I've running for my life for a while now, holding and grasping to that thin thread of hope that able me to stay alive.
The thick spread of rainforest-like vegetation combined with the foul smell of rotting wood only made escape harder. Massive canopy trees with tangled vines hanging in a low arch thrived and flourished in this part of the forest, trapping every life form to have set foot in this death forest, and providing a natural barrier against outsiders.
I could almost feel its hot, thirsty breath as it slowly closed the gap between us, and cutting through the thread of life I so desperately clung to. It was as if an invisible cloud of feelings of violence, thirst, hunger, and despair had draped over us, and mercilessly slaughtered every strand of the remaining bravery I had left in me.
Suddenly, my legs gave away, and up goes both of my arms. I tumbled down a slope and landed in a tangled mass of lush, undergrowth, with my mind in a state of complete turmoil.
What was I even doing here?
Shouldn't I be in my familiar, cozy room, under the safe covers of my cotton quilt, and not running for my life in some unknown, mysterious forest? The thought loomed in my head for a while as I continue to run for my life. Both of our motivations are obscure.
Oh my god.
I could feel my head starting to become dizzy, and my body began to sway awkwardly, like the way you first danced with a boy at a school dance where all the girls would be on one side and the boys the other. My jeans were somehow soaked through in a deep, mahogany-crimson color, which obviously was blood. I tore off a piece of fabric from my blouse to wipe away some of the dirt from my leg wound, and discovered that my arms too, were shining with blood.
Normally, I would've fainted right there, after seeing so much blood, but this, however, was 100 a dream. There was no doubt about it. But I wasn't waking up. Paranoia washed upon me.
To make matters a lot worse, it had silently caught up to me.
I am going to die. I just know it. It was just one of those things where you know for sure was going to happen. In this case, I am going to die here. I'm not the pessimist kind, but I am going to die. I'll never see mom, dad, Justin, and Holly again.
With a flash of intense light, the kind that overpowered even the brightness of lightning, it turned back into its human form. A very irresistible human form. Actually, a very frightening vampire in the form of an irresistible human.
Yes, I did say 'vampire'.
He was like none other. His striking, appealing appearance acts like a bait for us humans, the prey to vampires. He had light brown hair that neatly complemented his gorgeous steel blue eyes, which were keeping a close watch on the prey, which was me.
I had to forcibly tear my eyes away from his mesmerizing gaze before realizing the situation.
He cautiously took a muffled stride towards me and leaned down. He pressed his lips lightly to my throat; a wave of arctic chill blew through my body. Then, he sank his chilling, needle sharp fangs into my throat, piercing my tanned golden skin.
Then it happened. I jolted back into reality, realizing-this time for real-that it was just a dream. Actually, a nightmare.
I slowly shook my buttery blond hair in terrifying confusion, and laid back onto my bed.
Two questions swam around in my head as I unsuccessfully tried to go back to sleep. Was it just a dream or was it more? Was it an ominous message sent by Ares, the ancient god of war?
I shook uncontrollably for a few seconds, and went back to my deep slumber.
