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Demon Doll	By : ItsMyWorld66 Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1256 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Hope
- 2-New Home
- 3-Broken
- 4-Exploring
- 5-Unworthy
- 6-Dolls
- 7-Attic
- 4
- 5
- 6
So I have not updated in forever because my comp broke and I failed to find my back-up story writings, that and I had lost my inspiration. However I am back now with a longer, and bloodier, chapter! Keep sending me reviews as they make me joyous and I will try to work as quickly as I can in getting the next chapter!

Unworthy

'...Bless me with a...leaf off of a tree.

On it I see...The Freedom reign...'

The vehicle finally came to a stop, my eyes blinking open though all I saw through my case was the cloth draped over it. My sisters and I were finally going to meet my masters closest relative, an older woman by the name of Contance. She was a rather peculiar woman, with an appearance I have not seen before. The most noticeable characteristic of the woman was her towering dirty blond hair in the shape of, what was that my master called it, a beehive? It was hideous and I figured that it was worn because of lack of growth or loss of it rather upon that particular place, though it didn't look nearly as real as some of the pieces I have seen. She was old and looked like worn parchment, her teeth much too white and strait to be real as well. Makeup was caked on her face much like the glass clowns my master used to have on the mantle, a rolled up paper filled with tobacco between her stiletto like fingernails though the tip wasn't lit. She had a long shabby dress on that was covered in faded glitter, I assumed that it was originally red but it looked like a more drained Orange-Burgundy now. Her shoes made a click-clacking sound on the ground when she approached us before, and I hoped that she would have changed her appearance as she was a rather revolting sight.

The back opened and I quickly shut my eyes, my case being lifted first as it was in front.

"Be sure not to drop any of them, they are already damaged from the fire and will be useless if broken anymore!"

I sighed at her nasally voice, that was going to get annoying rather quickly. One of the men carrying my case grunted as I was obviously the biggest and heaviest, I could hear the click-clack of the woman s shoes again as she circled the men like a vulture to make sure they didn't drop me. I knew we were inside as the foot-falls were made softer by the shifting of carpet, I liked carpet because I could grip it and my claws didn't tap on it. They set me down carefully and went to go get my sisters, though I heard the slide of the cloth on my case signaling it was being taken off and the creek as it was opened. I resisted the urge to growl as I felt her withered stiletto tipped fingers touch my cracked cheek, her skin felt like old paper and her nails scratched at my face.

"This doll is completely ruined, I doubt any restoring doll maker would touch it. If it wasn't an important part of the set I would just throw it out, horrid looking creature anyway!"

I wanted to tear this trash in half for her insults, my claws almost twitching to do such. But I had more control then that, if she did repair me then at least she would have served some purpose.

"Isn't that doll supposed to be the Guardian of the dolls or something, it seems to make sense that it would be a little beat up after the fire."

Ah at least there were some intelligent people left, though the woman immediately dismissed him.

"Guardian? That thing is more like a demon, it was probably vandalized because it's so ugly."

I would make her pay for that one way or another, I did not take to such things without retribution. After all my sisters had been moved into the house she went about cleaning the cases and dusting the dolls, flitting here and there like the insect she was. I noted with my half lidded eye that she was sorting them in three different piles, curious as to what they had in common till she scooted my case into one of the piles and looked down at us.

"Out of a 103 set of dolls only 56 were saved, that's barely more then half! Ugh and worse only 23 are in good condition, 19 are damaged, and 14 are almost completely destroyed, this is a disaster!"

I was obviously in the ' destroyed ' pile but I was glad that I had managed to keep 42 of my sisters safe, though it hurt that 13 of them were as broken as me. The real despair was the loss of 47 of my sisters, failure was inexcusable. I would not fail my remaining sisters however, I will do everything in my power to protect them. The only thing that mattered to me now was our survival and my loyalty to my master, I will follow his final command till my body turns to ash.

It bothered me that she was so adamant on having us in perfect condition, something told me that it wasn't because she admired us or my master for the craftsmanship. Either way as long as she didn't intend to harm us I had no qualms with her, imprudence and insults aside. Directing the men to move us to another room in our respective piles I relaxed and considered my options for preserving us, based on what I have seen and experienced I had two options: One was to wait and see how it plays out and hope that her intentions were not as sullied as I figured, or I can contact the next of kin and hope that they would provide a more stable and safe environment. As I was quite damaged I decided on the former to conserve my energy, exerting myself wouldn't be in my best interest. My masters had showed me a little how to repair myself just in case, though my knowledge is only basic on the subject it would be a good investment. Though I did not have the tools or resources to do such just yet, I suppose I could improvise. The woman was on the phone with someone now, normally my acute hearing would be able to pick up the conversation even through the glass, however with them damaged to this degree it was too muffled. This was solved from the way she was talking with such an eager and greedy expression I could easily tell she was talking about money, my body may be broken but my senses were not dulled and I had the feeling it wasn't about fixing us. At her pout and obvious grumbling it was the opposite, she would need to spend a little.

