Ashe's P.O.V

The first thing I thought when I woke was that it was quiet. Like, really quiet. The second thing, third thing, fourth thing and all other following things ran through my head like this as I fully awoke: I'm not wearing my headphones and it's still quiet, I'm wrapped up in the comforter, I don't have my socks on, I'm still in my clothes, and I don't know where the hell I am!

I fought with the comforter, succeeding in unwrapping myself from its evil embrace and also sliding off the surprisingly high bed and onto the cold concrete floor. Definitely not my room. I banged my hands on the ground, the vibrations only giving me a little idea of where I am and that, by the sounds, the room is big. I rubbed my hands along the floor until they hit a nightstand by the bed. Pulling myself up, the cold floor greeted my bare feet mockingly.

I would have tried to use my voice to better get an idea of the room, possible because the sounds were so minuscule here that sound distortion would not impede me doing so, but I didn't know who could be attracted by the noise. In most events, the general sounds of life help but also hinder my ability to get a feel for a room. If it was quiet enough, I could use my voice to bounce off objects, then walk around until I was able to count where everything was in the room. An important item to any blind person is able to remember the number of steps from one item to another in any room so as to easily navigate around. Now, while I would usually use my voice on occasions such as this, I wasn't sure who may hear me and what they might do if they realized I was awake, so decided to double-oh-seven this place.

'Well, luckily no one heard me bang on the floor earlier,' I thought as I felt along the nightstand and to the wall. Now, which way to go? I followed the wall, my footsteps like little raindrops giving me an idea of any items within an arm's vicinity. The room was big, and I had run across two doorways before I had completed my circuit. I went back and found that one was a bathroom while the other was a door leading down a short hall devoid of doors and out into a large room. I could tell because the sounds moved further than even the room I had exited. I decided to head left along the wall, arm almost straight to better find things around me rather than mostly listening to the vibrations along the left wall- already knew where that was. In this way, I was able to navigate along the wall and run across a big couch to my right. It was outside of my arm's reach, but the light heartbeat and breathing sounds emanating from there assisted in me knowing its location. I continued carefully and even quieter, if that was possible.

My fingers eventually found empty space; what seemed to be the beginnings of another hall. I already knew I didn't want to go there, as I was already in what I believed to be the living room, and, though I could be mistaken, the probability of the door to outside being down that way was extremely low. Instead, I reached out my hands, walking carefully to find something in the empty space before me. It was at this time that I not only found a sleek feeling countertop, but also stubbed my toe painfully against a wooden chair, by the sounds of it. I hissed at the pain, but flinched when the chair not only jumped but knocked into another chair beside it before clattering to the floor.

'Well, shit, there goes all my stealth and ninja-ie skills,' I thought before backing up against the wall as I heard the person on the couch sit up quickly, shocked by the sounds that the stupid chair decided to make, "What the fucking hell!" The guy roared, the couch squeaking from such a drastic move. I wasn't surprised by this reaction, as it was almost like a gunshot in the quiet room. 

I hunched against the wall, listening as the sounds from his outburst gave me an idea of where most items were in this portion of the... House? I question this only because the feel and sounds are so different to the sounds one would expect to hear. The walls were not normal for a house, either. 

It was now easily obvious that I was by a large hall that curved to the left, and the ridges were probably the entrances to rooms. Ahead of me appeared to be a kitchen of some sort now that I realized there was a humming coming from the far end. Well, several humming sounds; probably a large or several large fridges. There were other doors on the far walls, and something with a step up in the middle of the far wall. tables, couches, armchairs, side tables, and what may have been book cases were now made obvious. The only thing still not was the fricking exit!

?? P.O.V

An explosive sound threw me from my deep sleep. The late night... Or early morning that I had, left my eyes blurry even after blinking several times. Most people would be more worried, but I was more surprised than anything, knowing that it's virtually impossible to enter here through anywhere but the 'front' door. If that had happened, my alarm system would have gone off, and the intruder would have also had to bust through the thick reinforced door with its many locks. That alone is not likely to happen quickly.

