I awoke with a start. I was in a white room lying on a table. A figure was inserting a tube into my arm, and once done, I watched my blood slowly go down this tube and into a glass receptacle below.
“What the hell?” I cried out. The figure turned around and beheld me. They were dressed from head to toe in a hazmat suit. Through the mask I could see their skin was very pale.
“Relax. I’m just extracting your blood. The process won’t take long.” the figure said.
“What are you? Some sort of vampire?” I asked as I struggled to get up, but I appeared to be strapped down to the table.
“Yes.” they replied.
“Don’t you normally bite people’s necks?”
“But if your body is ever recovered, bite marks on the neck would be a giveaway that we possibly exist, and so far through the long ages we have avoided having our existence become known.” they told me.
“Are you taking all my blood?” I asked. My heart was beating quickly with my rising sense of terror.
“Yes soon I’ll have around five litres of your exquisite blood stored away. Then I’ll dispose of your body.”
“If you are a vampire, then you’re all just glorified serial killers in the end, aren’t you?” I said accusingly while starting to feel dizzy. The figure did not respond, instead they checked the blood-flow. “What if I scream?” They shrugged their shoulders.
“You’re in a sound-proofed cellar. No one will hear you, but scream away if you must.”
“Why me?” Again they shrugged their shoulders.
“I guess you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.” They said. “You’ll be losing consciousness shortly.”
“Please let me go.” I pleaded. “I won’t tell anyone about this.” Everything around me was growing hazy. My eyes were losing focus.
“Goodnight.” they said. Slowly everything went dark.
I’m not sure where all these nasty little stories in my head come from….
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