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Teeth grit tightly together as Ruby lips pulled back into a vicious snarl. This cocky bastard was grating at her nerves. With a jaguar-like roar, she lunged for the Espada an before he could blink, slashed his chest wide open, then spun in the air faster than even hollow eyes could keep up with and sent a spine crunching kick to his lower back. This sent him hurtling back in the direction from which he came, but she wasn't done yet. Using sonido, she appeared just a few yards in front of his airborne form and grabbed his shoulders, flipped him over his head, then flung him toward the ground below.

In shock, the Espada didn't try to stop himself from pummeling into the sand and creating a large crater. He didn't have time to recover, either, because Rosetta plummeted towards him and landed a brutal kick to his head, slamming it further into the dirt. Finally, she backed off, and sonido'ed 100 feet away.

"Let this be a lesson to you, peasant cat." Then she was gone.

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He was wrong.. he had to be! He was lying to her, to get inside her head, to mess with her, to steer her away from Lord Sosuke. That had to be it, right?

Or was he actually telling the truth..? Was Aizen deceiving her? Could a man of such immense power and grace be trusted as he promised?

She needed to get away; needed to take out her frustration on something. What did Aizen say call the creatures inhabiting Wakomundo? Hallows? Yes.. she could go kill a few.. clear her head then just go back to her chambers to be alone. She didn’t manage to get far, However.

“OI!” 

“Shit..” she grumbled, turning to see with no surprise the sexta standing not far behind her. “What the hell do you want now, Espada?” she demanded, a little aggravated. That stupid grin returned to his features, the same cocky one from earlier.

“Instead a’ jus’ blindly attackin’ useless hollows, how ‘bout a real fuckin’ challenge? We were interrupted the first time we met,” he replied casually, still grinning. Oh, how she wished to wipe that smug look off his cat-like face.

“Fine..” She agreed, “if it gets you away from me afterwards, I don’t care,” she added, growling lowly.

“Oi, Rose. C'mere.” @grxmxtta

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His first mistake was calling her a slang nickname. His second was disrespectfully cursing at her. Tearing her gaze away from effortlessly to sigh and close her eyes, she shoved a hand into her pocket and spoke. "You will address me as Fuentes, and nothing more. As for your questions, if I knew, it would still be none of your business, Sexta. Now, if you'll excuse me," that's when she turned and began heading for Lord Aizen's chambers as requested.

“Oi, Rose. C'mere.” @grxmxtta

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Jade hues flickered in the sexta's direction. After the meeting the night she arrived at Las Noches, or the 'welcome dinner' as Aizen so pathetically called it, Lord Sosuke had informed her of each Espada and their abilities as well as personalities. This one in particular, she had been thoroughly educated. Aizen knew the Espada would take a fancy to her, and advised to keep her guard up at all costs.

Keeping a shoulder to him in a defensive stance, she turned slightly toward him and stared expectantly with a guarded expression.

"Yes, Sexta?"

“Oi, Rose. C'mere.” @grxmxtta

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Sigh

Unfortunately, I'm at work, and today we are agonizingly slow. And, to top it off, I'm with the most intimidating coworkers who makes me feel insignificant, awkward, and small. I have only done one haircut since nine this morning, whilst my coworker had had three due to appointments. Help.

