Chapter 2

The orange-haired man looked down at the girl in his arms. Pulling his eyes away from her frame and focusing again on the road in front of him, he frowned. He needed to get her help; she was badly hurt. If he'd gotten here and slayed the monster sooner, she'd probably be in a better state, than she already is.

Her long, pink hair was soft and it spread out on his arm as he walked fast toward where he lived.

His dad would help her.

The girl groaned and turned her head to the side; she was moving, and that was a good thing. When he found her, blood was splattered on her pale skin. She felt looked awful, and to top it off, her skin was freezing cold. Even now, with his large arms wrapped around her small frame, she was still shivering violently, her hands, pressed against his chest, shaking hard.

Even through the bruises and the blood, she still looked like an angel to him. She looked fragile... and he'd decided that from the moment that he had laid eyes upon her, that he wanted to protect her from anything or anyone harmful.

She watched as a people surrounded around her, laughing and pointing fingers at her, while sat there in humiliation. The only thing she could do, was sit there and let them make her suffer for what she looked like. There was nowhere to escape, nowhere for her to flee from her cage of torture. All of them stood closely around her, closing so many gaps, so that she wouldn't be able to escape her nightmare. She wanted to run home and just forget about this whole mess that started, but she knew that those that had hatred towards her wouldn't let her go so easily, without a fight. She immediately scooted away from her hands, that seem to reach out towards her, their fingers curling with eagerness and death. She closed her eyes, clutching the cross that hung from her neck.

Her world went from freezing, numbing cold to suddenly warm. She was warm, and her whole body seemed to be engulfed in something soft. Her eyes wouldn't open. Her body wouldn't let her, though she heard voices. It sounded really soft and comforting.

In her dreams, nothing haunted her and she was able to escape from the dreadful life, she had been born into. But that was only enough. The next time she woke up, she was able to open her eyes the smallest bit. Her mouth was dry, and she couldn't move her body. Pain traveled through her, when she tried to move, so she decided that staying still would better for her body. Right now, she didn't want to move.

"Hey, you awake?" The voice was soft, but she could tell that the owner of the voice wasn't used to speaking in such ways. The only thing she managed to force out was a groan in response, her eyes closing again against the pain. She desperately tried to sit up, trying to ignore the pain. "Don't try to move, or you'll make it even worse." he told her gently, pushing her back down slightly.

She tried to adjust her eye sight a little, to see who was talking to her. She felt a little relief swell up inside her, when everything in sight became clear in her eyes. The blur subsided to reveal a man, that appeared 18, with a mass of orange hair and warm brown eyes, that were staring back at her. She felt warmth and comfort surge through her body at his eyes. He wasn't looking at her, the way humans usually do. "Hi..." she greeted faintly, with a faint smile.

She watched the orange-haired male smile back at her slightly. "Hey, yourself." he greeted back. That was the only thing he could say, since she greeted him the same way. There was a brief, before she let out a groan as she tried to sit up. "Here, can you sit up a little?" he gently helped her sit up. Her whole body felt like it was on fire from the pain as he helped her sit up against the pillows. "Do you want something to drink?"

"U-Um...sure." Just as she responded, he wasted no time leaving the room and coming back, with a glass of orange juice, a few minutes later. She smiled at the boy, before her. "You're sweet. What's your name?" she asked him, softly.

"It's Ichigo. Ichigo Kurosaki." he told her, looking at her, with a soft expression.

She liked the way he was looking at her. His expression was filled with warmth and ease, that it made her heart melt. She just hoped that he wouldn't turn out like one of the hateful humans. "Hello...Ichigo..." she replied, blushing a bit. "I'm Moka."

"Moka." he repeated as if he were interested in the name, or something. "Pretty unusual name." The girl named Moka, looked down, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. The man, name Ichigo noticed this and immediately felt regret. "I'm not saying it's bad, or something. It's a cute name. Really."

This made Moka blush a bit. "O-Oh...you think so? T-Thank you." she responded, nervously looking down. That was something she wasn't from someone, like him. He didn't think her name was weird. "Where am I? How long have I-"

"Six days." he answered for her, cutting her off in the process.

Her eyes shot open in shock. 'I've been unconscious that long? That can't...it was just...' she felt her thoughts trail off somewhere else, other than the top subject. For some unknown reason, she couldn't remember what happened to her and why she was here. 'Why can't I remember anything about what happened to me?'

"Hey, you okay there?" came Ichigo's voice, interrupting her thoughts.

"Oh, I'm fine. Just thinking about a few things, that's all." She slowly sipped the orange juice, that had been given to her. She stared at the young boy, in front of her. He probably looked around her age; probably 18, or so. And the scowl on his face seemed like it was a normal expression to him. His eyes were an intense, amber color and his thin hands were stuffed deep in his pocket as he stared at her from beside her bed.

