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Bad Dreams

I was having a nightmare, the same nightmare I've been having since I was eight years old. It was the day my family was attacked by a group of vampires. My older cousin Leo and I were sleeping in a motel room in Baker, Montana. My uncle, mom and dad were discussing a plan to kill a nest of vampires that moved into town. I heard a noise outside and I got out of bed and went to the window in the bedroom.

"Timi, go back to sleep," my fifteen year old cousin said as he looked over at me.

"But I heard something Leo," I said looking out the window.

Leo got out of bed and tried to pull me away from the window.

"Nothing's out there, it's just the wind," Leo said looking down at me.

Two hands were slammed against our window and a man with many sharp teeth hissed at us. We both let out screams and tried to run to our parents, but the window shattered and Leo was pulled away from me. The one vampire bit into Leo and I stood frozen in terror. My parents came in with my uncle and they all had machetes in their hands.

I don't remember much after that, but the next thing I know I'm waking up with blood caking my body and scratches all over me. My family was strewn about the motel bedroom and blood smeared on the walls. I couldn't move and I couldn't breathe it was the worst day of my life. The next thing I know I'm in a hospital getting checked out by doctors and nurses.

Cops kept trying to ask me questions, but I was so traumatized that I didn't even want to speak. My parent's friend, Bobby, who was also a hunter came to get me because he was on my parents contact list they found in their motel room. I lived with him until I was eighteen and decided to hunt on my own.

Eventually got swept into hunting with the Winchester brothers who I've been with for three years now. But I can never forget that disastrous night where I lost my family and all I could see were those fangs and the blood coating every inch of that bedroom. Almost every month I have this dream, but it's always the worst in November because that was the month it happened.

I woke up like always with a cold sweat, tears running down my face, and gasping for breath. My boyfriend Sam was up in a heartbeat and pulling me into his naked chest. I buried my face into his chest and he rubbed my back soothingly.

"It's okay, Timi. It's just a dream," Sam whispered.

"I know, but I can't stop dreaming about that day," I said sniffling.

"I know, I understand," he said softly.

We stayed like that for a few minutes in the dark, silence of our room in the bunker. My crying finally ceased and I pulled away slightly from my boyfriend. He wiped the rest of my tears from my face and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

"You okay, now?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I'm good," I said.

"Do you want to go back to sleep or just lay here?" he asked.

"I think I just want to lay here," I said.

"All right," Sam said.

He leaned back into the bed, pulling me with him and I snuggled into his chest.

"I love you, Sam," I said.

"I love you too, Timi," Sam said.

We laid like that for the rest of the early morning hours and I thought how great it was to have Sam in my life.