Hey folks! I just had theeeee best dream last night and I just had to share it with someone! This is in no way based on Twilight or any other vampire novels, just my imagination. It was so cool when I dreamed this it was like a movie staring me. I wished it could have lasted for ever. I've been replaying this all day in my head. I'm thinking of adding on to this to make a full fanfic of it but for now it's just a oneshot.

The snap of the lemon leaving the tree into my hand was an uneasy reminder of the cracking of a twig, breaking into two pieces by an undistinguishable force. Once I had gathered the two citruses in my palms I made my way over to the occupied pick-nick table on the opposite side of my backlawn. The inhibitor of this table was surprising and startling. A man, who seemed to be in his early twenties with unnaturally pale skin and copper tinted hair, had his back to me while slouching with his upper torso hung over the wooden beams of the table. His dark grey hoodie rose and fell with his irregular breathing. I stopped beside him and put the two lemons on the table with my hands covering them so it would be more likely he would choose the one in poor condition.

"Which one do you want?" I inquired in a playful voice, but the response bask was like nothing I'd ever imagined. Slowly he lifted himself out of his depressing posture and met my eyes with two blood stained orbs. I couldn't help bet take a huge gasp at the sight of them.

Then in a low, dark, but playful voice he replied "How 'bout your arm?"

Automatically, I lifted my arm and extended out in front of his gorgeous face. I did this without even thinking, without even assessing what he was asking of me. His eyes grew wide at the gesture and his mouth began to open hesitantly. He looked like he was about to go into a coma.

"Go ahead" I found myself encouraging as I brought my white skinned arm closer to his lips. Cautiously, he took my arm into his callused fingers. After he gazed at my flesh he swiftly planted his teeth into the under belly of my upper arm. Like a viper striking it prey. He bit me so quickly my nerves didn't have time to relay the message of pain to my brain.

I shut my eyes and sunk to the ground beside him unintentionally. Gently, I began to throb with wanting, with ecstasy. I wanted him, no; I need him, right there. I have never felt this strong of a feeling with such a small gesture. Then it started to feel like he was already inside me, easing himself in and out. I opened my eyes briefly just to make sure my clothes were still on. How could such a seemingly painful experience feel so pleasureful?

Suddenly, it all stopped. No more throbbing, no more filled feeling, no more pleasure, I was numb. I looked back up into his burgundy eyes pleadingly.

"Don't stop" I whispered.

Shaking his head he said "No, you've lost too much blood."

That would explain the numb feeling, I thought. Nonchalantly, I took his hand into mine and rested my head against his outer thigh. Fatigue weighed my eyelids down. The cool temperature of his leg radiated through his jeans and soothed my flushed cheek.

The words 'don't leave me' escaped my lips. He then stoked my head lovingly to reassure me of his continuing presence.