Glen was aware that he was waking up, but he didn't seem to able to quite open his eyes just yet.
He felt himself drifting away into the darkness again, but the pounding in his head put a stop to that. He groaned. Slowly becoming more aware. His eyes slowly opened; blurry at first but quickly sharpening up. He couldnt remember where he was, or how he had got there so he was vaguely suprised to find himself looking directly at a chubby cleaning lady. She was looking back at him, open mouthed, and then he remembered. He remembered everything.
He looked down at himself, speckled in blood and he felt tiny holes in his neck. He looked back at the cleaner. She was still frozen in place, although her mouth had now closed.
He didn't speak for a moment. What could he say in this situation ?
"Erm, this isn't what it looks like...", he started to say whilst trying to sit upright. The cleaner shook her head slightly like she'd seen it all before, turned and walked back out of the room without saying a word. She gently closed the door behind her.
Glen sank back onto the bed.
"...or maybe this is exactly what it looks like...just your average victim of a vampire attack", he said to the empty room.
"Oh no...Amber...", he said as he realised that his friends could still be in danger. Glen quickly got up and after a brief search found his clothes. He was still struggling to get his shirt over his head, as he hurriedly opened the door. He paused and looked out beyond the open doorway. Even though the sun was setting; it was just starting to duck behind the buildings across the street, it seemed impossibly bright. Crazy bright. He took a step out of the door and immediately the exposed parts of his body started to feel like they were on fire. The pain was intense. Glen screamed and dove back through the doorway. He slammed the door, then peaked out from behind the curtain at the setting sun. He caught his breath as he leaned against the closed door, the backs of his hands still slightly smoking. The first obvious immediate thought filling his mind;
Wait a minute, he thought, it's nearly night time and the cleaning maid is just doing the room now ? What sort of shoddy service is this that the motel offering ?...