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knowing in my heart that it wasn't about seizures at all.
    It took a good ten minutes before I realised I was tired and perhaps another ten before I could fight the fatigue no more. I let it wash over me, I stopped fighting it, but I promised myself, I would fight it again tomorrow.
    The next time I woke I was in bed, in a big bed, the size of a truck, in a nicely decorated airy room. Pale duck-egg blue walls, delicate furniture, gauzy curtains on the windows, the moon in full glory hanging outside. I watched that moon and thought it didn't look familiar. Shouldn't it, if I am home? The shapes to the shadows, the contours across its surface. All looked out of kilter. This was not my moon, I told myself. Then this was not my bed.
    I got up and walked over to the window and took in my surroundings. The building I was in was surrounded, at least on this side, by a large expanse of green grass, rolling away to wooded leafy trees in the distance, some twenty or thirty metres away. In this light it was difficult to tell the shade of the leaves, but they looked pretty and abundant. Lots and lots of leafy trees bordering the edge of the large green grassed area. I couldn't see any neighbouring houses, we weren't in a city, that was for sure and I knew that vampires liked cities. So, why the expanse?
    I opened the window - which surprised me as it wasn't locked - and was met by cold, frigid, clean, fresh air. We were high up, I could tell, this air was thinner than I was used to and much colder. Perhaps we were in some mountains, Colorado is mountainous, isn't it? Damn, I wished I'd paid more attention to geography in school. I wasn't sure of my surroundings, I knew damn near nothing about Colorado, or even if this was in fact Colorado as Jonathan had suggested. As far as sussing out my surroundings go and formulating a plan of escape, this sucked.
    I tried to settle my breathing and decided to explore. There was absolutely no point in succumbing to fear. Fear wouldn't help solve this mystery, fear wouldn't get me out of a potentially dangerous situation. Fear was not my friend. So I bottled it up as best I could, grabbed hold of the thought that home was back where we had come from and headed towards my door. I expected it to be locked, but like the window, it simply opened with ease.
    I walked out onto the landing and looked around. The house I was in was well decorated, lovely pale colours and pale, distressed, wooden furniture. Very un-vampire like, but charming and quaint. This had the feel of a holiday home perhaps, a place in the country to get away from the stresses of urban life. Maybe that was it, maybe the vampires I could sense downstairs didn't normally live here, but came here to unwind. It sounded like it could be possible.
    I started towards the stairs that I could spot over to the right, which I knew would take me closer to the vampires below. I began scratching at the bend in my elbow distractedly as I tip-toed towards them, then realised I could feel raised bumps where my finger tips were brushing. A quick look told me everything I needed to know. Needle marks. I had been drugged with more than just the tablets on the plane.
    A shudder ran through me and for a moment the fear almost succeeded in taking over all rational thought, but I rallied, I dug deep, because this could not be my life, it just could not.
    I never went for playing the victim, I wasn't about to start now.
    That thought and that thought alone, made me rejoice, because I was more than what I saw and felt right now.
    I was not a victim. I never had been.
    So, all I had to do was remember exactly what I was and all would be OK.

Chapter 4
The Best Laid Plans
    The vampires were all in what was obviously the lounge, a large open-plan space with light coloured furniture and pastel coloured furnishings, all very cottagey in fact. So not American or vampire, but kind of nice. Relaxing even. I sort of had the feeling it should have been a house at the beach