Hostage
His eyes opened slowly, feeling like he had hit a brick wall, which he didn't understand. He was a vampire, how the fuck did he manage to feel like this? Well it didn't really matter now as he opened his eyes wider to look around the room. First thing he could smell was dried blood, it's rusty scent making him feel sick. How long had it been now? He didn't know if days had passed or not. There was no way to tell unless he tasted the blood. It would tell him how long. Ignore the blood. Find out where you are, a voice told him in his head. Bright blue eyes looked around the room. The simple wood looking walls almost matched the wooden floor he had been laying on. There was a rug off to the side where the scent if dried blood was coming from.
Forcing his body upwards he let out a pained sound at the weakness his body seemed to be experiencing. Whatever had been put into his body had to have some vervain in it. That and combined with a hell of a lot of drugs. Probably a bunch of them. Getting himself to stand he walked over to the rug and placed his hand down against the fibers, the blood was his and as he looked at his wrist there was drying blood there. Most likely trying to give it to his lover who had been shot. Fuck if he knew at the moment. Running a hand through his hair he tried to walk towards a door, his body now burning through whatever he was given. Although he fell forward before he reached the door.
Asher Cain Salvatore had been given way too many drugs and not enough booze. And this was going to dive him nuts if his body didn't burn the drugs out soon. Picking himself up once again he slammed himself against the door he growled a little, sounding a bit like an animal. He hadn't meant to, it was just happened. Pulling himself away from the door he opened it and stood up straight, the drugs almost fully healed out his his body. "God damn it when I get out of here I'm going to rip something apart," he grumbled.
