Happy easter to all of you (especially to the ones who celebrate it).
So, to make this day a happy one, I decided to give you the next chappy as a special gift for this day.
Have fun reading, as much as I have when I read your lovely reviews.

See ya
Shiro Yue

This night I had a strange dream.
I watched two birds fight up in the sky, well I guessed that they were birds, since I couldn't see them very well, from my spot down on the earth.
One of them eventually lost and fell to the ground.
That was the moment my eyes flew open wide and I found myself rolled into my blanket, in burrito-style, again.
I stroked with a shaking hand through my dampened hair, cursing at the feel of sweat soaked clothes.

Yuck!

A quick look at the clock told me it was still early at day, 3 am to be exact.
Unrolling myself and getting up to change my clothes, I wondered why I dreamed such a crap, as birds fighting and getting worked up about it.
'Geez, Something's definitively wrong these days.'
I got back into my bed and slept on for some hours, until I woke again around 10, luckily without any strange dreams haunting me this time.
After getting ready for the day, I decided that I should use the time I had to finish my sign-ups for the winter semester, since I didn't want to waste my chance for this year and having to wait until the next than.
When I was finished with that, it was already half past twelve.
With no idea on what to do now, I send a mail to everyone of the gang.

Hey, guys
S'up?
R U free?

One after another send me their answer.

Inoue:

Hi, Kurosaki-kun.
I'm on holidays with Tatsuki.
Sorry ^^

Tatsuki:

You already heard it
Sorry Ichigo

Keigo:

I told you guys I'd be snorkeling.
Why don't you ever listen to me TT_TT

Mizuiro:

Sorry Ichigo,
I'm busy.

Chad:

I'm in Mexico, visiting my abuelos grave
I call when I'm back

Ishida:

When you have the free time to annoy me with texts, you could use it better and start studying.

Well, I guess Ishidas was a 'no' as well.
Great and the whole ordeal had taken only ten minutes.
'What shall I do?'
Ah, right.
Shiro wanted to call today, maybe we could hang out later.
So for now, I chose to follow, Ishidas rudely spoken advice and studied a bit in the medic books my dad had given me.
I was so concentrated on the stuff that I didn't notice that the day went by, until it was getting dark outside.

Shiro hadn't called, the lack of a message of a missed call on my mobile proved it.
Maybe something had come up, possibly with his virtual company and he had forgotten to call.
Ok, I wouldn't get all clingy and call him to ask if something happened, not yet at least.
If he wouldn't give me a call or text me in the next twenty four hours I'll do it.

Shiros POV

When I had walked away from Ichigos house, yesterday I noticed the fresh smell of a slayer around it.
Luckily, they wouldn't sense us when we weren't in a direct radius around them.
They had evolved senses, but they, by far, couldn't get close to ours.
I chose to wait around a corner, to see if it was the one I had seen at the orange heads school.
Eventually someone emerged from the house and I caught sight of blonde hair under a dark hat.
He came toward the alley I hid in.
I would have sworn he didn't sense me, but as he walked just past the shadows of the sideway he spoke.

"You are lucky that I haven't my weapon with me, Lucifer's breed, or your head would be rolling to my feet by now."

That's already a day ago now and since than I've been locked into my office, studying what information we already had and trying to develop an attack that wouldn't lead into suicide.
All I knew were the names from four and weapons from three of the five slayers.
The one I met last night, Urahara Kisuke, a red haired guy, the female in their group and the youngster I saw at the high school.
From last mentioned, I still was waiting for information about his weapon, but so far, Shinji hadn't brought anything useful.
I wrecked my brain until nightfall of the following day, without eating or sleeping for about 48 hours, my body finally signaled me it couldn't withstand the strain any longer.
I stood on shaky legs and got some blood bags, emptying them on my way to my king sized bed I dropped on the same, falling asleep, literally.
Before my body even hit the mattress I was dead asleep.

Normal POV

"Monsieur, please have you some pennies you could spare me?"
The pale, white haired noble spun around, ready to bark at the beggar to get out of his sight, when he saw a little boy, not older than seven years, all dirty and clad in torn rotters.
He knelt down to the boy, giving him a warm smile.
"I know something better. I could give you a place to stay at and work for the money."
The boy smiled brightly at him and chirped a thank you at the noble.

Everything is dark for a moment, until the scene revives at another place.

The noble is at a house, obviously his own, introducing a woman to the boy and giving her orders she seems to dislike.
He walks past her, stating.
"If you dislike my order so much, I'm sure I can find a solution for it. How would you like to float down the Seine? I guess the citizens won't mind it when a woman, branded as a whore, less runs around on Pari's streets."
The woman than hurried to execute her order.
"Please forgive my rudeness, Marquis Lunalber."
The noble looked at the boy, smiled and told him to follow the maid.

Again the scene changed, after all had went dark for some time

The boy now was much older, already an adult.
He lay on the ground, blood splashed over his face.
The noble fell to his knees beside him, lifting the dying mans head in his arms.
"I'm sorry...that it had...to end...like this...brother."

"Kaien!"

Shiro sat straight in his bed, sweaty and one hand stretched out into empty air.
He let his hand drop to palm his face with it.
'Shit.'
He thought.
Now he remembered again why he didn't sleep longer than two hours in a row.

Those dreams would come and haunt him.
Dreams that had been just to real, long ago.

Lunalber, that was the name he got by in Europe, it was the Italian translation of his original name.
'Lun' from Luna, for zuki, the moon and 'alber' from albero, for ki, the tree.

Kaien, had been an orphan boy he had taken in, in France.
He treated him like a son and the boy saw something like a big brother in him, even calling him like that.
Than he had to go when the boy was only sixteen, because the citizens got suspicious of him.

They, had gotten him and some years later they met again, in a battle.
He had killed the boy, but Kaien was it who apologized to him.

It haunted him since than and he felt guilty when ever he had to consume a humans blood.
He hated it to force the people to share it with him, so that he could remain healthy.
His will of live had been broken and he stood on the verge of ending it, by starving himself, when he found others who shared his set of mind.
They developed the blood bank system and as technology developed further, they even found out why they preferred some blood over other.
It was because blood had different types and the one that was similar to their own, tasted best to them.
Now, when they got blood that was freely given by the humans, they didn't feel the guilt so much anymore.
Actually they felt good, because the system also helped to help the humans as well.
If it wasn't for those damn slayers, human and Vampires could have lived peacefully alongside each other since then.

Shiro got out of his bed and dressed into a Kimono.
He walked into the joined living hall.

Shiros POV

I found everyone in the living hall, even the slacker Starrk.

Starrk Coyote, a Vampire with blue-gray eyes and wavy brown hair, around 6,2" tall.
He's the second oldest in the group with 1180 years and the last one of the three born Vampires with mixed blood in our group.

I gathered my straying thoughts, swearing to myself that they wouldn't get what's mine again.
I looked at every single one before I spoke.
"Be ready. The fight will begin soon."

Chapter 7
End