Summery: hichigo, who is a vampire, needed a snack. But after, he caught the eyes of a fight, a fight that would lead him to hell, and lead him back. This fight, was against one orange haired fallen angel, and numerous vampires. Can he live? Or will hichigo help? Or will he die?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of bleach or bleach characters, that's for tite kubo :'( sadly…

~ nightmare ~

The moon was at its highest, redeeming itself, as the pale teen liked to say. It shown down on the night, flashing off his fangs that sprung out from his gums. He couldn't last too much longer, and he needed to feed. Bad.

Hichigo ogichi shirosaki was, indeed, a vampire. And he's hated every second of it. The immortality doesn't even put a dent in it. Sure, it was cool when it first happened. But after a while everyone started to disappear around him, his family, his friends, his own mind. Now all that happens are people subconsciously lusting after the poor vampire, and he thought it wasn't fair. He wanted to be normal, like everyone else. He wanted to be loved. But NO, he couldn't be normal. No one in this world could be.

A light flashed to the side of him, and he caught the eye of a woman snapping a picture at him. The slut. But he needed blood, and he needed it bad. So this girl was actually in the right place, at the right time, for him.

Hichigo grinned at the woman, and his eyes grew more yellow than they already were, or shining is more like it. He lifted up his finger, and motioned the woman to come closer. The woman obliged, and moved closer with a giggle. He chuckled on his own, to. This woman was so stupid. She didn't even know what she was getting in to. But, when did he care?

He leaned down into the woman, and plunged his extending fangs into the girls flesh. The woman let out a low moan, and leaned into hichigo. He chuckled against her neck and bit down harder. Oh, the sweet taste of blood. So rich and salty, but so tangy and sweet at the same time. Nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to the smell, the taste to blood.

And how he loved it.

When he let go of the whore, she immeadately slumped I his shoulders. He sighed. One thing bad about being a vampire. Keeping it covered, and not ditching the bodies right there.

Hichigo leaned the body against alley wall, and walked out of it. He wiped the remaining blood off his lips, and looked around. Oh, the sweet night. How hichigo loved the night. The calmness, the darkness, the mysteriousness. Its all a breath of fresh air to him.

The albino was cut off at that moment when he heard shouts a little ways away. he cocked his head to the side, and followed the shrieks til he finally was in ear shot.

"LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" a voice shrieked out.

"hell no!" hichigo went into seeing shot, and saw a vibrant orange haired teen being circled by a bunch of thugs. Only… they weren't thugs. Well, not to hichigo anyway. To the orangette, they were probably thugs. But to hichigo, well…

To hichigo they were vampires.

The pale teen was spiked in curiosity, and moved closer to watch the show. Somehow, he wanted to help the stunning orangette, but he needed to stay away. it wasn't good to take someone else's lunch.

The first vampire threw the first punch. But surprisingly, to hichigo, the teen caught it, and whipped out a knife, jabbing it into the vampires side. The others crowded around him, and the teen snickered at the on-comers.

"ichigo kurosaki, I will kill you for that!" the first one shrieked, who had been jabbed in the side.

So his name was ichigo kurosaki, eh?

"not on your life. You seriously need to stop targeting me, your not gonna get anywhere with it." The teen, ichigo, leaped forward, and punched the second vampire in the jawbone. It sent the vampire flying, which no normal human could do. Just who was this ichigo kid? No, correction. Just WHAT was this ichigo kid?

The second one came rounding him, and ichigo turned around, just as a punch was thrown to his face. On his own speed, he caught the punch, sending one of his own. Ichigo, being himself, was totally un-aware of the albino watching him.

But more came coming. By the pack. Vampires were flocking in around him, and hichigo sent a worried glance at ichigos face. He couldn't see him well, of course, but it was still there. But ichigos face was calm, not snickering. Did he think he would survive?

"ichigo kurosaki, you will pay" said a calm voice, coming from behind the orange haired teen. He turned to come face to face with a brown haired, smiling vampire.

