- Room of Blood -

It was a scent that Dawn knew quite well. Rich, and deep, and completely maddening. She had drawn it from countless throats, then, as she settled back into the pace of a human life, countless donors. It was unmistakable, and, as she began to stir, she realized that she was lying face-first in a puddle of the stuff. Fresh, if the consistency was anything to go by. And she was not alone. Trying to ignore the gentle nudge in her mouth as her fangs descended, Dawn turned her head carefully towards the sound, and watched her company through her lashes. Given that she had woken up surrounded by blood, with no idea as to how she had arrived, she felt that her paranoia was fairly justified.

From what she could see, there were several others inside the room with her. A few were still unconscious, but some had risen and looked just as surprised as she was. A man, two women, and…

Dawn’s chest tightened. A child. It seemed as if all were nonhuman on some level, but none of them seemed to be openly hostile. Grunting, she pushed herself from the floor, warmth running down the side of her face as she stood. 

“Excuse me, um.” She brought a hand to her throat, cleared it, then went on. “I’m...guessing that none of you know how we got here. Or, well. Why.” Her eyes flickered over to one woman, who seemed to be having some sort of breakdown, then back to the group as a whole.

“But, ah, all...this,” Dawn took a moment to gesture around to her surroundings, “doesn’t belong to anyone here, does it?” The implications of any answer was unsettling, regardless. Wiping some of the blood from her chin, she turned, glancing around the room for...anything, really. A door. Boarded up windows, perhaps. Some way of getting out before whoever brought them there returned. 

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