I was relieved that she was such an open book with her expressions and body language, it would help me predict what she was intending in the future. She made a second call with a less then enthusiastic posture before walking away, leaving us alone at last. Within the two hours of time it took for the doorbell to ring I was once again contemplating finding the next of kin, it would take a lot of time and work but my instincts were warning me and they were never wrong. It would be in our best interests to find another more capable master, I let that thought trail off as a man came in to inspect us. He was a rather lanky man and had a prim and proper posture, the air about him spoke of no nonsense and quiet business. He wore a long white coat with pressed white pants, his shirt obscured from my vision due to the length and design of the coat. Square wire glasses sat on his nose and he pushed them up as he carried his briefcase in with him, well polished black shoes leaving barely a sound on the floor. His ebony hair was cropped neatly and his skin blemish free, the perfect contrast to that insufferable female. Setting his item on the floor he greeted her with formalities but seemed reluctant to shake her hand, instead putting on some white clothed gloves and turning to us.

One by one he examined our piles and made notes on his clipboard, pushing up his glasses every now and again. He was shaking his head as he examined the broken dolls yes paused when he came to me, and I watched him curiously though my half lidded eye.

"Can I inspect this doll closer, I'd like to examine how damaged it is." This was unusual as the others he didn't even open the case but the woman nodded as she came over, letting the man open my case. Very gently he poked and shifted my different parts, and I marveled at how careful he was. He slowly turned my head by gently pressing my cheek to inspect my neck, grimacing slightly as the gear there made a slight creek from the ash taking root. You'd think that even if a doll such as I was damaged such care wasn't needed, yet he treated me like a proper person. He drew back and let his eyes roam over me once more, taking more notes and sighing when he was finished.

"This doll is the most damaged out of all of them, whoever did this was really trying to destroy it. It can be repaired however but it will be very extensive and expensive, more so because it is a life-sized doll." The woman scowled at the words 'extensive and expensive', eyeing me angrily like such things were mine to blame.

"How much are we talking here?" Of course it was about money and pulling out his calculator and referring to his notes he totaled up the estimate, showing it to her with a grimace.

"About 2,000 dollars and that is for just this one doll."

"How did you come up with that?!" She screeched, the sound grating on my ears.

"Well taking into the account of locating a doll repair man, paying for all the materials he will need, the time and work it will take to repair it, not to mention the commission fee since this is a Unique doll, and the housing and handling of the doll itself. Even more if you want to repair the original case it is in as it was designed for this specific doll, and that is only if all this can be done within this country. If items need to be shipped in to make the repairs then it will cost more, taking a look at it is very likely that this is the case. The other ones will also take a lot of money and time to repair as well, the fire did a lot of damage that needs to be fixed."

"I don't want to spend that much money on just one stupid doll, couldn't I just repair a few of the others and just trash this one?" That made me bristle, how dare she threaten me! The man was shaking his head even before she was finished, pushing his glasses up again as they had slipped down a fraction of a centimeter.

"No, this doll is above all the most important piece of this collection. The Guardian Doll of the collection must be included with the rest, any collector will tell you that. Without it they would just be another collection of Gen Dolls, this one must be with them. These dolls could take months or even years to fix..."

"I don't have that, I already have a buyer! I don't have that kind of time, I need them done now. Days? Yes. Weeks? Maybe. Months? No. Years? Forget it!"

"I don't know what to tell you, most of the dolls are in no shape to be sold or even displayed. Without proper handling they could be damaged even more and trying to show them off in their condition would be both improper and an insult to any who wanted them."

She growled at him then sighed, shaking her head and rubbing her temples.

"Okay, okay thanks for your time." He nodded and left the house, giving one more worried glance back at us before closing the door. Was that longing as well in his eyes, perhaps I may never know. After he was one she turned on us with a glare, eying us like we were doing the wrong here.

"No shape to be sold huh, we'll see about that. I'm not going to spend that kind of money on you, there has to be another way! Then again there are 23 useable dolls, it would be such a shame if the other 33 went missing." She walked away with a chuckle, picking up the phone and calling someone again.

