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Michael woke in a bed that he quickly noticed wasn't his own, covered in many lavish blankets and surrounded by more pillows than any bed needed. He had a futile attempt to get out of the unfamiliar resting place, his head was reeling, and he felt almost unsteady. Unable to hold himself up without a spell of dizziness came over him. When he had tried, he was quick to fall back down onto it. He was weak. Too weak for his own liking. Every couple of movements causing him mild discomfort and pain.

He looked around for a moment, his gaze catching each slimmer of sliver than seemed to cling to the furniture like a koala to a tree. The room was big, a vanity in the corner, a dresser to his right, and a chair to his left. Although there was something more interesting than the furnishings and old wallpaper that glistened in the morning glow. There was a person sitting in the nearby chair. A tall and lanky figure, dark among the shades of reds that covered the huge room. He was slightly panicked at the sight of another person, even more so since he didn't know where he was. A sense of dread came over him as he realized how vulnerable he was to the other person. His eyes were wide, and his body trembled from both panic and fatigue as he tried to crawl to the other side of the bed and away from the person that had been watching him sleep.

The pale person sitting in the chair glared at him as if he were a problem child being difficult one too many times for their liking. The figure stood up in one fluid movement, walking like they were floating above the ground with elegance. Their eyebrows were furrowed as they inspected Michael like a raven, inspecting the dead corpse they had been eating. Michael just stumbled backward as the figure approached him, eyes wide but riddled with eyebags beneath them. He glanced around the room before he caught his reflection in the mirror of the vanity, a hand immediately snapping up to the bandage on his neck. The gauze tainted a red color with what could only be his own blood.

The figure got closer, crawling onto the bed and yanking Michael by the chin to get a better look of the man. The person's narrow eyes met the other's more frantic ones. They spoke up, their voice almost commanding, although not asking for anything specifically or questioning the man in their bed.

"You should rest some more. You're still weak."

Michael stuttered out something incoherent. Even despite his previous slumber, his body had yet to release enough blood for him to be very strong. And with the adrenaline coursing through him along with whatever blood he still had left, his brain short-circuited for a moment. Watching the man in front of him with wide eyes before quickly shoving him off, or at least trying to. His heart beating so fast he thought it might beat out of his chest.

The figure allowed Michael to push him back slightly, giving him some space, although his hand never left Michael's chin as he continued to inspect him. Frantic, Michael began to question the person that was in front of him, his voice a mix of panic anger and a hint of fatigue.

"Where in the great hells am I!? And who are you?!

The figure looked almost offended by the shouting and shushed Michael without a second thought. Their gaze shifted over to the door of the room, waiting and watching for a moment before making their way back to Michael. They huff in annoyance, speaking as if what they were saying was the most obvious thing in the world, and Michael was an idiot for not seeing it.

"All will be answered if you don't wake the others from their slumber."

Michael did not appear very happy with that answer, the statements that the figure was making much to vague for his liking. He grabbed at the wrist of the hand that had been holding his chin, forcing it off of him without much force due to the lack of care that the other had about it.

"Why must you be so vague? I want answers, or I will make you give me answers.

The annoyance in the figure deepened, his gaze sharpening as he looked at Michael with distane. Michael was not in any position to be giving out such threats, but he did so out of desperation and pure panic. Though it did not help him as much as his instincts had initially thought it would have. It only seemed to make the black haired person more irritated.

"You are in no such position to be saying such things, and you know it. I am Adam if that comforts you any, though."

Michael does not respond with his own name, just looks around as if trying to find a way out of the room and away from this 'Adam' guy. Adam notices this and grasps at his face once more, holding Michael's gaze on his as he stares at the other with an intensity that he had never seen before. His face was likely comical, a big man being towered over by a skinny one but seeming increasingly afraid as the other got closer.

"Do not be a prick. I will answer your questions when the time comes, but for now I will only give you one to quench your curiosity. You are at my house west of St George Town, many other people live here so I recommend you watch your step... That is if you can walk, with how beaten up you were when I found you."

Michael's panic calms a smidge at the small explanation, he knew the town, been there once or twice in passing. It was the next town over from Michael's house, and if they were nearby St George Town, there weren't very far from where Michael lived. His body ached and groaned out and all he wanted to do was sleep in his own bed at home instead of having to deal with this vague individual.

Adam paused for a moment, his hand coming up to a bruise on the others cheek and pressing down gently on the wound. Michael whinced and Adam stopped putting pressure on the wound but didn't even flinch at the sound. Only letting out a small 'hmph' at the reaction before mumbling something to himself. The mumbling revealing a sliver of a sharp canine tooth, a long bright white tooth with a sharp point.

Michael raised an eyebrow when he saw the pesky little thing in the other man's mouth. He supposed it could just be normal, just a sharp tooth, nothing wrong with that. But something about it irked him, something about it didn't feel right. He had heard of the wretched creatures before but they were rare to see without dying at the hands of them

Vampires.

They were known to be out near St George Town, past the city and into the forests beyond. It was all scary stories you would tell little kids to scare them, although there were a few too many coincidences about the stories that made it seem all too real. Deaths of real men told like a ghost story while they rotted away beneath the earth, unable to tell their own stories with truth rather than exaggeration of their lives, or rather their deaths.

Michael tried to get another look at the canine but failed to as the other man didn't seem to smile much. It was hard to see his teeth without a wide grin or at least a little less distance. Adam moved away and off the bed after his inspection of the wound, standing at his full, staggering height as he looked down at the man on the bed. He spoke, his annoyance seeming to have lessened with time.

"How do you feel?"

Even without an overwhelming amount of annoyance, Adam didn't smile, his words not parting his lips enough to show off those sharp canines of his. The question was more out of curiosity rather than real concern and that was very evident in Adam's tone. It was rather flat and cold, as it had been most of the time when Michael hadn't annoyed him so much. Michael just shrugged, a hand coming up and covering the gauze on his neck like it would help any with the pain.

"I'm feel exhausted, my neck hurts the most. Although it is bearable, the dizziness I feel is not."

Adam hummed softly in response, taking a second to think before he eventually responed back to the other person His voice growing warmer in time, less firm and cold.

"Would you like some water..um... What is your name? I think you were to busy being a prick to tell me earlier."

Michael let out a tired sigh at the mention of his earlier actions despite them being entirely justified in his panicked mind. He mumbled out his name, getting a little irritated himself at the man's view of his perceived lack of politeness.

"Michael, my name is Michael and I do not feel water will be much help..."

After almost their entire first encounter, Adam gave him a small, almost miniscule smile. Barely a twitch of the corner of his lips but so clearly there at the same time. He nodded, his gaze flickering down to the covered wound on the other man's neck and lingering there before he stood up a little straighter and began his stroll to the bedroom door. His voice filling the room as he did.

"Make yourself at home Michael, me and my family will take care of you to the best of our abilities until you are able to leave. I will be making food downstairs and there's clothing in the dresser if you would like to change."

Adam left after he had finished talking, not awaiting a response from Michael for he expected a smile and a nod rather than any questions. Leaving Michael alone in the bedroom that was apparently Adam's, none of his things and only bandages on his body to prove he was no longer in a dangerous place.