but before you judge me, allow me to ask you something.

Have you lately had strange dreams of being with eyes of the Devil himself? A being who's smile beckons you into eternal sin?

If yes, then I hope to see you as soon as possible. For I have the answers you must hear. If not, and you still do not want to come, I will take matters into my own hands and go to your location. I will not allow you to be harmed or taken away from me.

I hope to hear from you soon, my dearest daughter.

Sincerely,

Kuchiki Byakuya. Your father.

Eyes like the midnight sky stared disdainfully at the letter written by the figure that had given her life. Of course, the writing was neat and perfect, much like a Kuchiki should be. Though her anger should have been the most dominating emotion, an uneasiness ate away at her.

How did he know of her nightmares? She hadn't even told her best friend. How could the man she walked away from ten years know of her dreams? Her eyes closed, an aggravated sigh flowing from her lips. Her finger idly toyed with the strand of hair between her eyes before she gave the name one last look.

Kuchiki Byakuya.

Father of Kuchiki Rukia.

Her fist slammed down wickedly on her small kitchen table, a vein throbbing vengefully in her head. How dare the man that made her feel like trash try to protect her now as an adult! Ungratefully, she grabbed the paper and walked to her stove. Her hands moved like a flash as they quickly ignited the flame and place the paper above it.

Before her inner voice could speak up, the paper turned into flames, destroying the carefully written later much to her glee.

That man, her father, had been on her mind for far too long. He would not control her again.

Yet, his words, as always, spoke in the back of her mind. Rukia had always wanted to know more of her family. Her whole family heritage had been kept locked away from her eyes since she was a child. What could be so dangerous that she could not even know the names of her grandparents?

Tossing the burning paper into the sink before it could burn her fingertips, Rukia stared at the paper turned to ashes before turning on her faucet.

Again, her mind repeated his words of her dreams. The dreams that have been plaguing her for a month. Truthfully, Rukia should have opened the letter earlier, having received it three weeks ago, but upon reading his name, Rukia could barely manage holding it for more than five minutes.

In all honestly, she could only open it that night due to the bottle of wine she had during dinner. Rukia held herself tightly, images of her hellish dreams flashing before her.

A man, with hair of the purest snow and skin as pale as the dead. Mask of a monster and eyes of a demon.

And laugh of pure sin.

Each night, he would get closer to her in her dreams. Last night, he stood before her, speaking in a language she could not understand. Then, his nails as black as coal gently tapped her forehead before she was awaken.

She needed to know what her father hid from her, and why she was being haunted by a man she had never seen.

Her head began to gently throb and she held her head in her shaking hand before her tired eyes looked to the small clock across from her.

Midnight.

Unwillingly, Rukia gave her feet permission to move and take her to her bed. She gave one last glance to the sink before she huffed and continued her way.

Her inability to forgive her father would be a mistake.

Salve, charissima mea.

Those words... They sound so close by to her. She reached out desperately, wanting to escape the darkness she found herself in. A chuckle vibrated around her wickedly and she twisted her head in all angles to find the source of the voice.

Vestra amaritudo ad patrem vestrum mihi servet bene.

What was the language that sounded like it came from a monster. The voice was distorted and cruel, snickering as she began to shake from the coldness in the darkness. Rukia bowed her head, her lip twitching before she shouted into the darkness;

"Who are you?!"

Silence responded, but for only a moment.

Qui sim vos. Nos participant eandem sanguine.

Irritation, impatience, and anger made her curse the voice for not speaking a language she could not understand. Bitterly, she threw her head back and released a loud shout before she exclaimed;

"I can't understand you!"

A hand gently cupped her chin and her eyes could only see one thing in the shadows that hid her from the light. Orbs of metallic gold leered at her.

Vos non intellegitis? Tunc m permittas...

Ta speak ta ya in your language.

Though the voice terrified her before, now that she could understand it, she could not speak about the fear that now held her tightly. From the darkness stepped the figure that had been haunting her for too long. His smile was sickeningly sweet before it turned wicked once he saw the fright in her eyes. Rukia attempted to distance herself, but she found herself trapped in his hold. She could only grit her teeth as the being neared his face toward hers.

Ya blood. Mine flows through it. You're mine.

His lips inched closer, making hers tremble as she could finally smell his scent. The smell of death. Rukia closed her eyes tightly shutting her lips tightly when she felt his breath before she released the scream that was trapped in her throat.

