Disclaimer: Kurosaki Ichigo and Kuchiki Rukia are original characters of Kubo Tite. :
A/N:
This is an AU, with Ichigo and Rukia as vampires. I intended for this fic to be an entry to the Halloween contest in the IchiRuki FC in Bleach Asylum but I wasn't able to beat the deadline. I wanted to make a one-shot but as I began writing it, I realized I couldn't squeeze all the things I want to write in a one-shot. So, in the end, I decided to make this a multi-chapter fic, though this is actually my first time making a multi-chaptered fanfiction. :/
This fic isn't finished yet, and I didn't want to post it unfinished, but I also wanted to post it at least on Halloween. So yeah, here I am posting it on Halloween. This is still unfinished, and I am hoping you can bear with me. :D
Prologue
The night was flying. The wind was beating him up so wild, so wild that he can feel his body weaken as he flew along the night. There's a chase. A wild chase, which he was not very fond of; a chase which he was designed to participate into all the time, in spite of himself. It was like a game which was designed to play a part of, for his survival. He has lived all his life chasing, for him to survive. And this time, he was involved in another chase. However this time, he was not the chaser. Rather, he was being chased. And like the ones he chased before, he ran for dear life.
The night hunters were chasing him, chasing him as though it was the first time they have ever chased a vampire. Their number was increasing by the minute, and he was growing tired of running. He was running the moment the night fell, and now, the day is almost breaking, and his time could almost be over. He had to be fast, he had to hide fast. If not, he won't survive this chase after all. If the day breaks, it's either he dies in the hands of the hunters, or he dies of the nature's rage. He desperately tried to think straight, and find a place to shelter himself with. He was almost at his limit, and he still didn't want to die. He still has forever to live, if he could repel the rage that the light brings. He was squinting through the darkness of the night, looking for a place to hide, when he felt the sharp pain that seared through his back. But he wasn't impeded. He persisted and continued participating in the chase. It wasn't long when he felt another pain that shocked his right leg, and like before, he went on. After a while, the shot to his leg was followed by another one to his back again. But still, he persisted. He was already laboring his breath, but the pain he felt wasn't something to keep him from moving forward. He had to survive this, he had to. He didn't want to die a pathetic death such as this, and he still had so many things to do in his lifetime that could stretch on forever.
It felt as though he had run a length of a quarter of the globe's circumference, and his mighty legs started to show signs of exhaustion. And the pain brought by the gunpowder, especially designed to kill his kind started to show its effect on his body. He was slowing down, and it wasn't good.
It wasn't long when he felt another shot that hit his left thigh, and it was followed by the incessant hits, and then he stopped counting. He felt his body lighten as he desperately clung to life. He was already unable to think, but he refused to give in. He struggled to keep away from his predators, because his life depended on it. His vision was already black, and he couldn't see a thing. But despite of this, he struggled to move away from the night hunters. He was already crawling through the night, and he didn't know which direction he was tracking. He crawled, and crawled. He felt his remaining strength being snatched away from him; he felt his body as he fell into nothingness. But before he unwillingly succumbed to nothingness, he felt something that violently snatched his body away from the cruelty of the night.