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No Place Like Home

Hot steam clouded a white tile room and fogged large mirrors, running water filling an enormous wood bathtub. How lovely. A servant of some sort- fraccion, as it was previously called- had drawn the bath for Rosetta and added some sweet smelling salts and oils. The water was a pink tint now, and steamed heavily. The fraccion bowed before leaving her alone with her thoughts. She didn't remember much, not even a bath- what it was or how to use it- but that didn't suggest instinct didn't tell her what to do. Hesitantly, she gripped the white fluffy robe she wore then glanced toward the door, her keen sight searching the knob to double check that it was locked. Satisfied that it was locked, she stepped into the hot water, and let out a luxurious groan. It was so much more lovely than she had imagined. Thankfully, she has be previously hosed off, so none of the caked on blood stained the pretty water. Rosetta sank as far as she could into the heat until she was fully submerged in hot heaven. Tense, achy muscles relaxed and loosened, while sore joints eased of stiffness. She could get used to this.. ..................................................................... Later, Captain Sosuke Aizen stood from his chair to begin the meeting. All the Epsada sat patiently-- well, most of them, anyway-- awaiting what would this special announcement might be, although Grimmjow already had a pretty good idea. "We have a new guest joining us. She has no particular rank, nor is she an Espada or Hollow, but she is in the same power level as Nelliel, and will be treated like you would treat myself. If there is any quarrel, she will come directly to me, and you'll face consequences. She is very powerful, very important, and very merciless, so if you wish to pick a fight, I will not guarantee your survival, nor will she be responsible for damage." Cerulean hues rolled as Grimmjow fought an audible groan. This was fucking ridiculous. Who cared about the bitch? She had no damn business being here anyway. "Now," Aizen continued, "she has no recollection of her past, and I wish to keep it that way. She doesn't know who or what La Muerta Verde was, nor is she aware that it was her, and I wish to keep it that way. Understood?" Everyone nodded, but Grimm perked up. La Muerta Verde? What the hell was that? Now, he was definitely curious, and needed answers soon. Perhaps he'd make a trip to the library later. "Finally, as I am sure all of you are eager to meet our new guest, she will be joining us for dinner once she is finished cleaning up and dressed," a door creaked behind him, and he turned to face it. "Ah, and here she is." He held out a hand to her, much like a gentleman offering to dance, and she placed a frail, dainty, hand- very tiny in comparison to Aizen's- within the Captain's palm as she stepped closer. Her expression was blank, guarded, showed no emotion at all, and her skin was pale white. Not quite as white as Ulquiorra, but still quite pale. It was almost....deathly. Greyish, and practically translucent, but resembled porcelain still. Clear, flawless, expect for random scars throughout the exposed portions of her skin. Almost like lacerations with a blade that never healed properly. Her clothes were like normal Espada attire; white hakama that hung low on wide hips, black sash that acted as a belt, black tube top barley covering fairly large breasts, small white jacket that hung open and showed off her flat stomach and belly ring, but she remained barefoot. Her long crimson hair cascaded behind her and flowed over slim shoulders, bright green eyes dull and uninterested. She smiled admiringly at Aizen for a brief moment before her expression returned to its guarded state. "This is Rosetta Fuentes. She is a vampyre." She gave a slight nod in recognition, but that was all. "Do you wish to join us for dinner, Miss Rosetta?" Aizen has asked in his velvety voice. She shook her head. "No disreapect, My Lord, forgive me. But, I'd prefer to hunt for my food instead of drink it from a wine glass, and I'd rather not have my newest fellow subordinates see such a sight after just meeting me." Grimmjow froze again. It wasn't the first time hearing her voice since he had already met with her previously in the court yard, but out there, her voice was rough, abrasive, cold, full of hatred and fire. Ready to strike and kill at any time. This time it was totally different altogether. She sounded soft, sweet, gentle, and invitingly warm. Kind, innocent, and pure. Like she wouldn't hurt a fly without breaking down into tears. It reminded Grimmjow of heated silk. Warm milk and honey. All things delicate. He blinked, a bit astonished by how her voice affected him; he took a good look around the hall, and realized he wasn't the only one. Nnoitra, especially, seemed intrigued. His devious grin, however, made Grimmjow uncomfortable and put him on edge. Even Ulquiorra was somewhat interested. Was this how she lured in her prey when she was in the World of the Living? "Of course, of course, I apologize for not asking you first in how your prefer your meals. I only assumed, and that is my own fault. My sincerest apologies, Miss Rosetta." Aizen answered sweetly, giving the deathly pale hand a delicate kiss on the wrist. A faint smile was given, followed by a wave of dismissal. "Please, My Lord, no need for such displays, it is quite alright. I shall stay, I just won't be dinning." "Very well. You may sit here in this empty seat," he gestured to the chair next to his at the empty table, she bowed, thanked him, then sat silently the rest of the evening, not taking her eyes off the superior. ................................................................... It wasn't until a few hours later that Rosetta was shown to her quarters. Of course it was away from everyone else and closer to Aizen's chambers, but to her that didn't matter. She didn't really care. It was all a show. Free food, free shelter, free clothes, she didn't care about any of that, really. Simply appreciated it all. Tonight, she would just crawl into bed and sleep for the first time in what seemed like her whole existence. She didn't even have time to enjoy the luxuriousness of the wonderful bed; as soon as her tired head hit the pillow, she was out like a light, instantly slipping into blank, dreamless unconsciousness.

