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and knew it was time to see Sharon. He lay there, staring at the ceiling with his hands behind his head, thinking about her. He missed her the night before being trapped at the hospital. Although it was a sickening attachment forming, he didn’t care. He knew he wasn’t being honest with the others either. What would they say? There wouldn’t be anything to say. It would explode into a mess of distrust. He looked over the room to see if anyone was awake. Everyone’s eyes were closed. He pulled away his blanket, quietly took one of Mr. Jones’ crucifixes, carried another paper cup and left the room.  He was anxious but scared to see Sharon again.
    On the way down the elevator, he likened his rendezvous with Sharon with the time he had a pet black widow spider in jar, when he was eight years old. She was fun to look at through the glass but it would be catastrophic if she ever got to him through the glass. Her bite would be deadly and he knew it. The elevator landed. The doors opened. There she was again, waiting for him on the other side of the window, like the black widow in a glass jar.
    As he approached her, his eyes were magnetized to her orange irises through the blinds. She floated a couple feet away from the broken window. His anxiety rose as he drew closer.
    “Hi,” said Shaun in a whispery tone.
    “Where were you last night?” asked Sharon glaringly. “Kylie was here waiting for you.”
    “I was trapped somewhere but I’m here now,” Shaun responded.
    Sharon licked her fangs at him. She started to weep.
    “What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked.
    “I’m so thirsty, Shaun. So thirsty,” answered Sharon, her voice shaking in riveting pain.
    An idea flashed into Shaun’s mind. Despite she was his mortal enemy, they could help each other. He could use her and the other vampires’ immortal capabilities to his advantage.
    “Help us and I’ll help you,” said Shaun.
    “Go on.”
    He held out the small cup. Sharon’s eyes widened with thirst.
    “More,” said Sharon.
    He took out his knife and slowly sliced his hand, letting several drops of blood fill the bottom of the cup. Sharon’s eyes went large with craving. She frantically fluttered her tongue on her top lip. Her fangs were exposed. She glared and panted at the sight of the fresh blood. She hissed at Shaun for teasing her.
    “You can have this but you have to help me,” said Shaun in a serious tone.
    She paused and flew around the window for a moment.
    “What is it you want?”
    “The people here and I need to leave.”
    “And go where?” asked Sharon, staring at him coldly.
    “I can’t tell you,” answered Shaun.
    She squinted at him with suspicion. 
    “Find me a vehicle for twelve people,” stated Shaun.
    “Clever Shaun.”
    “Come back tomorrow night. Just you. You can have more when I tell you more.”
    “Give me the blood,” demanded Sharon.
    “Do we have a deal?”
    “Yes! Now give it to me!” she said furiously.
    He carefully handed the paper cup out to her through the broken window. She grabbed it from him and drank as if she had been dying of thirst for days. She exhaled closing her eyes in an intoxicating, euphoric state and then flew around the window again in a joyous stupor. She floated back to the window and looked at Shaun as if she just had the best sex of her life.
    “I’ll look for your vehicle,” she said with a calm voice and dazed eyes.
    “Meet me here again at three a.m. tomorrow,” he said.
    Sharon flew off into the night. Shaun felt strange. His vampire wife was helping him find a way for them to escape their dilemma in exchange for blood. It was necessary. Soon the supplies would run out in the tower and he and the others would be in a serious predicament. This was his dark secret. He wasn’t telling the others. They didn’t need to know about it.
     
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    Shaun woke the next day at two thirty p.m. to the loud voices of Tommy and Chris bickering over a TV. Chris held Tommy back. He was