Little paranoid? Maybe, but I have so many friendly little enemies and friends only for the benefits that it's just safer to err on the side of living to the next day. I am the most vulnerable during sleep, after all, and being who I am, not very at all other times. Even sex. I rubbed my eyes once more, trying to get them to work and see what the hell happened.

I growled, definitely not a morning person or 'wake up in general, ' person before scraping at the coffee table for my phone as a finally looked about the room for the origin of that damn sound.

When I looked over towards the kitchen, I found a kid hunched against the wall, slowly slipping around the edge, as though fearing making any sudden moves. I watched him carefully, waiting for my brain to kick start. He had his arms to his chest, wide eyes staring blankly before he scrunched them closed, turning his head as though he were listening for something.

I glanced at the object on the floor, obviously the sound I had heard- a heavy wood and metal bar stool on the floor that had been next to its brethren at the kitchen island. I huffed a gruff sigh, rubbing my right hand back and forth over my head, "Kid, don't be worried, I'm not angry. I was just surprised is all."

The kid stopped his slow slide around the corner leading to doors that ended in a dead end. He quietly stayed where he was, though, shoulder pressed against the corner with his left hand against the constructed style walls of cement, large metal bolts and ribbons of metal between the large slabs. I watched as his fingers lightly rubbed at the wall.

I sighed again, thinking I've been doing this a lot lately, "I'm not going to hurt you, just come over here so we can talk, okay?" I had tried to soften my voice, but it came out rough and scratchy from sleep. I internally winced at how it sounded; definitely not soft like I had tried.

Thankfully he began to move back into the room and away from the wall, his hands out as though he were reaching for something, unsure if it would be there or not. 'Of course he would, idiot, he's fucking blind,' I scolded myself, "Ah! Stop!" The idiot that I was, something I also found myself thinking alot lately, almost had the kid walk into the overturned chair. He stopped, motionless like a mannequin and eyes open once more emulating a deer caught in headlights.

"On second thought, I'll come to you. Just don't move, okay?" He hesitantly nodded, slowly retracting his hands as though afraid he's get in trouble for it. I suppose that would have been a valid fear, considering what I had found out earlier.

I threw on a smile that he couldn't see, walking up to him carefully, "I'm just gonna pick up this chair so we don't have any accidents, alright?"

The kid, who I now knew as Ashe, waited patiently as I did so, "Hungry?"

The kid hesitated, tilting his head downward and lightly wrapping his arms around himself, as though unsure of what the right answer would be, "Um, no. Thank you," he spoke quietly into the silence, his quiet voice ringing a pure resonance throughout the room.

"Ah, c'mon kid, I'm sure you're hungry, I was just asking to be polite," I motioned, again realizing the futility of such an action before vocalizing, "Come sit at the island and I'll make us something."

He hesitated again, but this time I was quicker on the uptake, "Is it okay if I lead you to the island and bar stools?"

He nodded, so I took his elbow and walked him up to them, placing his hand on the counter, "Here's the counter, and here's the stool," I then placed his hand upon the stool he had previously knocked over.

I rubbed his head almost subconsciously, surprising both of us before heading around the island and to the various fridges. One held wines, mixed and unmixed with blood, while the other held just blood and the last held the general food items.

"Eggs and toast sound good?"

"Yes. Please."

As I made the items, I periodically glanced at the kid. Ashe, I reminded myself. He was gently feeling the counter top and the edges, head tilted, probably listening to my every move. He looked very slim, almost too slim. I wasn't surprised, once more mentally flipping through what I had learned. Scowling, I opened the fridge containing blood and blood supplement, tearing and pouring the blood into a glass while twisting open the other's bottle top, "You like blood warm or is it okay for you cold?"

He seemed surprised at the question, obviously not expecting to be given anything like that, "Either way is fine, thank you."

I set both on the counter, putting his hands on each and telling him which was which, "I suggest you drink the regular blood first, then the supplement." He nodded, drinking it gratefully. I could almost feel the happiness exuding from him from this little exchange.