There I stood, in the middle of the room. The only light was that of a candle, a flame burning low, and unsteady. Every breath shook the fragile anatomy of the tiny blaze upon the wick. The room had white walls and mahogany floors. Only one table stood in front of me, bearing the candle on its top. Looking down, I realize that I am clothed in the most beautiful white dress. Plain and simple, yet entrancing.
A sickening salty, metallic smell filled the air, causing me to breathe in a huge amount. The scent was overwhelming, but also soothing. There is a presence in the room. I tense as I close my eyes, calming myself, smelling the strange perfume that seems to consume my soul. I finally open my eyes to see that there was a sentence written on the wall- in blood.
Go to Sleep…
A Liquid drenches my dress. Holding my breath, I glance down to see that now the white had turned crimson. I smelled like blood. Stifling a scream, I cover my mouth with my hand. My hand drops like it gave up. What the hell is going on?
Something metal touched the skin of my throat. Choking down a gasp, I feel the tip of a blade press ever so slightly into my flesh. A trail of blood treads from my neck to the crease between my breasts. Shifting my eyes, I see a boy, older than I am. Wide eyes, dark pupils; they look deep into mine. His long black hair tickles my shoulder. The pure white of his skin contrast with mine, making me look tanner than I really am.
"Jeff..," I whisper softly, his name escaping my lips. A smile pulls at my mouth as i lean against him. The feel of his chest rising and falling against my back calms me and makes me feel safe. Here, standing behind me is truly the most beautiful boy I have ever seen. He leans close so his bloody lips are against my ear. Then his teeth nip my ear softly, sending tiny shocks of pleasure through my body.
"Go to sleep, my princess. Tomorrow, you will truly be beautiful."
"How, Jeff. Tell me. How can I be as beautiful as you?" He turns me to look at his face. I do not flinch. I do not gape in horror. I only smile and look at perfection. Jeff's smile seems to widen impossibly more than it already is.
"You will be mine," he says before his lips touch mine. Suddenly there is not light from the candle, only darkness…