"aizen" ichigo stated, glaring at the form by him. ichigo stiffened.

"yes, my dear little ichigo. Im surprised you remember. Considering that you were so young... so young when I killed you precious little family... poor boy." aizen mockingly said, while snickering at the teen who went ridged next to him.

"I remember. I remember it all. And this time, I will be the one walking away, and you will be the one begging for your life to be spared." Ichigo said, slitting his eyes at aizen.

"oh, all in good time, all in good time…" aizen lifted his hand, and snapped his fingers towards a huddling group of vampires. They came forward.

"kill him." said aizen, smiling at the snarling teen.

Just who in hell is this boy? Hichigo hadn't ever seen anything like it. He was sure he was human, considering he doesn't feel a thing about him. Nothing, zero, nada. Nothing that showed he was human, nor vampire. But he was amazed. Amazed at the guys strength, his sturdiness, his ambition.

A cry came from a few people, making hichigo snap back to the scene before him. a few people were knocked out, and ichigo was panting heavily. But it looked like he wasn't hurt, making hichigo relieved. …wait. Since when was he relived someone didn't die? Ugh, something must be fucking with his head.

"told you…" ichigo muttered. But more advanced, and he was getting tired. He needed to release his form, but was hesitant. Ichigo knew someone was watching him, but to who, he didn't know. And he didn't need someone to go on and on about his form, and have to erase their memories. The last time that happened…no, don't even go there.

Ichigo let out a sigh, and thought better of it. If he didn't release his other form, then he would most likely die. Too many people were here, for even ichigo to handle.

The orangette closed his eyes, and tilted his head back. As always, his body was lifted up, as a bright flash of light was brought around him. everyone stared, and that was common. On his back, he could feel two holes being drawn on his back. Of course, it didn't hurt on him. more like made a rush go throughout his body. Ichigos back arched, tossing his head back in the same motion, and felt the holes growing bigger, into now, full blown wings.

The wings were black and shiny, even silky, to his admittance. He loved those wings. They were light, but huge and slick, with feathers breaking away from every angle. A sword formed in his hand, also. His sword, otherwise known as zangetsu, was streaked black, all the way up to the hilt. On the grip were red diamonds, surrounded by everlasting blackness. He loved his sword, to.

Hichigo had to hold back a gasp when he saw the teen transform. He saw wings immeadately transpire from the orangettes back, flying out from side to side. And oh god, were they HUGE. But beautiful, all the same.

The next thing that came was ichigos sword. It looked very fragile, but from seeing what ichigo can do, it wouldn't be the least fragile. It was shiny, sleek black, up to the hilt. When the hilt was formed, it had red diamonds, surrounded by black. That to, was surprisingly… not shocking….

"w-w-w-what is that!" the vampires said around him, only aizen expressionless.

"oh. so you've reached… it.." aizen said, muttering under his breath.

"hell yeah I have" was all ichigo had to say, when he lunged at the awaiting vampires by him. the all let out a squeak, running to all sides. See how badass you are now, vampires….. ichigo thought, while he latched onto one vampire, snapping its neck before tossing it to the side. Ichigo sighed. This is going to be a long night…

He continued to lunge after them, his wings promptly folded at his sides. They weren't of use yet, so he didn't need them. All that he needed was the speed boost, which also happened in the form change. Ichigo went through thirteen more, and the odds seemed to be thinning out. Thank god.

Only a few more stood, including this 'aizen' man. Hichigo saw ichigo tense, but went through the rest like they were useless. Finally, ichigo stopped at the other form, aizen. Hichigo thought the battle might tenser here, but he couldn't take his eyes off the orangette. Yeah, he knew it sounded cheesy. But he was…awed at such a power. It might even match up to his own, but he didn't know for sure. But ichigos looks sure did… oh no, no time to be thinking about that, stupid hichigo.

"so, ichigo, it seems you've gotten stronger…" said aizen, as if it was a regular conversation.

