Hello! This is my first fanfic ever. I hope you guys enjoy it. Read on!

Disclaimer: I do not own Blood+ (sad but true...)

CHAPTER ONE

What was that?

He thought groggily swimming out of the grasps of unconsciousness. Out of the muddle of dreams and memories that had been haunting him. Yet a part of him didn't want to leave that place... because shewas there. That girl... with the beautiful smile. The only one his heart ached for. She was there still, calling out to him... Her haunting eyes imploring him. Her small hands reaching for him.

No... I can't leave.

He struggled in urgency trying to go back to the darkness of his mind, reaching out to her. But he was drifting further and further away.

No! Please...

He fought harder against the pull of consciousness. He knew he was losing because he could barely see her now. Then he heard it again. The muffled voices talking all around him, nearby. He weakly turned his head towards the direction of the sound.

Who..?

He struggled to open his eyes but to no avail. They were much too heavy. He felt much too weak. His mouth was dry and his throat parched. He tried to swallow. It was then that the bouts of agonizing pain began. He flinched visibly as it reverberated throughout his whole body. His left arm tingled and felt alien to him somehow. He held his breath, a grimace marring his ashen face. He felt it ebb away slowly. Catching his breath, he started to relax but was then hit by an even more intense wave of body-wracking pain. He let out a choked gasp arching his back, his eyes flying open.

"He's waking up!!"

One of the doctors exclaimed in alarm, looking up at the tall young man writhing in pain inside the glass cylinder. The others turned to him in panic and hurriedly started the procedures they've been trained to do every single time this scenario happened. They knew they didn't have much time before the young man fully awakens. They need to keep him asleep.

He set the telephone down and frowned slightly.

"Doctor?"

Came the quiet question from the enigmatic young man sitting across the room.

He picked up his wine glass and gave it a swirl, studying its deep red color intently. He looked across at the young man who was giving him an expectant look. He stood up tiredly and walked towards the window.

"Another close call."

He replied simply, gazing out the window. He waited a moment before turning around and shooting the younger blonde man a measuring look. Looking for any outward reaction, past the half-smile and the guarded, lidded look that's constantly on that boy's face.

"It's getting closer to each other. The intervals between his waking his moments, I mean."

He continued after getting no response, still studying the other, who was calmly sipping his wine, as if the information didn't matter to him.

"I know."

The young man replied, setting his half-finished glass down. He stood up gracefully and started for the door.

"What are you planning...?"

He murmured under his breath, thinking that the other will not hear him. His eyes narrowed as he continued to gaze at the retreating figure of the man, thisboy, that took back the reigns of the Cinq Fleches empire after his older brother's death at the MET and the subsequent arrest of Van Argeno. He had to fight off and pay off a lot of angry people after the disaster they got involved in, but he was able to pull it off. It took him 5 years to rebuild this company back to its feet, but nevertheless he did it.

The young man stopped and turned slightly back towards him, his hand on the doorknob.

"In due time, doctor..."

Came the smiling reply, completely surprising the the doctor. And with that Solomon Goldsmith was gone.