Erin slowly blinked her eyes, trying to figure out her surroundings. Bringing a hand up to her head, she groaned, her head was pounding from the blow against the wall. The light that was barely coming through a window was enough to cause her possible concussion more pain. She sat up as best she could and tried to get her vision clear enough to see where she was. After a few moments, her vision became less impaired. "Where am I?", she thought out loud. Looking around to take in her surroundings, it finally hit her "Am I in a...plane?". She saw she was now sitting on the passenger side of the cockpit of a plane. She then noticed something else, there was blood everywhere. All over the dash board and the dials and moniters. It looked like someone was ripped arpart in there. She whimpered, this was Dwights plane. She quickly looked over and was thrilled to see he was not on the other side. She curled into a ball, desperate to keep herself from vomiting. She then felt something wet drip on her face, "What the hell?", she reached up to wipe away what she assumed was water. Touching her face and bringing her hand back in front of her, she saw red smudged on her index finger. "The fuck?", she looked up and saw what appeared to be fresh blood dripping from the ceiling. "Oh my God", she groaned, reaching for the door to get the hell out. Shoving the door open, she pulled out so fast she almost fell out on the concrete. Bright sunlight hit her face and she cringed in pain. Falling to the ground, she curled up in a ball and began to cry. Sobbing, she didn't even notice the man on a ladder that was propped against the plane. "Ay there little miss", she heard a mans voice say. She looked over and saw a man in his 60's, washing the side of the plane. The sight of a living person who wasn't Dwight was a thrill to her. She picked herself up, walking over to the man, "Please sir! I need help, please tell me you have a phone!". This caused the man to chuckle, "Yes ma'am, we do in the office. Just tell me, uh who do you plan on calling?". "Police, I need the police. The man who drives this plane is a fucking psycho! We need to go before he comes back!", she cried out desperatly, trying to get the man to understand the situation. This caused him to laugh again. Erin looked at him confused, what was he not understanding? "Please sir, I really need help!", she said, trying to hold back her frustration. The man raised a brow at her, "I'm afraid I can't let you go anywhere, sweet thing". "What? Why the hell not!?", she yelled, anger and frustration rising in her. He laughed, "Well, I have strict orders to keep an eye on you, little miss. And Mr. Renfield wouldn't like it if I just let you leave!", he finished laughing again. "Oh no", she thought, "he's been compelled!". I..I...do you have a restroom?", she asked, maybe she could sneak away. "Yup, see that building there?", he pointed to a small, shabby buidling on the other side, "there's your lady room.". "Thanks", she said, and she headed over. As she got closer, she turned to look at the man, he was watching her like a hawk. Walking inside, she smelled dust and mildew. She cringed, as the smell made her head pound more. Looking around, she saw a bunch of junk and closet door that was wide open. It didn't take long for her to realize she had been tricked, this clearly wasn't the right building. As she turned to leave, she felt something hit her and knock her to the ground. "What the fuck!?", she yelled out. She looked up and saw the man. He was holding a wooden plank, "What the hell is wrong with you?!", she yelled. He then reached down and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her towards the closet. Erin began to scream and threw her hands around, trying to hit the man. "Now now, dear, if you can't play nice you're just going to have to wait in here", he said, pulling her over. Despite the mans age, he was shockingly strong. "No! Stop! Get your filthy hands off of me!", she screamed, still trying to get him off. This only resulted in him pulling her hair harder. She felt him throw her roughly into the dark room and immediatly shut the door. She heard the sound of a pad lock closing, "You just wait right here, Mr. Renfield will be back by night fall", he said. "No! Please, you don't understand! He's going to kill you! He's going to kill all of us!", she cried out, hitting the door. She heard not response, but heard him turn and start walking towards the exit. Seconds later, she heard the door shut. She was alone again. She wanted to cry or try to get out, but she had no strength. She was hungry, tired, her head was killing her and her body was achy. She laid on the dirty floor, and lightly sobbed before falling asleep.

Erin woke up to the sound of a bang. She sat straight up, looking around. She noticed the light under the door was gone, which meant it was either sunset or night time. She heard footsteps, almost like someone was looking for something. "Hey, please, let me out! I can't breath very well, please sir, I promise not to try to run away", she said, trying to talk loud, but her energy was completely drained. She heard the footsteps stop for a minute and then she heard them start again at the door. She heard the lock rattling, it stopped and then she heard a clang. The door opened to reveal a man, but a man much thinner than the guy from earlier, "Holy shit, are you ok ma'am?!", she heard the guy ask. He reached down and wrapped an arm around her waist, helping pull her up to her feet. "Please, I need to get to the police", she said, tears rolling down her face. "Don't worry, I'm gonna get you some help", the man said, "My names Paul". "Erin", she replied weakly, walking along with him out of the building. The smell of fresh air hit her like a dream, she breathed in deeply. "Who put you in there?", Paul asked, looking at her. She saw him now. He was probably about the same age as the man from earlier, but slimmer. He had dull blue eyes that seemed kind, and he wore overalls, and he had gray hair that was bald in a lot of spots. "That guy who was cleaning the plane I came in", she said angrily. He looked at her confused, he seemed to be thinking of who it could be. "You mean it was someone who works here?", he asked, a surprised look on his face, "What did he look like?". "Pft, big guy, gray hair. Blue button up shirt...douche bag", she growled. "Ya mean George?!", Paul asked, rubbing his head with a shocked look on his face. The main buidling was getting closer, she could see the lights from inside. "We need to just go", Erin panicked, "Lets just go to the police station". "Now hold on just a minute", Paul said. Suddenly, the lights in the airport went out and the inside was pitch black. "What in Sam Hai.." Paul started to say before a man 's blood curdling scream could be heard from inside. "Please, Paul! Lets go, now!", she