The music was playing, a cheerful toon. The beautiful ball room glissining . People danced in many costumes

and mask flashed by in front of her. All where unaware of a predator holding his pray. As all proceeded to

clap , "I thought she must feel udderly doomed." Then the deathoning sound of an oppera player sounded

across the room ... then I could see the predator as he danced aroud his pray circling her. Everything about

him catlike ... he bent in giving her a graceful kiss . She was under his mesmer helpless as a fullen lamd to

resist him. Her long red dress flowed behind her the jeweled clip held her hair, a golden mask creesing her

face. Every thing about her was beautiful her red lips, almond eyes, and graceful body, curves just as they

should be... maybe that was what doomed her , did vampires have the same attraction as humans, I would

never know. Then he moved to wipe her mask from her face. How does it feel he said seductively, "to be a

puppet on my string". Her only response was a frightened breath inward. As they danced gracefully around

the golden ball room , the music sounded louder . He breathed and swirled her around, then he bent low to

her ear and said in a breathy voice. "Don't we make a lovely couple" , she looked at the large mirror in front

of which they had stopped. "Oh my"!, she said in one shakey breath , at the lack of his nonexistant reflection.

"Ummmm" , was his only response as he bent lower to her neck, "I can hear the blood rushing through your

veins", he said. No," she said emedeately, pushing him away with all the force she could. He forced her to

remane in a dancing fashion forcing her arms from her neck back to his shoulders. One moment of pain and

we will be together forever he said, holding her low as he bowed her down. You have no heart beat she said

as her hands flew back infront of her . Venom spilled from his mouth onto her chest and down her croll, as

his fangs penetrated her flesh near her heart. She cried out exscaping his grasp and running out of the ball

room and to the edge of the sea. The venom burned like icey-fire through her veins. As he approached,she

turned to him and said " I will never be yours Lossalos Draculea". With those last words lost only to the

wind she pulled from a stap around her thigh a thick wooden dagger the end carved beautifully into a

majestic handle, She stabbed the dagger through her steel throbbing heart, as she jumped from the cliff to the

howling sea below...

I awoke with a start , wondering why I had the same horrible dream every night .