AAAHHHHHHH!

The sheets clung to her body from the sweat the poured from her. Her breath coming out quickly and hastily as she covered her beating heart. Her eyes scanned the brightened room, fearful the monster that might have been in it.

Before she could manage to step out of bed, a cold voice brought her heart beat up once again.

"Rukia."

No. No. No! NO!

She slowly turned to face the owner of the voice, only to see her father standing by the doorway.

His gray, emotionless eyes stared down at her. His lips in a thin line as his black hair flowed elegantly behind him. Rukia glared heatedly at him, scooting away when he came too close for her liking. Byakuya placed one knee on her bed before his hand reached out and grabbed his only daughter's hand.

"Rukia-"

SLAP!

Never did she expect to strike a man, for it was a weak thing for a woman to do, and yet at the moment her hand stung from the powerful impact. Rukia felt tears build up in her eyes as she brought her offending hand closer to her chest. Byakuya remained still, only moving his head to stare at his daughter in the eyes. For a moment, he wanted to scorn her, but the moment he saw her eyes filled with tears, he could only remain still.

A moment passed before Rukia found herself in the embrace of her father. She struggled against him, her fist pummeling his arms before she clung to them. She sobbed into his warmth, terrified and shaking in her father's embrace. He had never held her like this before, and she never heard him say the words she found him saying.

"Forgive me."

Her movements stopped slowly, her sobs dying out in his chest. He continued to chant the words softly, his hand combing through her own midnight black hair. His gray eyes looked on the reflections in the mirror, his embrace tightening when a pair of venomous eyes stared back at him. Lifting up his weak daughter, Byakuya made his way out of his daughter's home and toward his car. The moment Rukia saw the black limousine, she began to panic in his embrace. His hold on her did not weaken, nor did he react as Rukia began to scream and demand to be placed down.

Rukia's feelings toward her father had not been forgotten. She damned her father's strength. How could a man of his age still be able to actually treat her like a child? He was in his late fifties! Yet, here he was, carrying her into a car and had the appearance of a twenty-nine year old!

Once she was seated, Rukia glared heatedly at her father, who had shut the door and sat calmly beside her. His eyes traveled to her burning gaze once the car began to move in a steady pace. Blinking only once, Byakuya crossed his legs before he spoke.

"Rukia. No calls, no mail, nothing for ten years? How could you do that to your own father?"

In her mind, her father was basically telling her to stop bleeding after he shot her leg. A vein throbbed in her head and before she knew it, she had grabbed his smooth gray tie and snarled in his face.

"How? Easy! Considering all you did when I was a kid!"

"I did it to protect you."

"Protect me, my ass!"

Byakuya's eyes narrowed slowly, but that only added fuel to the flames of Rukia's wrath. She released a scoff sat down grudgingly before raising her nose in the air.

"You don't scare me anymore, father." Rukia hissed the last word and crossed her arms while Byakuya continued his icy stare. He closed his eyes before raising his own chin and releasing a small smirk.

"Rukia, you would tremble if you knew what I was capable of. However, showing my dominance is not why I am here." replied Byakuya as his eyes opened slowly. Rukia grumbled lowly at his words before she turned her head to stare out the window beside her.

"Oh right, you're here to 'protect' me from the 'darkness'... Bull." She muttered the last word, her elegant nail tapping impatiently on her arm. She heard Byakuya sigh softly before an eerie silence enveloped them.

The car began to drive into the airport when Byakuya finally spoke.

"Yes, I am here to protect you from the beast haunting you."

Rukia snapped her head to his direction, lavender eyes wide as their doors were opened for them. Byakuya remained still before he turned his gaze to his daughter. If his beloved wife was still on this earth, she would know how desperate Byakuya was to save his daughter from suffering due to his own sins. Much like a father, he placed a surprisingly warm hand on her head and gave her a regretful stare before he turned his head.

"You need to know the truth."

On the private jet owned by her father, Rukia dressed out of her pajamas and into the clothes given to her. The clothes were what she once wore as a teenager; Ripped blue jeans and a rather large rock t-shirt that was so large it revealed her shoulders. Placing her pajamas into the small bag the clothes were in, her eyes widen at what was inside.

Her mother's necklace.