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So far, so good.

I'm liking the story so far, and I'm in a hurry to continue writing, but I need to be patient. Aaaaaaaaaaaaa

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Curiosity Killed the Cat

Silence. Dead silence. The battle had ceased, and the participants vanished. How disappointing. Instead of fleeing, however, it was decided to stay and investigate the damage to see exactly who was here, and how strong they were. Prowling along the perimeter of what looked to be a court yard, it was clear that whomever was engaged in battle were strong enough to break concrete with ease. What a delightful surprise; so was the new visitor in this strange new world. ....................................................................... As Grimmjow await in his hiding place, he absently wondered about Aizen's meeting in a few hours and what it could be for. He never usually showed interest in the meetings, but somehow this seemed different. Aizen was almost tingling with excitement when he announced the conference earlier that morning. Mentioned something about a surprise. Tch, whatever. It didn't matter, anyway. Not like Grimmjow would really pay that much attention, important or not. He didn't fucking care. That's when he saw her. Grimmjow froze and stared. He couldn't take his eyes off her. A pale woman- almost as pale as Ulquiorra, if that where possible- with fiery red locks that flowed all around her with the Las Noches wind. The crimson hair looked soft and smooth as silk, and her eyes- holy shit, her eyes. They were glowing. A bright, glittering shade of emerald green that illuminated most of her face and accented her hair. Razor sharp fangs were prominently displayed, as well as long, thin, talon like nails, whilst she stalked the damage from Grimmjow and Nnoitra's previous spar. She was launched over like some sort of wild animal, growling lowly as she would sniff some rubble then snort in disapproval. But that's not was so strange. She was soaked in blood. It had dried and caked to her face, still dampened her hair which clung to her scalp. Her tattered dark jeans and mid-drif tank were still soaked and heavy from it, but she didn't seem to notice any of it. Just continued about her business investigating the piles of concrete and steel. A devious grin stretched across cat-like features. This would be way too easy. He could sonido over there and shoot a cero right through her torso and she'd be gone. But where's the challenge in that? He wanted a fight. Something to push his boundaries and really make him try. Suddenly, a voice came from behind him. "I wouldn't try it, if I were you." Grimm jumped and spun around. "What the fuck!?" He almost squeaked, then stopped. It was her. The glow in her eyes gone, now, jade hues glittering up at him. "So, you're the partial cause of this mess," she retorted casually, glancing behind him. "What is this place?" Too bad Grimmjow wasn't in the mood for small talk. "Tch, shut your fucking mouth, bitch!" He had shouted as he lunged for her, but she was too fast. Before the blue haired Espada could blinks, she had dodged fluidly and grasped his arm, then twisted it behind his back before slamming his face into the nearest pillar. "Know your opponent before you blindly attack," she deadpanned in his ear before dropping him to the ground and swiftly catching a safe distance. "Don't you fucking scold me like a god damn parent, bitch," he growled as he slowly stood up to dust himself off. "I'm the fucking king, and I do whatever the hell I want!" "Grimmjow." A stern, velvety voiced had called out from behind him. Aizen had appeared from thin air, his sly grin prominent. "Is that any way to treat our new guest?" The blue haired male stayed silent as his leader approached the woman. A large hand gently laid on his chest as a single bow was given. "I have been expecting you. I am Captain Sosuke Aizen, leader of Las Noches. I'm very pleased to meet you, Miss. Please, may I have your name?" Name. Hmm. Did she have one? She racked her brain for something, anything that was familiar. "R... Rosetta." She replied after a moment. "Rosetta...Fuentes." The last name rolled off her tongue in a brilliant Spanish accent, revealing her possible origin. "Ah, well, Ms. Rosetta, welcome to Las Noches. Please, if you will follow me, we will get you cleaned up and in some fresh clothes. Placing an arm behind her, his hand hovered over the small of her back as he stretched out the other limb and lead the way as she followed without qualm. Grimmjow, however, stood there steaming in anger. He had to go fucking kill something to rid himself of this anger and fast... Off to the sands to find some worthless hollow. .x.

