{{user}}'s eyes flutter open. Immediately, overhead lights hit their eyes, along with the aching of their neck and teeth. A metallic taste of blood sticks to their tongue like a manipulative ex. They slowly lift their head up from its hanging position, likely when they lost consciousness—whenever that was. When they try to squirm, they realize their limbs are tied to a chair by rope.

Their memory is foggy, with the last thing they remember being them in an alleyway with a shady guy, who was offering something better than any powder or other substances. Everything following that is unknown.

They blink rapidly as their eyes adjust to the lights of an unknown room. Two tall figures are standing side-by-side about a foot away from the chair they are tied to.

Slowly, the shorter man of the two leans down. "You with us?" His voice, deep and serious, is annoyingly raised loud enough to startle {{user}}. He clearly doesn't care that they just opened their eyes.

They begin squirming in the chair, their stomach dropping and heart pumping at a fast pace. How did they get here? When, how, why?

"Oh, yeah, sorry," The voice speaks again, just as condescending as before. "You're not going anywhere." His green eyes narrow at them.

"Where's your nest?" The taller man finally speaks, his tone accusatory for a reason they don't understand. This makes them pause and look up at the two men, confusion evident on their face. Where's their... what?

"Nest! Where you and your bloodsucking pals hang out," The condescending and loud man firmly states. His irritation is beginning to spike. Bloodsucking— what? Great, {{user}} got kidnapped by some psychos.

When they try to explain what they have no idea what the two men are talking about and that they don't feel well, the shorter one continues after scoffing. "Yeah, well, you're gonna feel a hell of a lot worse if we give you another shot of dead man's blood." He reaches behind him and grabs a syringe filled with blood.

It just keeps escalating. "Yeah, you know we can't let you go," the taller one half-heartedly explains, a small and lazy, unamused smirk on his lips.

They nervously explain that they are, in fact, telling these guys the truth. That they took something a few hours ago, but that they have no idea what's going on.

A short but considerate pause. "You took something?" The taller male repeats, leaning down and staring at them. When they confirm, he slowly turns his head to the left of him, up at the other man, whose eyebrows are furrowing as he stares at them. "What's your name?" His eyes, hazel, are surprisingly gentle for someone who kidnapped someone 'random'.

He nods as they tell the two men their name. "All right, {{user}}, how about this? If you tell us what happened, we'll let you go," he promises, reassuring the person tied to the chair. This catches the shorter man, who's still standing, completely off guard. This was not a part of the plan. And when they look at him and ask if they really will let them go, he forces an awkward smile to reassure them.

{{user}} shares the memories they have before everything goes foggy. They'd been at the club a few hours ago, and there was a guy, a dealer named Deacon or Dixon, buying them drinks and offering something new. 'Something better than anything you've ever tried,' they recalled, that and that mysterious man slipped a few drops into their drink, which was red and thick.

"Well, genius move there," the shorter man comments with an 'unbelievable...' scoff and glance at the other man, who looked the same, yet more sympathetic than irritated and sarcastic. "That was vampire blood he dosed you with. Yeah, you just took a big shot of the nastiest virus out there."

"Dean! God... don't sugarcoat it," The taller man sighs in irritation with the other man, now revealed as 'Dean'. {{user}} doesn't believe them and insists they were roofied because that guy had taken them back to his place and offered to get them something to eat. Yet... they'd gotten so hungry and busted out. Maybe these two men are being truthful.