Tsukune woke up to the sound of rushing water. Groggily, he examined his surroundings, and found that he was unfamiliar with the scenery that was before him. Instead of the usual walls and other furniture or decorations of the dormroom, ruins of a worn castle lay below his foot and the splashes of water could be heard from the huge waterfall looming in the distance.
No reason came up to justify the sudden change in location inside the boy's head, and soon he found himself panicking about his condition.
"Welcome, young man"
A deep voice boomed from behind the confused boy. The latter turned around wearily to face the mysterious man.
The man was at the other end of the castle, sitting at a once glorious throne, now plagued by dust and age. One look at his stature, his white hair and clothes would tell of his many centuries' worth of experience, betrayed only by his face, which seemed to be those in his 40s.
"Where am I?" Tsukune asked the man, to which smirked at the boy's question and slightly stroked his goatee.
"My boy, this place's name, or even my own, has no significance to your tale." The moment his speech was given, he disintegrated into countless number of bats and swarmed the around the open ceiling of the castle.
'This man is a vampire.' Tsukune immediately took note.
"There is a reason, though, why I have called your consciousness here." The voice, again, boomed, but now from every direction.
"Do not let that woman sacrifice her blood to you." The voice now came from a few inches behind Tsukune's ear. The vampire's sudden presence freaked the high schooler, which caused the boy to turn around.
"Moka.?" The boy subconsciously spoke at loud. The man, brooding over Tsukune, noticed the small slip.
"That is her, name, is it?" Inquired the man, to which Tsukune only gulped in anxiety.
"Listen to me. If you follow that 'Moka' even more so, you will collide upon mishaps, upon mishaps, upon mishaps. Your life shall fall spiraling down the pit of misery, and you shall never escape- only to forever rot!" Continuing, the man described Tsukune's future to be one of agony. He strongly believed that Moka, even though one of his kin, was a threat, for reasons unbeknownst to the speech's receiver.
The boy did not falter under the voice of the older person.
"Do you think I don't know that?" He quipped, staring the ominous man right at the eyes.
He remembered the first day of meeting the pink haired bundle of joy.
He remembered the tears of happiness she shed at the end of the day..
After years of dejection, and loneliness, she had finally found a companion.
"But, no matter what happens to me, I'll stick by her side."
"Because I'm her friend." His face broke into a grin.
This reasoning would not do for the other man however, as soon his stoic face crumpled in frustration.
"What I gave was not advice. It is an order." Soon the man once again transformed into a billion bats and surrounded Tsukune, covering the boy's vision in darkness. Yet only one thing took the boy's attention. The two furiously glowing red orbs infront of him, moving ever so slowly towards him, puncturing threads of fear to those who dare look into it. Slowly, but surely, fear and anxiety arose from Tsukune's mind, wherefore he closed his eyes, hoping to escape the terrifying scenario.
Silence embraced his ears, and once he reopened his eyes, the usual appearance of the dorm room welcomed him with comfort.
"What was that all about?" The boy sat straight and scratched the back of his head in confusion. Unknowing, that, for a mere moment, his eyes turned to crimson.