I cannot begin to describe the hunger that I feel again. Run if you intend to survive [OPEN]

[tamedhollow]

WHO: The monster from the depths of Ichigo's soul, and his hapless victims.
WHAT: Regret and bad dreams broke the lock on the Hollow's cage, and now its one hungry son of a bitch
WHERE: Everywhere and anywhere
WHEN: Morning of Saturday April 23 until Ichigo is stopped
NOTES: OOC post!
WARNINGS: Violence, gore, graphic descriptions of people being

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[neverpassive]

The one thing that had made her special, had made her unique was the very thing that Claire knew might one day get her into trouble. Like a tiny lighthouse to the eyes of those who could see it, the shrapnel of Castiel's grace lit within her and glowed with each pulse of blood through her veins.

Claire had run into trouble before, but now she was learning more and more, the badge displaying the Hellsing emblem clipped to the shoulder strap of her backpack as she walked down the dark Bete Noire streets. A few books were tucked under her arm for some light reading on supernatural anatomy and a plastic bag filled with pens of different colors hung from her other wrist.

Castiel's grace had perhaps given her a streak of good luck...but that luck was about to run short.

[tamedhollow]

Perhaps the only thing that would be more tasty than that Shinigami bitch on the beast's tail was the interesting energy it smelled and sensed now. It called to the monster's hunger, energy that would make a delicious, filling meal.

The beast is hunting her from the rooftops, but it knows that speed is the key. That Shinigami with the icy cold aura would be here any moment to attack it and end its spree. And the Hollow couldn't let such a tasty treat escape. It licks its licks and secondary jawbones with a long, red tongue and slides down the building about halfway.

Then pounces on the prey, digging in claws and snarling, taking a chunk out of her neck and shoulder with a mouth full of sharp teeth.

[neverpassive]

A gasp- then suddenly Claire's world erupted into red.
As she stumbled to the ground her body hadn't even registered to the pain yet, only that color.

Red.
A scream.
Claire's hand fumbled desperately for the bowie knife at her hip, blood loss making her limbs move sluggish and weak as she struggled to shove the blade up at the creature that had her...unable to register anything but that mouth, biting and ripping her skin. The light of Castiel's grace burned within her, but that light was beginning to fade.

[tamedhollow]

Her blade connected with the monster's flesh, stabbing into its chest. But that didn't matter. The creature was, for all intents and purposes, already dead. Such a wound would heal quickly, especially after consuming this girl's delicious soul.

Pinning her down, the monster continues to rip out her throat. It was the easiest way to kill these weak little meatsacks. And as her life faded, he consumed it, sucking that golden light up through her blood. No, not even a ghost would be left. The soul was the thing that really provided sustenance for the beast; the flesh was just a bonus.

And this girl's soul belonged to the Hollow.

[neverpassive]

Claire felt the light leaving her, felt it fading and being stolen away as if this creature was reaching in and ripping it out along with her own precious soul.

It took her a long time to realize that's exactly what was happening as she lay helpless beneath it, neck ripped to pieces and with nothing but blood draining into her lungs.

Claire's eyes stared up blankly at this thing, this monster that had crept out like something from a fairytale and stole her.
Red...yellow...orange and now black.
The young blonds eyes hazed over, a soft sound coming from her ruined throat. The soundless plea was muffled by her death.

[tamedhollow]

The girl's light, and the angelic sliver with it, left her body and entered the monster, which gave a shudder of delight and growled its pleasure. The monster laps up her blood before sinking its teeth into the dead body's leg and dragging it into the nearby alley, behind a dumpster, where it could use its sword to slice the body into edible chunks.

And the monster was fast. In a matter of minutes, there was little left except offal and bones. Eyes, tongue, brain, organs, flesh... all eaten But the cold aura was approaching. The Hollow needed to make a break for it. Taking a long thighbone with chunks of meat still hanging from it in its mouth, the monster takes off again, leaving something that was hardly identifiable as human, much less as Claire Novak.

The girl that Kurosaki Ichigo had promised her father he would protect.

But the monster of instinct, pain and hunger cared nothing for the human side's promises. Food was food. And this food had been a delicacy.