It Began In Darkness Pt. 2

I still don't know where this plot is headed, so feel at liberty to make suggestions. Read part 1 here.

His body shook itself awake, still awash with the horrors of recent events. 

“Hng!”

The cry strangled his throat, and he tensed again, expecting to be shushed, but nothing came. There was light against his eyelids. The morning was no warmer than usual, but sweat still rolled down Mikhail’s back. His body felt unusually limp. 

He sighed, staring at the wall. He was in his home in the city, he had to work today, and he had a date with Leona at seven. 

“We are not underground anymore,” came a voice in his ear. 

Startled, Mikhail sat up and nearly fell from the bed in his haste. It was the lilting accent from that terrible never-ending night, from that man-thing that bit him, Cillian’s voice. His hand flew to his leg, tracing the edges of the broken skin. The spots were mostly scabbed over, as though it had happened a long time ago. 

“You bit me,” he said. It sounded inane, but better than accusations of blood-sucking. “What are you doing here?”

Cillian sat up as well, shaking his honey-brown hair into his face. It was long enough that only his mouth and chin were visible. Mikhail thought he looked ridiculous.

“What, indeed?” came the dry response. “I thought that you would know.”