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                Two of the security team roughly
shoved by me before the men lifted the dead vampire by the legs, dragging it
away through the woods followed by ten or twelve others.
                Mr. Smith studied the creature's
face. The man appeared to be looking for an answer to why all of this had
happened. Sullenly, he dropped the lifeless head to his side. He turned his
attention to me for the longest time then slightly shook his head as he led me
into the pines.

Chapter 3

 
    A man
I had never seen before paced agitatedly in the small confines of the isolation
room yelling at the man I knew as Mr. Smith. "What the hell happened out
there Leslie?!"
    It was
the room where I was being tended to by a group of silently worried doctors and
nurses who avoided eye contact.
    Mr.
Smith did not answer. He watched the hospital staff methodically inspect and
document every bit of torn flesh until in a final flurry wounds were dressed,
samples collected for study, and lumps smoothed with ointment.
    The
dirty instruments and charts were stowed carefully. Looking over my bandages
covering my scratches, the lead doctor motioned to the hunting guide director
with a subtle nod.
    The
collection of medical personnel quickly scooted out the door at the behest of
Mr. Smith, who secured the door after the last person exited.
    What
kind of name is Leslie for a guy, I thought. The name really did his tough guy
image harm. I was delirious enough from either my horrifying night or the fresh
meds coursing through my veins to think it might be reasonable to ask him why
his parents would have named him such an awful name. Cloudy reasoning seemed to
take hold long enough to tell me to shut up.
    The
drugs were beginning to take effect. My eye lids were feeling heavy though
sleep was the last thing I wanted. I tried to speak, but my lips wouldn't move.
Trying again, the numbness was spreading too fast. I felt myself drifting,
deeper and deeper almost like I was floating away but tethered to the bed.
    When
did they give me a shot, I
wondered?
    Fighting
to stay awake, the need consumed me. I thought I wanted answers, but my body
felt light, relaxed. My mind was slowing. Warmness radiated throughout my body;
fogginess cluttered my mind. The two men were arguing, but there was no sound.
I could see through my foggy haze the conversation was animated. The mouths
appeared to be moving rapidly then slowly as the two faces became distorted,
blurred, and surreal.
    I
snapped back to reality for a fleeting instance. At my side lay my useless arms
with something inside was begging me to sleep. It began a determined tug of
war, but I challenged the growing darkness. Tingling radiated through my
extremities as limbs were fought with in an effort to shake off the effects of
the sedative. A simple thought clung to life as the darkness filled the edges
of my mind: vampires aren't real.
    I had
seen them. I had to know the truth. I had to know.. .

Chapter 4

 
    The
dreams were wildly vivid.
    Glowing
greens and rich blacks lay before my eyes. The colors framed the hunting
encampment. Standing inside the former shed turned hunting blind again, I shook
in fear as an echo of screams started low at a faraway distance, but become
quickly deafening in the confined space.
    My
hands trembled as I fumbled to lock the door. I knew it was a futile gesture if
even a single vampire wanted to taste my blood. The act shouldn't have slowed
my shaking, though momentarily I was a little more at ease.
    Taking
a chair in front of the tinted and now closed window, I settled into gazing at
the spot where the hunting party had attempted to kill the GV4. The location
was empty. Hours seemed to pass.
    Staring
out into the darkness, I watched as a single pair of flaming red eyes peered
from the shadows, creeping ever closer. I grabbed the arm rests of my chair as
the pair of eyes grew to four then eight sets. An icy sweat began to cover my
forehead and back. My