'Uh, would you like to explain why Zacky has Elsie nearly in a headlock drinking her blood, and Lacey's looking like 'Oh yeah, I've been there done that?' It was really hard to get that sentence without stuttering because 1. I'm drunk 2. My friends have turned into blood bags 3. There is a beautiful topless man on my bed. More so the third one. And all he did to make it better was smile and motion me to the bed.

'What the fuck is going on?' Curiosity killed the cat.

'This.' I was kneeling in front of him waiting for an answer when he sat up and sank his teeth into my neck. So, now curiosity killed Emily, because fucccckkkk I was in heaven. It felt like I was being drained as he latched his teeth onto the part where my neck and shoulder meet, but it felt so good all at the same time. I could feel blood rushing to my head and my heart start to pound and I knew I had to lie down. Without warning I fell backwards onto my pillows a bit shocked when he was still on top of me. In shock, delighted shock.. My arms went around his neck as he began pulling my dress up around my waist. I could feel my cheeks burning as I remember that I was in red lace hot pants with ribbon tying each side together. With a matching red lace bra of course. Small moans escaped my lips and we started kissing again, his lips crushing mine. At this point my dress was removed and fucked on the floor and I didn't really notice him taking his pants off. Oh my lord. He had black silk boxers on and it took all my willpower to tear my eyes away from them. The pleasure from his bite was overflowing now and I bit down on his shoulder and dug my fingernails into his back to stop from screaming. He took his head up and stopped to smile at me before moving down my body. After that I knew I was conscious but have no coherent memory of what happened.

I remember dreaming the rest of it though, but definitely knowing it was a dream, because the pleasure could not compare to what I remember from when I was awake. Anyway, I'm not going into detail about my 'fantasy'.

The morning after, I woke up by myself, under my velvet duvet.. Naked. My, oh, my. I had a killer headache from them one too many vodkas that I don't remember drinking. But it did make sense that there was a litre bottle of Absolut on my dresser. I was feeling incredibly hungry, but not for toast and scrambled egg.. I lay in bed thinking over the previous night, how everything changed and what was found out. I let a rock star suck my blood, and caught my best friends in the act of it too. Shivering, I got up and put the black shirt laying on my carpet around me. He smelled really good. My favourite perfume - Jean Paul Gaultier for men, I will admit to having a few bottles of it myself cause it smells so damn good!

I look at myself in the mirror and see that my make up is patchy and my lipstick is smeared on my cheeks.. No surprise there I guess. My hair is a mess of tangles on my head, all the way down my back. I could hear footsteps coming up the stairs, so I buttoned the shirt up, I may as well keep my dignity. Gates walks into the room, shirtless but unfortunately has his pants on again.. Damn!

'Sweet dreams, then?' He asks, winking then biting his lower lip. I wanted to bite it more than should be allowed..

'Interesting ones, I will say.' He pulls me towards him, in another one of those heart wrenching kisses. It lasts for a good five, six minutes and then he asks what I dreamt about. Shitwan. I lower my head to cover the blush that was creeping down my cheeks and neck. My hair falls around my face so I could hide it as I walked away from him.

'Uh not much really.. Just the usual alcohol induced ones!' Why was it so embarrassing to tell him about my dream? If it came to it I'll tell him about my raunchy dream…

'Well then why are you blushing? And why do I think you're lying, well I know you are because I hea-…'

'You what?

'Uhh, I.. Nothing!' Then he was gone? Down the stairs and everything! 'Haner, you get back here right fucking now!' I scream from the landing, looking down into the sitting room. He looks up at me, then at Matt and Matt looks up at me and grins and winks.

As I said before, curiosity killed the cat, and I still had eight lives left. I run down the stairs falling twice on my butt on the way down. After a while my eyes began to adjust to the sight in front of me. Matt had began screaming because after Zacky stopped talking, about what I do not know, Lacey jumped and spilled coffee all over Matt's leg. Nice oneeee. Then he began pulling off his trousers. Eh, what the hell?