I woke up dazed and confused.
I couldn't remember a thing that happened last night.
All I could conjure was what I felt: Fear.
There was a block in my mind, like a wall.
And every time I tried to remember that night I would slam into it.
I sat up and looked around.
I was in a semi-dark room.
It looked like a bedroom, most likely a guest room.
The blinds were drawn and so were the curtains.
I tried to peek through the blinds but when I opened them the sunlight hurt.
It actually seemed to physically hurt me, my skin started to smoke...
That's when I let the blinds fall and I backed away from the window.
What am I? A creature that can't go out in the daylight? That drinks blood...?
I've heard stories of such creatures, but I never believed them to be true.
Vampires aren't real.
A walking corpse that feeds on living, breathing human beings? Not possible.
But still... does that mean I'm dead? Am I dead? A walking corpse?!
I started to panic when I saw a door on the other side of the room.
I got out of the bed and made my way over to the door.
I opened it, it was a small bathroom.
I stepped in and quietly shut the door behind me.
I walked over to a mirror that was hanging precariously over the sink.
I looked into the mirror, I still had a reflection.
But I looked awful.
My shirt was soaked in cow's blood and my dark brown hair was a tangled mess.
I took notice of the two small holes on the side of my neck.
They were a blue-ish green, like a bruise.
But the holes themselves were not, they were black inside and still had some blood oozing out of them.
I had blood on my mouth, the image of the odd man I ran into came to mind.
What has happened to me? I could smell the blood I was covered in...
I felt something poke my bottom lip.
I leaned towards the mirror and opened my mouth, my incisors were big, pointed and very sharp.
I brought my finger up to my mouth and touched the tip of one of my fangs.
Blood started to seep out of my finger, which only made it worse.
I noticed my eyes, they were changing. Once a pleasant green, now a horrid red...
My eyes seemed to glow.
I jolted away from the mirror and stopped breathing, hoping it would help.
But it was too late, the burning in my throat came back, but stronger this time.
I clutched my throat and stumbled out of the bathroom.
Only when I made it half way across the room did I notice a presence.
I took a moment to look up.
He was sitting on the bed I woke up in with his legs and arms crossed.
He was watching me with a curious look on his face.
I straightened myself and let go of my throat, the burning sensation gone for the moment... probably from shock.
My eyes were wide, I cocked my head as we watched each other.
He had medium length black hair and brown eyes, his skin was very pale... almost white.
He looked to be in his mid-twenties, maybe.
I couldn't tell his height because he was sitting but I'm guessing average.
His build was average as well.
He was wearing a striped gray shirt and a light brown, maybe leather, jacket.
He had dark blue jeans and tan casual boots. A seemingly normal guy.
My gaze returned to his face.
His eyes seemed to have an unnatural glow to them...
I know him from somewhere, I thought.
Neither of us moved for several minutes, then he let out a breath and stood up.
I just stared, trying to remember where I knew him from but kept coming up blank.
He crossed the room and now stood a few feet from me.
He must have something to do with the night before.
Baby steps, baby steps, I thought to myself.
I remember getting off the school bus...then I couldn't find my house key...both doors were locked...
Things were starting to get a little fuzzy.
As for the man, he was still standing there, staring at my face.
He was watching me think.
I felt like I should say something but decided against it.
I still couldn't remember who he was.
Baby steps, I reminded myself.
...a women attacked me...
I couldn't see her face, I couldn't remember what she looked like.
...everything went black...I woke up in a field...
It was becoming exceedingly difficult to think through this fog.
I thought harder, concentrating on the events of last night.
...my throat burned...
I reached up and touched my throat.
...I drank the blood of two cows...I started walking...running...to a road...
I furrowed my brow.
...I walked along the road...it was raining...and I came to...to a...a...
I hit a wall, my head was starting to hurt.
The chatter of people came to my mind, as well as the footsteps on the ground.
It was a city!
...a city...
I pushed against the wall.
I remember running into a strange man with blood on his mouth...
...he was very angry...I backed away...and came to a...an alley...
It was starting to come back to me, the wall is now just a minor nuisance.
A pesky annoyance. I swatted it away, like the pest it was.
...I saw a shadow and I followed it down the dismal alley...as I turned the corner I found the black figure...it turned around and it's eyes glowed a sickening red...
I gasped, finally knowing what happened and who this man was.
Sure, I have a migraine now, but at least I know.
I looked at his face, he was waiting for me to say something.
So many questions came to my mind, but the only one I could voice was:
"Are you that thing I saw in the alley?"
He took a step back and smiled.
"Yes, I am."
