A/N: Hey guys! I am here with a new story!

It's just the prologue, but that's only because I am going to be continuing it during my summer vacation. Mostly it's an introduction to the main characters.

A bit about this fic:

-It's VampFic

-It's a mash-up between two requested stories

-It will get gory and graphic in some parts, (the genre should have warned you) in multiple ways

-Little bit of True Blood logic in here, hope that's okay.

This is going to be so much fun!

Enjoy! :D

Zangetsu carefully transported a tray of warm towels and fresh clothing down a long corridor towards his master's bedroom. After softly knocking on the door, he pushed it open, his face falling into a frown immediately. On the unkempt bed before him, his master lay naked, propped up against red-stained pillows and sheets while chugging a wine bottle. His other hand was rested on a moving head underneath the blanket near his waist. The albino tensed up, grunting loudly as he released his pleasure into his current lover's mouth, the intense sensation causing him to forget his bottle to the floor. His guest emerged from the blankets to engage him in a deep, lust-filled kiss. With a heavy blush, the teenage servant cleared his throat, glowing yellow eyes flicking toward him for a split second before returning the albino's attention to devouring the mouth connected with his own. When the two were sated, they popped their lips from each other's and pecked playfully.

"My Lord," Zangetsu spoke, obviously embarrassed by what he'd just witnessed. Though, it wasn't the first time.

"Hm?" His master responded through another kiss. His hand snaked beneath the covers to grab a firm mound of flesh, eliciting a deep moan from his companion.

"Your clothes."

"Mm," he grunted another response before he tapped his guest to order them out. The response he received was a pout, which he smirked at. "We'll continue this later, pet. Go now."

Zangetsu didn't bother to notice if his master's friend was male or female, but it didn't matter to him. They were of a lesser class than him. His thoughts snapped back when his king stood, not bothering to cover himself, and approached him. The teen averted his eyes as his king grabbed a warm towel and wiped his face then the rest of his body of the red nectar covering it. The sweet, coppery smell invaded Zangetsu's nostrils, and it made him want to shed himself of his fabric restraints and let his master take him whichever way he pleased. That thought reminded him of how thankful he was that he'd sworn himself off of human blood. Otherwise, he'd be the one strewn about on those blood-stained sheets, eagerly sucking his king off instead of one of his whores. But he would never allow himself to stoop so low, even if it was for him. And besides, he vowed to never give the albino what he wanted, lest he become a spoiled king. They'd had plenty of those in the past. Said ruler rested back on the bed and picked the bottle up.

"You should go to ground, My King. The sun is nearly up."

"Not tired."

"Are you really that bored, Shiro?" Zangetsu asked, dropping his formal tone and calling him by his nickname.

"When's the last time I wasn't?"

"Well, it's been a hundred years since you killed the last king and took his place. And you haven't been doing any hunting, since it's done for you," the teen answered and nodded at the bottle of thick red liquid in Shiro's hand. "Now all you do is drink and fuck, then sleep and fuck. Then you do it all again the next day. You've become soft. That's why you're bored." Before he could stop his mouth, his master appeared in front of him, striking an expression of fear onto his young face.

"Mm, I'd watch that mouth of yours, Tensa. I am your maker first, and your king second. Do not disrespect me. You remember what I did to the last person who disrespected me?" The teen rolled his eyes to shake off his previous emotion.

"Whatever," he mumbled.

"But perhaps you're right. One can only drink and sleep and fuck so many times. What do you propose then?"

His servant looked down to the floor tiles and thought about it. What would get his master eager enough to leave his lazy lifestyle? "Well, when was the last time you tasted virgin blood?" He asked, making his king's ears perk up.

"Shit. A long time. Humans aren't as reserved as they used to be, much more virile than I remember. It seems virgins are rapidly disappearing as time goes on," Shiro pondered and spoke out loud.

"Then it should give you a challenge. You need one."

"Yes. I've been craving the hunt for a while now. But now I'll go to ground, no use in going when the sun is up."

