This is... going to sound odd, and somewhat unbelievable, because I'm not quite sure what happened myself.
Yesterday I went to a vampire meetup (meetup.com) because, well, I had never been before, and as a scholar of all things interesting, I was curious. Met some great people, all sanguines, and one...enthusiast, who was also there for the first time and seemed to be along the whole 'turn me' lines. Anyways, we all hung out, chatted and had a great time. The lady who runs the whole thing noticed that the barrista was 'pinging her radar', so to speak, so she started up a conversation with him, and he seemed very interested, and so they said they'd talk with him when he was off work (the coffeeshop closed down at eleven). I was getting a ride home with the main lady and her husband, so I waited with them until the boy came out. He seemed interesting enough, said he was an 'Astral Vampire' - that is, he could astrally project himself to feed on other people's energies. I got a funny vibe from him, but I'm really not good at interpreting others' auras or energies, so I just ignored it.
Like I said, I was getting a ride home with the one couple, because it was a bit late for the bus, but we ended up going to their house and hanging out some more. To make a long story short, we spent over three hours together, drinking absinthe and talking about weird stuff (and I gotta say, that woman knows how to make a proper absinthe drink) before I went home.
So, I stumble into bed, tired and drunk when... well, something happened. I woke up later in the night to a presence over me and a pain in my neck. It was like a shadow pressing down on me, and the pain wasn't sharp like a cut or puncture wound, but rather like a very hard pinch. I could feel it draining energy from me, and I was too fuzzy from the absinthe to focus any sort of shield or counter attack. I wan't paralyzed, but it was holding me down, and it took a monumental fight and effort just to move one arm to try and cover the spot on my neck that hurt, but even then, it didn't make any difference.
I was rather pissed off at the whole thing, but my mind was too fuzzy to work straight, and the sensation, while painful, was also strangely pleasant. I can remember moaning after a while, and not being sure whether or not I wanted to try and stop it or just go with it.
Of course, now that I'm fully awake, the whole thing seems a lot more strange and unreal. I have a suspicion that it was that one I met in the coffeeshop, but a lot of strange things have happened to me in this house, so it could have nothing to do with him.
And then, it could just be the result of drinking too much absinthe on an empty stomach, but I can usually tell what's a dream, and if it was, then it was a damn strange and real one - people rarely dream about being in their beds and having things happen there. So, does anyone else know about things like this?