"Yes its Constance again, are you still interested? Yes I have 23 of the dolls, no sorry the Guardian Doll didn't make it. I know, I know but it can't be helped, the fire took both my cousin and that doll. Yes such a tragedy, I'm still a bit choked up. So how much are we talking? That's great, you can come pick them up when you like! 3 weeks, okay yes I can hang onto them. Alright thank you, have a lovely vacation!" Laughing she walked off, leaving me infuriated. I had 3 weeks or less to fix this, that foul creature dare attempt to destroy and separate us?! This will not be tolerated and she shall be punished for her insolence, but first I needed to get my sisters to a safe place. I was in no shape to find and move them on my own, so I would have to force the female to do so.

I waited until nightfall to set my plan into action, having an idea as I glanced at the cross on the wall. It was easy to unlatch my case and step out, stretching my body first to east my movement. With my sense of smell I tracked the woman up the stairs to her bedroom, frowning deeper when I found her sprawled on her back snoring and drooling. An ugly demon was it then, perhaps I should educate her on what a demon is really like. As my strength isn't what it should be at the moment my options were limited, but this woman wasn't worth such effort. It didn't take long for her to notice the disturbance in the room, my cold aura filling it and bringing frost to the window. The chill startled her awake and she frantically stared around the room till her dirty brown eyes focused on my own Goldenrod, her breath catching as she froze like a scared shrew. Pulling my lips back in a fierce snarl I hissed at her, though she didn't make a sound out of sheer terror. I had no doubts that if she could move then she would cross herself, but as it was the weakness that was fear gripped her like a vice. But just standing here using my natural power like this was making me too tired, so I decided to state my business and go.

"If you dare even attempt to harm or separate the Arrancar Dolls I will personally see to it that your miserable existence comes to an abrupt end, worthless human trash such as yourself does not deserve to posses such dolls." As I spoke in my cold baritone voice I pointed my only unbroken claw at her, watching in mild satisfaction as her eyes widened slowly and her shaking increase with each second. I had no doubts that tomorrow things would change for us, and as I left I hoped it was for the better. If she had any redeeming quality she would heed my words, hopefully she had some semblance left of her humanity for that or even a smudge of self preservation.

If I were to crack open this female's skull perhaps I would be able to discover exactly why she is malfunctioning, as it stands there is no possible way this is the result of direct foolishness. If it were such then this female isn't even worth the flesh she's printed on and she is greatly insulting my intelligence, malfunction is the only cause to her actions of tying ropes tightly around my case. After she finished attaching plywood and nails to the sides of my case as well to hold the corner shut, she began to take thick ropes and secure them so that in her mind there was no possible way I could escape.

"That'll teach you, I won t be threatened by some horrid broken doll!"

Angered I opened my only good eye wide enough to stare at her, making her pale and nearly shriek as she shot out of my sight. She was sorely mistaken if she thought these crude bindings would keep me at bay, but for now I would need to bide my time and energy. The female was once again on the phone with another, ranting about ' evil doll ', ' grey hairs ' and ' life expectancy '. Closing my eye I relaxed and tried to pay attention to the conversation, but my mind kept wandering to my master. The one being who understood the workings of humanity so completely that he surely would be able to explain this to me, he would have helped me understand. I had to have fallen asleep for when next I opened my eye all was dark, yet it did not have the silence that normally comes with night. There was a lot of sound emitting from out of the large doors, not too long after a couple of men came in and began transporting my sisters outside. I resisted the urge to growl as they moved me as well, loading us all into the back of a van. After a while we came to this mansion and we were taken upstairs to the attic, though while we were being placed I listened to the conversation between the one wretched female and a new one called Nancy.

Her hair was pulled up into a neat little bun the color of those little candy items called ' Chocolates ', her bright baby blue hues shining with joy as she approached with the light step of one full of the energies of life. Well I didn't quite understand it but my Master described such a lift to her steps on another once, one that was unburdened with the hardships of life and the pain of death. She was fortunate then I suppose...The beginnings of laugh lines crinkled at the edges of her eyes and she was more or less the picture of youth, unlike the one that stood not a meter away from me with too much make-up on.

"Thank you so much for letting me store them here, with all that's been going on I was afraid something would happen to them." Lies spilled from her caked lips like acid, had I any lack of control I would have banged my tail against my case in irritation. I remained dormant however as the other female just nodded and smiled sweetly, benevolence within the air about her. It was this aura that eased my worries, perhaps if all goes well we could stay here instead.