"no duh." Ichigo said coldly, his eyes blaring with fire at the grown man before him. the man chuckled.

"still so naïve I see" aizen said, tsking at the teen before him. "so naïve…."

"I aint naïve. All I have to do is defeat you, and then im released from these binds."

What binds? Hichigo thought, staring at the two chat. He had to cock his head to the side, staying hidden only by the spell the prompted him. one of the only things about being good for a vampire: the spells.

"oh ichigo, ichigo, ichigo…" aizen said, "do you ever learn?" suddenly, aizen charged at the teen, his fangs extending out while it happened. Wings shot out from his back as well, but his looked more… .dirty. not pure, like ichigos, but… rusty? Or dried out?

Ichigo snorted. Its been a while since he seen aizen in that form, and he wasn't surprised to see it as ugly as before. Even his wings took a toll on his body. But, to his gratification, aizen seemed weaker.

Aizen's sword slowly descended in his own fingertips, his being plain white. He lifted the sword, clashing them with ichigos own. The force made his eyes widen slightly, but otherwise wash it off. He knew he was stronger than this... killer… and he would take revenge. Revenge on what he did to his parents, his sisters, his family. And goddammit, if he had to die to do it, he would.

But the itchy feeling that someone was watching him never left, and he looked around, but seeing no one. Why? He didn't know.

"oh, ichi. Its not smart to take your eyes off your opponent." Aizen said, pressing his sword harder on ichigos.

"shut up…" he muttered, pushing back with as much, if not more, force as aizen was producing. Aizen's eyes widened slightly, but stayed calm. Oh, how ichigo hated when he was calm. It got on his nerves so bad….

They continued to fight, pretty even as it were. Ichigo and aizen were both panting now, glaring at eachother with evil glares.

"you progressed further than I thought…." aizen said, sheathing his sword. Ichigo blinked at the man, a little confused at what he was doing.

"what-?"

"til later, ichigo kurosaki. Next time, however, will be your last." Before ichigo had chance to reply, aizen was gone. Out of sight. No where.

Ichigo let out an exasperated sigh, and muttered something under his breath. His body shook, and his sword and black, frilly wings fading away. now, he looked like a normal human walking around anywhere. Even his shirt wasn't damaged, or else he'd have a bad time keeping his image from people.

Hichigo suddenly went out of his spell, making him completely visible to the teen. Ichigo let out a low gasp, but soon glared at hichigo, his look shooting daggers. He immeadately took defensive stance, but the vampire held up his hands in mock surrender.

"I aint gonna do nothin'… I was just watchin'…" hichigo said.

Ichigo was still tense, however. He glared more, his scowl deepening. "what do you want, vampire?"

"nothin'. I said i was jus' watchin', ichi" hichigo said, smirking at the bewildered expression on ichigo.

"h-how the hell do you know my name?" he asked, tensing up more.

"mah, mah, don't get ya panties up in a bunch. I over heard it while you were talking to that aizen bitch…." Which, as a matter of fact, was exactly what happened.

Ichigo seemed to visibly relax, while slumping his shoulders. He took in a shaky breath, before looking up at hichigo again. "so… you saw it?" he asked, looking at the pale teen, but not really looking at him.

"yeah. Not that bad, for a kid." He said unconsciously.

"I aint a kid, you bastard." Ichigo said, his eyes narrowing. "so anyway…. who are you?"

"hichigo ogichi shirosaki at cha service, berry." The pale teen winked, making ichigo growl.

"never call me that again. And you look…." Ichigo narrowed his eyes, scanning the body. "not over 16. why aren't you in school?" he asked, suspicious.

"jus' moved 'ere. Ill be registering, and going to school tomorrow. And for your info, Im 15."

Ichigo tensed again. "what school are you going to, again?" he narrowed his eyes, as if he was speculating something.

"kakura high." Hichigo shot back.

Ichigo sucked in a breath, tensing up more. What was up with him tensing up so much these days? Its shitty.

