Don't freak out, I am still continuing She's Back. My internet went off on me over the weekend, and it was the weekend where I didn't have that much homework. So I was bursting with ideas and so I opened up word and typed away. The storyline is still under development but hopefully you like this little teaser.

Something was not right. Ichigo knew it from the minute they stormed out of the house. The air was heavy, pressing down on him from all sides. He could feel his mother's sweaty palms as she gripped his hand tightly. Every now and then, the sound of a clang or bark would cause her body to go rigid and tense.

No, something was definitely off this night. The sun was sinking lower and lower below the horizon's clean line. Painting the skies in purple, pink, and oranges hues. Every now and then, the tight face his mother wore would break away to reveal a comforting smile to her son.

He asked her twice about where they were going, and twice she denied him an answer. All she would say was that they were going to uncle Urahara's. They would visit the odd hermit from time to time, but Ichigo could not imagine why they were going there now.

He kept peering up at his mother through the fringe of his orange bangs, not understanding the turmoil present on her face. All he had mentioned was the strange fever that had taken a hold of him. His body felt heavy, and he could feel that the air was charged with a kind of energy. She gave him one glimpse, which was enough to make his mother rip off her apron and run out of the kitchen with a fury he had never seen. He thought he caught a glimpse of tears in her eyes, but he'd never be sure.

Her shoes clacked across the gravel in a rushed pace, while she gently tugged the nine-year-old along. Now came the part where she hesitated in front of an alley, seeming to stare off into the darkness. Ichigo's eyes alternated between his mother and the pitch black alleyway. The streetlights flickered and then stopped. Darkness was draped across the city. The gears from backup generators started to rotate, and the street shops and restaurants were illuminated again.

He could hear some rustling coming from the dark space, but only thought it to be a rodent or some animal. A hushed whimper echoed through the night air. Ichigo gripped his mother's hand as tight as he could, tugging on it to coerce her away from the foreboding place. Lightening filled the sky and revealed the image of a bloody body levitated in mid-air. The owner's eyes were wide with fear, and his mouth seemed forced shut by an invisible hand. In that short flash of light, Ichigo thought he had seen something. Something that was vague and very large; something that shouldn't be seen. The line between it and the wall behind it were blurred and distorted. There was some sort of creature there. But what it was, he didn't know and didn't want to know.

His mother kneeled down to his level and whispered in a rushed tone, "Go into that store Ichigo and stay there! I'll be back for you, I promise!" With that she turned and walked into the alley, her whole body rigid and tense.

Ichigo tried to move his legs. One leg wanted to go after his mother, and the other wanted to do as she said, but his mind was torn. Soft droplets pelted his skin. His hair slowly drooped down onto his forehead which grew creased with worry. Lightening filled the sky again though the image it revealed was not a stranger's body that laid in mid-air, but that of his mother.

"Mom!" Ichigo screamed, and the blood rushed back into his frozen veins. He ran towards the danger that lingered in the alley, his head filled with the last images of his mother. He was blind in the darkness, but he didn't care. His only thoughts were of his mother. A prayer kept running through his head.

"Please let her be okay…please let her be okay…Please let her–"

He tripped over something solid, yet soft. He felt his way across the ground, suddenly aware of the ferocious growls in the distance. Quivering hands came across clothing; His heartbeat increased for fear that this was his mother. Another flash tore across the sky, and the creases on his forehead relaxed ever so slightly. He looked upon the other person whose eyes were no longer wide with fear but frozen with death. Goosebumps rose along his skin. Ichigo flinched at the sound of the thunder ringing out against the night. But it wasn't the thunder that he feared, it was the growl that was mixed with it. Something grabbed at his leg, and he screamed.

"Ichigo…" his mother whispered in a weak voice, "run!" She sounded as if she were choking.

Ichigo scrambled across the grimy ground towards her body and took her cold hand into his. No matter how much she tried to make him run, he wouldn't budge. This was his guardian... his angel... his mother. Nothing would make him leave her to die alone.

At that minute, a cold monstrous hand gripped his neck and picked him up off the floor. "Help!" he tried to scream out, but the air had been ripped from his lungs. His vision was slowly growing blurred, and soon he started to slip in and out of consciousness. He was jolted awake by an agonizingly loud screech from the monster. Before he knew it, he had been dropped onto the cold concrete like a sack of bricks. He choked on the water that was pelting and blinding him. Ichigo tried his hardest to move, to find the energy to do something.

He turned on his side and dragged himself closer to his mom. He fought the throbbing pain that began to spread through his right forearm. Nothing he was physically feeling could compare to what he felt at the sight of her bleeding out.

"I love you," he heard, and tears began to sting at his eyes.

"Don't say that mom. You promised, we have to walk out of here together," he replied, his voice shaking.

He needed to get help. He was trapped in this black cage, not knowing which way was the exit. The streetlights were all out again. He just needed the stormy skies to grant him one last wish. On cue, lightning lit the sky up, and he caught a glimpse of the monster. It was so odd, he hated that thing, but he was hypnotized by it. Her brilliant violet eyes were fixed upon him. Her deathly pale skin glowed against the night. It looked as cold as ice and fragile as glass; he almost flinched at the thought of touching it and having it crumble in his hands. His eyes finally fell upon her mouth and the two protruding fangs. The image forced an icy dread to spread from his core to the very tips of his limbs. Whether it was out of awe or fear he could not know.

The thunder shook him out of his reverie. Ichigo knelt over and planted one last kiss on his mother's cheek. He ran with all the strength left in his body towards the opening.

"HELP!" Ichigo screamed, as he came to. His hand came up to wipe away at the cold sweat that was covering his body. His chest rose and fell heavily in an un-syncopated rhythm. He gasped for air as he tried to get rid of the images from the nightmare. He grabbed for the glass of water at his bedside and almost dropped it on account of the burning sensation in his right arm. Thunder rang out into the night, as rain bombarded his window. The sheets ruffled around Ichigo as he turned onto his stomach and buried his face into his pillow. Oh how he hated the rain, especially at night when all his monsters seemed to come off of their leashes.

I know its short but I promise there is more to come. Hope you enjoyed.
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