Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach; Tite Kubo owns it. This is just a vampire fanfic of the anime. Please read and review!

- Hichigo's POV -

Kill only those that have done wrong... one of the major rules that we vampires have. Another rule was that we should not be that much of the center of attention though some know that we exist. We just don't want our existence to become a bigger commotion and we want it so stay like that. I was walking down a street, wearing nothing but black on my head and body so that I could blend in with the shadows given by the dark night. Just then I saw a young boy, with hair that glowed like the sunset. He was fighting other boys his age, using only his fists.

It amazed me, he was unique. The scent of his blood was making me lose control of my hunger, and it was hard to fight but I did my best to hold back. He seemed too special to be just fed on by my kind, and I just watched as he beat them up and they ran away from him in fear. He did not see me as I was hiding under a shady area, though he sensed my presence for a moment. I was relieved that he let it aside and walked away. I did not follow him and looked as he disappeared the farther he walked. But that would not be the last time I'll see him. I've never felt this way before towards anybody.

- Ichigo's POV -

It was boring, another day in the school I've been studying in for nine years, listening to the teacher's lessons with my old classmates. There is nothing interesting about life, it's all just boring. Whatever is new becomes boring right after a while. And I sighed at that fact. Finally the bell rang, so that I could go home and take my rest. It was luck that gave me no homework or school project today. As I walked out the school, I felt a pair of eyes look at me with hunger on them, and I looked around to see who was that. Everybody seemed normal so I ignored it and continued walking my way back home.

Before I could open the door of my house, it fell down. Dad did not get it repaired yet and I sighed. I went in, taking off my shoes and going up to my room. My sisters weren't home yet, and well they're never home since seven years ago. We were on a trip to our vacation house, and there was a car accident. My mom and my sisters died from severe bleeding. Only me and my dad survived, though with scars. Dad has a large scar on his stomach, while I have a scar that covers whole of my back and part of my chest.

We never talked about it since, and we're sort of distant now but we still support each other when needed. But whatever, I don't care about that anymore. It's been a long time now. Again, I got that feeling that I was being watched by something, or someone. Now I was irritated, because that feeling kept on making my stomach lurch. I took a glass and threw it at the wall, as I tried to drive this feeling away. Even though I did that crazy act, the feeling did not disappear and I've had it. For the past few days this has been happening and I really want it to vanish.

Then suddenly, I saw a dark figure out the window and he was smirking at me. Then the next second he was gone like thin air and somehow I could still sense him. Maybe he was the one responsible why I always felt that someone was watching me, so I ran out of the house and kept on running, not knowing where exactly I was going. But the more I ran the more I felt that he was close. So I kept on going, until he appeared in front of my eyes.

"... Are you the one who kept on watching me?" I growled at him, hoping that it's a yes so that I could take care of it already. Though the answer was something that made me pissed all the more. "And what if I am the one who did? What are you going to do about it?" Somehow, his smile creeps me out. This guy was like some sort of maniac and it was annoying. All of a sudden he disappeared, and he was behind me. My vision became cloudy and my body felt very heavy, that I passed out before I knew it. The last thing I saw was his face that was calm yet it was evil at the same time.

I woke up, my vision starting to become clear. I thought that it was just a dream and I was in my room, but I was wrong. The room was three times as big as my own room and the bed was a canopy bed, with black drapes hanging over me. The bed was surprisingly soft and comfortable, and the wall was made of pure cypress wood. The floor was marble, and there were a few sconces on the wall, the light it was giving being a little dim. Whoever owns this guy was fucking rich, and I stood up but I nearly stumbled as my body was still numb. Before I could take another step a white wolf with yellow eyes appeared, slowly moving towards me with a small growl escaping its mouth. "What the fuck?" I muttered under my breath, and the wolf began transforming.

Its paws turned into hands and feet, the head became that of a human's and now he was in human form. But there were a few things that were different: his hair and skin were very, very white, his eyes yellow. I was beginning to think if this creep was even human at all. Wait... I remember now. He was the guy who I was chasing a while ago. "You awake now, Ichigo?" As he 'greeted' me, I saw his teeth. There were fangs, sharp and pointed fangs. I heard rumors about this town having vampire attacks once in a while, like people betting bite marks on their necks or shoulders. This albino is one of them, a vampire.