_[free.]

Time and the security of night’s embrace, two things a vampire was supposed to have in abundance. A long-lived creature like himself wasn’t supposed to feel unease after sundown and cringe at the passing of every minute--it just wasn’t natural. They ruled the night, the night didn’t rule them. But Landel’s Institute had turned the tables and it was all Aidou could do to bite back his frustration at another unsatisfactory nightshift.

Aigis was sicker and ever, and now Sasuke was… who even knew! Missing, or dead, or back to napping for days on end. The basement remained a mystery and Aidou only had bits and pieces to go on where the “cure” was concerned. All in all, not a successful venture by any stretch of the imagination.

And he was hungry.

After reading over the bulletin, Aidou slunk into the cafeteria and sat down with his tray in as shadowed a corner as he could find. He was almost too tired to even be angry; mostly he was too busy trying to organize his thoughts and put the facts in their proper order.