A large smile appeared on her face as she eagerly snatched the small item and placed it around her neck. Wanting to see how it appeared, she made an elegant twirl to face the mirror, only to release a loud shriek at the reflection in the mirror. Her father stood with a small smile on his face, staring at the necklace before closing his eyes.

"I knew you would enjoy-"

"Knock next time! I could have been naked dammit!"

…

Byakuya gave her a look that made her feel like she was the one being foolish before he turned from her and made his way back to his seat. Rukia fumed for only a moment before her conscience began to interfere, calling her many disgrace names for being rude to her father.

"... He still should have knocked..."

"Did you say something?"

"Talking to myself!"

Rukia would have loved to slam the door shut, but knew that would childish and sluggishly made her way to him. She suddenly began to feel uneasy, as if an audience was about to watch what was about to unfold. Her fist clenched as she seated herself across from Byakuya, who was calmly sipping on tea. The moment was the definition of uncomfortable for Rukia, but she remained silent until Byakuya finally spoke.

"I will get to the point."

"Finally."

"Unless you would rather interrupt me until we arrive to my home, which is six hours until we reach it."

"... You win this time."

Their stare off was harsh, with Rukia losing due to her father's experience. Seething in her lost, Rukia tapped her foot impatiently before taking a breath. This was what she had been waiting for, the truth hidden away from her for too long. Byakuya bowed his head, trying to calm his fatherly instincts.

"Rukia, how old do you think I am?" Byakuya asked, making Rukia give him a dumbfound expression.

"Think? But I already know that you are fifty-eight years old." Rukia answered. To her surprise, Byakuya shook his head and pulled out a small piece of paper.

"I'm much older than I appear, Rukia... That's one of the many things I have hid from you. Look at this, it will tell you my age." Byakuya reached out to hand the worn-out paper to her. Hesitantly, Rukia took the paper damaged by age and began to scan it slowly. To her shock, it was a journal entry... written with a quill...

Today is the birth of my first-born son. Young, healthy, and has his mother's eyes.

He managed to be born into this damned world despite his mother's death during the birth.

I am the one who shall protect and teach him the ways of the hunt.

For one day, he will avenge the death of his mother.

I cannot avenge her... My dear wife... The old age has come down on me.

Our son shall carry on.

Our Byakuya.

January 31, 1846

Wait... Her eyes repeatedly re-read the date, hoping her were merely playing a cruel joke. Yet, the year screamed in her mind every time she scanned it. It couldn't be possible! How? How?

"How?"

Her eyes rose slowly to her father's face, who held her gaze evenly before he nodded slowly.

"Yes, you read that correctly. I was born 1846. I am 166 years-old."

This had to be a joke, there was no possible way her father could possibly be that old. He looked far too young and it was humanly impossible! Rukia released the paper back into her father's hand, disbelief and confusion apparent in her eyes.

"You're pranking me, aren't you?! Is this is for the time I accidentally spilled cranberry juice on your suit than you are going WAY overboard! I already apologized!" Rukia rambled, her right hand twitching as she awaited her father to say something. He remained silent, before leaning back in his seat and pushing the small button on his arm rest.

"What can I do for you, Kuchiki-sama?"

"Bring me the food and Senbonzakura."

Rukia froze in her seat when the name of her father's favorite katana echoed in her head. Why would he ask for dinner and his blade? A small voice told Rukia that her father had finally gone to the deep end and that it was time she took him to an insane asylum. Byakuya kept his eyes closed and body firm as he waited for his order. In less then five minutes, the petite maid that had followed her father since her birth made her way.

With aged hands, she placed the plates down in front of father and daughter before she bowed and revealed the blade Rukia found defined pure power. Byakuya quickly lifted the blade from her hands and allowed her to leave the room before he unsheathed his precious blade. Rukia backed further into her seat as Byakuya held the blade close to his face.

"I know you do not believe me. Allow me to show you how I managed to stay alive for so long."

"NO!"

The blade cut swiftly through the flesh of Byakuya's neck. His blood ran down as he choked on his own blood. As he coughed and choked on the red liquid, Rukia screamed, raising to her feet and pulling at the blade in his hands. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she attempted to place pressure on the large wound. She gasped when her father's large hands wrapped around her wrist and kept her hands pressed against his neck.

