the male that Sam had captured awoke the next morning, shocked and confused. he looked around the space in which he lay - a double bed, some guitars, music awards. nothing that the man could recognise. all he remembered was being bitten, and drifting off to sleep...
Sam thundered into the room, snatching up one of the guitars that were strewn around the room, taking the male by surprise. Sams pup, who went by the name of Barkley, followed his master inside to figure out what the commotion was about.
"jesus. you scared me!" the man on the bed exclaimed, face paler than ever. he spoke with a soft lisp, though it was never there before.
Sam only replied with a grunt, and proceeded to leave the room, sighing gently to himself. he left the male to his own devices; a terrible idea, really, but how was Sam to know?
the man watched as Sam left, and thought for a moment, before slipping his weary bones out of the warm covers and following the mysterious man.
down halls they strolled, and those very halls were some of the most beautiful that the man had ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on. black, from floor to ceiling, adorned with crystals and antique furniture.
it was gorgeous and homely, with an eerie feel to it, and the man only fell in love with the aesthetics.
they continued until they found themselves in a room that was clearly used for creative purpose. it didn't have the glamour of the halls, or the bedroom; it was plain, whitewashed walls and a desk, filled with digital appliances and instruments, just waiting for music to be made.
the man thought he was high, maybe, or hallucinating.
Sam turned around, having finally sensed the mans presence. he grunted, again, and sat down at his desk chair, a hand pressed to his forehead in almost agony.
"i'm Elijah," the man spoke. his words were soft, and careful, yet loud, and piercing. Sam hated it - pointless chatter. only the lord himself knew why Sam turned him.
again, another grunt was what Elijah was greeted to, but then, in a very solem whisper, did Sam speak. "Sam," he murmured, before turning around in his desk chair, possibly an attempt to look busy.
Elijah just thought he seemed shy.
