Chapter 6

Isshin walked up to the casket. Karin and Yuzu stood beside him, their eyes downcast at the body that laid in it.

Heart failure the doctor had told them, Isshin looking over his son's peaceful face.

That was a lie.

He knew his son didn't die of heart failure. They said the same about his wife. No one in her family knew of any related cases. He knew it then and he knew it now.

Whoever had killed his wife, had killed his son.

He put his arms around his daughter's, his anger mixing with sadness.

"Ichigo," Karin whispered, taking a step back.

"No."

For each of them, this truth had become too real. Karin turned and ran, Isshin unable to lift his eyes from his son. Yuzu looked up to him, the comfort of her hand on his arm all he had left before she ran after Karin.

Isshin's arm fell lifelessly to his side. He put a hand to Ichigo's forehead, smoothing down the hair that stubbornly stood up.

"I'll find your killer, my son. And I will make him pay."

...

Ichigo's eyes snapped open. He panted in fear as he looked around, only seeing darkness.

"Hello! Somebody!" he yelled, raising both of his hands. His eyes widened when all he felt was hard wood, Ichigo screaming out for help.

"Dad! Karin! Yuzu! Let me out! Let me out!" He pounded on the wood with his fists, barely able to lift his legs.

This was all a dream! It wasn't real!

"Dad!" he cried out, hearing the wood creak when he hit it again. He felt something warm fall onto his face, a terrified scream torn from his throat.

"Somebody help me!"

"I won't be able to see them?" Ichigo's eyes closed tight as his head throbbed, a sob building in the back of his throat.

"After this, never again. Tomorrow you'll turn. But you'll also die. They'll plan your funeral and bury you. When you come too, all they and you will know is that… You had died."

No.

He wasn't dead.

Ichigo put his hands to his face, his sob escaping.

He was alive goddamit! He was breathing, he was speaking, he was scared! Those were all human, he was still… Still…

Ichigo couldn't stop his sobbing cries anymore than he could stop the tears that fell, taking in a sharp breath. He could feel warmth on his hands, smell the blood and feel the pain.

Ichigo put his hands to the wood, ignoring the blood that fell onto his face.

Shiro. Starrk. This was their fault.

Ichigo's lip pulled up into a snarl, hitting the wood as hard as he could.

The wood creaked, Ichigo pulling back his fist as far as he could and punching it again.

He wasn't going to stay here. He was going to kill them. He was going to kill all of the fucking vampires!

With his third punch the wood split, Ichigo thrashing when dirt collapsed into the coffin, Ichigo desperately digging and pushing to get to the surface. He could hear the beatles scurrying, the ants as they marched down into the depths of coffin, felt the worms as they slid through the dirt and his fingers.

He broke free from it all with a gasping cry, pulling himself up and out of the hole he had created. His body felt weak, Ichigo falling to his knees. His eyes were closed tight, dirt clinging to his tears. He panted from exhaustion, his eyes opening slowly when he heard light footsteps approach.

"What happened mister?" Ichigo looked up to the young girl who stood in front of him, his eyes going wide.

Yuzu?

The image he saw faded though, Yuzu's face melting away to that of a five year old girl. Her clothes were tattered and ripped, mere shreds covering her body. Ichigo looked down to himself and couldn't help but laugh. The girl looked at him like he was crazy.

He was in no better shape.

"The world is small ne?" he asked, standing up slowly on shaky legs. The little girl took a step back, hissing when she stepped onto a piece of glass, her bare foot starting to bleed. Ichigo became stiff. He sniffed the air, his eyes shutting as the sweetest scent wafted into his nose.

The little girl limped to a tombstone, forgetting for a second Ichigo was there too. His eyes opened, their gaze lost in the distant sky.

He wasn't like them. He wouldn't… He wanted...

"Forgive me."

Ichigo had his hand around her throat in seconds, the little girl gasping in fear and surprise, thrashing against him. Ichigo opened his mouth with a wolfish snarl, the girl's eyes widening in terror and shock.

"Vam-"

"Put her down, Ichigo."

Ichigo closed his mouth with a snap, looking to the side.

Shiro.

His lips parted and he gave him a toothy grin.

He was going to tear his head from his shoulders!

He released the girl who ran away as quickly as she could, her bleeding foot forgotten.

Ichigo couldn't help but laugh at the glare Shiro gave him, his mind driven by adrenaline and anger, his want to kill him powerful.

