Aren't We Just Terrified?

This bed is comfortable. That's the first thing I notice.
I think for a minute I might have gotten really drunk last night, and gone off with that girl I was staring at. I hope I didn't sleep with her.
I don't remember much. The girl walked over, said hello, then... Nothing? We got drunk?
One thing's for sure, though. This isn't my bed.
It's a lot softer and I'm not wrapped up in my sweaty duvet. I'm sort of cuddling an old but warming blanket.
Then I hear a noise. A pan falling on the floor, maybe?
And someone cursing. No, not someone. A guy. Did I sleep with a guy?
My eyes flutter open, and I have to wait a minute to take in my surroudings before addressing whoever that guy is.
I'm in an apartment, a very small one. It has one room, and a two doors. One of them presumably leading to a bathroom.
I'm lying on a single bed, practically cuccooned in a blanket. And there aren't any windows. Just a single dim light on the ceiling.
The place is messy, and the pan the guy dropped is on the floor.
He stares at me, halfway of leaning down to get the pan, frozen and wide eyed.
He has big hazel eyes. Curious ones, as well. He's wearing a white shirt and a stripy black and white tie, with a waist coat. He's extremely attractive, and I suddenly don't blame drunk me for supposedly sleeping with him at all.

"Uh," I say, leaning up. "Did we sleep together?"

He leans up, pot in hand. "No."

"Then what am I doing in your apartment..?"

"You don't..? You don't remember..?" He says with a disappointed tone.

"Nope," I climb out of bed, finding that I'm fully clothed. Oh, thank god.

"You, uh, fainted," He mumbles. "And I brought you to my... Apartment."

"So.." I start. "Instead of bringing me to a hospital, you bring me to your home?"

I raise an eyebrow, approaching him.

"It wasn't like that-"

"Wait! Fuck! What time is it?"

He looks at his watch, then back at me.

"One in the afternoon."

"Shit!"

I grab my jacket, that's resting on his couch, and race to the door.
Then I remember. I could be anywhere, for god's sake.

"Are we still in Monroeville?" I ask, turning around.

"Well," He says, stepping closer. "Not exactly. I mean, just a bit outside of it."

"Where?" I ask, suddenly serious.

I try to look tough, even though I'm quite a lot smaller than him.

"... In the forest."

"What!?"

"Don't freak out!" He shouts, gesturing with his hands. "I saved you, dude!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Some people- well, not people, tried to hurt you. They were, um... Vampires?"

I frown at him.
Turning around, I start turning the door knob.

"Wait! Please!" He steps in front of me and the door, cutting me off.

"Get out the bloody way!" I start pushing him, but he holds my arms so I can't get any more near the exit.

"You can't tell anyone I'm here!" He pleads.

"You're fucking insane!" In the struggle, he shoves me into the floor.

I'm scared now. I'm in the middle of the woods with a guy who thinks vampires exist. What could go wrong, right?

"I've been hiding in this town for 4 freaking years! You are not going to ruin my chances of finding out what's going on!"

"What are you talking about!?" I scream, backing up on the floor.

"I'm talking about saving your life!" He kneels down in front of me, holding onto my arms again. "You're new here, right? Well, you're not leaving. They don't let you leave! You won't get out alive!"

His eyes are wide and desperate, giving me even more reason to not trust him. He looks completely insane.
I've never really been in a serious situation with someone mentally unstable. I'm more scared than I've ever been.

"You're scaring me!" I cry. "Leave me alone! Let me go!"

"I can't!"

"Just get away from me, you freak!"

In a quick motion, he gets up off the floor. He brings a key out of his pocket, and locks the door.
I snarl at him.

"I won't tell anyone you're here, okay? Just let me go!"

"I can't risk that, I'm afraid." He heads back into the kitchen area, and carries on doing whatever he was doing earlier.
Making pasta.

"I have a fucking family!" I shout, getting up. "They'll come looking for me!"

He turns around, narrowing his eyes at me.

"So you moved here with your parents?"

"Yes?"

"Ah," He turns around, and carries on. "That sounds bad."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Well, a lot of vampires are attracted to this town. They move here, and gather like a herd. I've been trying to find out why for quite a few years now, because usually vampires are loners. Staying in dark, damp, and empty places. Like sewers in cities. There are few of them left nowadays, but like in stories from middleages, there used to be a lot more."

I can't believe him. I can't.
My emotion must have shown on my face, because he put a hand on my shoulder.

"You have to remember last night. You were taken outside that bar by three vampires. They were going to do something to you. Not turn you, not drain you. They were trying to do something more. I should know, my gut feeling is like magic."

I have to lean on the table to take everything in. I remember.
It was so fast.
In a matter of 5 minutes, I was attacked.
My life has changed.
No more socilly awkward humor or getting upset because my friends can't visit me.
My life has been reduced to a crappy TV fantasy drama.
No.
I remember the look on that girls when her mouth opened as wide as it could go, showing off her fangs. Absolutely terrifying.

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