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t-shirt at the shoulder. He paused then for just a moment, looking into my eyes, as he he slowly lowered his head, his eyes unfathomably cold as they locked onto mine. I couldn’t look away.
    Fangs grazed my neck and seemed to follow the course of my carotid from my clavicle up, yet he didn’t bite. His movements were slow and lazy; I was sure he was playing with me. I lay completely still, not knowing what might or might not provoke him and unwilling to chance anything either way.
    For a brief moment, he paused in his movements before grasping my hair with his free hand, bringing it to his face and inhaling. “What a myriad of smells you are.” With a savagery that was sudden in its intensity and surprising given his former stealth, he pulled his head back and then flung it down suddenly, driving his fangs into my neck, through the muscles covering the carotid artery.
    I felt the spasm of the muscles in my neck first because of the speed and then I felt the slice of his fangs through my skin almost like an afterthought. Kind of like a nurse who is really good at giving shots. You feel the medicine being pushed into your muscle before you ever feel the needle. The pain was not as intense as I expected but within a few moments, my vision began to tunnel. I could feel his muscles contracting against my skin as he swallowed. My last coherent thought was of a small trickle of blood collecting in my hair.

 
     
     
     
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    The bleating of the fire alarm seemed exceptionally loud, but perhaps it was the massive headache banging in my head that added to the sound. Confused at first, I spread my hands out beside me attempting to determine where I was.
    The lights were off and only a small shaft of light wrapped into the room from underneath a door. Continuing to palpate my surroundings, I recognized the smoothness of the silk bedspread that covered my bed. I started to sit up but the muscles in my back and legs were burning and I decided it wasn’t worth the effort.
    Reaching up with arms of lead to run my fingers through my hair, I felt as though the left side of my neck was numb and tingled ever so slightly. I only noticed because of its contrast to every other part of me, which was aching and burning. Sudden remembrance made me gasp out loud and tracing the contours of my neck, I couldn’t find the puncture wounds that I knew should be there. I ran the sensitive pads of my fingers over the skin again and again till the skin on my neck became sore, but still I was unable to locate the wounds.
    I doubted my sanity for a moment, questioning what I thought I had seen. But focusing on the tingling in my neck, I was sure that I hadn’t imagined any of the evening. I simply didn’t understand it especially the fact that I was still alive. Why was I still alive? Death had been inescapable, I was sure of it.
    As I became more aware of my surroundings, I realized there were voices coming from the foyer; a smooth, calm voice and the rough gravelly voice of the fire marshal. I knew the last one well as I had set off a lot of fire alarms in the short time I had lived here.
    This would probably be my last opportunity for help and I suppressed a twinge of guilt knowing I would probably get the marshal killed as well. I slowly got up off the bed, being as quiet as I could. My pain faded to the back of my mind as I made my way as stealthily as I could into the foyer.
    From where I stood, I could see the monster talking to the fire marshal. He had his back to me, his left hand was resting on the top of the door, his right hand resting on his right hip. He looked casual, nothing like he had a short while before.
    I didn’t think he had noticed me and I brought my hands up to signal nine-one-one to the fireman, but he turned, still very casually, and stopped me with one sentence. “Our daughter will be home very soon, in a week actually.” He smiled at me as he said it, cold and menacing, and I felt my blood run cold from my