I'm not even sure what day it is anymore. My unconscious state could have lasted a week, or even just a few moments. As I lie here in this darkened room, lit only by a small lantern in the corner, I hear something moving about. I rub my eyes and look around, trying to find the source of the movement. Bringing myself to my knees I continue to strain my eyes. Then the sound of a whimper comes to my ears. The room is silent except for the faint crying coming from a far corner.

"What day is it?" I ask in the direction of the noise. My voice echoes through the darkness, bouncing off the stone laden walls that make up the room. I hear only the continuing sound as I await my response. "What day is it?" I repeat the question.

"I don't know," the voice replies, sounding weak and scared.

"So you couldn't find a way out of here?" I asked.

"No," the voice stammered. "I want to go. Please help me leave."

I brought myself to my feet and felt dizzy. I struggled to sustain my vertical position through a groggy head. It had been a long time since I'd eaten. Perhaps days. I finally managed to move toward the lantern and turn up the illumination. I looked into the far corner and saw the young woman curled up, her head resting on her knees.

"Have I been out for a long time?" I asked.

"Yes," she said as she looked up at me and squinted her eyes, trying to adjust to the brighter light.

I walked over to the young woman and held out my hand to her. Before she could take it I once again fell to the ground unconscious.

I awoke at her feet. The room was still bright and I could see her body trembling. "How long this time?" I asked.

"Only a few minutes. Not long at all," she replied with a shaky voice.

I stood up. Once again I was weak and dizzy. I reached my hand out to her and this time she placed her hand in mine. She rose to stand directly in front of me. Shorter than I, she looked up at me and smiled hesitantly. "Please help me leave," she said once again.

I smiled and brushed her long blond hair back behind her ear. "Thank you for being so patient," I said calmly. I leaned down and kissed her gently on the cheek, then moved to her neck where I punctured her skin with my fangs and began to drink her blood. She tensed in my grasp and finally fell limp in my arms. I continued to drink, feeling more powerful with every swallow of her crimson liquid.

After a few moments of nourishment I laid her down on the ground and took position on the ground beside her. I continued to drink from this stance, just in case another blackout occurred. It was hard enough being a vampire, but to be the world's only known narcoleptic vampire was sheer hell.

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