This chapter is mainly giving the Vizards their back story. It's not much, but we're still at the beginning. Hang in there, I have A LOT more planned.
Ichigo had spent the next week in his room. He hadn't fed, or talked to anyone, or even attempted to escape. They would have let him leave if he wished. But was it that he didn't wish to leave? Ichigo had pondered this for quite some time. What was it that drew him to these people? He decided he'd take this opportunity to leave and explore the warehouse. It was deceiving to the eyes.
On the outside, it looked rundown, abandoned. The inside was different. The bedrooms looked as though they belonged in some house in the suburbs. Ichigo hadn't understood how they matched his room to his personality so well. The walls were dark blue, with simple white shutters over the windows, only the necessities of furniture and an occasional poster here and there. The hallways were dimly lit, cement walls and floors. His senses ran wild, as he payed attention to every sound, texture, and vibrant color. The oranges haired boy even payed attention to the noise his socks made against the cement floor.
He stopped in his tracks at the familiar presence behind him. "Where're ya goin, Ichigo?" Shinji asked him.
"I don't even know." He huffed. He walked to stairs, sitting down. Shinji took a seat next to him, twisting his own face into another pleased smile.
"You were lonely, weren'tcha?" The sixteen year old gave him a distasteful glare, before nodding in response. "We aint mad at ya kid." He assured the new vampire.
"If you don't mind me asking, how did all of you come together?" Shinji thought for a second, running his lanky fingers through his blonde hair.
"It's a bit of a long story, so ya better get comfortable."
It was 1939. World War II had just begun and I was a young man at the age of 18. At the time, we only had issue with China, but I wasn't busy fighting them. We were supposed to be hunting down them. The undead, undetected; the vampires. With the existence of vampires, come those who wish to destroy them. I found myself back to back with my three comrades. We had been hunting down three certain people; traitors of our ranks.
Hunters turned vampire by their own free will. We hadn't expected to come face to face with their 'leader'. His dark eyes shun as the moon bounced off of them. I heard a growl exit Kensei's lips, while the fresh bit on his next gushed a sickening shade of red. "Ya ok there Kensei?" I asked him.
"I'll be fine; we just gotta catch this bastard." One of Kensei's own subordinates had been turned, causing him to attack his captain. He'd be fine so long as he didn't drink the blood of a vampire. I wanted to do everything in my power to help my friends out of this situation. This fight was with my lieutenant. The first thud. My silver haired companion had hit the ground, his subordinate standing over him.
"They're too fast!" Love yelled, cocking his gun before positioning it to fire. I cursed under my breath, trying to think of what to do. I immediately ran to my friend, turning him over and looking at his pale face.
"But how? They can't be turned without feeding their victim!" I felt frustrated as his face grew paler, fangs beginning to protrude from his normal teeth. I heard a low chuckle, looking up at my former lieutenant. "Aizen, What did you do?!"
"Well you see Captain Hirako, the victims need to be given the blood, but no one ever said you had to 'feed' them." He explained, holding up a syringe full of the crimson liquid. That's when I looked down and noticed the small puncture wound in Kensei's forearm. The next thud I heard was Rose. Ichimaru Gin stood over him, syringe in hand, smile taking up half his face.
"G'night Cap'n." He chuckled to the blonde. I felt my nerves breaking down when Love had collapsed without warning. It was then my turn. I could feel Aizen's hand on my shoulder, his fangs sinking into my flesh. Everything began to go blurry. I could feel a certain 'calmness' come over me, like I was headed toward a light. I was resolved to let it envelope me, but it didn't. When I opened my eyes next, I was in nirvana.
Colors more vibrant, smells stronger, the texture of the wooden floor I had been sitting on felt both rough and smooth under my paler finger tips. "Hey." A familiar voice rang in my ears and I lifted my head to look into Kisuke Urahara's stone colored eyes. "How are you feeling?" He asked.
"Kisuke?" I asked. "Where are we?" There were no windows, which let me know wherever I was, it was underground. Kisuke frowned at me.
"I tried to reverse the effects, but I couldn't find any way to do it. I came up with a chemical that is almost the 'anti-vampire' blood. I injected you and the other three captains with it, but it didn't 'reverse' the effects. It made you stronger." I looked up at him with wide eyes. "I've come to find it takes about a week for a vampire to awaken after being changed and the day after they wake up, they go into a frenzy and don't remember anything the next day. You were the last to wake up." It hadn't made sense to me at the time, but it didn't have to. I was undead and my life would never be the same. We were exiled from the hunter's clan and had to leave our homes and take refuge in a rundown warehouse.
"ya see Ichigo, we didn't come here by free will. Another vampire took yer life, and to save ya from becomin' a monster, I brought you to Kisuke."
"So, where did the girls and Hachi come from?" Ichigo questioned. He had finally decided it was time to calmly talk to this man.
"I found Hiyori a few years after were turned. Rose found Lisa in 1967 and Kensei found Mashiro a couple years ago. All of our circumstances are the same. We were each part of hunter clans and were targeted by Sosuke Aizen. Hachi was a friend of a friend and we let him come with us after Kisuke fixed 'em up." They were a family; People who had been wronged by someone and took refuge in the fact that they had each other. They were misunderstood and Ichigo had taken it the wrong way. Maybe, they weren't all that bad.