It took a while but soon we were all settled in and the movers had left, a sense of restlessness overtook me then. My Master had installed a slidable board in the side of my case large enough for my arm to fit through, his reasoning was in case I wanted to touch something without getting out of my case. I used that now to my advantage to reach out with one of my good claws and began to saw at the rope binding me in, grunting in satisfaction as it soon snapped and I was free to open the rest of my case. Opening the lid I immediately checked on my sisters, making sure that they weren't harmed in the move. Satisfied I began to sort them in the groups of ranging damage, inventorying once again the amount of damage to each of them from simple scratches to missing pieces. Sitting back on my haunches I sighed as I stared at them, my poor sisters. 23 in well condition, 19 damaged, and 13 horribly broken, the fire had done so much to the- I froze and blinked, my eyes flying over my sisters and counting and re-counting them again. 55...I only have 55 of my sisters. I stood up so fast my right leg protested with a creek, there was one missing! I should have 56 sisters, where is the last one?!

Forcing myself to remain calm I searched the entire attic, then paused and examined my sisters again. Having done this numerous times I knew which girls were lost in the fire by name, so I went through my mental checklist slowly, frowning deeper when I came up with the girl that was missing. Marolie, one of Masters favorite works. She was badly damaged in the fire, I had to find her. The sound of the front door opening and slamming closed caught my attention, turning to the window I spotted that wretched female loading the trunk of her car with some bags. My eye narrowed to a slit when I spotted the case of my missing sister in there, a barely contained growl rumbling in my chest. My ebony fur helped me blend in to the dark of night, my lithe form crawling down the side of the mansion to reach the ground. Normally I would have just glided down with my wings, but now I only had one working one while the other was shredded from the fire. Luckily the thick lush ivy that crawled up the side gave me easy purchase to climb down, crouching low to the ground as I paced around the fuming female in a wide arc. I had to be careful to not get spotted by the woman in the house, I didn't want to involve her if I could help it. Since I didn't want to confront the female out here I waited until she began to bring the car to life to start clawing at her back tire, hearing a hissing and began to follow at a slower pace to conserve energy. A screech of tires and a shattering sound almost made me smile, but I refrained and continued onwards to see her on the side of the road in a ditch. The tire must have blown out and caused her to swerve, it would take a large amount of force to get the vehicle out. She was spouting innumerable obstinacies as she stomped around the car, throwing open the trunk and rummaging through as I crept closer.

She pulled out Marolie with a frown, looking confused for a second before she let out a frustrated scream, whipping around and looking around wildly while she removed my sister.

"I know you're out there you foul creature, is this what you want?!" She screamed, turning to glare at me as I approached.

"You have caused me nothing but anguish, a complete waste of my time! You've made my life hell, so how about you suffer for a while?!" It happened so fast I was powerless to stop it, time standing still for me in shock. She threw Marolie to the ground, and I watched in horror as her boot came down on her beautiful porcelain face. My fragile sister shattered beneath the pressure like the precious glass treasure she was, one more doll of my Masters lost. I am not one to lose my cool under normal circumstances, even when my home was burning down around me and my Master died I remained collected. However there are exceptions to everything, for instance when my Master was under attack I made the men who came pay for their foolishness when I got a hold of them. And now this insolent, worthless, trash has killed one of my sisters. After everything we have already been through she had the gall to goad me, to do such a horrendous act and expect to not be punished for it?

I let the darkness inside my being consume me in that moment, let the built up frustration, anguish, rage, and newfound bloodlust well up and spill over into my body.

"What did I break one of your poor precious dolls, like such a demonic creature like you could ever-" I cut her off right there, my broken clawed hand gripping her slippery, painted face. She wanted to call me a demon? Fine, I'll show her a demon and the depths of despair one could sink to in their hands. I threw her to the ground hard, hearing her scream once just made me want to hear it again and again like a lullaby. Digging my claws into the sides of her face I slammed her head onto the unforgiving ground over and over, the corner of my mouth twitching to turn into a smile at the sickening wet crack I heard. I suppose I could compare the sound to the one a watermelon made when my Master dropped it one year in the kitchen, it was the same sound it had made when it split open. She stopped screaming but she was still alive, and I was far from done with her pitiful existence. Gripping her by her beehive stacked hair, I was a little surprised and repulsed that it was real and not a wig as it was disgustingly wiry and gritty to the touch as I dragged her deeper into the woods.

By the time we got to a spot packed with trees far from the road she was once again kicking and screaming in my hold, which was fine as no one would hear her at this time of night. Tossing her to the ground again I watched the sobbing mess of a female trying to futilely crawl away. Merely earning my back claws coming down on her back before kicking her over to face me, leaving long marks in her layered clothing.

