A/N: I know that this is completely out of the blue but I saw a few action vampire and vampire hunter movies and I got this idea. This was originally inspired by the two Blade movies. I haven't seen the third one but hopefully I will soon. A friend let me borrowed his two Blade movies and I got this idea. I just want to unleash this one while I'm still in the mood for it. I haven't been in the moods to write other stories in so long so I'm thinking of this as bliss.

This is a story that is rated M for violence/gore, language, and sexual themes. So be on the lookout. This is the first time I've ever done this so I hope you like it. Unless you have a dark side, this isn't for the angelic souls. I might have to change it to MA rating. But I need you to tell me.

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Also! For the next couple of chapters, everything will be in Ichigo's point of view. You got that? ICHIGO'S POINT OF VIEW!!!

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I Know Your Face

Ch. 1: My Beginning

Every story has a beginning. My beginning started with a fire. Fire and blood.

I was seven years old when my once normal, happy life came to a closed. It was shortly after sunset on the outskirts of the village. There were only two houses with a barn for each – one of them was my home. Before that night, I remember everything that happened before then. The happy moments I had with my loved ones – my parents and my childhood friend who was more like a brother to me than anything else. Now, all of them are all gone and it all happened in one night. It was going to be a birthday surprise for him and I wanted to give him my present but I never got the chance. I was only gone for a few minutes, tending to a horse that was acting quite strangely.

"It's okay," I told the horse as I was trying to caress it's nostrils. "What's wrong, horsey? Did something frighten you?"

Then I heard movement.

I turned around and I saw a lamp by the door rocking back and forth. As if something just went right outside the barn in super speed. The horse started acting crazy again and I was trying to calm it down.

"Relax," I told him. "Be calm. Be calm."

Crash

I turned around back outside and I heard screaming, screams of my parents. I completely forgot about calming the horse and ran outside to see my house on fire. All I could still remember so vividly of what I did. I was screaming, calling for my parents and pleading and hoping that they would come out. Then I saw the car that belonged to my friend and his family. I knew they were inside and they were burning to death, with my parents.

I ran inside. The back door was my only entrance for the front door was on fire and the back door wasn't. I went in and a huge pile of smoke hit me. I was coughing. I couldn't breathe and my eyes were tearing from the burning sensation of the smoke. Still I ran in.

There was fire everywhere and the roof was starting to collapse. I did my best to get away from the falling pieces of wood and I tried to cover myself as best as I could with my arms. I was screaming for my parents and for my aunty and my uncle, that was what I called our friends. But the one thing I know I did was that I was calling the name of my friend more than I was calling anyone else. Then I finally found them.

I found the bodies of my parents and our friends in the living room. My mind was a blank. The only part of it that was working was the part that was recording the image of their bodies on the ground, blood surrounding them and the fire burning around them into my heart. I was already having a hard time breathing in that burning house but when I saw them, it took every bit of my will power to keep breathing. Then I noticed something behind them. I dared a look and I think that was when I couldn't breathe anymore. The shock was too much.

It was the first time I ever saw a vampire and he had his fangs inside the neck of my friend.

The vampire was young, or he looked young. Possibly in his early or mid twenties from what I could see. He was wearing a black outfit, but I couldn't exactly tell what it was because I really wasn't paying attention. I just only knew that his long, boney fingers were holding my friend's head, to lift it up so that his neck may reveal enough skin for him to bite on. His long jet black hair that draped over his shoulders hid away most of my friend's body and covered nearly his whole face. All I saw at the time was his mouth covered in red blood. His black hair looked like the darkest shadows in the depths of every human heart in the world. I think he finally noticed my presence after staring for so long because he released my friend's neck to expose the two puncture wounds, smothered with blood and more still oozing from the wound. That was when I saw that vampire's face, a face I would never remember. A face covered with blood and the eyes of a demon. His eyes, I remembered, were very light blue. The kind of blue where you know that this demon before you had no heart, no compassion. The eyes that belonged to a monster.

After that, I just blacked out.

If I had spent my life being an artist and making paintings, they would all be filled with horror and death. If I could paint, I would pain that image that would remain with me forever, in every horrifying detail.

I woke up in what felt like days after I saw that and I woke up to the sight of blue eyes.

"EYYYYYAAAA!!!" I screamed, as soon as I saw those eyes.

But the man with the blue eyes quickly said, "Calm down, little girl. I'm not going to hurt you."

"No!" I still screamed. "Get away from me!!"

Then he grabbed my shoulders and shook me.

"Look at me, girl! Look at me and tell me if I'm gonna hurt you."

I stared at him, terror was the only thing that was making my body work properly. But as I stared at him a moment longer, I knew right there that he wasn't going to hurt me. He has the same blue eyes as the monster who killed my family but his eyes were different. They were blue, like that monster but the eyes that were staring right at me with determination of understanding, I knew I could trust him and I knew that he wouldn't hurt me.

I calmed down and when he saw that, he exhaled in relaxation. He told me, "That's a good girl." From the sound of his voice, you would think of him as a stern father full of wisdom. He looked at me with so much compassion as he asked, "Are you alright?"

Then I just broke down crying.

I cried so hard that day and he didn't mind. I leaned against his chest, begging for comfort and he gave it to me. His arms felt so strong against my shivering form. He just held me, warming my freezing body and giving me the comfort I needed after what happened. I cried, until the last drop of tears fell from eyes, forever.

Later he told me of what became of my once normal life – how the house was burned to the grounds, how the bodies inside were burned to ashes, and how he found the body of my friend not too far from the burning house and how he was completely drained of blood. He told me about the existence of vampires and if I wanted to, he could teach me how to protect myself from them now that I have been exposed into their world.

"But sire," I started, nervous about what he's offering me with tear stains plastered with tears, "what…who are you?"

He answered, "I am a vampire hunter. I have no name but I am known as the Blue Knight."