he was. In any case, the pain in his hip wasn't quite as sharp anymore.
He straightened up slowly and grimaced for a moment at the sore. He looked around, a sparsely furnished room and only one table with a can of food on it. He was hungry, but did his benefactors know what he was when he didn't even know exactly?Without hesitation he took his breakfast and emptied it in one gulp. Only now did he notice that he was sitting in a coffin. He gave a startled squeak and hopped out. And then he noticed that he was no longer wearing except for his shorts and turned red. Where the hell were his clothes, you couldn't let a monster like him run around here half-naked. Depressed, he stared at his feet or what was left of them. It was no longer his but a three-clawed thing. How did he deserve this? He would rather have died than become such a thing. A winged monster that everyone loathed. He'd always heard that vampires were beautiful but he wasn't. He was just a freak and resigned himself to fate.
He just wanted to get out of here. He didn't feel like being held on any operating table as a laboratory rat again.
Reluctantly, he opened the heavy steel door. The squeak made him wince and he thought that was guaranteed to be heard everywhere.So he had to hurry after finding something to wear
Always creeping down the dark, musty, damp and corridor, he kept an eye out for possible guards.
He saw no one, not even when he ran up the stone stairs and suddenly found himself in a large reception hall. Totally puzzled, he looked around. He ran into one of the corridors. // My God, you get lost here // he thought to himself. Then he heard a person approaching him.
He looked around in panic, but couldn't see anything to hide. With all the strength that was in his legs again, he jumped up to the ceiling and clawed the concrete ceiling with his claws and pressed himself against it as tightly as possible so as not to be discovered. However, the curiosity prevailed and he eyed the person.
A woman with white-blonde hair and ice-blue eyes hiding behind glasses ran down the corridor. That cold look scared him. Weakened by the injury, he could not hold himself long on the ceiling and tumbled with a few small concrete crumbs right in front of Integra's feet.He rubbed his bum and then blinked uncertainly at the woman. That look really scared you because it looked even more terrifying up close. He looked down uncertainly as Integra studied him. He hated being looked at like that.
“Come with me !!!” That was the only word she said and Drake dared not contradict that voice. He crept awkwardly after her into her large office. She motioned for him to sit down and pushed a small stool over to him. Then she sat in her office chair, sipped her coffee, lit a cigar, and took a deep breath.
"What the hell are you ... and what do you want here"
"I ... I"
“Can't you talk or what?” Integra blew smoke in his face
"I have no idea what to do here ... I just woke up here" He stammered to himself and coughed at the smoke
"And should I believe that? Then let's hear what you are"
"What I am? I would like to know that myself, but I've only been like this for a few weeks"He looked uncertainly at the fine carpet on the floor.
"Well then, let's hear it, kid," she said almost casually while she began to hack around on her laptop.
And he started to tell: