I remained awake until dawn, but nothing else happened. As soon as the sun rose I snuck outside and gathered the flashcards. No sense confusing the apartment manager with these things, and my sanity wanted evidence that it had really happened. Charlie woke up at around eight looking a lot better. We ate a late breakfast and I related what happened after he fell asleep. I even showed him the flashcards.
He flipped through them and shook his head. "I'm really sorry I got you into this mess, Misty," he apologized.
I shrugged. "No harm done, and I can say I met a vampire. Well, just as long as I'm not saying it to a shrink," I replied.
"But you could have been killed, or worse," he objected.
"I could have, but I've got all my blood intact and so do you, so what are you going to do now?" I asked him.
Charlie tossed the cards onto the table. "I'll keep away from the area and hope he follows me. Maybe he'll get bored and go to another state," he told me.
"Just don't lose too much sleep over it," I teased.
He smiled. "If I do I know where I can go for a nice, comfortable couch," he pointed out.
"Yeah, but if you stay around long enough I'm going to start charging you rent," I returned.
"I'll risk it," he chuckled.
Charlie left soon after breakfast, and I prepared myself for some well-earned sleep. As I lay my head upon my pillow I couldn't help but realize my hours were much like those of a vampire. Maybe we did have a few things in common.