I sat back down on the bench and sighed. I couldn’t calculate how long I had been stuck in this prison cell, but it was long enough that the horrible headache I had awoken to was starting to fade away. In fact, it was nothing more than a dull aching now, a strange drugged out feeling.

It wasn’t much longer before I heard a clicking sound. My attention was drawn to the door as it was quickly opened and a man wearing a white lab coat inched his way inside. To my surprise, he didn’t bother closing the door behind himself.

“How do you feel?” He asked.

This was not the same man that had brought me here. This man was much younger looking, in his mid twenties, and much cleaner looking.

“Not the best.” I admitted, looking at him apprehensively as he approached.

I wasn’t sure if his question had been sincere or not. His face expressed no emotion and before he had even heard my answer he had began rummaging through his lab coat pocket.

“Are you a doctor?” I asked stupidly.

“Something like that.” He replied as he pulled a long needle out of his pocket and some adhesive tape.

“What happened to me?” I hesitated to ask.

He sat down on the bench beside me.

“I need to test your blood.” He said, completely ignoring my question.

“What for?” I asked, nervously watching him as he pulled the cap off of the needle and sat it down on the bench beside himself to rummage through his pocket again. This time he extracted a tourniquet and then promptly reached for my arm. The thought to recoil was there, but I didn’t do it. I sat confused and obedient as he tied it above my elbow.

“Pump your fist a few times.” He said, and I followed his directions. He spoke again as he pulled my arm towards him and picked the needle back up to press it into my vein. “I’m checking the quality of your blood, your blood type, if you have any illnesses, and the level of its purity.”

The needle went in painlessly and hit the mark on the first go round. The man quickly secured it in place with the adhesive tape and then rummaged in his pocket yet again for a small tube which he connected to the end of the needle sticking out of my arm. My blood flowed through the tube and was met with a shut off valve at the end of it.

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I briefly debated standing up and searching around, but without even the slightest bit of vision and no knowledge of my surroundings, I concluded that it probably wasn’t the wisest decision. I could only assume that he would come back for me at some point and it was best if I waited, at least for a little while. Besides, what point was there in trying to escape when death was what I was ultimately seeking.

I sat alone in the dark with my thoughts for a very long time. The discomfort of the coldness around me, my nakedness, and all of the hard surfaces that touched my body were collectively putting me in a grumpy and frustrated mood. I was impatient and restless, but there wasn’t anything to be done about it. All I could do was wait, so wait was what I did. And wait. And wait. And wait. Until finally I decided to lay back down and try to sleep again. Perhaps then this confounded drug hangover would go away.

Of course, fear kept me awake. Not so much fear of death, but more so fear of the unknown. When would he come for me? Would he come for me at all? And if he did come for me, what did he have in store for me next?

My greatest fear was that my death would be postponed even further. That there was some other grand master plan for me. That I was meant to be raped, or tortured, or both. I sighed in depressed pointless desperation as 100 different horrible scenarios played out inside my weary brain.

Finally, exhaustion grasped me and I felt my eyelids growing heavy. Instead of allowing them to take me back to the peacefulness of sleep, I fought their closing with every imagined sound that I made up inside my head, every harsh nightmare that started to form in my brain when they got too close to touching each other. Even after they closed, my brain raged on in a half dream, half awake state.

I was somewhere between dream and reality when a bright light shook me straight into a sitting position. Someone had flipped on a switch and the room which I was in was now completely illuminated.

It was some kind of small cell. Something that looked like a solitary confinement room that you saw in prison movies. There was the long metal bench that I was sitting on, a sink and a toilet in one corner of the room, and that was it. Nothing else but a windowless door. In fact, there were no windows in the room at all.

I stood up and walked over to the toilet. It was surprisingly clean. So clean, in fact, that if I didn’t know any better I would have thought that it had never been used before.

I grasped my cock to take aim at the toilet. This wouldn’t have been a strange occurrence except for the fact that it brought on notice that my genitals had been shaved. Another brief panicked moment sped through my brain, quickly going over all of the negative conclusions that I had made before. I couldn’t come up with a single reason that this had been done unless my purpose was something sexual in nature.

I chewed my bottom lip nervously as I finished my business, thinking all the while. When I was done I flushed the toilet and walked to the door. Cautiously, I turned the handle. It was locked from the outside. No surprise there.

Briefly, I thought about calling out, but what was the point? I figured that it was only a matter of time before someone opened the door to come get me for whatever reason they had spared my life for thus far. I shuddered at the unpleasant thoughts. This was definitely not the quick death that I had wanted.

