Author's Note: Hello my lovelies! It has been far too long since I last posted a story, but I finally have For Love in a place where I feel it is ready to share with you all! I will admit, I'm still working on it, but updates should be fairly consistent. I really hope you enjoy the second part of this story as much as you loved For Blood.

For those of you who haven't read my story before, please note that this is the second part of this story. The first part is called For Blood. Please read For Blood first before continuing with For Love. If you don't you'll probably be pretty confused as to what's going on.

Thank you to all the people who continued to read For Blood so many years after I published it, favorite it, and review it. Seeing so many people enjoying it helped motivate me to keep working on For Love.

Time for some formalities:

Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo. I'll only give this credit in the first chapter, as we're all pretty familiar with who owns Bleach.

This story is rated M for language, violence, and adult themes.

Now, without further ado, here is the first chapter of For Love!

Author's Soundtrack:
Delirious (Boneless) (Reid Stefan Remix) (feat. Kid Ink) - Steve Aoki (music playing in the club)
The Hunted - Snow Ghosts

Prologue

The Red Room - one of Miami's hottest dance clubs. An impressive feat given its recent establishment in the epicenter of downtown nightlife. Within weeks it earned a reputation for catering to the women of Miami with heart-pounding music, flavorful drinks, and sleek designs that incorporated plenty of places to relax for those less interested in dancing. And where the women congregated, the men were sure to follow.

Nearing midnight, the Red Room was packed to capacity. A long line snaked along the side of the building, shifting anxiously as they waited for their chance to get into the latest hotspot. Inside, loud music pulsed and pounded. Brightly colored lights oscillated from tracks hanging from the ceiling, casting beams of red, blue, green, and purple onto the swaying crowd below. Bodies crammed together onto the dance floor grinding, moving with the music that rolled over them. Like a pied piper, it hypnotized them, suppressing all feelings of control and summoning something more carnal.

A pair of dark green eyes watched the undulating mass with a mixture of nauseating disgust and mind numbing lust. He longed to be among them, devoured and overwhelmed by complete freedom and lust, their bodies pressed against his, suffocating him, loving him. Yet the thoughts caused him to shiver, his stomach revolting at the thought of sweaty skin pressed against sweaty skin. He took a swig of his beer to wash away the vile taste that had settled in his mouth.

"Damien, what the hell is your deal?"

Turning away from the tempting display of vulgarity, Damien was accosted with the sight of more depraved behavior that enticed a darker side of himself. Hidden away from the prying eyes of the crowd below, the dimly lit and well-furnished VIP room lent itself to facilitating the wanton desires of its occupants. Thankfully, Marcos' gangly form was an ample distraction. It was difficult to succumb to temptation when a mug like his was invading his personal space. This close, Damien was convinced he could have counted every pokey crater that marred Marcos' gaunt face. The pungent smell of his most recent drug use assaulted his nose and doused the small spark of yearning like a bucket of water.

Marcos should have been enjoying one of the many women scattered about the room instead of harassing Damien. The ratio was decidedly working in his favor. Each member of Damien's group could have had two women each. In fact, several of them did. And there was enough alcohol present that the women could have easily ignored Marcos' appearance. Marcos enjoyed blaming his failing luck with women on their poor taste, but it probably had more to do with his bad hygiene. Alcohol could only help so much.

"I know you've got this whole 'dark and broody' thing going on, but how about you put that aside and help a brother out."

Damien was in no mood to assist Marcos in his endeavors to get laid. He was a leech who was lucky enough to be best friends with Shane, and that was all. His driving skills were mediocre at best. Every time the subject of replacing the parasite with a better getaway driver came up, Shane refused to listen. One of these days, Marcos was going get them caught, and Damien didn't want to be with them when that happened. Too bad he still owed a shit ton of money. These small time jobs were barely making him enough to cover his interest rate and keep the loan sharks off his back.

"Have you tried not being yourself?" Damien offered in a flat tone. He took another drink of his beer, finding some solace in Marcos' affronted scowl.

"Nice, dick. Look, all you have to do is stand next to me. You don't even have to say anything."

Without another word, Marcos swung his arm around Damien's shoulders and dragged him across the room to a small group of bored looking girls. All of them were dressed in painful looking heels that could have double as weapons, short skirts, low dipping tops, and layers of makeup that had his eyes traveling back down to the skirts just to make sure there wasn't anything they were hiding. As they approached, a couple of the girls curled their noses, indicating their displeasure with seeing Marcos.

"Ladies," Marcos said with a long draw. "This here is my friend, Damien."

Damien glowered at Marcos, tempted to break his arm. The expressions on the girls' faces changed almost instantaneously as they flickered over to Damian. The spark flickered back to life as their eyes trailed over him slowly. One girl was brazen enough lick her lips, her tongue sliding slowly over the plump painted muscles that looked slightly swollen. Flashes of teeth scraping against his skin, biting tenderly and forcing his eyes to roll, had him swallowing the swell in his throat.

