Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. That was the sound of Ichigo's shoes on the pavement. He pulled his jacket closer to his lithe, half starved skinny body. It was a freezing night and his thin jacket wasn't helping much. His breaths were slow and warm, cooling seconds after leaving his mouth. Ichigo was an oranget Neko with soft brown eyes. He laid his ears flat against his head for warmth, his tail wrapped around his waist loosely. He shivered. It was too cold to be walking around. But Ichigo was a poor foster child. He got the bare minimal he needed to live, no more, no less.

Ichigo was so focused on his shivering body and finding his way through the dark streets, he didn't hear the soft snicker behind him. He didn't see the gleam of sharp, white teeth. He didn't know there was something behind him till those fangs sunk into his neck. He tried to scream but a hand covered his mouth. Ichigo could hear the light gulping and sucking of his blood. He suppressed a shiver.

After what seemed like eternally, Ichigo was released. He was pale from all the blood sucked out of him. He was shaky and almost instantly fell forward. Someone caught him. Ichigo saw white before passing out. Golden on black eyes glared at the thing that had drunk Ichigo's blood. "Touch MY prey again and I will murder you painfully and slowly" the voice snarled.

The vampire nodded quickly before running in fear. A soft smile appeared over the lips of Ichigo's holder. "You are safe now" the voice murmured to Ichigo. Ichigo purred softly, cuddling closer to the warmth.

Ichigo sat on a bench, next to him was a beautiful orangette, she looked so much like him. "Mommy…who are we waiting for?" the squeaky, child voice asked.

"One of my mommy's friend." His mother replied.

A human appeared, walking towards them. A little fox eared and tailed child with silver hair and slit eyes at his side. Ichigo saw his mother smile. "Sosuke…who's this?" she asked, looking at the silver haired child. The child was probably 6 or 7 years old compared to Ichigo's 5 years.

"My adopted son, Gin" the brown haired human smiled, a hand on Gin's head. "And this must be your son Ichigo" he added. Ichigo's mother nodded.

A few minutes later, Ichigo and Gin's parents were talking. Ichigo slid off the bench and went over to Gin. "Ichigo" he chirped, offering his head to shake.

Gin opened his light blue eyes to blink at Ichigo. Then he smiled. He took Ichigo's hand, flipping it and kissing the top. "Gin" he replied with the same chirp.

Ichigo was now on the ground, fawn colored eyes wide with shock, ears flat as they hid in his matching hair, hand locked between his chest and other hand, and a dark scarlet blush painted over his cheeks. "What was that for?" Ichigo squeaked.

"Greeting ~" Gin chirped.

Ichigo stared at the older hybrid before slowly nodding. "Oh" he muttered.

The scene suddenly changed. Ichigo was now12, laying flat on his back on an uncomfortable bed. It had been 6 years since his mom married Aizen, 4 years since she died, 3 years since this sexual abuse started. Ichigo groaned, feeling sharp teeth at his neck. His step father dug teeth in the soft part of his throat, sucking at it to draw blood. Ichigo groaned, his vision spotting and his strength draining. Aizen released his throat, lowering his head past the tore shirt to the thighs where the pants had been cut and tore open. Ichigo screamed as those sharp fangs bit on his member. "F-father, stop" he begged. No. Ichigo knew this was only the beginning of his nightly torture.

The picture shifted again. Ichigo was now sitting in front of three graves. His mother's, his father's, and his step-father's. He clenched his hands, crying. He hated Aizen, yet he was broken at knowing he was dead. Ichigo was all alone. He had no family left. He would be thrown into the foster care system or into orphanage, or maybe a slave. Ichigo shivered, tears falling down his cheeks as he sobbed. Alone. He was alone. He didn't belong to anyone. He was now an outcast. Nothing and no one could change this empty hole where his heart had been before it was brutally cut out.

Ichigo's eyes snapped open. He was surrounded by darkness. He could tell he was in a comfortable. Who? Then he felt a soft, warm breath on the back of his neck. He froze. Who was this? What happened? He remembered being…attacked. Was this the vampire? No…no…no. He smelled different. But he did smell faintly of blood, just not Ichigo's. A vampire. Ichigo's empty stomach churned in fear and displeasure. "You okay Ichi?" a voice asked. The same voice that was yelling before Ichigo passed out.

Ichigo simply shivered and whimpered, his ears laying flat against his head. The grip on him loosened. Ichigo wiggled away, turning to look at his captor. White. This vampire had white skin, white hair, and white clothes. The only color was the sky blue highlighted tongue and gold on black eyes. Ichigo gulped softly, starting to inch away. "I am not going to hurt you…I am going to protect you" Shiro stated.

Ichigo looked away, his eyes tilting down to make sure he was dressed. His shorts and hoodie were gone but he still had his black tights and long sleeve shirt on. "Vampires are demons. Demons are monsters. I don't like monsters. They are distrustful and evil, selfish." Ichigo stated softly.

"Ichigo I am not going…" Shiro started.

"YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A SELF-CENTERED, BLOOD SUCKING VAMPIRE! YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME OR ANYONE BUT YOURSELF" Ichigo snapped, eyes blazing with anger and mistrust.

Shiro stared at him for a few minutes. Then he reached a hand to touch Ichigo. The oranget slapped the hand away and scurried away. He looked scared and ready to cry. Shiro pulled his hand away, staring at Ichigo. "…I don't want your pity" Ichigo growled, his eyes shining with tears.

Shiro sighed, slipping off the bed. He felt Ichigo's eyes on him, vigilance of him. Shiro went to the door before looking over his shoulder at Ichigo. "If you are hungry then come along" he stated.

And with that the albino vampire left the room. Ichigo blinked, gawking at the door. This vampire WASN'T going to rape him. Yet at least. Ichigo let out a soft breathe before getting up and following. He hoped and prayed this man was different. After all he went through because of Aizen, he couldn't go through that again. It would really die if that happened.

A new story again. Aizen is sort of a dick in this story. Poor Ichigo *hugging him* But don't worry I am not heartless...I will make some happy moments...and a lot of sad moments ^^;

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