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As Kalia cleaned his wounds and bandaged them, she would noticed many spots that had blood around them, but no injury could be seen. It almost seemed like a guessing game at what blood spots where wounds and what was not. His head by this point was completely healed, so there was no reason that she could tell that his head should be covered in blood as it was.

Moments after she left the room, and Kia has been settled, did he awake. he awoke in a fit, awakening with a jump. He didn't know where he was, or what had happened. He expected to have leaves all around him, and dirt. Instead, he was in a bed, with a blanket over him. In his confusion, Kia tried to move his arm to get up, but it wouldn't move. He felt weak. More tired than he could remember.

He could feel pressure on parts of his body. When he slid his hand over those spots, it seemed like a cloth was pressed there, or a bandage. Panic arose in his, as he started to remember pieces of the events from before. The attack, his house. He tried to move, but couldn't. All he managed to do was roll over, and off the bed.

With a thud, Kia landed butt first onto the floor. The blankets a ball around him. He tried to fight, but it was too heavy. It felt like a sheet of lead, instead of the light blanket it really was. It was then, that the darkness took him over again, as he still fought with the blanket, even as he fell back into unconsciousness.

Kia started to wake up again, the cloud of confusion still hanging over him, but the panic had subsided. He felt stronger, and better already. He opened his eyes, slowly. The light seemed bright to him, and he could see a hazy figure from the corner of his eye. In a dry voice, Kia asked, "Where... where..." He couldn't finish the sentence, as he still felt weak from the lack of blood.

His eyes wondered, not really seeing anything at the time. He was trying to figure out where he was, but the room was hazy. He was in a room. Not outside... Then the memory of the attack came to him. His eye's shot open, wide. "Watch out!" He shouted, his throat still dry sounding. He also sat up, and then fell back down into the bed, not having the strength to stay sitting up. Landing on the pillow with a dull thump, he reached a hand up to his head, covering his eyes. The darkness his hand provided helped.

Once again, Kia spoke, "Where am I?" The wounds that she had bandaged had already healed completely, now that blood was being introduced into his system.

The shock of the past events slowly sank in. Pieces of the attack slowly faded into his memory, no longer sparking in his head randomly. "Your place? Oh." Kia said, finally seeing the place for the first time with the haze gone.

Then he remembered her hand, "What about you? Weren't you injured? You seemed worse than me from what I could tell." He was trying to catch a glimpse of her hand, to see if he was right. He could feel the IV in his arm, and looked up to see a blood bag. "I hate seeing those. I have to look at them too often."

The thought of food reminded him of his sudden taste for blood, her blood. It turned his stomach, so he shook his head. "No, I'm not hungry. I don't think I will be for a while..." 'A long while' Kia finished in his head.

Kia turned pale for a moment, "No no. I think I'm good. I don't think I could stomach anything right now, even if you did bring it in here and force fed me." Kia was all but waving his hands in front of him defensively.

Thinking to himself, as she stood over him, hand on hip, Kia couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. Her forceful tone, the way her hips where. Kia gave in to the thoughts this time. He would have plenty of time to ask his questions to her now. He could indulge himself a little in thoughts that where pleasant.

"Do you... know anyone..." He didn't want to ask her yet, He still didn't know her. "Ah, you mentioned something about a council back there. What were you talking about? It seemed you two where having an argument over that, as much as over me."

As he spoke, his vision started to turn. He seemed to be seeing blood everywhere. The bright redness of it. Someone stood in front of him. Someone he didn't know. Then he was back in the room. It was strange. Pleasant, yet revolting. The blood everywhere was enough to turn his stomach again. "I really think I will pass any food, no matter what it is, " Kia reiterated, just to make sure it was clear.

Kia looked at her, "So. Am I going to have to become one of these enforcers at some point? Is that my only option?" Kia didn't like not having a choice. He also couldn't choose to not follow their rules. They had him, if by nothing than his need for blood...

"Do you remember how I asked you what kind of creature was I, if not human?" Kia was trying to connect the pieces of the puzzle, and he think he might have found a corner piece. But the puzzle was hard when you didn't know what the picture was. "What other creatures are there? You keep talking about weres as though they are the only ones, besides humans. What others are out there? How many different creatures besides humans and weres?"

Kia scowled, "Damn!" He pounded his fist into the side of the bed, cracking the wood. Then he retreated it, putting it in his mouth as he had cut himself on the wood.

"I was hoping there would be something. Back in the park, no never mind. It probably doesn't mean anything." Kia dismissed the though as he started to suck on his hand. The blood tasted sweet. It was... rather good... NO! Drinking blood is not a food source. Blood is gross and drinking blood is not right.

Kia then realized he had broken her bed, even if only a crack along its side. "Sorry. I guess I didn't notice my strength." He had pulled out his hand, the bleeding having already stopped. "This is so frustrating. Being told your not human, but that no one knows what you are. Almost as bad as not knowing who you are, and no one is around to tell you." The frustration was starting to become too much.

Kia stayed awake for hours after Kalia left downstairs. All he could do was stir around in his bed, and think about what had happened. He was also slowly coming to terms with who he was, or rather what he was. He wasn't human. He wasn't even genetically related to his brother and mother.

Then a thought crossed his mind, who was this Altrist the were that attacked him was referring to? He had confused Kia with a murderer twice now, tracked him to his house, and attacked him twice. Each time he attacked, he would say that he was going to kill the murderer of his family. He would also say that name. Maybe Kalia would know something, but not till morning. He had to be sure it was something, or it could be nothing again.

Finally, after many hours, Kia fell into a restless sleep. He dreamed of blood, and that face he didn't know again. Bodies where strewn all around him. The terror of the dream caused him to toss and turn. At one point, in the middle of the night, he knocked over the stand that held the new very empty blood bag. It clattered to the floor, and then all was still.

He struggled with the pillow, as though it was an enemy. Sweat gathered on his forehead, as the terror of the dead and of blood continued it's nightmarish walk over him.