At first I argued with myself on whether or not I should clue my friends in on the mystery marks. I left them at the end of the day with hardly a word spoken. I needed to go home first. I needed to clear my head before I decided to tell anyone anything.
I arrived at home and found that the house was empty. My mother was still at work and my father, who worked from home, must have stepped out. I was relieved at that...I was in no mood for questions. And the first thing I did was head to the bathroom to look in the mirror. I closed the door behind me. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as I gently pulled back the collar of my shirt. My heart jumped when I saw that the marks had finally disappeared. I breathed a sigh,
though not really from relief. Something strange was going on inside my head, and I hadn't the faintest idea why.
That night was restless for me. I slept, but it was not a peaceful sleep. My brain was wracked, yet again, with dreams of this man.
I was lying on a bed of clean, white satin, wearing a white lace nightgown. The long, bell sleeves hung gracefully, covering most of my hands and the skirt ended well past my feet. Something in my head told me I should run, that I should not remain there. But my heart shouted something entirely different...stay. I sat upright on the soft mattress and looked around the room. Mist swirled freely around me and wispy curtains made from some transparent fabric blew in an undetectable breeze.
Suddenly, I felt air on my ear and heard the breath that produced it being exhaled with a sigh. I turned my head only to see his face a mere inch away from my own. His sharp eyes pierced through me as he seemed to appraise me with his glance.
My first reaction was to fear him, but that seemed to quickly fade as I saw traces of raw emotion dance in his eyes. He raised a pale and cold hand to my face and whispered my name.
"Jenna.."
Suddenly, I replied with, "Dracula..."
And then he kissed me. The kiss was slow at first, but soon became impassioned and urgent. I found myself slipping beneath him as he positioned himself above me. I grabbed at his back, gripping at the black coat he wore. His lips moved to my ear again, and just like the first dream, he again whispered, "You are mine." As his lips trailed back to the same spot on my neck, he added, "Please, deliver me from this darkness." Then, a sharp pain on my neck...and I awoke.
I ran all the way to Ashley's house which was not far away from my own. Grabbing tiny pebbles off of the walk, I tossed them up to her window. I could hear them as they hit the glass then bounced back to the ground below. Ashley appeared not too long after. "What's wrong?" she asked in a projected whisper.
"Come down! I need to talk to you, now!" I replied sharply.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming." She was down the stairs and at the front door within a minute.
"What's up?" she asked.
"I had another dream." She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"You woke me up to rub another hot sex dream in my face?"
"No...Ashley...I think my dreams are real...I think Dracula is really coming to me at night." Ashley laughed.
"You're joking right? Jen, vampires...Dracula...none of it is real."
I did not reply. I just yanked my shirt back and revealed the same red marks.
TBC