"You should go now. Find your prey and be ready to strike when it's dark," Zangetsu encouraged.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to get rid of me. Won't you miss me?"

"Hardly." Shiro laughed whole-heartedly then smiled.

"Ever the denialist." He lightly grabbed his progeny's young face and made him look up. There was a look of knowing in his dimmed orbs, one that made Zangetsu swallow the building dryness in his throat. Shiro looked deep into the large blue eyes, intrigued by what he saw there. "One day will come when I will have you. One day, you will no longer request my respects of your body. One day, you will stop denying yourself that you belong to me. One day, you will come crawling on your belly—begging me to fuck you into the next lifetime. That day, Tensa, I will have you." His gaze raked over his teenage servant's body then flickered back to his eyes.

His speech angered Zangetsu, making him feel like he was nothing more than a piece of meat to be devoured. It made him feel as if his master had no feelings for him, which he knew wasn't completely true, but what had been said was the most heartless thing he'd received. Though he couldn't have meant any of that. Shiro shook his head and released his servant's jaw.

"I'm sorry, Tensa," he apologized and stroked his cheek. "You know how the blood gets me."

The teen did(he noticed the light return to his king's eyes), but clenched his jaw and prepared an equally heartless statement: "Shall I call another whore before you leave?"

Shiro smirked and sighed. He'd gotten on Tensa's bad side again.

"Why not? A goodbye fuck never hurt anybody." Zangetsu bowed with a roll of his eyes and turned to leave.

"Oh, and Tensa," he stopped, "I trust you are more than capable of running things while I'm gone." He held his arm out and his progeny stepped towards him. "Be safe." He spoke softly as the teen graciously accepted the goodbye peck placed on his forehead.

"Yes, My King."

"Ichigo, are you coming to work today?" Renji whispered to his best friend. Said ginger continued to scribble his answers on his testing paper as he replied.

"That depends," he erased something then cleared his desk of the shavings, "am I gonna find you and Urahara together in the supplies closet again?"

"Hey!" He exclaimed before promptly being shushed by the proctor. Though Renji just waved it off. Considering the fact that she didn't kick him out, it was obvious that she didn't care. "That was one time and you know it."

"He's our boss, Renji. And since you let him have sex with you at all, it's going to be more than one time." Renji groaned and rubbed his head.

"Dammit, you're right." He sighed then shrugged. "But, it was so good, I ain't complaining."

"Well I am! It's bad enough that I have the worst station ever, but now I have to hear you two getting it on all the time now?" His friend snickered.

"Ichigo, no one says 'getting it on' anymore! You're such a virgin!" That caused a blush to take over Ichigo's face. He had no retort. "Don't worry. If you come out with us tonight, maybe actually let loose, that'll change."

"I—" He attempted to defend himself but Renji held up a hand to silence him.

"Whatever. Lemme see your paper."

Later that day, the two made their way to Urahara's shop*. They had both been working the evening shift here since they started university and it had been a pretty great job. Urahara, their boss, offered them both jobs when he saw them getting kicked out of their apartment their first year. The three had become fast friends, even though Kisuke was at least 10 years older than them. Things were moving smoothly, but now Renji had caused a sort of rift in their routine. One slow Friday night at the shop led to some drinking (even Ichigo partook), low whispers accompanied by eager hands, urges to get somewhere private. When Ichigo was ready to go home, he searched for Renji, and found him taking Kisuke up on his offer in the supplies closet. Things had been different since then, now it was stolen glances and occasional ass-grabs that the perpetrators thought went unnoticed. Ichigo just rolled his eyes and laughed at the situations. As he and Renji worked the front, the tattooed young man brought up their conversation from before.

"So Ichigo, are you like saving yourself for marriage or something?"

"Seriously? Now, Ren? Customers don't want to hear that!" Ichigo said as he bagged his current customer's items.

"Like I give a fuck," he said then shrugged when the person frowned at him.

"Stop talking like that around people, Kisuke's gonna fire you."

"Oh, I don't think I have to worry about that." Ichigo scoffed.

