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They dropped Viola off at the hospital first, she would need real medical care if she was to recover. "I'm sorry about this," the back end of the vehicle suddenly filled with gas. Riven coughed, choking as she began to feel sleepy. "But not too sorry," she slumped over, her head hitting the window. The van zoomed down the back roads, taking Riven somewhere secret. It entered a tunnel beneath the city, continuing its drive until it reached what appeared to be a dead end. "We're here," the doors opened, someone hoisted Riven out, the vampire dizzy. She was dragged down the hall by two orderlies, both dressed in white. "Hello Riven," a man in a lab coat smiled at her, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I'm Luis Remus, I'll be taking care of you this week." She could barely digest this information as she was dragged to a separate room.
They stripped Riven of her clothing and washed her with a hose, cold water waking her right up. She was then given a white gown that had a number sewn onto the pocket, her uniform boots disposed of, as well as the collar with the silver bell. Even her hair ties had been removed, as though they could pose some sort of danger. "This will be your room," it was threadbare, merely a bed that was hammered to the floor with starchy sheets and a nearly flat pillow. The bathroom had no door or curtain for privacy. How horrible was this place? Riven wondered as she was dragged to the next room. "We only have a week, therefore we'll need to make up for lack of time."
"What am I doing here?" Riven wanted to know, understanding why she was here, but also wanting to know what they would be doing. "We'll be observing you, running tests and the like. When was the last time you ate?" Her stomach growled in answer. "Breakfast," he nodded, "good, good, we'll get started then. Normally you would go through some sort of orientation, but our time together will be short." She was taken to a room with a large circle and a table. They strapped her down and poked her with a needle, the vampire squirming as something cold flushed through her veins that made her feel as though she had wet herself. What the machine did aside from make loud sounds that made her want to claw at her ears, Riven had no idea.
After the pictures were taken, they did more scans, measuring her, examining every inch that they could. They took samples of her blood, hair, and urine (which was the only thing extracted painlessly). "Luis Remus," she mused under her breath, wondering why his name sounded so familiar. Then, it struck her. This was the man that had created the half demon, half human hunters. This was the man Riven needed to speak to if she wanted to escape with Viola, alive. How would she go about this though? She couldn't outright tell him her plans, he would send her to jail for all eternity. Perhaps she could prod him somehow...
They dragged Riven back to the room, only uncuffing her wrists from behind her once there. The door slammed shut, sealing her inside. Through a small slot, a blood bag was stuck, dinner, she supposed. She picked it up off of the ground, hoping that this week would go by quickly.