<div align="center">Pain... so much pain, searing through him. Henry stirred from his peaceful sleep, and a strange, bizzare feeling took over: hunger. Extreme, desperate hunger. His eyes snapped open, crimson red, and he looked up to see a handsome male sitting in a chair beside the bed, and the younger male squeaked in surprise. Henry shot into a sitting position and pulled the sheets up to his chest, wide-eyed, and realised it wasn't even his own room he was in. This room was painted a dark, forest green, as opposed to his own pastel blue. The green of this room was elegant in it's own way, with the mahogany furniture and the blue bed he happened to be laying in. <strong>"Wh- who are you?,"</strong> he whispered softly as fear trickled through him, the shock and surprise slowly ebbing away. <br/><br/>Where were his parents and little sister? What was this place? What happened? How did he get here? So many questions whirled through his mind, but he kept silent, awaiting an answer to the question he had already inquired. Glancing down at the sheets, he realised that they were white silk, very expensive and high quality. He ran his fingers lightly over them in awe, enjoying the soft sensory from touching the smooth fabric. He glanced up at the older male, trying his best to ebb the hunger twisting his belly. He bit his lip, only to feel a sharp pain. He ran his tongue along his teeth, and realised, he had- <em>fangs</em>. What the hell happened to him?</div>