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White

That's all the eye could see for miles; flat, pearly grey sand against a greyish white sky. Only faded, blurry memories graced emerald green hues as a pale, thin fame wandered aimlessly for who knew how long. These memories were jumbled, confusing, unclear, and the creature tried making heads or tails of them all; tired identifying the unfamiliar places and faces, the screams, all the blood. So much blood. Puddles of it, everywhere in every memory. What did it all mean? Why was there so much of it? Why was it there? Where did it all come from? Who's blood was it? And who spilled it? Why where these memories relevant? To whom did they belong? So many questions and no one to answer them. And what about this place? So barren, empty, lifeless. Nothingness, all around. Nothing but wind, sand, and sky. Endless sky. Fiery red locks whipped about a lithe form as a gust of wind whirled angrily and threw sand into tired eyes. How irritating. Fangs bared in annoyance, a low growl rumbling within a small chest whilst longs talon-like nails fluttered to shield sensitive corneas. Once able to see again, sharp sight spotted a building of sorts in the distance. Was the ground...shaking? Something was happening over there. But what? Suddenly, a black spec shot into the sky, followed by another, then the shrill strike if steel against steel and the obvious sparks flying from such. A battle? Out here in the middle of nowhere? Curiosity overpowered, and excitement raced down an eagerly arched spine before bolting towards the edging violence. ................................................................. An enraged cry split the air as a blue blur whizzed toward a gangly frame. Grimmjow and Nnoitra were ignorantly fighting yet again over who was strongest, and Grimmjow was as determined as ever to prove he was king. Of course, he was failing against the higher ranking Espada. Nnoitra laughed as the two clanged swords together, then effortlessly flung the sexta into another pillar and sent it crashing to the ground in a heap of rubble. Pathetic. "Tch, I'm fuckin' done with this shit, today, asshole," the quinto grunted as he swung his weapon over his shoulder. "I suggest you clean your ass up before Aizen's meeting later," he added, before sonidoing out of sight. Furious, Grimmjow let out a growl and slammed his fist into the nearest concrete, causing it to crumble into pieces. "You...fucking...ASSHOLE!" He exclaimed, then suddenly stopped, wide eyed. Something was approaching, and fast. A devious grin of excitement crossed bloody features as cerulean hues lit up. Seems like easy prey, judging by the spiritual pressure, but could put up a decent fight. Excellent. This could be fun.

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Okay

So, I'm going to move on from here and start writing fanfics. Rewriting Rosetta's story is becoming a bit tedious and a little boring, and I'm somewhat anxious to get busy with Grimetta