"You're such a slut."

"Whatever. Just answer the question!"

"No! I just...I don't know," Ichigo replied.

"You not into girls? Because that's totally cool. I can tell ya, it's a lot more fun on the other side," Renji assured him.

"No. Or...I...I don't know, okay? I guess I'm just waiting for something...something interesting. Someone exciting."

Renji nodded in understanding. "So you're like, into that online-scheduled-surprise-sex-community...thing?"

"I hate you."

Kisuke suddenly emerged from the back of the store, greeting the two young men as he passed. He walked behind the counter and quickly pinched Renji's ass, making him jump. He turned around to see the blond flash a quick open hand and mouth the words:

"Five minutes."

Renji blushed and nodded, feeling his blood begin to pump quicker as he thought of what they were about to do.

"Renji?" Ichigo asked, snapping him from his thoughts.

"Um...be right back," he replied then walked away.

"Where are you going?"

"The, uh, supplies closet..." Ichigo rose an eyebrow for a second then rolled his eyes when he realized what was going on. Renji chuckled then quickly continued on his way.

Ichigo stayed in the front to man the register, occasionally hearing a bump or low voice from the activities in the back. When an uneventful hour passed by, the ginger began to think about what he'd said to Renji earlier. Why was he so bored with everything? And Renji had made it sound as if being a virgin was a bad thing. It's not that he hadn't had ample opportunities to...get things done...it was just that he hadn't really been interested. No one really sparked his interest, or made him horny, to put it plainly. He hadn't ever really been in love, and he wasn't the type to just jump into something without being sure about it.

I'm no Renji, that's for sure, he thought.

But...maybe that was his problem. Maybe he wasn't spontaneous enough. Maybe that's why he was still a virgin.

The ring of the store bell focused him again and he looked up. Bright blue caught his eye and he smiled.

"Grimmjow!" He exclaimed then ran in for a hug.

The taller man blushed heavily. "Hey, Berry." The blue-haired man replied with a small smile.

"Where have you been? We haven't seen you in a month!" He hugged his friend and looked at him. "You look a little pale...What happened to you?"

"I, uh," he hesitated. "I got a little sick, that's all."

"Yeah, you don't look so good. Are you sure you're up for coming back to work?"

"Yeah, I just need to change to the night shift. So I can rest, I mean. Where's Urahara?" This question made Ichigo sigh before he shook his head.

"You've missed a lot."

"Wait, you're fucking Urahara?" Grimmjow asked Renji. The redhead glared at Ichigo.

"You told him!"

"It wasn't that big a secret anyway!" Ichigo shot back as he put on his coat. "But yes," he smirked, "I told him."

"Asshole."

"Whatever."

"So, Grimm, you hitting the club with us tonight?" Renji asked.

"Nah, I have the night shift now," the blunette replied in an apologetic voice.

"Well, okay. Call us if you change your mind! C'mon, let's go, snitch."

"Hey!" He pushed Ichigo out the door then walked back over to Grimmjow.

"Grimmjow, if I were you, I'd make my move with Ichigo soon. You never know who might swoop him up before you do. Just go for it man. The worst he could say is no." With a shrug, Renji slipped on his own jacket and followed the ginger outside.

Grimmjow thought about what Renji had said. He probably was running out of time. He liked Ichigo ever since he'd started working at Urahara's, but he'd never known how to ask him out. Ichigo was one of the most complex people he'd ever known. He wanted to make his move soon, but he was afraid he'd screw it up. Something had happened to him, and he didn't know if Ichigo would want him if he told him the truth.

For all he cared, he hoped that Ichigo would never find out.

*For some reason, I can't write an AU without Kisuke running a store. It's like, impossible for him to exist without one. His soul is forever bound to his store.

Thank you for humoring me!

I'm so excited for this story and I think it's going to be a very good one, in my opinion.

I really hope you guys enjoyed this little intro to a story I hope will be great! If you have any questions just leave a review or PM me at anytime!

R&R!

~EMAE