So I got a message from the admins, and they removed the third book of my trilogy, Moonlight Memories and I don't get why.
Because Of that, I removed the two chapters that inform you of the teasers to this story.
To any new reader, if you want to watch those go here:
sheeiren. deviantart. com -/- gallery /35846317

One more thing...
Yesterday (June 1st) was my birthday, so maybe, If I find my good mood again, you'll get an extra chappy.
For now, have fun with this one

They stared silently at each other, until eventually Shiro gave up and emitted a sigh before he repeated.
"I said those are for you, Ichigo."
"Yeah I got that. But why?"
Shiro held the dirtied towel, up into Ichigos face and grumbled at him, his patience wearing short today.
"Look, what I'm wiping off here isn't red grape juice, ok?"
Ichigo pushed the towel aside, glaring at the albino and snapping back.
"I'm not an idiot. I know that I got blood on my face, but why would I need blood bags for a minor wound like a bitten tongue?"
That statement baffled the Vampire.
It was like Ichigo still didn't have the slightest idea of what obviously had happened.
"Ok. Either you really don't know what happened or your brain blocks and denies everything of it."

He stood up to pace in front of the oblivious orangette for some time, before he stopped abruptly, snapped his head toward the other male and asked.
"How much have they taught you about us?"
Ichigo kept silent for a moment, wondering why that was of interest now, but than decided that answering wouldn't hurt anyway.
"Just the types of Vampires and their place in your hierarchy."
Shiro took up his pacing again, mumbling to himself all the while, Ichigo catching the words 'pyramid' and 'side ranks' and wondered what was troubling the albino so much.
"Shiro would you just tell me what is going on, please."
The pure blood stopped once again, his crossed arms falling to his sides and a sigh leaving his lips.
"Fine, I just need to confirm one thing, before I can be really sure. Is any of your parents a Vampire?"
"No."
The young slayer said immediately, uncertain why Shiro would ask such a thing.
"Fine than."

The Vampire accepted what he was told and as he sat down next to Ichigo he began to word his suspicions.
"So if that is the case, than I can think of only one thing that could have happened for you to turn out like this."
Ichigo knitted his brows in a deep scowl.
"Like what?"
"You seems to be a rare type of Vampire. One we call a Born-turned-Vampire."
"I'm what? The fuck are you saying Shiro? I'm a slayer, how can I be a Vampire as well?"
Ichigo all but yelled in the albinos face, shocked and a bit angered about such a crazy idea.
"We'll get to that, but first let me explain something about this type of Vampires."
Shiro paused for a moment, searching for the right way to start and waiting for Ichigo to calm down so far that he would listen carefully.

"We...live in a society as likely to any society mere humans know them, so naturally we have rules, like to never kill our prey and just take enough blood to survive, if needed from more than one person. The rule that is one of the most important, is that one shall never attack a pregnant woman, because it can endanger the child and let's face it, humans stay being our one and only food resource, so we need to make sure that there will be new generations to be born. Of course like in every other society, there are people who don't follow those rules, that's why it can happen that when a pregnant woman gets attacked, that somehow a Vampires blood gets into her system, most likely through an other Vampire who tries to safe her and the child, by feeding her a small amount of blood, because even such a small amount holds enough regenerative powers for a normal human body to safe its life. Unfortunately that little bit can affect the infant and change it into a Vampire. The born child can be either a Vampire from the day of it's birth, or it changes into one, like we pure and half bloods."

Shiro let the information sink in before he chose to ask Ichigo.
"Has your mother been attacked by a Vampire when she was pregnant with you?"
"No, my dad said she was attacked by one before they met, so she couldn't have been pregnant."
Shiro opened his mouth just to shut it again when Ichigo interrupted him before he could even make a sound.
"Before you say anything, I'm definitely my parents child. My dad ran a test on it when I was born, because my mum didn't remember anything of the attack and she was thinking just the same as you and dad wanted to blight those thought asap."

The Vampire nodded, acknowledging what he was told.
"That leaves just one other option, which is that she had a Vampires blood still in her when she got pregnant. You have to know, that depending on the type of birth and he individual strength of a Vampire, the blood of it can survive for some length of time in the human system. Mine can last up to two month for example, since I'm a pure blood and rather a strong one as well."