yelled, pulling on his arm. "You wait here! I'm going to get George", he said, pushing her arm down, walking towards the door. "NO! He'll kill you too!", She yelled, grabbing his arm. "Here!", he said, pulling car keys out of his pocket, "My truck is out front, wait for us there". She took them, and watched as he went inside before she ran to the front. She frantically ran into the parking lot and spotted the truck. She ran over to it and began unlocking the door. Another yell was heard from the building, she could tell it belonged to Paul. Throwing open the door, she hopped inside, trying to find the key that started the car. She tried three keys, and no luck. Shaking, she grabbed another, still no luck. "Fuck! Are you kidding me!?", she yelled. Grabbing the last key, she put it in the ignition, and to her relief, started the truck. "Yes!" she yelled, shifting into drive and pulling out and heading towards to road. She was going to make it! Getting closer to the road, she realized she had not shut her door yet. Reaching over to pull it shut, a clawed hand came out and grabbed her arm. She yelped in shock, and felt herself being pulled from the moving car and thrown the grown. Her breath was knocked right out of her and she heard the car run into a nearby tree. She coughed, trying to stay conscious. She then saw a dark figure hovering over her, and saw it reach down and grab her hair. She screamed, "No! Let go of me!". He had a much harder grip on her than the older man, and he had his other hand tightly around the back of her neck. He dragged her back towards the back of the building, and realized he was taking her back to the plane. She felt his clawed hand digging into her neck and she felt droplets of blood run down. She began twisting around, trying to break free from his grasp. She managed to break free, and fell to the ground. She began to crawl away, and she saw his black boots walking towards her. She rolled over, and for some unknown reason, decided to finally get a look at her captor. Her eyes widened in absolute terror, it was worst than she imagined. She was stricken with fear, and could not longer move. "My God", she said out loud, his face was hidious. A bat...he looked like a fucking bat. His face was a gray color, it was wrinkled and old looking. His nose was smooshed in like a typical Vampire bat. His eyes were piercing, and his mouth..Jesus Christ his mouth. It was large and wide, and filled with tons of sharp teeth. He snarled down at her, seeing the look on her face, and reached down and grabbed her again. She now shrieked in absolute fear, thrashing around to get free, but this time he held her so tight it almost stopped her breathing. He continued to walk to the plane and when reaching it, opened the door and threw her in. He slammed the door, and she sat up and curled up into a ball. "Oh God please, just kill me now and get it over with", she said to herself. She looked at the other door, waiting for the disgusting creature to get in. The wait for him to get in was agonizing. She then saw the door open, she turned her head the opposite direction, she didn't want to see him. She heard him get in, sit down, and shut the door. The engine began to roar as he turned it on, and she felt the plane move towards the runway. She wanted to cry as she felt the plane go faster and faster and lift up into the air. "Great", she thought, she was now stuck with this...this thing in the damn air, with no where to go. They sat in silence, her head still turned towards her window, refusing to look over. He then broke the silence, "I suggest you don't try to get away like that again. Or I will give you something much worst than a migrain". She rolled her eyes, this was it, she was just going to get this over with herself. Ready to smart off, she turned to him and before she could yell she stopped. Her eyes widened, the man in the seat was not the monster from before. He was wearing the cape and same attire, but that was it. In the other seat, was a man..just a man...a beautiful man. His long brown hair flowed down past his shoulders, and his beautiful prominant features stood out with his bright green eyes. His hands were like any normal mans hands, not clawed and bat like. Her sudden outburst and silence caused him to look at her. The look on her face was priceless to him and he chuckled. She blushed, his chuckle was now kind of ...well..sexy. She sat back, not knowing what to say, no wonder people fell for his charm. He turned back to the wheel and spit, causing the left over blood in his mouth to shoot out all over the dash in front of him. "Well...that explains most of the blood in here", Erin thought, cringing in disgust. "Why are you doing this? Why didn't you just kill me? This seems kind of pointless for you", Erin asked, knowing though a million questions was probably not the best thing to be doing right now. His eyes moved to her, but keeping his head in front still, he replied, "I thought you wanted a better story?". She raised both brows at him, "Why would you want to help me out?". "I don't know", he replied, "But I can assure you that it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you're the most attractive reporter I have ever come across". Erin blushed, not sure of what to say. Seeing this, Dwight smirked, satisfied with her reaction. "Now Erin", he began, " since we are going to be spending time together, I have some rules for you". Her head shot over to him, "Rules?", she asked. He looked at her and nodded, "Mhmmm. You can choose to obey them or not, but it is not in your best interest to disobey. Though I will say that I quite fancy you, I will not hesitate to rip your head off and suck you dry". Erin held in a whimper, she had tried to convince herself before not to be afraid of anything, but she now realized she wasn't as "bad ass" as she thought she was. He continued, "I think it's clear to you what I am and what my specific needs are, so you know what each stop we take will result to. It's best you cooperate to make things easier for yourself.". Erin stayed quiet, but nodded, she knew it pointless to argue. "So sometimes I only stay and take what I need, but I do tend to take shelter at the homes first. When we do so, I expect you to play along. It's best for you not to get too attached either, it will only make it harder for you", he finished. "Okay", she said quietly. "I will allow you to observe my work if you wish for you story, I only ask you stay clear out of my way. Don't try to be a hero, you won't get far with that either. Do you understand?", he questioned her. "Yes, sir", she replied, trying to hold back her sarcasm. "Good. Who knows, maybe we will end up becoming good friend, my dear sweet Erin", he said, a dark chuckle forming in his voice. Erin sat back in her seat, trying to get comfortable. This was going to be a long ride.