"Hi Damien," the one with teeth cooed, sauntering forward, accentuating the sway of her hips as she approached. The spark grew larger until she slid her hand up his chest, her long fingers gliding up his neck and tangling with his hair. The moment her skin touch his the spark disappeared with a snap and left him feeling more queasy than hungry.

"Get off."

"Aw, don't be like that," she whispered in his ear, her lips caressing the lobe. He wanted to slam her into the wall and take her right then and there. He wanted to throw her off him and run away. Marcos was right. What the hell was wrong with him? "I can make you feel real good."

One of her hands slid lower. She made a pleased hum at her findings. What he wouldn't give to be able to cave and let himself drown in the filth that surrounded him. And just as quickly as the craving to succumb overwhelmed him, it vanished. Grabbing her wrists, he untangled himself from her and pushed her away. She stumbled as she caught her heel on an upturned corner of a rug. Righting herself, she glared at him.

"Asshole! What the fuck is your problem?"

A good question. Ignoring her, he turned and made his way to the door. The continuous rollercoaster of emotions had taken its toll. All he wanted to do was go back to his dingy little hotel room, crash on the bed, and forget about being dragged out to this hell hole.

The music and darkness of the Red Room engulfed him like an angry lover. The VIP room had muffled the hammering beat of the music. Now it pounded against him, striking at the cracks already marring the walls he'd put in place.

He saw her as he descended the stairs. Standing in the middle of the surging crowd she was like an island - solitary and unmoving. Blonde hair like sand, blue eyes like the sea, grounded as if nothing could move her. Her piercing gaze struck him like a harpoon, pinning him to the stairs, daring him to fight her. Something pulled on that invisible line, drawing him toward her. Someone bumped into him, jolting him back to reality. When he looked back, she was gone.

Without knowing why, Damien searched the crowd, looking for that shock of blue. Disappointment crashed against him like a wave, drawing back and leaving only the urge to find her. Hurrying down the stairs, he pushed his way to the spot where he'd first seen her. Bodies pressed against him like a soft, suffocating pillow. Thoughts of disgust were quieted by the need to find her. He knew she wouldn't be there when he finally got to the center. All he found was more of the same, his body jostled in the crowd, but all he could focus on was the blow of defeat.

"You shouldn't have come."

Among the noise of the music, the din of the crowd, he was able to hear her voice, as if it was the only sound in the room. Her husky tone filled his ears and grabbed hold of him like a chain. He searched for her, but she wasn't there.

"This won't end well."

"I don't care."

He didn't see her, but he responded anyway. There was no way she should have heard him. It was too loud, and he had only whispered his defiance. But now she was standing in front of him. She was tall, nearly as tall as himself. Her body was curvaceous and barely covered in a thin sheet of white. Her dark limbs were slim and long. Images of those legs wrapped around his torso filled his mind, and he found he couldn't stop looking. He was trapped and he didn't care.

Her lips curved slightly, and then she was directly in front of him, her lips so close he just had to lean forward ever so slightly to touch them.

"You should."

"Who are you?"

Her smile widened, revealing the pearly white of her teeth. "Someone dangerous."

It was difficult to believe she could hide a weapon on her. There was little of her that was masked by clothing. But there was something about her that made the hair on his arms raise, as if the room was filled with electricity. She wasn't lying. She was dangerous. Still he didn't care. Leaning forward, he captured her lips in a tentative kiss. The crowd was gone, the music nothing more than a dull hum. It was just him and her. When the feeling of revulsion didn't hit, he was hooked.

"Want to get out of here?"

Her tongue slid across her lips, and Damien felt like his knees might give way. The difference between this woman and the one from the VIP room was unimaginable. What was it that drew him to her when all others made him want to cleanse himself in scalding hot water? There wasn't anything special about her. Miami was full of gorgeous women capable of seducing men with a single look. And yet none of them could get past his weakness. Hell, just watching her disappear into the crowd was enough to have him chasing after her like a puppy. It was strange. It was wrong. It was all he could think about.

The humid night air and smell of brine mixed with exhaust fumes greeted him as he stepped outside. Sitting at the curb, waiting for them like a golden chariot, was a yellow Lamborghini convertible. Whoever this woman was, she had expensive taste. Not for the first time he felt self-conscious of his own poverty. But as she slid into the driver's seat, a flash of what was waiting beneath the tiny dress scattered his concerns like leaves in the wind. She could be some rich man's trophy wife looking for a good time, it didn't matter. He hurried to the passenger side and closed the door.

Before he had his seatbelt on, she shifted the car into gear and took off down the street. 0 to 60 in three seconds. The warm Florida hair whipped his dark hair about his face. Lights streamed passed them in a colorful blur. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as she recklessly wove between cars and ignored red lights and stop signs, bursting through intersections like a shiny yellow bullet. He waited for the sound of sirens and the flashing red and blue lights of the law, but they didn't come, and soon they were outside the city limits.

The sparkling lights of Miami shrank into the distance behind them, and the darkness of the suburbs swallowed them whole.

