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Fred, didn't seem like the sort to lack quick reflexes. Any move she made could be fatal, as could any I made now.
    Shit. What now? We just kept walking, the blonde next to me kept whistling and I felt like an utterly useless piece of crap. Being in positions of complete impotence does not make me happy. I had to take control of this situation, but physical attack was not the answer.
    “So, what is this all about? What do you want with me?”
    He flicked me a glance and smiled, flashing those impossibly white teeth. “It's not what I want, Lucinda. It's not what anyone else but they want. They ask, they receive. It's just a shame your boyfriend didn't cotton on to that sooner.”
    “That doesn't tell me much. Who are they and what has it got to do with Michel?”
    He stopped walking, we were outside the BNZ Bank, my workplace, of all places. I tried not to look at it too longingly. Oh, to be back in familiar coin counting territory.
    “All will be revealed in good time. Or not.”
    I heard a soft footfall then and spun round to face the noise. Another male human, just as well presented, just as strong as my unwanted companion, but he wasn't trying to attack me. No, his job was pure distraction, because as soon as I turned toward him and away from the blonde, I felt a sharp sting on the side of my neck. Not unlike the sharp piercing prick of a vampire bite, but this was just one spot, very fine, very small. But rather than a sucking sensation, I felt like something was being pumped in.
    By the time I got my hand up to the spot, Blondie had removed the object of sharpness and the sensation of something entering my bloodstream had disappeared. Only to be replaced with a slight blurring to the scene before me, a sudden onset of nausea and then the whole world went black.

Chapter 3
Not a Victim
    I woke slowly to the hum of an engine and a pain pulsing through my head. I groaned and rubbed my temples, feeling both light headed and cotton wool padded inside. Nothing seemed to be working. My eyes blinked in the surroundings, taking nothing in, my ears only produced a thudding noise, in time with the pulsing in my head. And my hands, other than rubbing my temples, felt like they belonged to someone else. Actually, my whole body felt like it belonged to someone else, I was just along for the ride.
    Slowly the room around me coalesced and I was able to comprehend my location. On a plane, a private jet it looked like, sitting in a well padded caramel coloured leather armchair with a blanket over my legs and half way up my body. The blanket was cream mohair, so soft and delicate. I ran my fingers along it and realised I was able to feel a lot more than a few minutes ago. Sensation was coming back to me, which was a relief, but memories of how I got here were not.
    That thought woke me up completely and was immediately followed with others. Who were the people on board with me, where were we going and where had we been? And then,  the most frightening, who the hell am I? I started to feel clammy and hot, but a deep seated coldness began to churn in the centre of my stomach. Something was so very wrong about this situation, so very wrong indeed. But, I had no idea what it was, or what I should be feeling. That alone was enough to terrify me though. I suddenly felt very alone and very, very scared.
    My eyes flicked around the cabin of the plane. Everything was top notch. These people had money to either hire a jet like this or maybe even own it. It had half a dozen comfortable caramel coloured leather armchairs, like the one I was seated in, polished mahogany tables and a side dresser, covered in bottles of top shelf liquor. A 50 inch plasma TV screen, which was showing a movie of some sort. And about half a dozen vampires littering the space.
    I knew this, I'm not sure how, but I knew they were vampires without a doubt and I also felt very much at home with that thought. Instinctively I knew Vampires exist and that I am part of their