To my dismay, the man bent down and put his lips around the tube, releasing the valve so that my blood flowed into his mouth. Within a few short seconds he turned the valve to stop the blood flow and pulled away, a pleased look spreading across his thin previously emotionless lips.

That action alone answered one of the questions that had been going through my mind. This man was definitely a vampire. But why hadn’t he just bitten me? I couldn’t understand. What was with all of this careful procedure?

He untied the tourniquet from my arm, then gently pulled off the adhesive tape, and extracted the needle. Surprisingly, I didn’t bleed much.

I watched uncomfortably as he pulled the tube off of the end of the needle, turned the small valve, and sucked the rest of my blood out of it.

“Very nice.” He said, and then got up to leave.

“Wait!” I stood up quickly to follow.

“I’ll be right back.” He said, his expression again turning serious as he waved a hand towards me indicating that I should sit back down and wait for him.

I sighed but decided to obey. What else could I do? I highly doubted I’d be able to push past him and make it out the door. Even if I did make it out the door, I had no idea where I was and my successful escape from the building was highly unlikely.

He left the door cracked as if he felt no threat of my escape by doing so. It was almost a mocking gesture, I thought. Or perhaps he wanted me to try to get out. I couldn’t tell. Either way, I decided to stay put.

I listened towards the opened door. I could hear the rustling of furniture, and then a scratching sound, like pencil being heavily pressed and scribbled across a piece of paper. Curiosity tempted me and I had to fight the urge to get up and peer around the corner.

Just before my resolve was about to leave me, I heard footsteps coming towards the door. The man reentered holding a small black digital camera. He glanced at me briefly and then back down at the camera as he pressed a button on top of it to turn it on.

“Stand up,” he said “and stand against that wall.” He gestured, with the camera in hand, towards the plain white wall on the opposite side of where I was sitting.

“Tell me where I am first.” I demanded, growing frustrated from not knowing.

His eyes widened a bit as if he hadn’t expected me to be even the slightest bit defiant. Then he paused as if debating on whether or not to tell me.

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