Vampire Gifts

Accidents

    Though it was late in the afternoon, the sun sets late so the forest was still blanketed in a warm summer glow. Deciding against walking within the forest itself, mainly scared to see a figure once again, I walk on the sidewalk along side it.

    For a while I really didn't think about anything, I just listened to the cars passing by to my right and the occasional conversations of people walking past me. This is why I love the spring and summer, you could just go for walks outside without people thinking you're crazy. If you say you just want to take a stroll when it's winter and like 20 degrees out, you're probably going to get some weird looks. That's why I take advantage of the time I have when I have it. Sometimes Ronnie comes with me, but more often then not, I'm left alone to enjoy the warmth of the sun and the silence of my thoughts.

    It's almost six thirty when I decide to walk home. Considering I had been walking for more than an hour, it would take that long to get home. I turn around to start walking just in time to see a car speeding towards the sidewalk, and by default, me.

    Anything that had ever happened to me was a mystery, all I remember is that I was walking somewhere and then there was pain. And pain ever since.

    Since it just occurred to me that I don't even know where I am, I open my eyes and look around the room. Despite the fact that the room is pretty large, it is relatively empty. The only real furniture is the huge bed I'm laying on, a dresser in the far left corner, a desk to my right, a sofa, a table, and some chairs. Had the furniture been in a room any smaller, I'm sure it would have looked like a lot more. A clock on top of the dresser reveals that it's eight o' clock. But the most noticeable thing about the room by far is the man sitting on the sofa not moving. 

    My first instinct is that he's dead. I was knocked out and woke up and now I'm in a room with a dead person. But there's something about the expression on his face that seems to serene. It holds too much expression to be dead. Much like how an artist can trick you into believing marble is an actual person. But nevertheless, surely no one can stay still that long, not moving a muscle even to breathe.

    Should I try to help him, if he is even still alive? My pain says no but my basic human morality says I should at least see if he's alright. Urging me to go even further was the thought that the man might have been my savior. 

    I sit up, and immediately regret my decision. Before I can stop it, a small, barely audible scream passes my lips. My whole body is in far worse pain then I've ever felt before. I force my legs over the side of the bed and I stand for a whole of two seconds before I crumple on the floor in an extremely painful heap. No doubt I had more than a couple bones broken among other injuries. 

    As I look from my position on the floor, I can just see the man look up in surprise and stand. I'm surprised for a second, but that's just before I close my eyes and pass out.