She was lying under an oak tree asleep, the sun shining on her face. What they said about vampires wasn't true. They could stay in the sun all day and not get a scratch on them. The only thing that was true was they had to drink blood. They were stunningly beautiful and as graceful as gazelles when they wanted to be. But as fierce as lions when it came down to it.
She was having the dream that so often woke her. The man came toward her only this time she realized he wasn't a man. He was a boy about seventeen with orange spiky hair. He was smiling at her with an outstretched hand calling her name.
"Rukia, come on."
She hesitated not knowing whether to trust this boy of her dreams. Her vision got blurry and she was shaken awake.
"Hey, you okay?" A familiar voice said.
She looked up into the amber eyes of a boy. She sat up and took him in from head to toe. He had orange spiky hair… and a smile that melted her heart. He was the boy from her dreams.