"Good to know. Now, we can find out where you live. I bet your parents are worried sick about you."

Moka's grip tighten around the glass a bit. The term "parents" really seem to bother her. "Parents?" she repeated.

"Yeah. They're probably out looking for you. Should you be a little grateful about them, doing that?"

"I don't have parents. I've lived by myself, since I was five." she replied, making it sound plain as simple. She had lived alone her whole life, to think about having parents. She never had anyone to take care of her, since day one, when she stepped foot on this earth.

Ichigo frowned a little at that response. Why doesn't this girl have anyone to look after her? What happened to her family? More importantly; what the hell happened to her? He felt anger towards her guardians for abandoning her, in a world like this. What kind of parents, would leave their child to deal with dangerous things in life? "I'm sorry. I didn't..." he trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"It's okay. I never knew my parents, anyway." she told him, trying to make him a feel at least better.

However, the response, she gave him didn't make him feel any better. He glared at the girl, before him slightly. "How come you're so cool about this? Aren't you-" he instantly stopped himself from saying anything else. He didn't know how to reply to her. If he said something, that might make her feel ashamed of herself, he felt like he might regret it. He didn't know what to say to her. "Never mind. I won't push you to talk about it." he said, looking away from her. Moka didn't speak for a second. Ichigo sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I'll leave you alone for now. Get ... get some sleep, alright?"

Moka didn't respond as he left the room.

It was pitch dark inside the house, when he flipped the living room light switch. His eyes automatically ventured to the small room that the girl... Moka, was staying in. It was at the end of the hall, leading toward the small clinic that his family owned.

Ichigo sighed and shrugged as his bare feet began shuffling across the hard wood floor, towards her room.

"I guess I might as well check on her." Opening the door, he walked silently into the room, sitting down in the chair beside Moka's bed. He stared into the sleeping girl's face and sighed; She looked so peaceful to him...

"Please...stop..." The soft, quiet voice broke through his thoughts and Ichigo turned to face the girl lying silently on the bed. Her fists were tightening on the bed sheets, tears leaking out of her closed eyes. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..." she mumbled in her sleep. "Please...leave me alone... I didn't do anything..."

'Is...she having a bad dream?' he asked himself in his head.

"Stop it...I won't do it again...I swear..." she whimpered.

This time, he didn't feel like he had the heart to listen to this, any longer. "Moka, wake up." he whispered, shaking her gently. "Wake up, you're just having a bad dream." He watched her eye lids slowly open, to reveal emerald eyes. He watched her slowly sit up, wrapping her arms. "You okay?"

"I..." she trailed, not being able to answer what asked. "I'm...weak..." Ichigo frowned. "It's true...isn't it?"

Ichigo shook his head. "No. It's not true."

"Yes it is... I can never do anything." She didn't want to feel or be weak. She wanted to do something for herself; to fight back. But she never could. Ever since she could think for herself, she'd been told she was weak. No one paid attention to her, not even the teachers...the people around her made her suffer...she was weak. "I never did anything...to defend myself. I let them step all over me...and I did nothing to stop it." She couldn't help but pour her soul out, towards this man that was listening to her. She felt at comfortable, telling him about her past. "I'm a dangerous person... I'm a monster...Everyone tells me I am... and I believe them."

Her tears were slowly falling from her eyes, her hands balling up into fists. Ichigo ran a hand through his orange hair. He wasn't sure what to do, at the moment, right now. He wasn't really an expert on comforting girls, when they're crying. Sure, he might have a few female relatives that cried, but this girl wasn't related to him. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know if he should he just talk to her, or try to console her. "What would make you think that way about yourself?" He asked, trying his best to comfort her. The crying girl looked at him. "Why do you think you're some kind of monster?"

"Because I am." she simply answered, looking down.

Ichigo tilted his head in confusion. "How so? You don't seem like it to me."

Moka looked away, her bangs shadowing over eyes. "You'd probably throw me out of your house, if I told you the reason on why I think I'm monster. But it wouldn't bother me." she told him, her soft voice quiet.

Ichigo shook his head. "No I won't. Just tell me why you think that you're that kind of person."

He watched the girl take a deep breath, before turning towards him with a serious look. "Do you believe in monsters?"

Ichigo seemed confused of why she asked that, but just decided to answer instead. "Uh...not really. Why?"

She looked at him, with a pleadingly look in her eyes. "Promise me, that you won't abandon me, if I tell you."

He could only give her a soft smile. "Of course. I would never do that to someone, who's injured."

She looked him dead in the eye. "I'm a vampire." she said, with no hesitation in her voice.

I'm just going to stop here for now. I know some of you were desperate for a longer chapter, but I promise I'll make a longer one. Luv ya!