"You did this to me," he laughed, holding his sides, throwing his head back with a wolfish howl of laughter. Then it all stopped.

"You took everything from me."

Ichigo suddenly lunged, Shiro not moving from his place.

"When you wake up, you'll hate me. You'll understand and want to die. This is the small luxury I can give you before the truth becomes your reality."

"Never!" Ichigo howled, Shiro taking a step back when he thrashed, narrowing his eyes.

"Move faster."

Ichigo roared as he slashed for his face, Shiro easily dodging it and grabbing his wrist. Ichigo yelped when he tightened his grip until it felt like his bones would break, Ichigo kicking out with his foot. When it connected with Shiro's side, they both stopped.

Ichigo panted, his eyes wide as a memory managed to bleed through his angered thoughts.

Shiro…

Shiro took the advantage of Ichigo's sudden shock and grabbed his waist, kicking him in the gut. Ichigo went flying back, his howl cut short when his back connected with a tree, the old trunk creaking but not breaking.

Shiro walked up to him, Ichigo forcing his eyes to open, getting onto all fours shakily. His spin popped back into place, Ichigo shaking away the pained feeling.

He grunted when Shiro pressed his foot into his back, forcing him to the ground.

Ichigo looked through the mess of his hair to him, growling softly but not daring to move.

"Correction, I took nothing from you. Your own stupidity did." Ichigo looked away, his memories of Starrk flooding back.

"You move to slow. You're driven by anger, and in this world that will only get you killed." Ichigo closed his eyes when Shiro removed his foot from his back, kneeling down before him.

Ichigo tried to pull away when Shiro lifted his chin but his grip was stubborn, Ichigo glaring at him with hate.

"You stink and you're filthy. Get onto your feet. The police will be here any moment anyways." Reluctantly, Ichigo did. The last thing he wanted to do was follow that man, but he knew if he didn't he wouldn't survive long. They walked for what seemed forever, Ichigo looking to the horizon. The sun had began to creep up, it's light slowly drawing closer.

"Don't look at it," Shiro ordered, Ichigo looking away.

"When we get to our destination, do not leave unless given permission too. For the next two months I will hunt for you while you build back the strength you lost. If you go out alone, other's will try to kill you. You are young and reckless, other's cannot risk losing food due to you."

Ichigo frowned, looking down to the pavement. He was covered in dirt, the sudden realization disgusting him.

They entered into a large abandoned building, Ichigo looking up to the ceiling. All the windows were boarded up, Ichigo stopping in the middle of the room. The place was run down, but for some reason it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Lady Mary was painted onto the ceiling, one of her eyes rusted through. Her other seemed to search though, falling onto Ichigo.

He jumped when a hand was put onto his shoulder, Shiro smirking just slightly.

"This way," he ordered, leading Ichigo to a an old elevator. But when the elevator doors opened, Ichigo noticed that it looked brand new. He walked in slowly, breathing in the scents of the steel and paint. The smell of his blood wafted into his nose instead.

His throat became dry, his lips pulling down into a frown of discomfort. He put a hand to his neck, looking down to it when the smell of blood became stronger. His own blood covered the back of his hands, the knuckles marked with scars of where they had torn opened. Ichigo blinked in confusion.

He looked to the side into the mirror, seeing himself for the first time since he die-woke up. His hair was a tad longer than usual, his eyes now a blood red. His skin was covered in dirt, nearly pale white beneath it all. His clothes were torn and dirty, Ichigo wincing at his own appearance. Rough was an understatement.

He looked to Shiro. His expression was passive, Ichigo looking down to the ground, feeling like a burden.

"I know it's not easy, switching worlds so quickly," Shiro spoke, breaking the silence. Ichigo looked back to him, looking to the doors when they opened.

He gawked.

The entire floor looked brand spanking new, Ichigo walking slowly into the large penthouse.

"Wow," he whispered, turning around when Shiro turned on the lights.

"You're still dirty." Ichigo looked down to himself then back to Shiro, looking around.

"Where's the bathroom?" Shiro shook his head with a sigh, walking past Ichigo, a silent order for him to follow. He opened a door on the far right wall, turning on the light. Ichigo peeked in, having to pull up his jaw up from the fall.

This belonged to a mansion!

He jumped when he felt a hand slide beneath his shirt, turning around and giving Shiro a glare. But it fell away. He was once again giving him that stare of question and lust, his hand resting on his cheek.

"I wanna touch you again."

