Chapter 14: This Really Sucks

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and then hold it for ten seconds. When I take another, I find that something feels different. I can sense a presence. Not wanting to really find out what is in the room with me, I pull the covers even higher over my head and I don't open my eyes for nothing. Eventually, I drift off to sleep after I feel that the coast is clear, and my fears have subsided. However, I was not expecting to feel a very cold hand on my arm in the middle of the night, but when I do I start to shake severely. I don't live with a single soul and my parents had died years ago so it wasn't them. Not to mention, no one else had keys to my small apartment in the city where break ins are all too common. Is this a burglar checking to see if I am asleep or a serial killer who wants to get his jollies off hearing me scream? Honestly, I don't know, and I don't care just as long as they leave me alone, so I don't have to deal with them. Watching as a man with the most intense blue eyes I have ever seen, and about 40 years old pulls down my covers with a flick of his wrist, I freeze in place and notice that I suddenly stop shaking. Instead, my ears feel like they are on fire, and I can sense that my face is starting to blush while he stares at my body with wonder. He steps back and I half expect him to fall over the end table, but he flawlessly maneuvers around it and then sits down in the chair next to the bed. I murmur under my breath, 'What on earth is going on and who is that?" Before he darts a glance at me and then shows me his fangs. Immediately all I want to do is run but my legs won't work, my arms don't move, and I can't even turn my head. What is this thing? Is it a man, vampire, werewolf, or something even worse? Or is it all in my head and this is some dream of mine that has me trapped? Sitting there, all I can do is stare at him and then I notice it. There is a hint of red on his lower lip where he must have missed as he licked his lips clean from draining my blood. Is that why I feel so lightheaded? Has he drained me within an inch of life and now he wants to finish the job, or does he want to turn me like in all my vampire novels that I read as a kid? I don't know if I will ever know, because all he does as I stare at him is smile at me with a smirk on his lips and sits silently cross legged. After a few more moments, he finally starts to move forward as he leans into me and says with a strange accent, 'Don't fear my child. I won't harm you. I merely want to ask you a question?" He pauses before continuing with that slithering accent like something you would hear in a horror story or someplace in the darkest parts of Europe, 'Have you ever wondered if the things that go bump in the night really exist? Or if they are a figment of your imagination?" Getting more creeped out by the second, I keep staring at him and then find that I can speak again. Before I utter an answer, I raise my hand up to my forehead and wipe a strand of my blonde hair out of my eyes so I can concentrate. 'Sure, I have always been intrigued by the forces of darkness, but do they really exist as they do in my novels and dreams?" Hesitating, I watch as he leans even closer, and I can feel his breath on my eyelashes. When he does answer, he has a strange look on his face and says, 'Yes, they do. Now what would you say if I told you that I could show you all of it?" As I sit there, a thought crosses through my mind. Why not humor him? What's the worst that could happen? If they are real, they would tear me to shreds, but then again, this guy looks like he might do it even if I don't agree to go along with this. So, I say cautiously, 'I would have to say, then show me." Instantly, his mouth opens, and his fangs seem to grow before he reaches for my wrist and grabs ahold. His head lowers to my skin, and I feel his lips first before he sinks his fangs deep into my vein. Feeling a throbbing through my arm, and a gentle tug, I look down to see something else in those eyes of his, a spark of life itself.