(Part Two) -- The Vampire Warehouse

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"Jason, did you feed? Did he finally feed? Tell me, Noble, so I can stop sleeping with one eye open around this guy." Gina said.

She gave me a shove and said, "Whatever, party boy. Just don't let me catch you getting too thirsty around me. I won't have any problem staking your ass if it comes to that."

Already they were getting ready to turn in for the night. Newton didn't say much more than hello, but he never did. He was a quiet one. It never came off as being antisocial or anything. Just...quiet. Besides, he was already headed towards his compartment to lay back on his mattress with a small desk lamp and try to get some reading done before the big sleep came to claim us for the day.

Gina always spent what little money she had to keep buying batteries for an old portable CD player that she bought at a Raider's market about 8 months back. The basement just didn't seem to be the same without hearing the echoes of her angry girl rock echoing out of her headphones. But again, it was endearing to us. We had all formed quite a stable family unit down here. One we could be proud of.

Noble saw the look in my eyes, and gave me another angelic kiss on the lips. "Shall we?" He didn't need to say another word.

Clothes were removed. Kisses exchanged. Touches so bold, so daring, and yet...so familiar. Love guided our every movement. Longing tuned the instruments for a symphony of moans and whimpers, unleashing a audible announcement of our combined happiness. Never had I known such joy. Noble was my everything. And even though he knew exactly how I felt...I wasn't going to hesitate to kiss those sweet lips and tell him again and again tomorrow...

The ringing of an alarm clock was the first thing that I heard. An annoying loud ringing...metal on metal...disturbing the last few moments of sleep that I could enjoy before waking up completely.

I kept my eyes closed, blindly reaching out towards the insane ruckus and turned it the hell off! At first, I thought Gina might have been playing one of her pranks on us, just to see if she could get under our skin. I groaned, "Why the heck would you spend good money on an alarm clock, Gina? It's not like we've got anywhere to be." She didn't answer me. I figured she was laughing her ass off in some dark corner or something. Whatever. I'm going to smash this dreadful thing right now. So I hope it wasn't expensive.

I yawned, stretching myself out as I came back to waking consciousness. That's when I felt the empty space next to me, and I realized that Noble wasn't there.

"Noble...?" It was then that y eyes...and was suddenly met with a horrid SHOCK that nearly knocked me out of my bed and down onto the hard floor below!!!

I frantically scampered under the covers and rolled myself off of the bed to protect myself! What the fuck was going on??? The light was shining directly on my face! Oh God! How long had I been exposed??? Did I suffer any burns! Oh nooooo....vampire sunburns NEVER heal! Not ever! It's the one scar that vampire bodies are incapable of repairing, no matter how many sleep cycles you go through!

“Noble??? Noble, honey, are you ok???” I cried out, but still got no answer.

There was soooo much light. Blinding light. Flooding the room from every corner. Creeping through the fabric of the blanket I was currently using as my only shield from certain death.

But as my sudden panic began to give way to reason, I realized that I wasn't suffering the kind of damage that I should have been from such an extended blast of UV rays. In fact...it wasn't causing me any harm at all. No dizzyness. No nausea. No fatigue. No burns. I didn't understand...

Then I began to take notice of the size of the blankets that I had wrapped around me. How warm they were. And big. Smelling fresh, as though they had just been washed the day before. I was hiding behind an actual bed...and not just a mattress on the floor of an old basement. There was a padding of carpet beneath me, and bedroom furniture, and...and...'space'. Lots of extra space. I don't understand. What happened? Where was I?

It was extremely disorienting, but I was too scared to peek out from under the blanket to figure out my surroundings just yet. After avoiding the daylight for two whole years now, seeing it again was a truly bizarre experience.

Confused and alone, I kept myself covered and crawled on my hands and knees around this strange bed to reach for the shade and curtains at the edge of the room, trying to re-submerge myself in as much darkness as possible.

Even then, the room seemed dangerously bright to me. I was hesitant about trying to experiment with this situation any further, but after catching my breath...I nervously reached out from under the blanket with a shaky hand. Cautious. Scared. Ready to pull it back at the first sign of trouble or distress.

I just...I can't remember the last time that I had felt the warmth of the Sun on my skin. I had almost forgotten the sensation...

I let my hand dangle out there for a moment...turning and twisting it back and forth to see if my skin began to blister and sizzle from the threat of daylight.

I took a deep breath, and I slowly pulled the cover back from over my head, looking around the room.

I saw a bed, a desk with a few academic textbooks sitting on top of it, along with a desktop computer. A skateboard was leaned up against a nearby wall next to the closet...a small, plastic, basketball hoop hanging over the top of the bedroom door.

I was suddenly startled as I heard footsteps approaching the room....and then a light knocking. A female voice asked, “You awake in there, hon? I made some breakfast. Get yourself together so I can get you to school on time.”

An ice cold shiver traveled through me when I heard that voice. My mother's voice. I'm surprised that it was so clear in my memory....considering that my mother had been dead for at least five years now.