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“Danielle” The voice of my mystery man and saver, who if I remembered correctly is named Rowen, I was in one of my dreams again. It was black just black I couldn’t see anything but the voice kept repeating my name.

“Danielle, open your eyes” and then I realized that I wasn’t dreaming, I tried to open my eyes but it hurt too much. I groaned in agony, my head pounded, but I couldn’t move my body.

“Danielle, don’t try and move your body okay?” Rowen warned. When he spoke to me it was the pain subsided.

“Wha?” I moaned; I tried to sit up.

“No, no” Rowen said his cold hand pushing me down “Please don’t move, just relax” I listened to him now, it was so good to actually be near his voice and feel his touch. I wasn’t afraid of him, if anything I felt the most safe I had ever felt before. But I listened to his words and went back into the darkness. I don’t know how much time had passed but when I opened my eyes I saw a concrete ceiling above me, a low dim light was coming from somewhere above my head. I could smell something good in the air it was like garlic or something. I tried to sit up but as soon as I tried Rowen’s cold hands were pushing my shoulders back down.

“You can’t sit up just yet” he cautioned.

“Why?” I whispered. Looking him in the face, he had a hard face, a very defined jaw bone, beautiful dark ringlets were scattered over his head. His eyes were not black but they were a very dark grayish.

“Your transfusion is not quite done yet” he told me checking a bag of red blood that hung above my head.

“My wha?” I was still dazed and confused.

“You lost… some blood” he paused to see if I was not afraid for him to continue “So we had to transfuse some blood to you”

“We?” I shook my head not understanding yet. Then I started to question what had happened, how I had gotten here. “Where am I? How did I get here?” but before I could get and answer I was off in my sleep world again. When I woke up again the room was dark. My body felt stiff and sore but I was able to sit up. I could see the outline of a door, I walked out and into a room that looked somewhat like a living room. All the walls were concrete there were no windows. The living room opened up to the kitchen where a small wooden table was in the middle; over across from both rooms sat a small desk with a computer screen on. I hadn’t noticed before but someone was slumped over the key bored sleeping. I cautiously walked over to the person and tapped their shoulder. Rowen jumped up at my slight touch breathing heavily. I jumped backwards in his reaction just a tad scared, how could someone be so on edge, and then I remembered what had happened.

“Am I dead?” I asked in a low whisper. Rowen just stared at me.

“Maybe you would like to sit down.” He offered he held out his hand to the couch. I went and sat down; he sat across from me on the arm of a big chair.

“I feel strange” I admitted, my entire body was somewhat limp and my head was pounding.

“That is to be expected” he nodded cryptically.

“Rowen” I whispered his name as I closed my eyes trying to remember all that I could from what had happened to me, how I had ended up here. Rowen looked at me confused.

“How did you know my name?” he asked.

“That man said it, the one that…” I wanted to finish saying the one that bit me but even to me that sounded crazy.

“You remember?” he asked surprised.

“Little bits and pieces are coming back to me” I replied. “Why didn’t you take me to a hospital?” I asked. Rowen just stared at me not knowing what to do. “What is the matter?” I asked him.

“You are so calm. You were attacked by something unnatural, brought to a strange place, cared for by strangers, and yet you sit here not really minding any of it.”

He was right. Why wasn’t this more upsetting? I needed to get out of there, but part of me wanted to stay and ask him questions. But the smarter part of me told me that I didn’t want to know the answers. Besides Chris and Michelle are probably worried sick!

“I have to go” I got up slowing not wanting to let the blood to rush to my head.

“You can’t” he told me standing up blocking me from a large metal door which I assumed led out side.

“What do you mean I can’t? I have free will and I need to leave” I demanded stepping around him and started walking towards the door. In the blink of an eye he was in front of me again leaning against the door.

“I can’t let you leave, not yet”