A/N: This is a short oneshot based on a dream I had, were in which Ichigo turns into a hollow and kills Rukia.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach
THERE WILL BE BLOOD
The streets of Karakura were dark as the petite woman made her way into an alley. The moon hung in the sky giving her skin an eerie glow. "Ichigo." The name fell from her parted lips.
A figure stood in the center of the alley. His hair long and an odd dark orange, skin a sickly pale, and his black eyes held a mix of hurt and rage. The same eyes she onced loved to gaze into now glared at her as if she were a stranger.
Rukia stepped forward, Shirayuki grasped tightly in her frail hands. Ichigo gave a low growl; a warning she couldn't afford to neglect. His clawed hands ready at his sides but his body was still, as if daring her to attack.
She wasn't affraid, or rather her expression didn't show it. On the inside she was shaking; terrified of the destructive being she had once called her closest friend...and even lover. She took another step and gasped as his reiatsu flared. Rukia held her ground. She knew he'd react this way.
'Predictable as always.'
The dark golden iris held a glow like the moon, giving him an even more feral look. Ichigo held his hand up and out, a boney finger pointed toward her. "Die shinigami." A small orb of destructive energy formed at the tip of his black nail. From the street a blinding blue light could be seen momentarilly bringing the night to life.
Her eyes stared half-lidded blured at Ichigo's fading image. Rukia fell to her knees, blood spurting from her mouth and from the hole in her chest. She fell to the cold hard ground, a pool of blood forming around her quivering figure.
'Is this how I end?'