Who: Michael and Cordelia. What: Michael's first encounter with vampires. When: Evening. Where: Streets. Rating: TBD. Status: In progress.
He didn't understand. One second he was sitting in his cell in Sona, and the next he was standing in the middle of a large city with nothing to call his own other than the very clothes on his back. One might have assumed that he'd have been relieved to be done and away from the prison in which he had been planning on escaping from. Especially since he no longer had to waste anymore time thinking on a proper escape just so that he could help some man he knew nothing about walk into the hands of the same people who had murdered Sara.
Sara.
His stomach wrenched painfully at the mere thought of her name and Michael stumbled to the side, his hand reaching for the brick wall beside him. Head bowing downward, Michael closed his eyes and bit back the sudden ache of pain that coursed it's way through him.
She was dead. Murdered. Gone forever.
And Lincoln. As furious as he was with his older brother for keeping it a secret from him, Michael couldn't help but feel terrified on his part as well. Ten minutes into the city and he had managed to beg a few coins away from those who pitied him enough to hand it to him. They instantly were fed into the first payphone that he found. Seconds later, Michael discovered that his brother's phone no longer seemed to be working. Which only meant one thing: The Company. They must have gotten to him. So now Lincoln was probably dead or as good as. Which didn't make much sense to Michael, since his brother was supposed to be an important factor toward the very equation that would help The Company get exactly what they wanted from Michael. Nothing around here seemed to make sense at all to him. Which, in short, terrified him. Especially since Michael was so used to being able to figure things out without much trouble.
Running his fingers over his face, Michael pushed away from the wall and continued walking. He had to get out of here. He had to find Lincoln. And The Company. He needed to find them. Because if he didn't? LJ would die. His nephew. His family. Despite what Lincoln may have said to him, Michael had hardly intended on sitting back and waiting for his nephew to die. He cared for him just as much as he would have if he had his own son.
But where to start? Eyes spotting a small group of people huddled on the dark corner ahead of him, Michael moved to approach them, mouth opening to speak as soon as he was within a good distance of them. "Excuse me. I was wondering if you could tell me --"
And then one of them turned around to face him. Yellow eyes, bumpy forehead, and sharp teeth that would have easily put any forged knife in both Fox River and Sona to shame. Brow furrowing in confusion, Michael watched as the others turned to face him, their faces just as disfigured as the first that he had seen. A low growl erupted from within the group. Then, one of the men stepped forward and grabbed Michael roughly by the neck and hauled him toward him with ease. Despite the struggle that Michael put in, he couldn't seem to wrench himself away from the man.
Or whatever he was.
Eyes widening, Michael pushed against the creature and tried to pry his hands away from his throat. The man nearly laughed and squeezed even tighter, completely cutting off Michael's air supply.