Rain fell from a sky so dark that Kinsey was almost certain the sun would never shine again. Thunder rumbled, shaking her to her core as lightning struck somewhere close by, lighting up the forest in front of her for a split second before the darkness fell again. Kinsey trembled. She couldn't remember getting out of bed, let alone leaving her mother's old Victorian house that they had just moved in to. Yet here she was, soaked to the bone, wearing nothing but her thin slip of a night gown, out in the middle of who knows where.

"I'm ok. Just breathe," She told herself, slowly turning in a circle and squinting her eyes in an attempt to see where she was. Their new home was at the end of an older, worn down street called Spinner's End, but she didn't remember passing a forest to get there. She didn't remember a forest being in the area at all.

Lightning flashed across the sky and a tall, shadowy figure stepped out of the woods. He had broad shoulders, a fit build, and shoulder-length hair as black as the night around them. Another flash of lightning revealed a dark gaze that quickly travelled down her form in appreciation.

She wrapped her arms around herself. Her night gown clung to her curves and was probably see through at this point, thanks to all the rain. "Who are you?" She demanded.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" He countered, "you are, after all, the one who is trespassing."

His rich baritone voice somehow reached past her fear and sent butterflies fluttering through her stomach. "I'm sorry," she apologized nervously, "I seem to have gotten lost."

"How did you get here?" He asked curiously. From his tone of voice, she could tell he was frowning, even if his face was cast in shadows.

"I don't remember that either. The last thing I remember is going to sleep." She confessed as lightning flashed again.

He smirked as he stepped from the woods and made his way towards her. "Such a vivid dream, is it not?"

The way he moved sent her heart fluttering against her mind's better judgment. Long fingers reached out to tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. Heat shot through her at his touch, chasing away the chill of the rain. "Don't be nervous. You were born for this."

"Born for what?" She asked breathlessly.

"For me." He answered smugly, tilting his head towards hers.

Before his lips could touch hers, movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. Something ugly and white was limping towards them, hunched over and deformed. Her fears flared back to life, catching in her throat.

"Don't look at it." He ordered, turning her around so that he stood between her and the creature. "Look at me. See me. It's a dream, Kinsey. Control it."

"A dream," she repeated, clenching her eyes shut.

"Look at me," he demanded, more urgently this time.

Her eyes flew open as his fingers laced with hers, making her feel safe again. She met his gaze and willed away the world around them. Just like that it vanished. Now they were in a small bedroom, lit by a warm fireplace.

"I tell you to control the dream and a bedroom is what you wish for?" He teased lightly, looking around.

"It's just a dream, right?" She pointed out mischievously, "If so, this is the part where you kiss me."

"Is it?" He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head towards her again. His fingers gripped her hips, backing her up until her legs touched the edge of the bed. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

She lifted her hands to tangle them in his hair and his lips met hers. He traced her bottom lip with his tongue and she parted her for him, letting him in. One of his hands slipped around her neck, but she wasn't afraid anymore. Just like that the fear had vanished, leaving her aching for a stranger who's name she didn't even know. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder and pulled him onto the bed with her, letting him straddle her waist. If this was just a dream, she didn't need to know his name. She didn't need to know anything other than the way he tasted and the way his hands roaming over her body, tugging up her nightgown.

Her hands ran down his chest and he gasped, moving his lips down to her collarbone. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he pressed himself against her, a bulge forming in pants that suddenly felt much too tight. He pulled the nightgown up over her head and threw it to the floor, grinding his hips against hers and letting his lips fall to her breast. Her nipples hardened as he teased with his teeth and swirled with his tongue, letting his finger play with the other.

"Don't stop," Kinsey moaned as he pulled away from her.

"I don't intend to," He answered lightly, quickly unfastening the buttons of his robes.

Before he could return his attention to her body, the door of the room thundered as someone began pounding on it from the other side. Kinsey flinched, quickly sitting up and wrapping her arms around herself.

"He found us," He breathed, his eyes finding hers again.

"Who found us?" Kinsey asked, her eyes widening as the pounding become louder, only drowned out by a sudden roar.

He swallowed hard and lifted his chin, regret in his eyes. "You will know me," he answered with a determination that startled her. "Whether he wants you to or not. I will have you."

"I don't understand," Kinsey objected.

"It's time to wake up," he ordered sharply.

"Wait!" Kinsey reached for him, but he shoved her back, jarring her, and the room around them went dark.