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me and shut my eyes.

Chapter 8
    The next thing I knew, Henry was knocking on the door. “Come on. Unlock the door already.”
    I jolted into a sitting position. I was on the floor next to the bad, resting my head on the mattress. What in the world?
    I scrambled to my feet and unbolted the guestroom door.
    “A year in the grave and you still aren’t caught up on your beauty sleep,” Henry quipped, smiling. It was an olive branch. Obviously he was going to pretend our conversation earlier hadn’t happened, which was fine by me.
    “What do you mean?” I asked.
    “You’ve been sleeping for, like, 18 hours. Which is weird because I thought we figured out you didn’t need to sleep.”
    “Huh?” I was confused.
    “After you went upstairs, I assumed you just needed to be alone for awhile. I got worried around 10 last night so I finally came to check on you. I tried to get you to open the door but you wouldn’t. Just kept repeating that you were fine.” Henry looked at me strangely. “You remember this, right?”
    “Um, yeah,” I fibbed, biting my lip.
    “Anyway,” he continued, “I decided that the undead really do have to sleep and you needed lots of it. But I had no idea you’d sleep all the way to Sunday. And all the way through Sunday, apparently, if I hadn’t gotten you up now.”
    18 hours! I’ve been asleep for 18 hours?
    “It’s been so overwhelming. I guess I really needed the rest. I feel completely refreshed now. Almost like my old self.” I hoped my voice sounded normal.
    Henry nodded. “Good. My parents will be back tonight so this is the last day we have the house to ourselves.”
    “And you have school tomorrow,” I said.
    “Yeah, so instead of us spending the day arguing and trying to figure out this crazy situation, why don’t we do something fun?”
    “That sounds perfect! What did you have in mind?”
    Henry grinned. “Sunday matinee. Like the old days.”
    I smiled back. Henry knew me so well. What would I ever do without him?

Chapter 9
    The first few days on my own were weird. It helped that Henry’s parents worked extremely long hours so I could still spend the daytime around the house. By 7 or 8 at night I had to be holed back up in Henry’s room. It was a pain. The hardwood floors were old and creaky, so I couldn’t walk around in the attic unless he was up there with me. Even then, only one of us could move around at once. But I knew this was a temporary situation.
    There was also the whole ‘sleeping’ issue. Every couple of nights I would get a dull ache in my head – not painful, just intense. And before I realized what was happening, I’d be out like a light. Henry thought I was just sleeping – and I planned to keep it that way, at least until I understood the blackouts and could figure out how to control them.
    On top of everything else, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. For no reason, the hairs would stand up on the back of my neck as though someone were behind me. The first few times it happened, I’d spin around, ready to fight whoever was there. But no one ever was.
    Maybe I should have kept my guard up, but for what reason? I had no way of knowing what was about to happen.
    When I finally met my stalker I didn’t stand a chance. I was watching TV downstairs – my routine for when Henry was at school – when I was tackled from behind. This time, I hadn’t even had the hair-on-back-of-neck warning.
    The intruder shoved a gag in my mouth and pulled me off the couch in one swift move. I struggled and tried to whip around to see who – or what – was attacking me, but a cloth bag was pulled over my head and secured around my neck by some type of strap.
    I was dragged backwards for several feet, flailing in all directions, kicking my legs wildly. My attacker pulled me off of the ground so that my feet couldn’t touch the floor. “You’re coming with me,” hissed a gruff male voice. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way,