Shiro had to change the IV bottle once again.
Since he couldn't use human blood, he drew it om himself.
He always went to the brink of death for it, because he took so much and everytime afterwards he had to fill himself up again.
Therefor he needed to find a willing victim, of course he easily could have manipulated someone and erased his memories afterwards, but the teachings of his father sat deep, never mind how he had changed in the end.
Shiro went to the fridge and fetched a bottle, it was the last.

"Again?"
He sighed
So he exchanged the bottles and then sat himself in a chair and put a catheter in his armlet to draw his blood.
It took about an hour until he finally filled four bottles, which was about two liters worth of his blood.
The albino felt a bit dizzy when he put them away.
Drowsy and hungry would be more accurate.

Before he left though he checked Ichigos state one last time.
Everything was normal, if you wanted to put it like that.
Shiro slowly went outside, he thought that he must look like a drunkard since he staggered while walking.

It was night already and so almost no one roamed the streets, that didn't make finding someone to feast on much easier.
Somewhere around the old nightclub district might be some teens hanging out.
The vampire headed to this direction and there really were some people, even one of the clubs defied the destruction and loud music echoed out to street.

In a badly lit corner stood a young woman, he could smell her from afar and his fangs began to sting into his underlip.
The hunger drove him towards her, but then the alarms in his head went off.
He couldn't forget about the hunters, they had spies everywhere.
Shiro looked around, the girl stood much to secluded and still was being watched by a few others.
He changed directions, to the club.
Unbelievable that he lost felt for that cheap trap.

The albino checked the club, there weren't any guests and also no security cams.
He sat down at the bar and ordered a drink.
Time passed, another two glasses of coke later he headed for the toilets.
Shiro went to the disabled cabin and each time someone passed by, he led them in there and took just a bit blood of them until he was full.
He went back and ordered one last drink to make himself less suspicious.

"You were in there for some time buddy. Everything alright?"
The barkeeper asked him as he served his glass.
"Had to take a dump."
"You weren't there when I checked for crack-heads."
"Took the special one. Needed my space."
"Sure."
The bartender polished a glass and looked at Shiro from the corner of his eyes.
"Is that blood on your mouth?"
"Oh, Yea. I think I bit myself by accident."
'SHIT!'
"Uh-huh."
The keeper moved his hand under the bar and Shiro reacted, he tried to get into the guys mind and manipulate him, but it wouldn't work.

He frowned.

"Wat'cha doin' ? Have a secret alarm down there for them guys who're after those mutants?"
"Maybe. You know what? Media's full of a guy who's supposed to be the boss of those beasts. Nothing in detail, just that he shall be a very pale guy. You get me?"
"So the first one you see is obviously suspicious."
Finally Shiro broke the barriers and let the man forget everything.
"Let me tell you something. I'm albino and you won't see me twice."
Shiro drank the last sip of his coke and left the bar, just as some men in uniform rushed in.
His hunch had been right.

"What's going on here?"
Secretly he bit himself.
"I work here, my boss suddenly attacked me on the toilets, he's one of these things! Here look!"
He showed the bitemark.
The uniformed took the barkeeper, disaster broke out and Shiro sneaked into the night.
Since the barkeeper was human, nothing would happen to him , he supposed.
What did he care even.
He had to save Ichigos and his own skin.
One human more or less didn't matter.

He told himself so, but still felt like the worst.

Chapter 3
END