AN: Guest, More2life, & racesa36, thank you for your reviews I appreciate them greatly. Finely01, I'll see if I can take it slow but I can't promise you anything but thank you as well. Anyway, here's this next chapter, enjoy! I do not own Bleach or any of its characters.

Chapter 3, Orihime's Point of View

Ichigo is a vampire? No way, they don't exist…they can't exist. But there is no denying that he drank my blood last Saturday night. His eyes had turned the color of blood and I saw his fangs. I look over at him and find him staring at me with a worried look. His eyes…how can those beautiful, soft eyes turn into something that is almost demonic? "You're a vampire?"

Ichigo turns his face away from me and nods. I let go of my head and stand slowly. He still doesn't turn to face me. I can't help but ask, "Why do you turn away from me?"

He sighs, "I drank your blood and I could've killed you. I'm surprised you aren't completely terrified right now."

I extend my arm and almost place my hand on his shoulder, but I don't. "I am a bit scared but you did save my life. I'm grateful for that."

"Dammit, Orihime," Ichigo exclaims, turning around and grabbing me by the shoulders. He's being gentle though, despite the fact that his scowl looks menacing. "You're supposed to hate me. You're supposed to be scared of me. You're supposed to be trying to get away from me. You're supposed to give me a reason to erase your memory again and a reason to avoid you. But you aren't."

I feel the muscles in my face relax as I realize what he is saying. Ichigo must have been rejected by the people he confided in. He's probably been alone for a long time. "I can't hate someone who saved my life. And like I said, I am a bit scared but I can't stay away from you. I feel like I can trust you even if you drank my blood. Please, don't erase my memory again, at least not the memory of you."

Ichigo lets go of my shoulders and looks down as if ashamed, not reacting to my last comment. I place both hands on either side of his face and gently lift his face so he can look at me. He grabs both my hands with his but doesn't remove my hands. He whispers, "You know you can't tell anyone."

"I won't."

"I hope so because there are a few vampire hunters out there. Even though I don't really kill…" He has killed people? No. Not him, not someone like him. He is much too kind and…

I can't help but blurt out, "You've killed people?" My hands slide off of his face, leaving his to hold nothing. I do remember seeing the blood around his mouth that night he saved me. Did he? Would he?

"I don't think you're ready for my story. You're much too kind and innocent to understand the nature of a vampire. Maybe in the future I can tell you without getting a response like that. See you Monday," Ichigo says quietly.

With that said, he leaves. I stand there for a few minutes, processing what he said. I then realize how terrible I was. I was judging him without knowing anything about him. Ugh! And here I was, talking about people rejecting him. That's just what I did. I need to go after him and apologize. Wait. I don't know where he lives. Good going, Orihime!

I say aloud to no one in particular, "I guess I have to wait until Monday to talk to him again. That's two whole days though. I can't wait that long to apologize." I get up and go to my room. I am going out, if I bump into him great, if not then…

I shake my head and grab my purse. I spot the jacket I had left on the bed and remember that it's his. I look down and decide it matches fine with my outfit so I slip it on. I lock my apartment door and head out.

Okay, this should be easy; spotting spikey orange hair can't be too hard in Karakura town. Unless, there isn't any spikey orange hair around to spot.

I try to act as nonchalant as possible as I look around. If anyone asks, I'll say I'm window shopping. Why am I so desperate to find him? Why can't I just wait until Monday after school?

I let out a sigh of frustration as I sit by the fountain at the park. I looked all evening and no sign of him. I should just go home.

I stand when someone from behind says, "Unless you were looking for me, it must be a coincidence meeting you here."

It's…him. I turn around and sure enough it's Ichigo. I try my hardest to keep from smiling as I try to speak, "Ichigo I,"He tilts his head slightly, waiting for me to continue. That doesn't help me though. It just makes him look much more attractive and makes me ten times more nervous. Did I just say more attractive?

"Yes, what is it Orihime?"Ichigo asks as he walks up to me.

Why is he getting closer? If he gets any closer he'll be able to hear my heartbeat for sure. I stutter, "I-I…I just came out here to get fresh air and lucky me that I bumped into you because I wanted to t-tell you something."

"Does it have to do with my jacket that you're wearing?" He asks with a smirk on his face.

"Yes! Wait, no, I mean no. I mean…here let me take it off so I can give it back to you," I'm certain my face is redder than the red roses by the park bench a few feet away.

Ichigo chuckles and holds my hands down before I can take off the jacket. "It's fine, Orihime. Keep it. It looks better on you."

"Really? I mean, only because you said I could keep it."Is it possible that my face could have gotten redder?

I look down at our hands. Our hands. His hands are surprisingly warm. I believe I surprise both of us when I suddenly say, "Come over to my place. I didn't get to make food like I said I would when I invited you in earlier."

"I shouldn't,"He says, letting go of my hands.

"Please? I'll even try to cook up something normal!"Maybe that wasn't the best thing to say. I don't want to scare him off with my recipes though.

"That's not the problem; I just think we shouldn't be so close. I could end up doing or saying something that either scares or disgusts you."

"Don't say that. I didn't mean to react the way I did earlier. I was being ignorant and I was wondering if you'd forgive me for that actually?"

Ichigo looks at me with a surprised look. I bite my lip nervously as I wait for a response. "I accept your apology but maybe I can visit you next weekend."

"Why until next weekend?"

He stiffens and looks away from me. "You won't like the answer."

"Tell me, you can tell me still," I can't help but insist.

Ichigo leans in and whispers in my ear, "I feed once or twice a week on human blood. Tonight is the night. Normally I can hold it off but I'm very thirsty tonight."

His response doesn't scare or disgust me. It's understandable. He is a vampire after all. What did happen, though, is that I felt…jealous; imagining him drinking from other women's necks. It angers me, thinking of the possibility of him drinking from another woman's neck.

I do not want him to. What I say next surprises me but I don't show it. "Drink from me,"I whisper back. I feel him tense up, as if he wasn't expecting this answer from me. I whisper again, "Come back to my place and…drink from me."

"Orihime…"

I look up at him and smile at him reassuringly. I am afraid and I know he knows that, but I don't want him to go to other people for something that I think is intimate. Maybe I'm being childish but I just can't let him go to other people for this. It seems as if he has agreed because he lets me lead him back to my apartment.

AN: I hope this isn't considered a cliffhanger because that would just suck. Three cliffhangers in a row?! Anyway, please review and stuff:)