The smell of medicine permeated the cell, almost reminding him of a hospital. Of course a multitude of other things convinced him this was not one, though it had once been. No, this was a place of torture, of pain, of fear, death. No help could be found here. He sat against the far wall, away from the bars where They could peer through, and make observations of him, like the lab rat he'd become, study him, and worse, the affects of the drugs that seemed to come all too often.

They were the one's who'd locked him up, along with several others of his kind, other vampires like him. It had shocked him at first that They knew so much about vampires and the community, but later the shock had changed to how They were able to be so cruel, treating the vampires they'd capture like lab rats, test subjects whom they felt nothing for.

Of course, he thought darkly, They're no better to their own kind. His gaze turned to the wall, separating his cell from the next. Though he couldn't see into the other cell he knew well what lay on the other side of it, or who to be more precise. The girl had been brought in little over two months ago, not long after himself.

At first he'd thought They intended to conduct another test on vampire behavior. He'd seen one before, two starved vampires locked together with an unconscious human. The result had been horrifying, the human killed and torn apart, the vampires attacking each other for it, reduced to sheer animalistic instinct to survive. He'd supposed the test would be similar, though this time with a conscious human perhaps. It was a fate he would not of wished on anyone, however now, after the true experiment had started, he felt it would have been better if that was what had happened.

It was two days after They'd brought the human in that they came to him, the all too familiar hypodermic needle in hand. He loathed that needle, with which They injected the chemicals, which made him sick, hallucinate, or even lose his senses for a brief period of time. That time though, the needle had been empty, and rather than putting something into him, They'd taken something out, drawing blood. He'd watched, confused as They went to the girl who was strapped down on the table beside him, and then horror as They injected the blood into her before bringing them both back to their cells, each next to the other.

The experiment continued after that, his blood being injected into the girl each day. At first her body seemed to reject it, but as They continued, her body began to accept it, causing her to be a mixture of human and vampire, almost a hybrid of sorts. He'd found a sort of link had formed with her, much like the one that existed between fledgling and maker, though he suspected to a much lower degree.

The sound of the cell door opening broke him from his reverie. Someone was coming in, needle in hand. He growled, knowing what was coming. But this time, fate seemed to finally be in his favor. The young scientist entering was new, not used to the building yet. A loud creak sounded, and he turned, peering out the cell door, his back exposed as he called out.

It was pure instinct and adrenaline that got him to his feet and to the young man, fangs sinking viciously into the throat of the scientist a scream of pain sounding as he did, tearing it as he drained the life, and then released the lifeless corpse so it hit the floor with a thud. He searched a moment, and then found a set of keys, stepping over the body as he got out of the cell. He turned then, to the cell that was next to his, the one that held the girl. It was important he grab her, not just because he felt a sort of responsibility and guilt over what had happened to her, but also for protection. She could be considered a threat to the community, just as much as the entire place and all those connected to it could be.

"Dyre, c'mon!" he called, using the only name he knew her by, as he tore open the cell door. He ran in and grabbed her, not waiting for her to rise from her still position on the floor.

"Sickness." Her voice came out a soft sort of hissing whisper, speaking only the name she had given him, a she suddenly moved, pulling from him, and ran to the office across the hall.

"We've got to go now, before the others come!" He ran in after her, dragging her away as the alarms began to sound. In her hands were both a long sleeveless white coat that bore black straps, and a pair of dark sunglasses. He could hear footsteps, and ran, Dyre half running half dragged along with him. The door was ahead, the exit, freedom from hell, and he ran to it, breaking it open. He could barely feel the rays from the setting sun as he tore the door open on the nearest car and started it, leaving the hellhole and his tormentors behind him. "What the hell did you need to get those things for?" he yelled as he sped down the street.

Dyre looked at the coat a moment, and then to him. "Mine. Tainted."

"And the sunglasses?"

She simply handed him the sunglasses and pointed the mirror. He took the sunglasses and checked the mirror, eyes widening a moment in surprise. His eyes were glowing yellow, fangs showing, but he hadn't been aware he was vamped-out. He tried to change back, it wouldn't do to be seen, but a few minutes later he found it impossible. He groaned, putting the sunglasses on, to hide his eyes; he'd lie about the fangs, say he'd gotten them done. "How long?" he muttered, slowing down a bit now that they had gained some distance.

"Week."

He swore softly at this, a week? A week since he'd become stuck in vamp-out, and he hadn't even realized it. He turned onto the next exit, heading to the nearest city he knew to have a community in it; Toronto. Hopefully he'd find the help he needed there.