"same school..." he muttered out. He looked up to see hichigo walking closer, grinning at the berry himself. When he got close enough, he leaned in and whispered in the berried ear. "good. Then ill see ya tomorrow, eh, partner?" he bit down on ichigos ear, before running off, leaving a very confused and flushed berry behind.

Oh, maybe being a vampire isn't all as bad…..

hichigo was grinning as he made his way back to his apartment. He thought about the berry, no, HIS berry, and what he was. Wait… when did he start callin' ichigo his? Woah, keep it together hichigo. You're a vampire. Think like a vampire.

When hichigo reached his apartment, the common thing to do was go through the door. The albino thought it was boring to do so, so he jumped through his window. And, just like any other time, that's exactly what he did. Vampires cant fly, hell no, but they DO have major leg strength. Helps them in battle,

and when running. Like he needed to run, but just in case.

Meanwhile, ichigo was still standing in the alleyway, completely confused. And flustered. The albino was so close to him, and…no, ichigo, don't think about that. Think about something else, like ice-cream. Yeah…vanilla ice cream…white ice cream…..pale Ice cream…. Wait, what the fuck? Ichigo shook his head, clearing his thoughts. That's not something to think about; relating the albino to vanilla ice cream. He now felt like a total douche.

The orangette started to walk out of the alleyway, towards his home. Alone. Yeah, he lived alone. What of it? Being a fallen angel doesn't really help with the immortality… and since he's over…4,000 years old..? his family would be long gone. Sounds about right, he thought. so yeah, his family is long gone.

But hell, has life changed over the years. Went from the Aztecs, to Incas, to Greeks, to Romans, to something as common as King Arthur and Shakespeare. Really, time has changed.

And even, sometimes ichigo has a slip of the tongue and says 'thee' or 'thou' every once and a while. Its bad to speak like that now, people would get suspicious. Very suspicious.

Hichigo reached his room, and he sighed as he lay on his bed covers. He was tired. But more importantly, he was confused by the orange haired teen. Well, he probably wasn't a teen, but still.

The albino couldn't get ichigo kurosaki out of his mind. His face, his body, his strength. Everything about the orangette attracted the albino. Hell is he knew why. You see, no one, and he meant no one, ever caught his attention. Hell, it was new to shiro. Usually, the only time he really looked at a person was for his next meal. But this 'fallen angel' was something else. He was strong, and yet his eyes were burning with unbearable passion, and… pain.

Pain shadowed his features, his movements, and his body. Shiro had never seen anything like that…walking sulk. And yet his defense mechanism was a mean, growling state. What could make someone like that? Eve shiro wasn't like that, but hell, he deals with his problems in different ways.

The albino finally closed his eyes, letting sleep engulf his senses.

A shriek of pleasure came out of the orange haired teens mouth, causing shiro to moan at the friction. The albino was thrusting harshly in and out of ichigo, their bodies jerking. Shiro could feel the wetness abroad his member, engulfing him to the point where he could get lost in the pleasure. And hell, did it feel hot.

Ichigo was pushing back with just as much force, getting high off the penetration. He was shrieking so loud that he was sure the neighbors could hear him. but hell, at the moment, he could care less.

"f-fuckkkkk~ shiroooo more-!" ichigo shrieked out, his arms tugging harshly at the loose strands of shiro's messy hair.

"mmmm…" shiro's answer was muffled by ichigo's lips that crushed against his, their wet appendages contacting at the moment. Shiro continued to thrust out as he was kissed, but felt a rising feeling down by his groin area. Ah, hell.

"s-shiro.. i-im gonna-!" ichigo moaned between the two's lips. He didn't even finish the sentence before creamy, white liquid shot out, coating ichigo's member and the albinos chest all the same. The orangette kept panting at his other made a few deep, fast thrusts that hit his prostate dead on.

Shiro couldn't take it anymore. His touch, his smell, his taste, was all too much for the albino. And when walls around his member tightened tighter then he never though could be, he gave in. the albino released inside of ichigo, both moaning pretty loudly. Both of their backs arched, curving perfectly against eachother.