He expected her to take them an isolated area or perhaps back to her place in a bold move against her husband. After nearly thirty minutes, he grew confused, the high of longing fading the further into the country they went.

"Where are we going?"

She hummed in amusement. "Some place fun."

"Some place fun" apparently meant a large, run-down estate somewhere in the middle of the everglades. She pulled off the main road and crossed a single bridge. Its entrance was protected by a rickety iron gate. The rusted doors were falling off their hinges, several rods missing and leaving gaping holes in the barrier.

The house wasn't in much better shape. In the dark, it was difficult to tell what color it was supposed to be - perhaps white or another pale color. Most of it was peeling off the surface, revealing the worn cement beneath. The majority of the windows were dark and boarded up with pieces of molding wood. An ivy had claimed nearly every side of the house and died, leaving behind the stringy veins. One side of the house looked like it was losing a battle with the everglades, and slowly sinking into the murky waters. He had seen haunted houses that looked better than this place.

Maybe she had some kind of fascination with having sex in creepy places. The sight of the building unnerved him, and the thought of banging inside was less than appealing, but like hell he was going to screw this opportunity up. Who knew when he would feel like this again?

The Lamborghini came to a smooth stop in front of the wide double doors, and she climbed out. His eyes watched her smooth legs until she closed the door. He followed her up the stairs.

She opened the door. He could barely see inside, but a feeling of dread washed over him. Damien felt his bravery crumble. Turning, she gave him an inquisitive look.

"Lose your nerve?"

He wanted to say no and continue inside. He wanted to slam her body against that heavy looking door and take her before they were even over the threshold. He wanted to ravage her and take back control of his own thoughts. But something tugged at him, urging him to turn around and drive back to Miami.

Reading his hesitation, she sighed in disappointment. "Unfortunate."

Silently he cursed himself and pushed the impulse to run to the far reaches of his mind. He wasn't going to let a little bit of fear screw this up for him. Steeling his nerves, he climbed the small set of porch stairs towards her. He thought about pushing her against the door frame like he imagined, and having his way right there, but he didn't like the way she was watching him. In the club and car her gaze had felt hungry, like she could devour him whole. Now, framed by the dilapidated entrance, those eyes were watching him like a predator hunting its prey. Every movement drew her focus, eyes unblinking as if waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

He was past her and in the foyer, eager to escape her scrutiny and gather his wits about him. The entrance hall to the house was in the same shape as the outside. The room itself was grand looking, circular in shape with a marble staircase hugging the far wall. The railing was nothing but a worn skeleton, the metal spindles bent and twisted like a set of gnarled black ribs. A large chandelier dangled precariously from a series of fraying wires. Below it the marble tiles were cracked and chipped. Doorways leading to other parts of the house barely managed to cling to their hinges. At one point this house was probably magnificent, but now it was nothing more than a decaying ghost of its former glory.

"You seem intrigued."

She was behind him, whispering in his ear. Her breath sent waves of heat rolling over his skin. As calmly as he could, he turned and took a step back.

"Kind of expected a woman like you to live in a place that was a bit more up-to-date, less haunted."

She quirked her head to the side, considering his words as her eyes traversed the room. "It certainly wasn't my first choice, but it has everything I need."

Looking at him again, she grinned. "Shall I give you a tour?"

He hesitated. The longer he stayed here, the more quickly the temptation of satisfying his needs wore off. It didn't matter what kinds of levels of heaven she could take him to.

Then she was in front of him. Startled, he stepped back. His foot slipped on a piece of the railing that had fallen, and his back struck against the wall. He tried to right himself, but she was pressing against him. It might have given him some satisfaction, taken the edge off of his nerves, if not for her fingers wrapping around his throat and closing. Air stopped filling his lungs as he tried to inhale. His face grew cool as the blood stopped flowing. All the while she looked at him with an amused smile.

"You've brought me another specimen, I see."

A man stood at the top of the stairs, gazing down at them. Damien couldn't make out his face, hidden in the dark of the room. His vision was blurring and turning sideways as the lack of oxygen began to affect him.

"Make sure no one comes looking for him."

She gave an amused noise that sounded almost like a purr. "Doubtful. He runs with a bunch of criminals. None of them seem too attached to one another. Did you know they've been looking for ways to cut you out? Apparently, Marcos has been getting rather annoyed with your attitude."

Damien's eyes widened. Her teeth glinted in the light of the moon that shone through the cracked window. How had she known about them? About him? They weren't the smartest gang around, but they were smart enough to cover their tracks. And for her to know about their personal relationships - she had to be lying. Sure, they weren't friends who hung out on the weekends, but they weren't traitors.

A chuckle escaped her lips. "Don't feel too bad. Your little leader was rather hesitant, but this should make his life much easier."

"Enough chatter, Halibel," the man above them scolded her. "I want to begin immediately. I'm growing weary of negative results."

The grip Halibel had on his throat loosened slightly, and her smile faltered. As confident and as strong as this woman appeared to be, she was still afraid of the man above them. What the hell had he gotten himself into? It was the last thought he had before his vision filled with black and he lost consciousness.

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