Forever May Not Be Long Enough
Chapter One: A Strange Dream.
I have this dream.
It comes every night ever since I turned sixteen.
I would lay on a bed with red silk sheets covering my naked body.
My long brown hair comes in waves, they cover the pillow I lay my head on.
I breathe a lot more slowly yet deeply, like I'm asleep.
My eyes search the room before me, in awe of it's rich colouring and history.
I remove myself from the bed, the sheet turns into a long flowing dress.
Bare footed, I walk out of the bedroom to find a long and winding hall.
Lighting cracked across the angry sky, thunder boomed getting closer.
The windows were open, blowing the blood red curtains against me.
I looked at the paintings that hung on the walls, some were unsettling while others were erotic.
Then, the sound of a beautiful melody began to play.
Goosebumps run up my arms, I'm instanly pulled to the direction where the music is coming from.
Getting louder and louder, I shut my eyes and place my hands on my cold arms.
Reaching towards the door, it opens all by it's self and I enter the room.
Red and black are the only colours here except the golden glow of the candles.
My feet headed to the middle of the room until the music suddenly stopped.
I reopen my eyes and let my hands fall down from my arms.
The door shut with a click, a key turned the lock.
A eeire mist began to form the room, I looked down to find I couldn't see my feet.
Then, a strong presence was coming ever closer to me.
I bit my lip from it trembling, my palms began to sweat so I dug my nails to stop it.
"Be strong, girl. It's only a dream" I say to myself.
But it was never enough.
A gentle caress sneaked through my hair to the nap of my neck, teasing fingers stroked the base of my spine.
I whimpered under my breath, never had I been touched like this before.
It was simply sinful.
"Ah..." Whispered a male voice to my ear.
It echoed in my mind, corrupting my thoughts of tempting desires and passionate what ifs.
His fingers came to cup my neck, they were cold as ice but really they were burning my skin.
"Please," I cried, letting a loose tear fall down my cheek.
His other hand quickly caught it by his thumb, wiping it away with such gentle care.
"You weep for me?" He asked, his fingers curling my hair.
"Who are you?" I replied, my voice was weakening with each word I uttered out.
He chuckled softly as he let his hand roam down to the rise of my breasts.
"No, not there!" I begged.
But he didn't listen to my pleas.
He cupped one, teasing the nipple until it peaked through the dress.
I groaned with each sheer pleasure that boiled through me, sending raw messages all over my body.
That dull ache down there pounded, I rubbed my legs together to stop the intense agony.
"Please, tell me who you are!" I gasped, feeling like I was going to fall if he didn't stop.
Suddenly, he twirled me around so I could face him with my hands lay on his broad chest.
"Look at me then." He said, deeply.
I shut my eyes, taking each breath as it would be my very last.
Swallowing hardly, I slowly rose my head and reopened my eyes.
My God, I was lost in a pool of grey-green eyes that magically turned blue.
His lips were lush and full, it was pulling me to let them embrace mine.
"What do you see?" He asked, sadly.
"Someone beautiful," I replied, breathlessly.
"Look again."
He shut his eyes, then opened them again along with a wide smile.
I screamed in total terror of the sight before me.
No longer those amazing eyes, they were blood red and dangerous.
His perfect white teeth had two large fangs, sharp and ready to eat.
Oh God, he was a vampire!
I tried my hardest to break free from him but it was too late.
He sunk his fangs in my neck, drinking my blood until there was nothing left.
I collasp on the floor, breathing my final breath until I died a gruesome death.
I would awake in sheer terror, covered in sweat and tears pouring down my face.
My name is Athena Roberts, I am 23 years old and I'm haunted by a vampire.
Author's Note: Okay, This Is My First Dracula Fic So What Do You Think?