…

Water dripped from Ichigo's hair, wetting his neck and the sheets as he sat down on the bed's edge, his eyes watching Shiro's every move. He swallowed thickly when Shiro used his knife to slit his wrist, Ichigo grabbing his arm when he placed it in front of him. He licked his lips, looking up to his face in an almost silent plea. When he nodded Ichigo slowly put his lips to the wound, licking the blood that had almost dripped onto the bed.

He moaned, opening his mouth and sinking his teeth into his flesh so his source of food wouldn't be pulled away. He drank greedily, pulling him closer and closer as he drank, licking the wound as he pulled away. He went back for more, Shiro hissing when stuck his tongue into the wound. He put a hand to Ichigo's head, holding back a groan of pleasurable pain.

He hadn't let anyone suck his blood in decades, his member hardening against his permission. He waited till Ichigo pulled away before removing his wrist, licking the wound so it would close. His eyes flashed yellow, their gaze landing on Ichigo.

His face was covered with his blood, Shiro shivering in pleasure when Ichigo licked his lips.

Ichigo gulped when he came to loom over him, his eyes closing when he ran a hand over his blood smeared chin.

"If I hurt you, I'm sorry," Shiro whispered, Ichigo opening his eyes in question. He gasped when he was pinned down to the bed by his neck, Shiro's eyes roaming over his body.

His eyes bled yellow, red specks floating in the irises, the white area turning black as he let himself be taken over by his desire, His skin parted, the lines that crossed over his face and neck smoking, the smell of sulfur filling the room.

Ichigo watched it all in awe, raising a hand and touching it to Shiro's smoking cheek. He ran a finger over one of the lines, feeling the heat from inside him.

How could something so beautiful ever be considered the monster he had learned of them to be?

Ichigo gasped when Shiro kneeled down and put his legs on his shoulders, his face close to his ass. Ichigo felt humiliated when he felt his tongue lick a line down the crevice of his ass, arching away from the feeling. He yelped when Shiro sunk his nails into his thighs, keeping him there.

Ichigo shivered in disgust and pleasure when Shiro's tongue breached the tough muscles of his anus, the long appendage sliding in deep. Ichigo bit his lip, his eyes becoming lidded. When he gasped, smoke wafted into the air.

Shiro licked around before pulling his tongue out, licking his rosebud before pushing his tongue back in. He tasted so sweet to Shiro, his cock hardening even more, leaking in a silent plea to fill Ichigo's tight ass.

At the sound of Ichigo's wolfish pants, Shiro released his thighs, pulling away before pressing in a finger. Ichigo clenched around him with a whimper, Shiro giving him no instruction to relax.

After a while Ichigo finally relaxed, a small groan escaping his throat. Shiro pushed his finger deep, swirling it around before pulling it out, licking his rosebud again before inserting two fingers. It went on like this until Shiro managed to get in four, Ichigo reaching his limit and whimpering with each thrust and swirl of his fingers.

Shiro panted against his thigh in excitement, kissing Ichigo's inner thigh before sinking his teeth into his flesh, drawing blood to the surface. Ichigo tensed up, arching with a howl. Shiro smacked his ass, an order for him to relax unless he tore him. Ichigo gasped for breath, stroking himself quickly, so close to the pleasure he had only felt a handful of times before his death.

He stopped breathing, his eyes shutting tight as his entire body tensed, the knot inside his stomach shattering.

The sound of his howl could be heard three blocks down, Ichigo thrashing as his climax seemed to tear apart his every being. Shiro forced him down, panting over him. Blood dripped down his chin and onto Ichigo's chest, his eyes wide with lust. Ichigo leaned up and licked his chin, lapping at the blood so it wouldn't go to waste . Shiro pinned him back down, spreading his legs wide before pushing them up against his chest, Ichigo feeling another wave of humiliation.

But when the heated head of his cock touched his ass, as the heat and pressure built up as he pushed in, Ichigo felt like he was dying again. Shiro hissed as he breached past the tight muscles, sinking in deep. Ichigo dug his nails into his back, gasping for breath and sanity, closing his eyes tight.

Shiro stilled against him, not wanting to move to quickly and end up hurting him. But with each passing second inside him, his sanity was slipping. In so many years, he feared losing the ones he loved, so he had to always push them away. For so many years this pleasure that burned him was never in his reach. For once, the only flames were the flames of his lust.

He pulled out before thrusting back in, Ichigo grabbing his shoulders with a groan, sweat rolling down his temple.

