Beware of your good dreams.
For they may turn into nightmares.
Reeve actually felt a drop of sweat roll down his brow as he heard the exact same angelic voice he'd heard on his computer call back to him, although it sounded even more immaculate than before since it was coming from the person herself.
"But how could she be the singer? There's no way that if she were a famous opera star she would just get lost or abandoned." He thought, the question whirling around in his mind.
The eerie, yet beautiful voice penetrated the walls of his room as well as the walls of his mind and Reeve actually felt hypnotized for a few moments.
Then the song ended after the first verse and Reeve wondered what had happened.
A few seconds of uncomfortable silence followed.
Reeve didn't hear the water running, but he didn't know if that meant the girl had finished filling up the tub, or had simply turned it off when she began to sing.
Part of him wanted to enter the bathroom and see if something had happened, but the rest of him knew that would be impulsive and stupid.
Just as he decided to go to the door and just listen through it, he heard the doorknob turn, slowly.
Reeve stood up from the chair, his eyes fixed on the door as it slowly began to shift open.
As it did felt… cold air enter the room, though that would have been impossible it felt like a cold wind just blew over him.
The door opened all the way, yet no one stepped out.
He waited a few seconds… nothing.
Just walking over to the doorway wouldn't do. It would be inappropriate. So instead Reeve merely walked until he was in front of his bed, the side of which pointed in the bathroom's direction.
It was then that he saw the girl, still in her dress, standing behind the doorway,
She was smiling… but… what was with that? It didn't feel like a normal smile, or any of the ones he'd seen her wear before. It looked more like the permanent curve in a feline's mouth, whether it be a cat or a lion, pursed up regardless of what was going on.
And her eyes, the way they stared at him was much different than usual. It was as if she'd marked him. It wasn't a look of affection or anything on an emotional level; it was a look of a predator that had just found some suitable prey.
Reeve didn't let that shake him too much. Or at least… not enough that he really showed it.
He swallowed.
"Did something happen?" He asked her as the girl walked out of the doorway, towards him.
"You're such a nice boy." She told him, not seeming to hear what he'd said.
"'boy'?" He thought, not understanding why she would say such a thing.
"Um… thanks." He responded hesitantly.
The smile on her face deepened, though he wasn't sure that was a good thing.
"I haven't thanked you yet… have I?" She asked, Reeve not sure if it was a genuine question or a rhetorical one.
"…for what?"
The girl's head tilted just a bit as she neared him.
"I came back out here to see you."
One of his feet took a step back, and he had no idea why it did.
For some reason it felt like every muscle in his body was frozen stiff in fear.
"What's going on? Why is she acting so differently?" He asked himself in his head as she reached him, reaching out with one of her hands and touching his cheek, which twitched at the unfamiliar contact.
The hand moved back along his face until it reached the back of his head and held it.
She leaned forward, her face approaching his.
Just as their lips were about to make contact his head jolted back, though not that far since her hand was in the way.
He saw her smile deepen even further as she moved forward once again, this time holding his head still so it couldn't move, and kissed him softly.
His surprise at the kiss allowed her to get her tongue into his mouth, that combined with the fact she was tugging at his belt, made his expression go wide.
One of his hands rose slowly, as if moving through some thick substance that resisted it, as she opened his belt and pull it off with a sliding sound, the thing making a noise as it hit the floor that he, for some reason, could barely hear.
The hand that had removed his belt came up and intertwined its fingers with the "freed" hand of his as she slowly pushed him over, lying the both of them on the bed.
His other hand tried to rise but the hand that had been holding his head moved to cover that one with her own as well.
Reeve felt his body trembling.
Why? What was this? This… hesitation. He'd never felt it before.
She moved up a bit, far enough away that he could see that she was pleased with this.
"What the hell is going on?! Why won't you move?! Why is she acting this way?!" Reeve yelled inside his head at his body.
Her hand pulled his down, the rest of the girl sliding down his body until she'd gone down past his stomach.
She pulled the fabric atop the button of his pants off with her teeth, then moved to the zipper….
"Charisma." He thought, his mind suddenly going clear and the trembling ceasing.
"That's all it is. This 'power' of hers, it's nothing but unshakable charisma; something I couldn't see because I thought she was different than most people." He continued to ponder in his head as she pulled the zipper down with her teeth.
"Though it does fit your uniqueness; being a girl who uses her charisma to rape males. I've never heard of that before." He spoke out loud, staring at the ceiling.
The girl paused, taking a moment to look up at him in curiosity.
"It's actually rather painful… this realization." He spoke, his left arm beginning to tremble again, though for a much different reason.
