I awoke and heard nothing. I didn't open my eyes; afraid of what i might find. I thought i heard the soft playing of a guitar from somewhere so i slowly opened one eye and there was a small table with a bright lamp sitting on it. I quickly shut my eye and rubbed them both. Slowly i opened my eyes and sat up. A sharp pain in my neck and shoulder stopped me and i touched the sorest part of my neck and pulled away my hand and to my surprise it was stained with a dark red crust.
It was blood.
I gasped and quickly got up. Bad idea. I was suddenly lightheaded and very weak.
Stumbling back onto the bed I breathed deep trying to relieve my sudden nausea.
"A bed? What the hell??" I thought.
I looked around me. There was a bed, night side table, a dresser and a couch in the corner by the window. I was in someone's bedroom.
My eyes widened.
"Him." I mumbled aloud, suddenly remembering who had attacked me and...drank my blood? He must be a psycho.
"I've got to get out of here." I panicked.
I got up as carefully trying not to make myself throw up and made my way to the window. It was over looking the city but i had no idea where i was. I walked to the door and i heard the soft guitar playing stop.
I ran to the closet and ducked down in the corner, hoping he wouldn't find me.
Footsteps made their way to the door and stopped just for a second before the door was opened and the click of the doorknob told me it was shut. I heard nothing. Was he gone?
I started to stand up but was knocked back down on my butt by the door swinging wide open and diner guy standing in the doorway. my eyes widened as he knelt down in front of me and looked my directly in the eyes. He knelt there for a minute and then held out his hand to me. i looked at his hand and then back to his face. I couldn't see if very well in the darkness of the closet.
"oh come on, it's not going to bite." He chuckled.
I finally took his hand and he helped me off the floor, gently setting me on my feet. I could clearly see his face now. His eyes weren't as cold and hard as there were before. They were softer in a way.
"what do you want?" I asked, breaking the trance he seemed to have on me.
He turned away walking to the couch and grabbing a cigarette from the table beside it and lighting it then plopping down stretching out his legs.
He didn't say a thing, he just starred at me. What was with him and starring at me?
"Well?" i questioned, getting annoyed.
I think he could tell because he just smiled and took another drag off of his cigarette.
"fine, I'm leaving." I huffed, hoping he would just let me go.
But of course, this wasn't going to be as easy as that.
I was almost to the door and there he was in front of me.
I gasped slightly at his quickness and backed up until the backs of my legs hit the bed and i stumbled back onto it.
He stalked toward me and i crawled backward on the bed until i my back hit the headboard. He stood at the foot of the bed and starred at me.
" What is with you starring at me?" i asked as quietly as i could.
He breathed deeply. Afraid i might have angered him i looked away. I just chose to stay quiet, though there were a million things i would have liked to say to him i wasn't going to press my luck.
He sat on the end of the bed, which startled me and i drew my knees to my chest trying to get as far away from him as possible.
He sighed and looked at me.
"You're so shy."
He surprised me when he spoke and i looked at him.
He was looking down at the bed but then he slowly looked up at me.
I shyly looked away again and he laughed.
"Why?" he asked.
i glanced back to him and shrugged.
He crawled up the the head of the bed where i was, laying on his stomach looking up at me.
"What is your problem. Jeez." I thought.
We sat quietly for a moment while he just starred at me.
"Really why are you so shy? There's not reason to be. You're beautiful."
I turned my head completely away from him as i blushed. I wasn't used to getting any kind of attention from a man except the weirdos at work, but he was one of those weirdos wasn't he?
He chuckled and sat up bringing his hand under my chin making me look at him. i averted my eyes from his but it was no use. Something about his big brown eyes had me and i couldn't look away.
He smiled at my attempts.
"You are beautiful. There's not need to be embarrassed about anything."
I didn't say anything.
His face lit up as if something funny just struck him and he smiled even wider.
"You're a virgin aren't you?"
This time i looked away and he laughed a little too loud.
"You are! What you're about 22, 23?"
I looked down.
"I'm sorry." he sighed. "It's just you really don't hear of anyone your age being a virgin."
My cheeks were bright red by now and he dropped his hand from my face.
I looked at him and he just looked back.
"Do you want something to eat?"
I looked at him and my stomach rumbled.
He laughed.
"I take that as a yes."