"I want all of you," Shiro hissed into his ear, Ichigo's toes curling in pleasure when the spot deep inside him was touched. He bit his bottom lip, breaking the skin by accident. Shiro leaned down and licked the blood that slipped down his cheek, thrusting in hard. He watched Ichigo's face contort into pain than pleasure, Shiro burying his nose into the crook of his neck. He panted hard against his skin, thrusting harder and faster, groaning as Ichigo's body sheathed around him tightly.

His insides clenched and spread around him, greeting him with slick sounds of sweaty skin against skin each time he thrusted into him. Shiro ran his claws up his thighs, holding his legs tightly as he rose up, thrusting in harder, faster. Ichigo gasped on his each breath, the ability to breathe not needed, yet wanted all the same. Shiro threw his head back, pulling Ichigo forcefully down onto his cock. He leaned down and swallowed his howl of pleasure, hushing him. Ichigo whimpered into his mouth, his eyes opening slowly.

"Then let me show you the luxuries of your last day of being alive."

Right then, he could think of no better luxury.

"I don't wanna die!"

He closed his eyes tight, holding onto Shiro as tight as he could, tears falling down his cheeks and temples. He pulled away and looked into his eyes, searching them. What he found was an animal.

Ichigo began to struggle, Shiro growling lowly in an order for him to remain still. But he wouldn't obey, Ichigo pushing against his chest and clawing his skin, his eyes shut tight. He wanted to get away from him. He felt something was about to happen, he could feel it. He didn't want to be here when it happened.

Shiro grabbed both his hands, entwining them before forcing them down to the bed. Ichigo sobbed, Shiro thrusting in hard to him. His entire body rocked, Ichigo's cock leaking precum. Shiro panted like a wild boar as his sunk in deep, feeling his cock thicken, forcing Ichigo's body to open wider.

Ichigo cried out when something knotted inside him, arching his chest with a gasping cry. He could feel it now, the length inside him as it thickened and filled him to the brink, his hands clenching around his.

Shiro came into him with a growl, pulling out before flipping him onto his back.

"Shiro stop!" Ichigo gasped when he felt the heated head of his cock against his ass, grunting when he grabbed his arms and forced them behind his back. Ichigo bit his lip as he pushed in, arching against the pain of the slow stretching. But before he could go all the way in he pulled out, repeating the process.

Ichigo sobbed against the sheets in pleasure, pain, and disgust. He was disgusted with himself, with Shiro. He wanted it all to stop. He didn't want to become the very animal Shiro was. He gasped in pleasure when Shiro sunk in deep, his thickened cock not even seeming to have softened with his first climax.

Ichigo gasped each time Shiro thrusted into him, choking on his own sobs a few times. Shiro came again but didn't stop, Ichigo's insides too sore to take another round. He had came so many times it had began to hurt, Ichigo struggling weakly to get away from it all. But even though it hurt he craved more, Shiro giving him his secret desires.

Ichigo's vision darkened, something inside him snapping.

He thrashed, getting his arms free. Shiro grunted when he pushed him down, Ichigo looming over him with a low growl. Shiro grabbed his ass, forcing him onto his cock, Ichigo howling. His eyes were yellow now, the white part black. He had been dragged down the same path as Shiro now. Shiro chuckled when Ichigo ran his claws down his chest, opening fresh wounds. He put his chest to his face, Shiro licking all the blood that slid down his skin.

More… More!

Ichigo roared when Shiro forced him to stay, his blood mixing with his cum as it flowed down. Shiro grinded up into him, his cock pulsing inside him. Ichigo arched at the heat that spilled into him, his skin tearing loudly. Lines opened up over his left cheek and neck, tearing down onto his chest and abdomen. Smoke gushed out from those lines, his eyes opening wide as he was pushed over the edge.

Steam rushed through his nose with every pant, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He fell onto Shiro, the lines slowly closing.

Shiro lifted his hips and pulled out of him slowly, his limp member slipping out, hot cum gushing out with it.

The lines on him closed, his hand running through Ichigo's hair. His mohawk was a mess, the sheets splashed with cum and blood. He snorted, grabbing Ichigo's hair and lifting his head. Ichigo's eyes were barely open, the irises returning to their original brown. Shiro smirked, releasing his hair. Ichigo fell against him once again, his body shaking against his.

They would need to shower and Shiro would need to go hunt. His offering would not last long. Ichigo would be hungry again very soon.