Monday: January 28, 2008
Who: Hayate & OPEN
When: Evening
Where: The dungeon in Town Hall.
What: A lone vampire in his cell. Any visitors?

The cell was cold, even for a vampire. Hayate could feel as much as he lay in the uncomfortable grip of the dungeon. It was a part of the underground layers of Town Hall, the part kept hidden from innocent eyes and known only to those who needed to know it. No sunlight reached these floors below. His eyes looked up to the ceiling, catching only the light of the faint lantern above his head and those along the hallway of cells. He saw nothing but concrete and smelt nothing but the cool, dank soil seeping through the cracks in the foundations. It was like a crypt in this place, and his only other company was the Elven guards standing watch outside of his cell. They believed their magic enough for his strength and their iron enough for his hold. He had yet to test it to find out for sure.

Hayate had been in this position before, but only once — captured in Argentina for strangling and mutilating a couple in a hospital hallway. It was a long story. Suffice it to say, a vehicle collision left him in critical condition and drained of blood. He awoke possessed and took the lives of the closest humans. They locked him in a local jail, but he broke out of it that night and fled the country.

That, however, was nothing by comparison to this. Escaping was easy when one had an entire world to disappear into afterwards. No matter where he ran, he was stuck under the watchful eye of the ten councils. They were the new United Nations, all bound together in brotherhood with common principles. He had nowhere to run but the barren wasteland beyond the havens, and even his chance of survival there was slim.

He had told them nothing, but it was only a matter of time before everything fell apart. Still, Hayate sat in perfect silence in his cell. He remained quiet — and, most of all, he waited. What else was there for him to do?