Stranger offered me a cigarette, took a bite

I was sitting on a bench, finishing off some food after a concert. It was around midnight, and the way I was sitting took me right next to the road and in full view from one of the few streetlights. Everything was fine except I had no ride.<br><br>A bit after midnight, a girl pulled up. She did not look good, but she told me she had been sober for a year and a half. I congratulated her, she asked what I was doing out so late, and I told her my story. She offered me a spot on her couch and a ride in the morning. In the 15 minute drive to her place, she told me about growing up and her first time doing heroin. It was a pretty heavy first impression, but the way she talked made my sadness for her overshadow any other emotions I had at the time.<br><br>I got my things together. Before my hand touched the door handle, I saw a man walking towards us. The girl looked like she had clocked him, then rolled down the passenger window. I was expecting the boyfriend, which I had asked about earlier. Instead, it was a random man. She offered him a cigarette. He looked and acted normal, and I assumed he was just another person asking for a cigarette. She handed him one, lit it for him, and he smoked the first half of it. Then, he reached inside the passenger window, took her forearm, held it to his lips, and took a small nibble. It was the same way a dog will tell you if you pet him wrong. I was dumbfounded, she yelped and jerked her hand away, and the guy returned to walking down the street.<br><br>We drove off and she did not stop talking about the guy. She rolled down her window and said “I love you” and I assumed she was telling me to say my goodbyes. I did not say anything. What do you say to someone you don’t even know? I asked her if she knew him, and she said she didn’t. Then, she said “I don’t know how he knew my name. But he does. I love him.” I kept prodding her with questions. <br><br>That’s when she told me the guy was a vampire. He was a long-distance truck driver, but they had spent a lot of time together. She had first hooked up with him when she was addicted to heroin. In exchange for giving her dope and money for more dope, she would give him all her money and let him bite her.<br><br>I asked her what she meant when she said she did. She said that he would bite her until it hurt. He would take little nips, but bite hard enough to break the skin occasionally. She was not ok with the biting, but she was ok with it because he told her he needed it to live. I was lost. But the girl said that because she let him bite her, she was obligated to give herself to him. She said she was his “bitch.” Coincidentally, that was also her name for him. I was lost. She told me that she loved him, and would do anything for him. <br><br>At this point, we turned onto her street. She pointed out a few houses, and told me to be careful walking between the cars in the street. She said he could be hiding in the shadows, and if he saw me with her, he would probably be angry. As we got out of the car, she whispered to me not to move if he came in the house. She said the only way to keep myself safe was to pretend I was asleep. I told her I wasn’t pretending to be asleep. She smiled. We went inside.<br><br>She locked both doors and took down the porches. I was confused, but she showed me how they were hinged. She said he had the keys to both doors. She told me to be quiet, and she did the same. She was scared. She opened the window by the couch, told me she would be right back, and ran into her bedroom. <br><br>At that point, the whole thing did not make sense. I was not afraid, because the whole story seemed like complete bullshit. I looked around the room. There were two very large pillows on the wall above the couch. I took one down, stepped onto the coffee table, and took the other one down. I held both of them against me, then I hopped out the window.<br><br>She saw me hopping over her fence and asked what I was doing. I told her I was leaving. She said I shouldn’t be afraid. I told her why I was doing it. She said it wasn’t true, and the story was just a way to explain their relationship. I was tired of hearing the story, and I wanted out. I told her I was leaving and I appreciated her hospitality. She called my name. I turned and saw her looking me dead in my eyes. I waved at her and ran. I walked around the block and called an Uber back to my house. I never spoke to her again, and I never spoke to the vampire. And Bitch, let’s not meet again.