“I think we lost her. Are you okay Number 6? Number 6?” Miyako paused and turned around to notice that she was all-alone. She had lost Number 6, but before she could dwell on that for very long she heard the flutter of wings. Looking around franticly, she pushed her back up against one of the lockers. The flapping drew closer, but she couldn’t tell where it was coming from. It seemed to be coming from behind her and in front of her. Too scared to go in either direction, Miyako slumped down onto the floor and began cradling her knees as she rocked back and forth.

“This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.”

“What’s wrong Miyako, you’re looking a little batty?” Choking back a cry, Miyako lifted her head up to see Ichigo’s giant head hanging upside down above her on the body of a tiny black bat. Ichigo grinned at her, showing a pair of razor sharp canine teeth. She lunged down at Miyako, mouth open ready to drink the girls blood, but as the tiny bat came at her, Miyako raised her hands and swat at it, pushing it back. Ichigo flapped in front of her face, hissing and clawing at her with her sharp feet, but unable to fight off the teenage girl. Miyako threw a punch and actually knocked the flying rodent back.

“Hah! Not so tough now!” Miyako confidently boasted as she rose to her feet with her fists raised in the air. Ichigo just flapped her wings and stared at Miyako, the punch not seeming to bother her as she smiled vacantly at the bookworm. Sneering, Miytako took a step forward to fight back some more when she saw them start swooping in. She hadn’t been imaging things when she heard flapping coming from both directions. Dozen’s of Ichigo bats had been flying towards her and now they were here and hungry.

“You do know bats eat insects right?” Miyako said in a whispered as she backed up until she was pinned up against the lockers again. The Ichigo bats just smiled and then came at her at once. Miyako screamed as dozens of heads attacked to flapping black bodies attacked her. Their fangs sank into her flesh, digging deep into her veins to draw out her blood. The Ichigo bats were all over her, biting into her neck, both shoulder, her stomach, her thighs and even her breasts. Their wings flailed as they took long gulps, drawing the blood right out of Miyako. The color drained from Miyako’s face as she lost blood, her eyes became sunken, her body stopped struggling and her flesh started to writher. Finally the Ichigo bats pulled away, their mouths dripping blood as they circled Miyako like vultures.

They had sucked her drew. Miyako looked like a dried out corpse with her dried out, wrinkled skin clinging to her bones and dozens of large pairs of holes littered over her body. She took deep, harsh breathes as she laid on the floor dying. “I…was…supposed….to….go….to….Tokyo….U….”

The Ichigo bats chirped loudly, like a gaggle of witches laughing. They started to melt together, quickly forming into the original Ichigo who was dressed in a cheesy vampire costume including the plastic fangs. Kneeling before her drained friend, Ichigo blew lightly on her and her body broke apart into dusty particles. Miyako was blown away, nothing but dust for the janitors to clean up. Her thirst quenched, Ichigo turned her attention to the big three.