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Family

Time passed on, and the fiery little vampyre grew. She developed quickly, as their species naturally does-- well, from their point of view, at least. From the human point of view, vampyres seem ageless; one year to a vampyre is an entire lifetime to a human. But, their minds develop quickly, as well. The intelligence of a vampyre toddle is already equivalent to that of a late teenage human or a human in their early twenties. That said, by the age of five, Rosetta had already obtained incredible intellect, and had established a deep, emotional bond with her loving parents. She was spoiled by the King and Queen, but she herself was never rotten from the special treatment, being mature enough to simple appreciate it and return all the love she'd receive. Unfortunately, by age ten, Theebus reared his ugly mug back into the picture, this time far more confident than before that he could defeat Vladimir and steal the thrown, and once again the King was forced to leave for war. But he never returned. Years later, the queen was informed that her husband was slaughtered in battle, and Theebus had assumed power over the land. She and her daughter fled. Who knows how long they ran. How far they traveled. How much time had passed. How long they hid from the world. Fortunately enough for the two, the queen stumbled across a raggedy old, sickly village in desperate need of help. Esther was more that proficient in the art of herbal and natural healing, and was soon welcomed graciously by the needy villagers. By this time, Rosetta was almost 18, and worked alongside her mother in harmony. Soon, however, feeding for the vampryes became quite complicated, and several villagers were becoming suspicious. It wasn't long before the two were trialed for being "witches" (being that they didn't understand what vampyres were so long ago), and poor, sweet, innocent Esther was tied to a splintery wood pole and burned alive right in front of young Rosetta. She screamed, a blood-curdling sound that was very unfamiliar to the daughter's sharp, sensitive hearing. And all the poor vampling could do was stare in horror and scream back, tears striking porcelain skin. She begged for death from the villagers; to join her mother in the afterlife so that she wouldn't be separated from the last of her family. The last piece of her once beautiful life. But the refused her. Simply beat her til she couldn't move, then literally kicked her battered frame out of the village. All the gentle folks who once adored her and her mother now viciously beating her, burning Esther, and yelling at her to leave, Demanding she never return. So she did. With little strength she had left, the young vampryss scrambled to her feet and ran. And ran. And ran, and ran, and ran.

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Wandering

How long has it been..? Months? Years? Decades?

Even centuries.

Yes. It had been many centuries. A couple hundred centuries. Yet, each passing orbit of the Earth about the Sun, only felt like seconds. Death had surrounded life long ago and took hold of everything that was wonderfully pleasant; snatched away family, tortured loved ones, ended the innocent, right before young, barely lived eyes. Before a hardly experienced soul could relish in the pleasures of life, love, nature, laughter, and warmth; before new birth could even begin to grow and learn, death, disease, and detestation was thrown into the picture. And soon, that was all the poor thing would ever know.

This is her story.

Rosetta Fuentes. Daughter of Vladimir Fuentes, King of Spanish Vampyres, and her muther, Esther Fuentes, the king’s loyal wife and queen. A happy family.

The King, Vladimir, was of course the greatest fighter in all of Spain. How else would a Vampyres assume the thrown of every bloodlustful creature in the land? His wife, Esther, she was quite the beauty, and was by Vladimir’s side long before he gained his new title as King. She only naturally assumed the Queen’s thrown beside him.

For thousands of years, they lived in peace; until his best friend and loyal partner, Theebus, became jealous of his brother’s newfound power. He torn the clan apart, separating the Vampyres right down the middle into two different districts; district alpha and district omega.

War broke loose; and Vladimir was forced to leave his pregnant wife in order to join his fellow warriors in battle. Theebus mercilessly attacked his ex comrades, and Vladimir gave it all his might.

At home in the castle, poor Esther was all alone; she had graciously sent all her servants home to be with their families, so she wandered the castle corridors day in and day out, awaiting her beloved’s return.

But he never came home.

Eventually, Esther went into labor. Alone in the dark castle with no help or medicine, she lie there in her large empty bed in agony for hours. Drenched in sweat, covered in her own blood, screaming hopelessly, it seemed endless. But finally, after hours and hours of horror, her beautiful princess, Rosetta, was born.

Almost as if Fate was in their hands,Theebus backed off for a moment, and Vladimir was able to return home the the most glorious surprise in all of his existence….his daughter.

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Hello

Rosetta admin, here. Thank you for being loyal to me, its much appreciated c: I'll be putting up the first story soon, so thanks for your patience!