Bjorn awoke in a dark, abandoned warehouse, disoriented and confused. His mind was foggy, and his body felt heavy, as if weighed down by an invisible force. He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through his head, forcing him to lie back down. Kael's voice echoed in his mind, "You'll need time to adjust, Bjorn. Your body is still changing."
As he lay there, Bjorn noticed his surroundings. The warehouse was dimly lit, with only a few flickering fluorescent lights illuminating the space. Crates and boxes were stacked haphazardly around him, casting long shadows. He saw Kael standing in the corner, watching him with an intensity that made Bjorn's skin crawl.
With a groan, Bjorn slowly sat up, rubbing his temples. His head was pounding, and his mouth felt dry. Kael approached him, holding out a bottle of water. "Drink, Bjorn. You need to rehydrate."
Bjorn took the bottle, unscrewed the cap, and drank deeply. The cool liquid soothed his parched throat, and he felt a slight resurgence of energy. Kael handed him a small pouch containing a powdery substance. "This will help with the pain. Trust me, Bjorn. You need it."
Bjorn hesitated, unsure if he should trust Kael, but the pain was becoming unbearable. He opened the pouch and poured the powder into his mouth, feeling a bitter taste spread across his tongue. Almost instantly, the pain began to subside, replaced by a strange, tingling sensation.
As the minutes passed, Bjorn's strength returned, and he stood up, testing his legs. They felt unsteady, but he refused to give in. He took a few tentative steps, then began to pace around the warehouse, trying to shake off the lingering fog in his mind.
Kael watched him, a hint of a smile on his face. "You're adapting quickly, Bjorn. That's good. You'll need to be strong if you want to survive in this world."
Bjorn stopped pacing and faced Kael. "What world? What's going on, Kael? Why did you do this to me?"
Kael's expression turned serious. "You're a vampire now, Bjorn. You're one of us. And in this world, you'll need to fight to survive."
Bjorn's mind reeled as he tried to comprehend the magnitude of his transformation. He was no longer human. He was a creature of the night, a monster.
With a snarl, Bjorn launched himself at Kael, but the older vampire was too quick. He sidestepped Bjorn's attack and pinned him against a crate, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity.
"Control your anger, Bjorn," Kael hissed. "You're not ready to face what's out there. Not yet."
Bjorn struggled against Kael's grip, but it was like trying to break free from steel chains. He finally relaxed, seething with frustration and fear.
Kael released him, and Bjorn slumped against the crate, feeling lost and alone. He knew he had to find a way to control his newfound powers and uncover the secrets of this mysterious world. But for now, he was at Kael's mercy.