Unintentionally Found (Vladimir/Simon/Syerren/Brighton)

Just moments later passed as everything in the room looked as it once was. Having time to recover, Vladimir remained sitting near the window with a look of worry for Syerren trying to understand what had happened to him and why he wasn’t himself. Getting a rub on the shoulder, he looked up seeing it was Simon who presented him with a cup filled with presumably blood. Hearing to take it, Vlad without questioning did and thanked him consuming it instantly.

Feeling slightly better, Vladimir turned his attention towards the window. “Just where could he be Simon, where could he be and who or what has changed him into this . . . power raging animal?”

"Come on mate . . . you need a bit of fresh air," Simon smiled, grabbing Vladimir's cloak and placing it around him. "And while we're out, perhaps we'll figure out more of what to do about Syerren." Soon going out with him into the night air, after Vlad agreed, Simon constantly thought about Syerren, wishing he knew this very moment what to do about him. Not knowing, however, Simon sighed, turning to Vlad. "Perhaps it has something to do with a virus or something? All that blood you all consume, you never know what's in it."

Having arrived near a road that was unfamiliar to him but was told to be just outside of Collinsport, Vladimir continued listening to Simon and his thoughts on what became of Syerren. Stopping for a moment while lingering the thought that his brother consumed bad blood, Vlad shook his head of the thought thinking it to be ridiculous. “We’ve fed upon so much blood in our time Simon whether if it was contaminated or not.” Picking off a small branch above him, Vlad looked at it then back to Simon, “It doesn’t seem possible that Syerren could have taken in a virus. My only thought is that he is being controlled or even possessed by someone or something.” Continuing on jostling thoughts back and forth, Vladimir’s attention was soon drawn towards a familiar feeling. Looking up near the corner of his eyes he saw movement. Movement he only knew to be Syerren. Grabbing on to Simon he whispered, “It’s Syerren, he must be going somewhere.”

Syerren, having been walking for what seemed to be a great distance, continued through his new found ways of being more like Brighton. Having finished upon a victim he travelled through the darken streets while keeping watch for anything. Figuring a couple times that he did, Syerren shook it off, briskly making his way back to an abandoned house.

Having the door open to Justine he smiled as she quickly let him in with a grin. Instantly wrapping his arms around him, she kissed him, “You came back; I knew you would.” Smiling slightly, he followed Justine towards a study where Brighton was, waiting near a fireplace. Opening the door, she gestured Syerren in then spoke, “Your new friend came back milord.” Tensing slightly but remaining to a fixed glare, Syerren spoke approaching the fireplace, “I couldn’t return back fully. They were asking too many questions. So I dealt with them myself. I request to live here.”

Studying Syerren, finding that he indeed had guts, but lacked some sort of ability to hide his emotions to others, Brighton sighed. "It posses great risk housing you here as well Syerren. Your brother or someone else could easily find you here, thus leading them to me, possibly during my critical hours. I'm not at any point going to risk my own well-being just because you feel uncomfortable with your surroundings," he continued, watching Syerren's expression grow frustrated. Glaring at Justine, surprised that she seemed in favor of the idea, Brighton sighed. "Alright, fine . . . you can share the space in the cellar . . . but I best not ever regret this decision. Now, go gather your possessions man and have them back here before sunrise, or my offer of kindness will expire." Watching Syerren leave, Brighton then approached Justine, grabbing her tightly by the neck towards him. "You had better not start having real feelings for him," Brighton spoke. "You're mine, and don't start forgetting that now!"

Behind a tree, Vladimir and Simon waited having successfully followed Syerren towards where he has been and hopefully to the explanation of what happened to him. Trying to decipher on a plan, Vlad looked around then towards Simon wondering how to approach this house. Knowing after the brawl with Syerren that who ever lives there would be no easy nemesis to beat, he shook his head whispering, “Simon I don't know what to do. Is there a way we could disguise ourselves.” Before he could answer their attention was brought upon the door opening again and Syerren coming out. Knowing now or never it was their time to act. Vlad gestured towards him, “You know what to do. In any way possible capture Syerren.”

Abiding by Vladimir's request, Simon appeared closer to where Syerren was standing, wondering what was going on in the man's mind to be causing him to be doing all of this. Knowing he had to act fast, Simon gathered his thoughts, figuring out exactly what he would do, then acted on it. Appearing behind Syerren, and before he was able to pick up on Simon's presence, Simon swiftly hit Syerren hard in the back of the head, instantly knocking the man out before he knew what had hit him. Catching Syerren as he fell, Simon then disappeared with Syerren in his arms, reappearing back out in the woods where he had left Vladimir. "Vlad!" Simon called, not knowing how long Syerren would remain unconscious. "Vladimir, I've got Syerren, now where are you?!"

While waiting for Simon to continue with his plan, Vladimir's attention shifted towards a black bag near the house. Appearing towards it, he examined what was inside then gasped, seeing clothes belonging to Syerren but more importantly his own cloak.  Feeling his heart ache from seeing it, he whispered, "Oh Syerren what has happened to you," while knowing whatever possessed his little brother was set out to change if not destroy him.  

Hearing then Simon call out to him, Vlad gasped then vanished appearing behind a tree with Syerren's belongings. “I’m here Simon, I’m here!” he called behind him. Looking towards Syerren feeling relieved yet concerned for his brother, he shook it off looking once more at the house knowing he would have to face it again. “Quickly," he spoke, putting Syerren's cloak over him for warmth, "we must get him back before those whomever he been communicating with, find him.” Hesitant leaving the woods, Vlad glanced once more to his brother then glared, “Once we get him back Simon, lock him up downstairs and secure him tightly by any means, so he doesn’t move from that room!”  Getting a nod from Simon the two suddenly vanished into the night.

~End Scene~