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Chapter 2, Orihime's Point of View

"Ms. Inoue…Ms. Inoue!" One of my students exclaim.

"Hm? Yes, what is it Georg?" I respond as I stand up in case he needs help with the assignment.

"It's time to go…aren't you going to dismiss us?"

"Oh, yes, of course. Class, you're all free to go," I say as I rub my temples gently as I scold myself. That's the third time this week that I space out during class.

I hear a few of the girls whisper as they exit the room, "Maybe she has boy trouble." "Well yeah, someone as beautiful as her has got to have a boyfriend or someone special."

I smile and shake my head. Me beautiful and with a boyfriend? That's what happens when you teach an English class full of eleventh graders. Once the classroom is cleared, I grab my things and lock the classroom before heading out. As I walk out through the entrance of the school, I bump into someone, almost getting knocked down. I apologize as I bow my head, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. I should pay more attention to where I'm walking."

I look up and find a tall, handsome man with spikey orange hair. I'm probably gawking at him but there's just something familiar about him. He seems to be observing me too. Neither of us speaks for a good long minute. I finally ask, "What are you doing here? You don't seem to be a student…"

"Me? Of course I'm not a student. I'm the new teacher for the Human Anatomy class. I'm supposed to set up today so I can start teaching Monday,"He replies while continuing to eye me.

I begin to fidget with the hem of my shirt. What else do I ask him? I don't want to stop talking to him for some reason. "What about you? Are you a student?"

I laugh lightly as I shake my head, "I'm an English teacher here. I'm a bit too old to be a student."

He chuckles but suddenly leans in, whispering in my ear, "You could pass as a student, you're still very young and beautiful."Then he starts walking towards the classrooms, calling back to me, "I guess I'll be seeing you around here starting Monday. I will look forward to that."

I'm not sure how to respond so I just look after him until his figure disappears behind the building's doors. I continue walking to my apartment but can't get that man out of my head. He just seems so familiar…like I've met him before. Oh, why didn't I ask for his name?! That could've helped me out a lot more.

Once I reach my apartment, I throw my bag on the sofa and walk into my bedroom. Then I collapse on my bed, face down. I stay like that for a few minutes before reaching under my pillow and pulling out a mysterious jacket.

It doesn't belong to me or anyone else who's been over in the past week. I just awoke last Sunday morning on my sofa with this jacket on me. It smells nice and sort of comforts me but also confuses me.

Whose could it be? Why do I have it? Why was I even asleep on my sofa?

I groan in frustration as I bury my face in my blankets. Nothing has been making sense since last Saturday night! I'm trying to remember what happened but I only remember walking home, getting home and feeling tired, therefore falling asleep.

But I know something else must have happened because I keep having dreams about a man saving me. In those dreams, I call out a name but when I wake up I don't remember the name. Also, I have been daydreaming about beautiful brown colored eyes that turn into blood red colored eyes that are frightfully beautiful.

I get off my bed and go sit by the window. I need to relax and stop trying to think up of crazy things that could've but didn't happen. I sigh and look down at the street. I spot the orange haired man and freeze. I want to call out to him but why?

I'm not sure if he sensed me or if it is coincidence but he looks up in my direction. I stare back, my heart pounding very loudly and strongly against my chest. I can't take it anymore. I open the window and call down to him, "Come on up!"

He seems hesitant but nods and enters the building. Wait I forgot to tell him what number I'm in. I scramble off my bed and rush to the door. He's there already, I barely opened the door…how did he know?

"Oh hey, I guess I don't have to knock."

"How did you know?"

"Oh…umm…I asked the first person I saw."

"I see," I say even though I feel like he's lying. There's no point in making up an excuse to make him leave since I'm the one that invited him up. What did I get myself into?

"Come in, I'll prepare something to eat," I say while moving out of the way so he can enter.

He nods at me before entering, setting his briefcase down by the doorway. He introduces himself as he turns to face me, "I'm Ichigo Kurosaki, by the way."

Ichigo…Kurosaki…? That name sounds so familiar…but why?! I furrow my brows together and try to remember if I met anyone else with a similar name or if I met him before. My head begins to hurt as blurry images pop into my head. I grab my head and kneel on the floor, refraining from crying out.

"Orihime, what's wrong?!"Ichigo asks worriedly as he kneels in front of me.

"N-Nothing…I just…wait, how do you know my name?"I ask as I look over at him.

Ichigo stiffens, as if he slipped up. The blurry images continue to replay in my head, only making my head hurt even more so. Ichigo sighs and apologizes, "I'm sorry, Orihime, I was hoping that I wouldn't have to reveal myself to you again…"

"What do you mean, by reveal…? What's going on, Ichigo? Why do you seem so familiar? Why does it feel like I've met you before?"

"Because you have. Look at me, Orihime." I look over at him and freeze on the spot when I make eye contact with him. Those brown eyes.

Ichigo whispers, "Remember now…what really happened Saturday night."

I feel confused until the blurry images become clear in my mind. Ichigo saved me from two thugs who tried to kill me. Ichigo walked me home; I invited him in and then went to clean my wounds…Ichigo…I look at him then, when the rest of my memories become clear. He's a vampire.

AN: Oh goodness, I'm sorry for ending it with another cliffhanger. I'll try to update soon. Tell me your thoughts and review:)