"Marolie was one of my Masters greatest works, we have already gone through too much for you to come along and break us apart more." Shuddering she had the gall to glare up at me, a smug smile on her face.

"Oh did I kill one of your precious whor-" Her sentence was quickly cut off by my broken claws being shoved into her foul mouth, sharply gripping the offending appendage between them. She didn't need her tongue to scream, I proved that seconds later in a spray of blood. I was sick of listening to her nasally poisonous words anyway, the unusual gurgling coming from her throat was interesting though. An idea formed in my head at this now, some questions I had in the past that were never answered.

"My Master time and again informed me that I needed to learn to control my strength, especially when dealing with humans. I have not however obtained the experiences to do such, you shall provide me with such information." I told her as I dragged her crawling form to me, starting at her legs. "Since you are an adult female I can adjust my measurements based off of your general data, you'll serves one useful purpose at least."

Gripping one ankle in hand I slowly applied more and more pressure in my grip, my other easily holding her in place. Even broken as I was I was still stronger then an average adult male, more then enough to over-power this trash. Ah it took a total of 80 pounds of pressure to crack the bone, 50 more pounds to start fracturing it, and 200 more pounds to crush it completely. Odd how it took more force to crush it after damage was done, perhaps because the broken pieces are more compact? More of those gurgling screams spilled from her lips, struggling anew when I took her other ankle in hand. This one I pinned to the ground and pressed down while lifting her foot at an angle, keeping track of how much pressure it took before it gave way and snapped. Interesting that it took less to break her by increasing the pressure on a certain point then it took by increasing the pressure on all sides. Yet comparing the two I did more over all damage to the first with the fracture, the other one just a clean break. Making a mental note on that I moved up to her leg, remembering that from the look my Master let me read it was called a Tibia.

I was curious at how much this bone could bend without breaking, so grasping one leg below the knee and right above the ankle bone I began to bend it upwards. It wasn't able to bend at even a small angle before it snapped, another gurgling scream ripping from her throat. The other one I did the same but backwards, starting to cause the woman to twitch as well as scream. Every bone I tested its strength and flexibility, eventually the female was incapable of movement aside from her gurgling cries and twitching of her muscles.

I debated whether or not to test her neck and spinal column, both would surely kill her but I had one other idea and one that has plagued me for some time now.

"You have provided me with very useful information, the human body is far more fragile then I thought. I have just one more bit of information that I wish you to give to me, since my Master mentioned it I have always wondered. What is a Heart? I have read time and again that it is both an organ in your body and an intangible substance that causes a wide range of emotions, I have seen neither with my own eyes so it is a concept that I cannot grasp. I wish to know what Love is as well, I was told it too resided in the Heart. Since I lack such an organ you will show it to me and show me what the Heart and what Love looks like."

She began to scream of course when I tore off the frilly top she wore to get at the soft skin of her chest, beneath my palm I could feel the rapid pounding of what I sought. Those mounds of flesh that females have called breasts were in the way, but they were much softer then bone so they put up little resistance. She thrashed in my hold as hot blood spilled all over the ground, coating us both as I pinned her beneath me. Her breast plate was a weak barrier and was pried up and away easily, and there it was bared before my eye. Crimson in color and not as large as I had imagined it would be, it pulsed and moved as it beat a rapid rhythm. I reached in and gingerly closed my fingers around the beating organ, fascinated at the strange strength it seemed to posses as it pounded in my palm. I didn't disconnect it from the female just yet though, I knew that when I did that strange muscle would cease its movements. But it wasn't as strong anymore and I was confused now, how could this be?

"I still do not understand, what does Love look like? If this is the Heart then why can I not see it?" Perhaps I can't see it in this female, perhaps this is not what I'm looking for. One glance at her face made the thought solidify, so that was it was it? "There is no love in your Heart for me to see, I need to look at a better one. A stronger one, so I can examine the Love I look for." With that I ripped the organ out of her chest, blood erupting everywhere. As I stared at it I wondered if there was a trick to it somehow, I did not possess the blood and Heart in my body like humans. Tipping my head back I held the still warm Heart up and opened my mouth, letting the blood that dripped from it flow down my throat and into my body. If I drank the Life's blood of a human would I be able to feel what they do, or will it help me understand better? True or not I no longer had a reason to linger now, so without a glance at the long dead and broken body on the ground I headed back to the mansion and my new residence after picking up the shattered remains of my lost sister. A fine drizzle began that soon soaked me, it would wash away most of the evidence of the night...*

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