So here I was...sitting, sitting on some weird stool sitting on some weird stool in some weird white room with a bed a sink and a bathroom. I had spent a few days in here, wearing the uniform they always gave me. It was just black clothing with the vampire hunter’s sign on the chest. The room was strange to me because it was all white, with one door, and the funny thing was that it had bars, and behind the bars were more bars. Behind those bars, were more bars then guess what? A brick wall, yea....I never really fully understood that either, what’s the point?

Well it might be weird that I’m talking about this, but after about three days of a nice white spring mattress, white walls, one white door, a white light, and being feed through a little doggie door, you might get a little crazy, or just being bored to the point of insanity was my alibi. It was SO boring until they put a guy in here with me...well a guy...or a girl. It was hard to tell because of the full body straight jacket and the weird metal hockey mask. It was quiet fun though, they couldn’t say things and they just say there staring at me the ENTIRE TIME. We would have the occasional staring contests but man they were good they never blinked. OK, look ill admit it, me and Wilson didn’t communicate much. Oh, and yes I called him or her Wilson, from the movie cast away remember that little foot ball of volley ball that was his "friend." This was my "Wilson." Well that was until they took them away, it was a sad moment. Yes, a sad, sad moment, but I really didn’t have time to mourn considering seconds later a siren went off and I heard people yelling and screaming outside. I couldn’t do anything while being held in this little box, but soon the doors started opening, one by one.

I felt so relieved when the last one opened and a troop ran in grabbing my arm "Hurry, the base in under attack!" I nodded and followed when they pulled me. I had to say they were a little too fast for my liking, and it was a little strange with the black helmet and gear because he looked like one of those guys from the CIA, but then again, all the people running around us and shooting did too. 

So well I followed the officer down a few busy halls and finally up some stairs and through a door unto some sort of roof top. My hair was quickly blown back though from an overpowering wind, and my eyes widened seeing the helicopter set for take off before me. I hated heights but it looked like I didn’t have a choice whenever he tossed me into the helicopter and lifted himself up as well. It was obvious they weren’t going to wait for any one else because the helicopter had already begun to lift whenever he was halfway inside. "Where are we going?" 

I answered immediately as he sat down in front of me fitting his fingers under his helmet.

"That information has been given by the chief specifically." 

"What did the chief say?" 

They began to remove their helmet "It depends." 

 "Which one you’re talking about?" I gasped, that pit in my stomach forming again as the helmet dropped to the helicopter floor. "Scaris?!"