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It was too cold and painful to be heaven but too real to be hell. Darkness embraced me despite my eyes being opened. There seemed to be a spiraling pain that swirled around my entire head, peaking at the point where it met the hard surface beneath me. I groaned subconsciously.

I had no idea where I was, but I knew that I wasn’t dead. Instinct told me to panic, but I saw no cause.

Cautiously, I lifted my body up into a sitting position. My body pealed off of whatever I was laying on, sticky with cold sweat. My shirt was gone, and by the draft of the cool air on the rest of my body, along with the way that it stuck to whatever I was lying on, it was easy to surmise that so were the rest of my clothes.

Again, my mind told me to panic. Why had he taken my clothing? There were only a few reasons that I could come up with and none of them were good.

I did a quick self examination. Aside from the throbbing headache accompanied by a strange nauseous feeling everything else seemed to be intact and unharmed.

“Hello”, I whispered softly into the darkness. My voice sounded frightened and pathetic. I said the word so low that it was barely audible at all. After a few moments of uncertainty, I spoke it again a bit louder. No reply.

I placed my hands down by my sides and crawled my fingers away from me. One hand hit a wall and the other hand fell off the edge of whatever I was laying on. It was either some type of examination table or a really wide metal bench, I concluded. Sitting up would answer my question, and I was almost scared to do so. Depending on the answer, that would open up a whole nother bottle of questions to panic my already unsteady brain.

I sucked up my fears and quickly pulled myself into a sitting position, pushing my bare feet over the edge. To my relief they met with a cool surface much sooner than I had expected. I was in fact on some type of wide bench or bed. I sighed with relief.

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I rolled up from the cold marble and my breath suddenly caught in my throat. How long had he been standing there waiting for me to sit up? He could have killed me in an instant and I never would have seen it coming, just as I had planned.

Bright menacing red eyes pierced through me. My eyes grew wide in fear, anticipating his next violent move. He grinned a sadistic grin, and then the pain came.

It wasn’t what I had expected. There were no teeth ripping at my throat, no crack of crushed bone beneath heavy thoughtless hands. His movement was so quick and unexpected. The sound of a thud as the syringe in his hand penetrated the soft tissue of my neck at lightening speed.

There wasn’t time to move and hardly even time to gasp. The poison worked quick, blurring my vision and causing me to almost immediately become unstable. In shock I clutched the front of his denim jacket as I fell to my knees. He made no movement but simply watched my descending to the floor.

It was quick and practically painless, as planned. But the end result was never what I would have expected.

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The evening trudged on and darkness seemed to give birth to a noisy mess. The wind had picked up and tree branches brushed against each other so violently that it sounded like nature was having a scratchy shouting match. Crickets chirped loudly, playing the part of an excited audience.

I had never noticed such things before. In fact, I wondered if I had ever heard them. The steel vampire proof domes that we lived in also locked out the noise from outside. Impenetrable fortresses that speckled the ground like giant silver ant mounds. That is what we had to resort to since the vampire problem had become so bad.

I was growing impatient. How long had I been waiting? One hour? Two hours? I didn’t want to look at my watch in fear that it might not have been that long at all.

The longer the time drug on, the longer I had time to think, the more likely that fear would creep in and I’d slowly regret my decision. I didn’t want that. There was no reason to regret my decision. Life wasn’t going to get any better, and I surely did not want to face another day, not knowing what I knew and feeling the way that I felt.

A few more endless minutes and my impatience was growing to a head. Perhaps coming here, to this cemetery, was a stupid decision. After all, the vampires would want to go where the living things were, not where the living buried their dead.

To be honest, I hadn’t really thought past the point of escaping my rescue. I just assumed that I could stay in the cemetery, that my scent would carry on the wind and bring the vampires to me. Perhaps it was just another one of my naïve thoughts.

Sandwiched between the cold marble of the tomb and the icy chill of the wind my body began to act accordingly as the undeniable cold buried through my skin and into my bones. One thing was for sure, I couldn’t handle the discomfort of being out here much longer.

I briefly debated on looking at my watch to time down 15 more minutes. I needed to get somewhere warmer, otherwise I felt that the cold might kill me before the vampires did. I gave in to my impulsive desperation and brought my wrist to my face, pressing the button on the side that would make the backlight come into play so that I could read the time. I had been outside for nearly 3 hours. I was impressed with myself.

I dropped my arm back down to my side and waited a bit longer. I could feel the goose bumps racing across my skin with the touch of the wind. A shiver rolled down my spine and expanded throughout my body. My teeth began to chatter in tune.

Staying out in the cold like this was stupidly torturous. After nearly 3 hours and not a single sign of a vampire nearby, there was no point in waiting any longer.

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