As mentioned in the description, this is based on a super-vivid dream I had a few weeks ago. I broke this into several parts or "scenes," which was how I experienced it. I edited a bit to make the story flow more and to avoid including any of the personal information I remember mentioning.
Also, I am obsessed with Vlad.
Which you probably guessed already since you're reading this.
o_o
- 1 -
I heard it more than saw it.
A piercing whistle cracking the air. A deep, guttural thud.
Looking both ways, I swallowed. There was nobody around. I crossed the street in a jog and made my way down the hill. The wind whipped the grass against my ankles as I crossed the stream dividing the properties, the heavy grayish sky lighting the ground an electric green.
The hole was nine feet wide, and he clutched his shoulder as he dragged himself onto the grass. His clothing was torn and singed. Long, white hair hung in glistening, frayed strands over his face. I knew him from the tabloids immediately.
"You."
I stared at him silently.
"What year is it?"
"It's 2015," I uttered. "July of 2015."
Breathing ragged, he steadied himself. "Where is this?"
"Ohio - America." The man nodded once, eyes darting around in thought. "Sir - Mr. Masters - my car is parked just down the street." Cobalt eyes returned to me with renewed interest. "Please - we need to get out of here as quickly as possible. I'll help you."
After watching me carefully for a long moment he nodded. Perhaps he thought me to be a one-time fangirl or hoping for money. It was obvious that he could easily overpower me regardless. I reached out hesitantly when he took a stiff step. "I'm fine," he rasped.
The steady howl of the wind rose as I turned to lead him back.