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The room was decorated in a country style, with a pale wallpaper covered in tiny rosebuds, the floorboards polished. There was a beautiful antique-looking quilt folded at the foot of my bed, and the man I recognised to be Daniel from the club, was reclining on a rather old but comfy looking armchair, his long legs stretched out ahead of him.
         ‘Jessica, you have slept for two days and nights since we brought you here. I didn’t think you were ever going to awaken. How do you feel? Hungry, I expect,’ Daniel said, his eyes twinkling, but his face looked serious, concerned even.
         Suddenly the nightmare became real and I struggled to keep up with the events flashing through my memory. I couldn’t believe this was real. No way was I awake! Deciding I was definitely in a coma and hallucinating, I decided I may as well go with the flow. Hell, it would make a good story when, or if I woke up.
         ‘Where am I? What the hell are you? And where are Luke and Alex? I yelled at him, and then carried on more quietly. ‘Those girls...they were punching me, kicking me.... I was dying.... I couldn’t move my legs.’ I quickly wriggled my toes and changed my position with relief. ‘Then you came. What did you do? Who are you?’ I asked, immediately regretting the question.
         ‘Shhh, I know it’s confusing, but you should be feeling fine now. I saved you,’ he said, as I frowned at him.
         ‘Where are we then?’
         ‘We’re in the Lake District, in a house belonging to a friend of mine. We got you out of Manchester immediately after the funeral.’
         I looked at him, uncomprehendingly trying to process his bizarre words. He was still the most beautiful man I’d ever seen and I was a little distracted by that. His burnt chocolate eyes searched mine out and this time they felt very different to look into. They no longer held me captive, but they soothed me, calmed me.
         ‘Why? What? I’m sorry, I don’t understand. I feel strange, not myself. I remember things, I remember those girls, but I don’t understand what you’re saying. My funeral? But I’m not dead!’ I whispered, a feeling of dread surrounding me like a thick fog.
         ‘You know why, Jessica. If you let yourself believe it, you know what I am, and you know what you’ve become. You can feel the hunger inside you. A hunger like no other, and if I’d left you, you would have eventually dug your own way out of your grave.’ He paused for breath and as I just waited silently, he continued. ‘You most likely would have killed the first person you came into contact with, drained them, and moved on to the next. You would have notified the media and the governments of the world of our existence, and whilst we have dealt with worse, it would have been an awful lot of unnecessary mess to clear up. We try not to let newborn vampires go on killing sprees,which would ruin our fairly safe position in this modern, disbelieving world.’
         His gaze was most distracting, so I dragged my eyes away and lay back down, pulling the soft blanket over my head to block out the room. I giggled quietly to myself, and felt tears pricking the corner of my eyes as hysteria began to rise within. Now would definitely be a good time to wake up. I thought of all the books I’d read and films I’d seen, as I tried to remember how people were woken from comas. As I obviously didn’t have a family member or friend playing me my favourite music, I decided to opt for pinching myself on the arm.
         So, pulling the blanket from my head, I sat up again and ignoring the man in the corner, I pinched as hard as I could.  I felt nothing and tried again. Weird! I felt the skin on my arm. It felt the same: soft and smooth, slightly paler, but I’d obviously lost a lot of blood, so that made sense. I could see the skin going whiter, almost