Jonathan woke up sore, nauseous, and alone. It felt worse than before Alphonse had drained him. He could feel the joints in his fingers creaking and groaning, every movement a small agony.

He rolled over in the bed, and squeezed himself into a ball, making himself small.

He was alone, again. Half-heartedly, he reached for his phone, where he found a message from Alphonse telling him that the vampire had some business to take care of.

‘Something for ...