When the dawn is still dark

[wholeworldoutthere]

It had been two days, as far as he could tell. Two bloody days (mostly in the figurative sense, sadly, but Klaus would not risk getting lynched by feeding off anyone on the station) and there was still no sign of their host, no hint as to why they had been brought here. More worryingly, two days and the vaccine still hadn't worn off. Klaus was still weak as a babe (or, more accurately, as a human, he imagined, but it had been too long for him to remember for certain), which explained his sudden need for caution.

If only his compulsion worked properly.

He had already explored as much of the station as he could access, but he still went for another walk that day. Perhaps calling it a stroll might be more appropriate, given the way he leisurely ambled around the station. Any more time spent alone in the suite he had appropriated and he might actually snap and decide to go on a bloody rampage of everyone that crossed his path. So he had grabbed one of these odd flashlights they'd been able to find here and there and gone on an afternoon stroll.

Yes, he had decided that this was the afternoon.

Now if only he could get his hands on the things he kept hearing noises from, he would be a marginally less bored hybrid. Sadly, he simply wasn't quick enough anymore.

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[lastchanceforhonor]

Sansa was not one for exploring. She had, for the first two days, some hours, and a handful of minutes sat in her rooms. She cleaned because there was nothing else; Alayne was used to some level of cleaning, even if it was not scrubbing floors or filling bathtubs. The privy had been a mystery - she understood what the toilet itself was for, but when she had been wiping the dust from the chrome decoration on the washbasin and it had sprung to life, water pouring into the basin only to vanish again.

She had also spent more time than she would like to admit sitting on the bed that was both softer and harder than anything she had ever felt simultaneously, crying. She was overwhelmed, and once she had pulled together a semblance of wits, she discovered a clean set of clothes, and had combed her hair and rebraided it. That was yesterday.

Today... today, Sansa had awoken with the scrabbling of something in the walls. For a terrified moment she had thought that it was in the room with her, and it set her curling into the smallest ball she could manage while she waited for it to go away.

It did not go away. Finding herself unable to think of anything but Lady Lysa's singer, Sansa dressed herself with fumbling fingers, the zipper catching on her hair. She grasped the flashlight that she had claimed for herself, and that is why she ended up walking down the hall, her arms wrapped about herself as the lights flickered on and off, her hand gripping the flashlight with white knuckles.

She rounded the corner and nearly walked straight into Klaus, unable to stop the helpless squeak of panic that slipped from her lips. "Oh! I'm sorry." She twisted to look behind her before staring back up at his face.