Shiro fell on ichigo, panting heavily against ichigo's own heaving body. They were silent for a minute to two, trying to catch their breaths.

"d-damn…" ichigo muttered against shiro's sweaty hair, his arms wrapping around the albino.

"see how good a vampire is in bed?" shiro asked, snickering despite his self.

"ah, hell yeah" ichigo muttered. "ready for round tw-?"

Shiro awoke with a start, his breath coming out in short, raggy heaves. His blankets were curled around his waist, all but dry. Shit…. He did not just have a wet dream about ichigo? What the fuck man? That's sick! But hot… very, very hot.

All up until nature called, shiro was staring at the ceiling, still calming down from his high. He growled as he got up, making his way to the bathroom with a grumble.

Oh, how shiro hated Mondays. The beginning of back to school, with all the nasty humans running about, trying to make a life for themselves. Shiro hated humans, not because of their lives, but because he used to be one. He hated his human life, and he hated his vampire one all the same.

But maybe someone could change that….

Shiro scowled as he zipped his pants back up, quickly washing his hands. Don't think that way, shiro, your gonna get yerself in a bad situation. One that he didn't want to be in at the time.

Ah, fuck.

The albino quickly got ready, rushing out the door in a dash. Your not supposed to be late on your first day of school. Again.

Ichigo scowled as he walked to his school, all but tense. Somehow he wanted to see the broad albino. He wanted to see his exotic looks. No, his exotic eyes. How they shot with passion, with faith. And with playfulness. It wanted to make the orangette shiver in contemplation, yet slap himself at the same time. He shouldn't be thinking like this! No, ichigo kurosaki, the 4,000 year old fallen angel did NOT think like this. Shit. He was thinking like this.

He was about to turn the corner when a flash of white clouded his vision, the two forms running into eachother. Both vampire and fallen angel flew backwards, falling on their rear end.

"oww… shit, watch where- ichigo?" shiro said, looking at the fluff of orange hair that clouded his vision.

The orangette blinked. What was shiro doing here? "shiro?"

The albino quickly got up, staggering to gather both of their belongings (bookbags). He hung his own bag over his shoulder, while handing the other to the currently getting up ichigo. "sorry, didn't watch where I was goin'" shiro said, brushing himself off.

"ahhh… ok. Why were you in such a hurry?" ichigo blinked at the little-bit-panting-teen. He must have run a bit far for a vampire to pant. Geeze. Where did he come from? Asia? Or somewhere in America? Woo…

"…..gonna be late for school. And I don' think I wanna be late fer my first day at school." Shiro snorted, and started to walk in the general direction of kakura high. "you comin'?"

"huh?" ichigo blinked, then looked at the retreating shiro. Hey, he was NOT ditching me! "hey, wait up!" ichigo dashed off after a laughing albino, who started to run on his own.

Oh, ichigo was NOT going to get outrun by a vampire!

shiro felt the gaining power of ichigo get closer, and he pushed his legs faster. Unluckily, ichigo had caught up with him, damn. They were hand in hand as they turned again, coming into view of the school. First, they shared a similar glance, then pushed on farther. Shiro had half a mind to trip the fallen angel, but he wasn't THAT mean.

The two counterparts breath got ridged, as they pushed past the gates to the school. Both of them stopped abruptly when they made it, people turning to stare at them momentarily.

"oh, you are so dead" ichigo said, glaring at the albino.

"what did I do?" ichigo caught the panicked glance that shiro shared with him, and he almost started laughing. Luckily, he didn't.

"you didn't let me win!" shiro blanched at the answer, returning a playful glare at the orangette. The little sneak. It was VERY rarely that shiro let anyone else win a race or whatnot. And he wasn't going to start now.

"I NEVER let anyone win! It was a draw, anyway" shiro smirked, grinning when ichigo snorted.

"no, my foot touched the ground first."

"did not"

"did to"

"did not"

"did to!"

"DID NOT!"