I was running from him. I didn't know where I was going but, as long as it was away form him I was fine. I checked behind me my hair spinning around me like a black silk curtain, he was gaining on me. I had to make it away, I just had to. I sped forward, ignoring my muscles burn of protest. Wind raced by me, rubbing against my skin and bringing goose bumps to it's pale surface. My breath came in short gasps. The wind raced down my throat, which was painfully dry. My mouth was dry, so waterless as if I had been in a desert for a year without water, but I couldn't stop. I could taste the moisture from yesterday's rain; it felt like moist velvet as it ran down my dry throat. I knew I couldn't pause, not even for a second, if I did I was dead. I was going to escape I had to from this monster following me. He had killed my clan, all of them, not a single survivor. I turned to see if he had gotten closer, and unexpectedly I was falling, failing my arms out toward the ground, and cursing my klutziness. My hand connected with the ground and a shock rippled through my body. My arms gave way and I rolled onto my side holding my aching wrist to my chest, and panting. I wished he would grant me death quickly. I closed my eyes sending a prayer to the gods to save my soul. Whimpering, I waited for him to attack. He never did, instead he waked over and brushed strands of ebony hair away from my face. I bit my lip as he leaned over my body, his lips coming closer and closer to the flesh of my neck. The forest around us was silent except for nature's symphony of wind and water. He snarled and that's when I saw them, sparkling like pearls in the moonlight, he had fangs. He wasn't going to kill me gods he was going to eat me alive, like some kind of animal. I whimpered as he ran his insufferably cold hand across my skin, before leaning down his lips kissing a line down my neck to my collar bone. What was he doing? Why couldn't he just kill me? Tentacles of icy cold wrapped around my body and I shivered as his eyes slid across my prone form. His eyes were like the storm clouds that filled the sky in the rainy season; so dangerous and yet so enticingly beautiful. He ran his teeth across the pale expanse of my neck, leaning down closer, so close I could feel his breath ripple across my skin. I shivered my breath coming in short pants. He paused just for a moment before opening his mouth and biting – I woke up in my bed panting and covered with a sheen of cold sweat. I was scared that was the third occasion that I had had that dream this week. It always ended the same way, he leaned down and I awoke anxious and out of breath. I rolled over dreading the possibility of going back to sleep. I couldn't, call me a coward, but I didn't want to face that darned dream again. I tossed and turned for what seemed like hours hoping I could at least get a few more hours of sleep before school tomorrow, even if they were nightmare filled. Maybe I should stop reading Anne Rice for a while. No, why try to fool myself the dream had started way earlier than that. It had come once a year, since sixth grade, and as unpleasant and terrifying as it was I dealt through it. But I didn't know how much longer I could stand it. The only thing that horrified me more than the man in my dreams was the fact that my dream wasn't going away. It had been over a month and it still occurred multiple times a week. I felt like curling into a ball and dieing right there in my full size bed, under my silky sheets, with the moon as the only witness to my death.