Waking up my shoulder blades pulsing with agony, not being able to see from the

darkness; silence consuming the air, I heard the sound if my own heart beat. Taking a

breath, then presuming on trying to move, I found it quite difficult, as I came to notice

that my hands and feet were bound by rope. Assuming I was sitting on the chair, I quickly

thought about all the movies and books I had read on how to get out of sticky situation.

Realizing I once again could not see I had concluded that getting from this chair was

utterly impossible. The coldness of the air chilled my bones, but some how did not appeal

to me as unpleasant.  This was surprising because I am usually not a big fan of the cold.

The craving for liquid started to overcome my body; dryness encircled my tongue   I

needed something, then a slam made me jump, a beam of light shot through my eyes

burning my head causing a sudden ache on my skull. Another slammed followed and the

headache departed, alone with the light. Shaking my head I asked the question, who was

that. A sinister hissing filled my ears; a very dim yellow light was lit just in front of me. A

saucer was slid in the light, red water moved in the bowl leaving a thick scarlet running

hauntingly down the sides. When it stilled I received a scent, and suddenly had a craving

for it. Unfamiliar with the smell I almost became frazzled on how much I was drawn to it.

A shadow moved suddenly causing me to jolt my head up, and stare into the darkness.

Another moved I came to notice there were more then one in the room. All jumping and

dashing across the floor until a larger one stomped his feat on the ground; silent

apologetic hisses echoed through the room. Toes of a large foot appeared its nails overly

long and sharpened in to a point; covered in dry blood, scared, cut, and worn skin.

Another bare foot appeared followed by loose-fitting black jeans lined with tares, rips,

stains,

dried mud, and things I have never seen or read of.  The figure arched down and scared

my breath away form my lungs. Its eyes red and blood-shot, stretched skin, and around

the cheekbones

no flesh was present. It’s pale blue face came closer to mine.  Nothing but gashes covered

this thing along with a huge scar that seemed to stand out, an X scar across his chest.  The

meeting point of it rested over his heart. Burses smothered his body and his lips hung

open revealing black teeth with rotten gums. Shivers ran down my spine and then once

again back up. Backing  from me, he resituated the bowl closer to my form.

“Do you know what you are?” he spoke with a tired voice.

“Well duh I’m a human, a living organism! A homosapien” I yelled very irritated. He laughed

silently. Shaking his head no, slowly as if I had just made the worst mistake of my life; I

gritted my teeth a bit. “You…are..a…creature of the night,” He smiled a grim smirk, ”you

are a vampire.” He stated sliding the saucer closer.

“No I’m not, why would I be?” I stated somewhat curious, “ I can walk in light, I

don’t drink blood, and last I checked I don’t have wings.” I kicked the bowl towards him;

I dared not tip it over.  He smiled once again.

“You are what you are, but you are no longer a normal being. You can deny but

you will learn.” He departed and I was left with the shadows that started their movement

once more.

“ You are indeed a parasite.” One said in a high scratchy voice. They all began to

in circle me slowly one by one remarking that I was a vampire, the craving for the bowl

that lay on the floor started to over whelm me again.

“Join us you will like it.”  Another one said. My head began to beat, the more they

spoke of the possibility that I may be a vampire did the bowl full of red liquid become

more appealing.  The ropes came un done and my hands shook. The pounding in my ear

grew as I tried to think of something different, anything. I tried to think about school, the

library, my friends, and even what I got on my midterm exam; nothing helped not even

Amelia. Standing up my eyes grew wider as I stared at the bowl. Dropping to my knees, I

grabbed it and let the blood slip into my mouth. It was satisfying, very satisfying, as if I

needed it to survive.   The thickness was hard to swallow, and the warmth of it burned

with my own. The bitterness was enough to make one gag, but the pleasure you received

after word, was a sensation that through all emotions off the board.  After finishing the

entire container, I dropped it on the floor; it’s delicate glass shattered. I could feel the

blood seeping through my lips, and the rest dripping from my chin and onto the smooth

tile. I bent over as my hands supported me. Taking deep breaths I tried to recall the

preceding events were. It was only yesterday that I was waking up and taking an exam

afterward driving Amelia to a restaurant, and now I was here with people I had no ideal

about, drinking blood and being claimed as vampire. Snickers filled the room some

saying good boy as if I were a young one.  I looked around the light now gone,

the air silent. A hand placed it long self on my shoulder before throwing me

into a wall, crushing whatever kept the walls from falling forward. The tile falling around

me, some pieces hitting the back of my skull, the sounds echoing through the core of the

building and then back up through my veins. What would I do now? What was there left

for me to do? I had given into there game. Another hand fiercely gripped my hair, pulling

a portion of it out, after sliding me across the floor, scraping my belly on concrete, before

I skidded to severe stop.

“What makes you think that you can survive this kind of life? Huh! You didn’t

answer me boy!”  The icy saliva that pored from his mouth dripped onto my forehead,

before sliding into my eye. I never responded I let them carry me off until I found myself

in a truck headed to a place, filled with hate, snow and bitterness, somehow a midterm

exam didn’t seem so bad anymore.