The side of his head was sticky with blood, and his face was wet with sweat and tears. He had pushed the cloth covering his eyes partially up, but it hadn't done much good, it was dark and confining where ever he was now. He had gotten the knot loose and was pulling at it as best he could; during his struggle he had indeed passed out; it wasn't good that he was passing out, and his head hurt intensely. His mouth was dry, and the only reason he wasn't crying anymore was because he had run out of tears. His nausea was back in full force, he was also starving, he ached all over and he was exhausted. Next time he woke up it was because of a loud cracking noise; he heard muffled shouting. When his confined space enlarged he fought against the touches, not knowing who it was, then light filled his vision and he slipped into unconsciousness once again.

In the darkness he saw glowing eyes, heard laughter, suddenly hands reached out towards him. Mark woke with a start, he could see again, and he was lying in a bed. His head was bandaged; there was an IV drip in his hand, and he was dressed in a hospital gown. His vision was off a bit, and his face really hurt.

A police officer rushed in and pushed Mark back against the pillows. "Steady son, everything is OK. You're safe."

Mark did not answer the man right away, he was too busy struggling and looking around in fear. He was like this when they had found him, terrified and raring to fight. A nurse and a Doctor came in and tried to talk to him, but he was too scared. The doctor prescribed a slight sedative to calm Mark down; the nurse injected it in to his IV line. He started to feel relaxed, but his heart was still racing. It was like time was slowing down, but only in his head.

The officer released him as his struggles lessoned. "I am going to ask you some questions, just answer them if you can."

He seemed like a nice enough guy; Mark theorized he was a state trooper, or a city cop, not the sheriff like they had back in the Lot. Mark just blinked sluggishly at him.

The officer flipped open a note pad. "We'll start with an easy question. What's your name?"

"Mark Petrie.." Mark replied after a moment.

The officer jotted that down and nodded. "Nice to meet you Mark, I am Officer McKabe, Kris" he then asked another question. "Do you know where you are?"

"In bed….somewhere…hospital I guess." Mark replied.

The man nodded at him. "Very good, but more specific."

Mark only shook his head, since he had no clue where he was right now.

The man sighed. "You're in Durham; Durham, Maine. DO you know how you got here?"

"It was dark, my head hurt…I was tied up." Mark thought, and touched his bandaged head.

The officer was trying to think of a tactful way of telling him the truth. There had been a chase, the perp was in a stolen BMW, and they had apprehended the driver. While searching the vehicle the found him in the trunk, bloodied and tied up. Officer McKabe had seen some sorry people pass through his town, but the guy they had crossed swords with was a true dirt bag.

The officer took in a breath and told him of the events that happened before dawn. "Do you know…"

The man looked at the name they got off the cars registration. "Jim Cody?"

"He's dead." Mark said tears welling in his eyes.

The Doctor's body lying in the basement impaled on knives; his clothes absorbing the welling blood, a clever booby trap that had been created by the vampires.

He did not want to agitate the young man. "How about one Royce McDougall?"

"He's an A**hole." Mark blurted out. "Trailer park trash; has a wife, and baby." Mark struggled to reply.

His Mom had called Royce that a few times his name had come up in conversation. The officer nodded, it wouldn't be too hard to look up McDougall no doubt he had a record. He could tell that Mark was fighting the sedatives; the kid just did not want to relax. Who could blame him after all; the kid was scared, beaten up, tied up, and then hauled all over who knows where for who knows what. The officer decided not to push him anymore; least he could do was try to let the kid get some sleep.

"What time is it?" Mark asked suddenly.

The Officer look at his watch and could believe it was so late; after he and his partner hauled Royce u-cooperative butt to the jail, he had come to the hospital, and spent most the day watching the kid thrash in his sleep. "It's past 6PM.