Disgusted at feeling the meat and nerves of his neck, Rukia was close to passing out until her mind was reawaken by what she was suddenly feeling. The wound, slowly but surely, was closing up before her hand. She could feel new skin grow as flesh regenerated quickly. The blood that had fallen quickly turned black before it blew away as ashes. Rukia's body shock and she fell to the floor once her hand was released.

Both Byakuya and she were breathing heavily, but it was Byakuya that recovered quickly and leaned against his chair. His eyes opened and stared at the eyes of his daughter. She held the same expression Hisana wore when he revealed the truth to her many years ago.

Shock.

Byakuya raised his hands and grabbed his place, cutting into the cooked steak as if nothing had happen. Rukia slowly stood up, but kept her distance as her father continued to eat.

"Doing that makes me hungry, seeing as I do lose a bit of blood. Rukia, come join me. We can continue our conversation." Byakuya said sternly.

"... What are you?"

Byakuya froze once Rukia finally spoke and placed the fork and knife down. His gray eyes stared at the loyal blade beside him, his reflection barely there. He bowed his head, clenching his fist as he finally revealed himself.

"A vampire hunter. I managed to put to slumber the most powerful one, but I was a fool... I wanted to be his eternal watcher, so everyday since my 21th birthday, I've injected his blood into my own arm... How foolish of me... For I have put you in danger."

Byakuya gave a small look of shock when he heard a rather loud thud and turned to see that Rukia had passed out. He sighed, stepping up to gather his rather small daughter into his arms and place her down in her seat. He knew he had to tell her the truth, and by the end of the ride, she would know all. He gently pushed aside his daughter's stubborn bang and kissed her forehead, regretting his sins as the sky began to darken.

It wasn't until the jet began to tremble slightly that Byakuya pulled away from his daughter. He grabbed his blade and watched the nearby door, stepping toward it slowly as a small snickering slowly began to grow louder. It wasn't until it thundered around them did Rukia awaken from her sleep. The sudden bitter cold nipped at her exposed shoulders and she trembled as her breath came out in small puffs of breath. Byakuya turned when he heard Rukia mutter softly, but only saw a pair of crazed honey colored eyes before he was thrown toward the door.

Rukia's head snapped to the sound of violence and stood when a rather large shadow began to manifest itself before her.

"Father!" Rukia shouted, running toward her father. However, a deathly cold hand wrapped itself greedily around her neck and made her stop in her tracks.

"My, my, if it ain't my new playthin'."

Her voice was caught in her throat when the all too familiar voice hissed in her ear. She tried to pull herself away from the iron claw around her neck, but the nails biting into her flesh made her bleed and halt. If she continued to pull away like she was, her neck would have been shredded to pieces. A rather long tongue lapped roughly at the blood on her neck making Rukia shake before she whined helplessly.

"My blood is there. It ain't a lot like in ya ol' man, but it's there. I can taste it li'l Kuchiki. Hehehe, ya old man's a idiot! Ta think he could keep meh locked away foreva'! Dumbass! Imma kill 'im 'nd keep ya as the prize! HAHAHAHAHA!"

Rukia screamed as she felt herself being lifted from the floor before the sound of blade slicing through air silenced her. Senbonzakura flew past her head, inches from her tear stained cheek before she fell to the floor in heap. The sky returned its blue color as footsteps neared a coughing Rukia. Forcing her pounding head to rise up, Rukia looked up at her father. Byakuya's eyes were hidden beneath his locks of raven colored hair before he knelt before his only daughter. Rukia watched as the dried and blacked blood on her father's cheek diminished before she looked into his gray eyes.

They sat in silenced, the truth settling in within her soul before she lifted her hand. In her veins, the blood of a thirsty beast raged forward...

Ready to consume her sanity and flesh.

Part Two will be posted SOON like tonight or tomorrow morning. If you are wondering why I've been MIA for months now, I've been dealing with some things and am thinking on going on hiatus for awhile. Not sure yet, but let's see what comes to me in the near future. Anyway, if you're wondering WHY I am writing this, it is because a great friend of mine, DeviantHollow23, had her birthday last month... I'm way late(sorry Ru!) but I do plan on giving her the proper fanfics she has asked for!

So after this one, I shall be working on a HichiRukiGrimm fic that will probably be the most lemony thing I have ever written XD

See ya in the next chapter!