"In the end, I was nothing more to you than a mark, like some sort of experiment."
She continued looking at him, though her mouth began to dip towards his pelvis.
"I wish I'd left you in that alley."
The girl flinched, and he felt the force holding his hands down lessen.
He threw her hands from his own and turned away from her, lunging over the bed and rolling as he hit the floor, pulling the zipper back up on his pants and re-buttoning them as well before coming up again and pulling the drapes covering his window open, revealing a large window that stood three-stories above a large garden below.
"I can't believe I actually let my guard down when I was around you." He regretted out loud.
She stood up, looking down for a moment.
His resolve shook for a moment, wondering if she was too ashamed to look up.
Then her head rose confidently, shining blue eyes looking at him as if he'd just made it more interesting.
"Come on, now. Don't be so stubborn." She spoke almost playfully before disappearing.
"What?" He thought, backing up into something.
Hands came up and held him still from behind, causing him once more to give a surprised expression as he felt her breath on his neck.
"There, now. Don't worry, this won't take long."
A second later Reeve felt teeth bite into his neck and his eyes bulged.
"Agh…" He grunted as his left hand's veins pulsated, the same time he felt the blood in his neck rapidly being sucked out.
"You… damnit!" He yelled, a roar that came from deeper inside him than he knew possible, tearing himself from her and spinning around, grabbing the back of her head and throwing her back onto the bed, stepping back once more as he held his bleeding neck.
It didn't take long for the vampire-girl to get back up and off the bed, walking towards him once again.
"No." He told her with a strained voice, despite the fact she was still coming.
"No more handouts for you. You're going to have to work for your meal!" He roared before turning about and diving out of the window, shattering it and getting small shards embedded in his body as he aimed for a tall group of bushes.
He hit his mark, of course he did, but that didn't keep him from feeling like his bones had been crushed when he landed in them, still taking a good brunt of the fall,.
Still, despite his wounds, Reeve leapt out from the bushes and ran through the maze of tall flowers and plants.
At the very least he had one advantage over her; he knew the layout of this garden.
It was faint, but Reeve heard her land in the garden as well. The elegantly quiet sound seeming perfect for her.
"No more flattery." He thought, not stupid enough to say it out loud.
"There's always a way to kill something. And if nothing else, decapitation should work." He continued to think, making rights and lefts so quick it soon became more muscle memory than conscious thought.
Considering that she had been strong enough to hold him down, she was probably capable of just walking through the hedges and plants, but he doubted that she would.
It didn't matter, regardless, he was almost there.
His left arm was disconnected and he had cuts and bruises all over his body, which was to be expected when you jump out of a window that's three stories off the ground.
"How ironic." He thought, even his mind's voice sounding strained.
"I rescued her when one of her arms was disconnected and she'd been hurt, now she's chasing me when one of my arms are disconnected and I'm hurt."
Suddenly the maze ended, and he came upon a small clearing with a white pagoda in the middle of it, the area around it and, since this was at a very corner of the property, around the edge of the walls of the clearing was covered in roses of various colors.
Climbing roses covered the 20ft tall walls and regular roses were spread across the perimeter of both the pagoda and the clearing.
This, he had actually designed himself, when the garden was being built.
Strange, as he walked across the clearing and up into the pagoda he thought he saw a blue rose.
"Impossible. They don't exist." He remarked, staring up at the support beams of the pagoda and spotting a long box held up by the rafters.
"There you are." He spoke, his voice no longer sounding strained.
He only had two friends. One of them was Nathan, and the other lie in that box.
Reeve's mouth actually turned upwards for a moment as he looked at the box, feeling what was inside of it.
Then he brought up his hand and pushed his shoulder back into its joint, having no choice but to growl out in pain and frustration since he didn't want to bite his tongue or crack any teeth.
She would definitely know where he was now, and more than likely had gotten tired looking for him.
The vampire girl would be here soon.
Reeve reached up and grabbed hold of the box, pulling it down from the rafters and setting its dusty form on the floor of the pagoda.
His heart faltered for a moment.
Even though the girl was obviously trying to kill him now, his mind and "heart" remained focused on who he had known her to be; an innocent girl whose soul hadn't been touched by violence, ill intentions or anything else that was impure.
And for a second, he wondered, could she return to the way she was?
Then his left arm began reaching for the latch on the box, moving before he'd told it to, and he guessed it didn't really matter.
"Either she finds me and kills me… or she finds me and I kill her." He thought, no longer bothering to keep it to himself.
The only chance he'd had at being happy, and he was about to try and kill it. One way or the other, this fight would tear him apart.
Reeve Roswell knelt there in front of his friend, completely helpless.