My head throbs. Slowly, I regain consiousness. What happened? I open my eyes slowly. I ache all over. I'm in a dark room. I can barely see the wall opposite me. I try to rub my eyes only to find my wrists chained to the wall by my head. What the hell?!! Where am I??!!!! I examine the room more closely, even thought my head is pounding from that drugged cloth. The wall on my left has a door in it. I can tell it's solid wood and very sturdy. Most likely locked too. I look to my right. I freeze. In the corner, a young man sits with his head down. I can see his golden blonde hair clearly even in the dark. His wrists are bound tightly with rope and they lay limp in his lap.
"Yukito?" I ask, my voice cracking because my throat is so dry from the drug. His head snaps up. I gasp. He looks awful. His lips are cracked and bleeding. He has two nasty brusies; one on his cheek and bleeding, the other around his eye. His glasses are broken, one of the lenses cracked. But his sky-blue eyes are filled with anger, dispite his ragged appearance.
"Kasumi..." His voice is also cracked. He must have been drugged too. "I'm sorry."
"Yukito, what the hell is going on?! Who was that vampire and what does he want? I need to know what's going on!!"
Yukito sighs and shakes his head. "I don't know about the vampire. But I have to tell you now. I might not get another chance. I think there's a traitor on the Counsel of Elders."
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