Now it was Ichigos turn to jump up and pace like a caged animal, but unlikely Shiro he grew more frustrated the longer he ran up and down until he was on the verge of rage, his fingers twitching with the need to punch anything to make his storm of emotions some air.
Shiro sensed the distress and tried to calm him, but when he got up to lock Ichigo in an embrace , he received a sucker punch to the stomach, followed by an angry bark.

"Why the fuck me, huh?"
The punch was so strong it knocked the air out of the albino and his pained gaps pulled Ichigo back down to earth.
"Shit! Shiro are you ok?"
"Yeah...A nice right hook you have though."

He could need some blood now, to aid the repair of any bruise that might show instead and to soothe his nerves, so he grabbed a blood bag and sunk his fangs into it, a little drop of the red liquid passing his lips and spiking the air with a coppery smell.
Shiro heard a groan come from Ichigo, saw him raise a hand to cover his mouth and nose while the albino emptied the bag in record time.

"Shit. Do you have to drink that now?"
The albino threw the empty plastic aside to answer.
"I wouldn't have, if you hadn't hit me just now with the strength of a bulldozer."
The orangette nodded and looked apologetically at Shiro, when suddenly his stomach decided to growl.
An amused smirk appeared on the Vampires face and he told his distressed lover.
"Ichigo I know you are hungry, so don't hesitate and just dig in. This blood is given freely, so no need to feel guilty about drinking it."
Hesitantly the orange head reached for one of the bags and raised it to his mouth.
When his fangs pierced the bag and its contents filled his mouth, he couldn't hold back the joyous moan escaping his throat.
In his mind he knew he should gag at the taste, like any normal person probably would, but it tasted so good, like nothing he had ever eaten or drunken in his entire life.

After the bag was empty and tossed to the other one, Ichigos curiosity had come back.
"So, where does this type of mine stand in your hierarchy?"
"It's a side class. It doesn't belong into the main pyramid, but it stands between the turned and the born mixed blooded."
Silence spread between the two, until something dawned on Shiro.
"Did you just say, 'type of mine'?"
Ichigo rolled his eyes and looked at him.
"I just drank a whole bag of blood, without puking it out instantly again. No way I can deny what's obvious, duh."
Shiro was happy that Ichigo took it so well now, but there was something else that troubled him.
"What will you do now? Do you want to fight with me against the slayers or do you want to go back to them?"
"I don't think that they will welcome me back, with open arms. More likely they will try to kill me, but I don't want to fight them either."
"So you still wish for the peace between life long enemies."
"Yeah."
"What if they are unwilling to bend to your wishes?"

Ichigos kept silent at first, facial expression darkening, than finally he said with a determined but at the same time slightly pained voice.
"Then maybe I have to bend to the unavoidable and kill them for once and for all."
Shiro saw that this thought hurt the orangette immensely, so he pulled him into a hug mumbling promises that he wouldn't let this happen and kiss him shortly on his soft warm lips.
After Ichigo relaxed in his arms, Shiro informed him almost casually.
"Oh, and I'd suggest you don't touch any normal food and drinks for some time, or else the toilet will become your new best friend."
"Aha. Why is that so?"
The older Vampire let go of Ichigo again, then answered.
"Because the strain your body was and probably will be under, through the change. Since it happened to you, from one moment to the other it's a lot worse than it had been for me. I went through this change over years, so I had a lot time to adjust my body to it step for step. So you need to give yours at least a bit time as well."

Ichigo nodded and grabbed another blood bag.
"Than I sate myself with that for now."
He bit into the bag, drinking its contents in big gulps.
While Shiro watched him eat so eagerly, he remembered that there had been one more class, not fitting into the hierarchy and that they had left something of great importance behind, but the orangette was far more important than some old dusty reliquary, right now.
"Ichigo, you should probably go home. Your family might be worrying about you by now."

The mentioned young man discarded he now empty bag, before he leaned back against the soft sofa,his eyelids getting heavy.
"Sure they are. But I'm...way too tired. ...Tomorrow..."
After he had just barely brought the single word out, stating his intention of going home the next day, he was sound asleep.
Shiro sighed, for what felt like the millionth time this evening and picked the sleeping man up to bring him to a more comfortable place to rest.
Preferably his own king sized bed.

Chapter 16
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