• There wasn't much to see.
    He lead me to an alleyway, and my suspicions rose up. Why would there be a restaurant in an alley?
    My answer was evident: it was a lie.
    I had already sensed the lie before, but I hadn't paid any mind to it. Untill I got knocked out entering the alley.
    There wasn't much I could do, besides pretend I was unconcious. It took alot to do that to me.
    Someone dragged me along the wet stones, not bothering to swerve me aside from the rocks and other crap like that. I could hear voices in the distance.
    "...Why is she important?" A hoarse voice demanded.
    "Did you not pay any attention at all?" I recognized Hiroshi's voice.
    The rustle of fabric filled a silence, and I got pulled again. The air got colder, and I wished so bad I had that katana that hung on my mother's wall at her home. I had worked with it so many times...
    "No." A different voice - a lighter, softer one - replied.
    "Then you will see soon." He muttered.
    I was getting mad. Why the hell did they kidnap me or whatever?
    I hoped to find out soon.
    The smells in the air changed. It got warm, and the floor felt like wood instead of stone. It smelled like there was a fire in the hearth. I could smell some empty bottles of some nesty substance on an oak table. A brand new leather couch was also there.
    So you remember: my eyes were still closed.
    I got thrown to a corner, softly, but still abruptly. I saw it coming, though.
    "So, what is she for?" The man grunted again.
    "Watch. She will wake up in thirty seconds." Hiroshi muttered.
    I wanted some sort of weapon, demand what it is they wanted. I wanted them dead.
    Like if it had been there the whole time, a katana was in it's sheath at my back. Wondering, I did what I would do when I was training.
    I placed my hands on the wooden floor, pushing myself up off the ground. I did a flip while in the air, landing on my feet, and unsheathing the katana from my back in a second.
    "What do you want?" I asked of them.
    One of them had their eyes wide.
    "Oh." He muttered. It was the hoarse-voiced man. "You've found her."
    That particular one was something strange. He wore a black suit, with a bandena covering the lower part of his face, to his nose. His brown eyes were still wide, and he had black hair.
    "You mean..." The shorter one whispered.
    This one was a little different. He wore an outfit made out of scales, and he had sandals on. He had long brown hair into a ponytail, blue eyes filled with wonder.
    "Yes." Hiroshi told them, nodding.
    "I warn you, I will kill you if you do not tell me." I thretened. The heat in the room rose up as my anger filled my body.
    "Easy, Crimson." He told me, palms raised towards me. "We don't want to kill you. We have been searching for you, and for quite a long time."
    "What the hell are you talking about?!" They knew...
    "We need your help." The tallest one told me.
    "I won't help you, whatever it is."
    "Crimson." The smallest murmured. "Please. We need help from the great one herself."
    I raised one eyebrow, but kept my pose. They kept their distance.
    "We need the help from the Dark Vampire."