Neliel felt the grip of the albino Vampire loosen and the talon like nails withdraw from her throat.
She elbowed him in the stomach and freed herself, than headed over to Shuuheis side and lifted her weapon at the Vampire.
Shiro instead was too distracted to even bother feeling the dull pain in his stomach or worry about the weapons pointed at him.
His attention was directed to something else and that was the young orange haired slayer.

Something was going terribly wrong, something no one of the gathered people would ever forget for as long as they lived.

While Shiro was just staring past the slayers in front of him, Kisuke wondered what was going on in his back but did not dare to turn his eyes off the pure blooded Vampire.
He thought that maybe Ichigo had done something to bring him into such a state of shock, unfortunately the young man was moving outside of his radar - which was a sign for him that Ichigo still didn't trust him completely – so that only were assumptions.

Things seemed to happen all at once suddenly.
Shuuhei rushed forward, capturing the albino, pushing him to his knees and holding one of his blades against the pale throat, when something entered Kisukes radar from behind his back.
The blonde spun around to warn the youngsters of the approaching danger, but the words died in his throat at the view he found.
The young archer Ishida hung limb in the arms of a Vampire, head tilted to the side and the fangs of the blood sucker sunken into his neck.
Ishida slowly was getting paler, his skin taking on a greyish tint, but more disturbing than that was the appearance of the person who was sucking the life out of him.
The gazes of the others also fell onto the shocking scene and they were unable to do anything else than gasp or whisper the names of the two involved.
A few minutes went by, with no one daring to move and in the end, Ishidas attacker slowly came to his senses by himself.

Ichigos POV

I don't know what happened after I went down to my knees, but the first thing my blurry mind registered was a coppery taste in my mouth.
How it got there I had no idea, maybe I've gotten hit, or I bit my tongue.
Slowly my eyes began to focus, while more and more senses came back to me, the smell of blood hitting my nose and my nerves registering a limb weight resting against my right shoulder.
When finally my eyes were all focused, I found myself standing right behind Ishida, who was the dead weight on my shoulder, surrounded by the other slayers.
I couldn't comprehend what had happened, nor what was going on, when my so called comrades directed heir weapons at me.

Normal POV

Right after Ichigo had regained his mind, he sunk down to the ground, looking back and forth between the unconscious archer and the other slayers around him.
"Wh-What?"
He mumbled confusedly.
Shiro let out a short laughter, hiding his shock behind a mask of sarcasm.
"Finally awake, sleeping beauty?"
Kisuke turned around to Shiro, looking at him with steel cold eyes.
"What did you do to him?"

The albino answered the stare with his own, baring his fangs, that had grown because of the smell of blood in the air.
"I didn't do anything to him. In this life at least."
"And in his past?"
"Like I would know who he was in his past life."
"Kaien Shiba."
That made Shiros eyes widen.
Ichigo had been Kaien?
Than was this his fault maybe, did he do something to bring this fate over the one he cared about?
"I...He...shouldn't have been reborn than."
"What did you do?"
Kisuke yelled at him.

Silence spread no one saying a word, until the person of interest rose his voice.
"Does anyone care to explain what happened?"
The attention of everyone was on him again, as well as their weapons.
"Why are you holding your weaponry into my face? And why is Ishida unconscious?"
The blonde slayer stepped forward to Ichigo not bothering to answer any of his questions.
He held his sword toward Ichigos chest in hearts height.
"Kisuke?"

"He'll kill you."
Shiro stated, while thinking over the situation and the ways to get out of it alive, together.
"Why?"
Ichigo asked both the blonde and albino.
"Because you're his enemy."
That confused the orangette completely, he didn't know what was going on or how it had come to this and the others didn't do anything to solve his problems.

Shiro had made up a plan to escape with Ichigo, before anything worse could happen and he'd use the vampires that still hid in the factory behind them to create some turmoil.
He gave them a mental order to attack the still conscious slayers and knock them out as well.
As one of the lower Vampires attacked Shuuhei, who still held Shiro captured, the albino received a light cut to his throat while freeing himself of the slayers hold.
The hunters were kept busy so Shiro rushed over to Ichigo, picked him up and ran for it, holding him in bridal style in his arms
"What the hell is going on Shiro?"
"I try to understand it myself, when we're at a safe place we talk about it."
"What place would that be?"
"My mansion."
"How the fuck is that a safe place? I'm a slayer. Your pals will rip me apart."
Shiro chuckled a bit at that, but than said.
"They wouldn't lay their hands on someone under their leaders protection, if they don't want to get themselves killed."

At the mansion Shiro sat Ichigo down onto the sofa and than disappeared to his living wing.
The same time he came back, Grimmjow entered the living hall cocking his nose.
"The fuck does the kid smell like an awful mix of Vamp and slayer for?"
Shiro held some blood bags and a wet towel in his arms, while putting the bags on the table he told Grimmjow.
"Fuck off blue. I have other things to worry about."
The blunette did as he was told, but not without grumbling something about moody pure bloods.

Shiro simply ignored him and turned to Ichigo to clean his face from the drying blood on it.
"Shiro, what is with this bags? Is that blood in it?"
"Yeah it is."
Ichigo eyed the red bags suspiciously.
"You aren't planning on eating them in front of my eyes, are you?"
Shiro didn't answer him immediately, but looked at him, waiting for the young adult to meet his gaze, when he finally did he said slowly and dead serious.
"Those aren't for me, Ichigo. They are for you."
He watched the white towel get a red tint, blinking a few times in confusion while the words slowly registered in Ichigos head.
"What?"

Chapter 15
End

So, who did see this coming?
Just keep waiting, it'll get even better.
My evil plot bunny put some real nasty idea in my head, not long ago.