Vermilion: Cruentus

The room smelled of musty air, the house creaked as it shifted from the change in temperature. It seemed like those few hours dragged on for an eternity. Abel opened his eyes; staring at the ceiling, a hand resting on his forehead as he recalled the events from the day before. He could recall his name and woke up to Léon in the hospital. Taking a deep breath in to calm the rising irritation levels, he could tell the air felt damp... Was it raining outside? When he listened closely he could hear the pitter patter from the window by his bed. Deciding he needed to feel some fresh air on his face he reached over, his hands forcing the latch that kept the window locked open. Sliding the window up the dark yet dank room filled with the smell of wet cement. The rain beating against his hand as the wind was positioned just right that it blew onto the windowsill. He stood there looking out the window out onto the almost grey world outside for about ten minutes before a click from the door caught his attention. It was Léon, he pushed the door open and smirked over to Abel before commenting on him being awake. "Well, Good morning sunshine!" Abel wondered if Léon was mocking him and shot a firm glare in his direction. "I would hardly say that this is a good morning." He retorted with annoyance laced in his tone. This sparked a genuine smile from the other man.

"Remember when I told you we would be doing stuff today? Well, I wasn't joking. It's a good thing you were able to sleep. I would have dragged you along even if you hadn't." Léon said proudly as if teasing the light haired male was a game to him, Causing Abel to groan he looked into Léon's eyes wonder what this stuff was he had planned. "What exactly do you mean by stuff?" Abel inquired before Léon moved to stand next to him. "Now, if I tell you that would ruin the surprise." Léon teased, once again earning a trademark glare from Abel. This caused a chuckle to erupt from Léon in amusement. "Come on, I told them we would be there in a half hour. Are you going to go with that scowl on your face?" It wasn't like Eithne never saw Abel's crabby side. In fact, it was the opposite. "Do I have to go? My head feels like it's going to split open." Abel openly complained. There was a silence between them for a while before Léon held up a finger. "I'll just have them come here." He started walking out of the room, the wood floors creaking under his feet as he made his way into the main room, leaving Abel alone in the darkness of his room once again.

Abel sat back down on his bed, it made a distinct creak as he lowered himself onto it. It almost felt nostalgic for him. The feeling caused a discomfort in him he couldn't remember feeling before. At least if he had he had no memories of it. This sparked a bit of rage within the red-eyed man as he gripped the sheets of his bed and clenched his teeth. Why did this happen to him? Why couldn't he remember? Did Léon know and was keeping it a secret from him? What if Léon was lying about who he was? Abel doubted that; when he was around Léon there was a level of familiarity. A comfort that filled him up inside that he couldn't quite explain. When Abel thought of Léon he did not feel like he was talking to a stranger. He just wished the memories would come back to him instead of leaving this blank nothing. Who were these people Léon was bringing over? Abel was sure if Léon knew them that he knew them as well; he just wouldn't remember them. As Abel sat there thinking about his memories or lack thereof the sound of heavy boots snapped him back to reality. He could tell that those were not Léon's feet. The people Léon said he would ask over must have been here already. Had he been spacing out that much? He could hear chattering from the hallway as they approached the door.

As the door swung open for the second time since Léon, Abel looked up from the bed at the guest in his room. She had long waist length black hair, tied back in a high ponytail. Her eyes were red like his and her skin was pale, almost a grey color. Watching her interactions with Léon, Abel could only speculate that this woman was a friend of Léon's and that they had been close. "You weren't kidding, He really doesn't remember me." The woman said smoothly as she watched the white-haired vampire. Abel didn't know how to respond, instead, he just turned away. Refusing to look at either one of them. "Still had that attitude though. There is still hope for him." She remarked with a smirk. Turning her attention to Léon she paused for a moment. "My brother had something to do, but he will be joining us shortly." She mused before looking back to the grumpy vampire that sat on their bed. "Did you try anything to spark his memories?" Eithne asked Léon directly. Léon took a bit to answer as the only method he had thought of was smacking him over the head. "No, not yet. I was hoping you could help me with that." Léon said grinning. Eithne gave him a suspicious look before taking a few steps closer to Abel. "You should try telling him stories of things you've done together, or have him relive a sense you two experienced together. Something nostalgic. I am honestly not too sure what to do in this case but I'll try my best to help... Have you considered that someone could have done this to him?"

It was a good question she asked, but who would want to erase Abel's memories, and how had they done it? A few people came to mind but there was no evidence. "I don't know. I really don't. He was fine, he always had a headache so I didn't think much of it when he got another one. But this one was worst then the rest. I got scared, I didn't know how to help him. All I could do was try to comfort him." Léon said as he recalled the events leading up to Abel forgetting everything. Surely the memories were in there somewhere. It almost hurt Léon to think that Abel wouldn't remember him. But.. even if that was the case he would make new memories with Abel if he had to. Abel was still Abel even without his memories. It would just be easier on everyone involved if he could remember. "Hey, Eithne. Can you do some looking around for me if you get the chance? Maybe you can discover something? I am going to stay by Abel's side until we can get to the bottom of this." Eithne stared at Léon before nodding firmly. "Of course, you know I always have your back. All you have to do is just ask. Ill tell Noel to keep an ear out as well." She replied giving him a reassuring look.

From the bed, Abel listened to them in silence. He flopped over and laid on the bed pretending to ignore them, every time he moved the bed creaked. He cursed under his breath every time. Unreliable metal bed frames, why couldn't it be made of wood? Abel let out an irritated groan as he covered his head with the blanket. "Do you have to talk here?" He asked squishing his face into the pillow. "Sure we do, wouldn't want you to feel left out," Léon said with an amused chuckle. Abel felt the bed indent a bit as Léon sat at the end of the bed. Slowly Abel lowered the blanket, just enough so that red eyes could pierce into Léon's blue ones. Abel went silent. Those eyes... So blue you could get lost in them. Léon saw Abel peeking out from under the blanket and smiled, reaching his hand over and ruffling his hair. "Hey, I'll be back. Just stay here and relax." Léon said lifting himself from the bed and heading back to the door. Eithne turns and followed Léon out the door; closing it behind herself. Again he was alone in that room. Was this going to be how the day went? Abel had a feeling Léon went outside to talk with Eithne and to smoke a cigarette. At least he knew to do that outside. Shifting Abel rested his head delicately on the pillow. His head was killing him and the day had only just started. Would the rest of the day just end with him alone in this room again? Abel hoped that wasn't the case; and if so he wanted a something to do, maybe a book to read.