This is my first Friends fic, so feel free to leave any sort of comment you want. It's a little different from most, I suppose. It stems from the weird dreams I've been having. It takes place after the episode where Rachel turns 30. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: They don't belong to me.

I'm 30, Rachel Green thought, as she laid back against the cool sheets. Thirty? How did this happen? It's a joke, and I'll never be married with kids by the time I'm 35 either. I was just kidding myself there. I'm going to be old and wrinkled, and no one will ever want me. Sighing, she rolled over and fell asleep.

AAAAA

He smiled in the darkness, as he heard the desperate thoughts of a woman call out to him. It's perfect, he thought, too damn perfect. He closed his eyes, and concentrated on her thoughts. Taking them into himself, to do what he pleased with them. She'll understand, he thought, when it is time. Women, people, they are too easily to manipulate. I'll make her want it.

AAAAA

"Who are you?" Rachel asked, as a man emerged from the fog.

"I'm your dream," he whispered, brushing back her honey colored hair, "I'm here to give you what you want."

"What I want? How do you know what I want?"

"I know your dreams. You're more beautiful than I ever imagined you to be. You look so sad, love, why is that?"

"It's my birthday," she began, "Wait. Why am I telling you this?"

"It's a dream. You can tell me anything."

"I suppose . . . Okay. It's my birthday, I just broke up with my boyfriend, and what if no one ever wants to be with me again? I'm 30 now, and I'm no closer to falling in love, and getting married then I was when I was 20. I'm getting older, and soon no one will ever want me."

"We can fix that," he whispered, as his lips hovered above hers, "If you'll let me."

Rachel trembled at his closeness, "Fix it."

AAAAA

"Rach! Rachel! Wake up!" Joey called, as he pounded on her bedroom door, "Rachel!"

"Hmm," she groaned, squinting against the intrusive sunlight, "It's too early."

"Too early?" Joey asked, as he pushed the door open, "It's almost 11."

"I should be at work."

"It's Saturday, Rach. Monica called because she and Phoebe are waiting for you downstairs. Wow, you look terrible."

"Thanks," she trailed off, as she fought the waves of dizziness, "Hey Joey? I think . . . I think I'm sick. Too much cake or something. Could you call Mon, and let her know that they should go shopping without me?"

"You don't want to shop? Yeah, you must be sick. Do you need anything?"

"No. I just want to sleep for a while. Hmm, what is that smell."

"What smell?"

"It smells like," Rachel paused, as she sniffed the air again, "I'm not sure. Food?"

Joey shrugged, "I pulled a steak out of the fridge. It's thawing, but it shouldn't smell yet."

"Okay, whatever," she replied, as the smell seeped into her nostrils, "Maybe it's coming from next door."

"Feel better."

She sunk back into the pillow, and smiled at the heavenly scent. I want it, she thought, I want to taste it.

AAAAA

"You're back," Rachel said, as the man emerged from the fog again.

"Of course. I can never resist a beautiful woman. How do you feel, love?"

"Strange. Tired. Hungry."

"Of course you're hungry, and the strangeness of this will soon be explained. You'll understand soon, and it will be more wonderful then you ever imagined it could be."

"Who are you?"

He laughed, "You have so many questions. I am someone who is going to love you."

"What is your name?"

He stroked her cheek, as he pulled her closer to him, "Tobias."

"Tobias," she whispered, as she looked up at him, "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do."

"Yes you are," he replied.

AAAAA

"Rachel?"

"Tobias," she called, "Don't go!"

"Who is Tobias?" Monica asked, as Rachel opened her eyes.

"He is . . . a dream. Why are you here?"

"Joey said you were sick, so I brought you some soup. Not too sick to be having dreams?"

"It's none of your business what I dream about."

Monica regarded her friend silently, "Do you know him from somewhere?"

"Monica! I don't want to talk about it!"

"Fine," she replied, taken back Rachel's outburst, "Enjoy the soup. I'll see you later."

AAAAA

"Drink, Rachel. Drink. It tastes good."

"So good," she groaned, as the warm elixir slid down her throat.

He pressed her to him, as she suckled the warm blood from his wrist. He could feel her heart pounding in her chest, as his blood mixed with hers. Her skin was on fire, as the new blood rushed through her veins, overtaking everything else. Making her his. Slowly, he lowered her back down onto her bed.

"Look at me," he whispered, "One last time before you fall asleep."

Her eyes fluttered open and met his, "Tobias?"

"It's happening," he whispered, as he watched her body tremble, "Do you feel it?"

"What's happening to me?"

"You're changing," he said, as he watched her complexion turn a creamy white, "Sleep love, and it'll be different tomorrow."

AAAAA

"How's Rachel feeling?" Chandler asked the next afternoon, "Mon said that she wasn't herself yesterday."

Joey shrugged, "She's still sleeping, and it's almost five. She took turning 30 hard."

"No more than you did."

"Ha ha. You want to go and grab a beer?"

AAAAA

"Wake up love."

"Am I dreaming again?"

"You were never dreaming."

Rachel sat up, and looked around her bedroom, "Tobias. Of course this is a dream."

He smiled at her, "No. You look marvelous Rachel. Would you like one last look at yourself, before you lose your reflection forever?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Come," he said, as he pulled her to her feet and over toward the dresser, "Look."

Rachel gasped, at the almost transparent image staring back at her, "What . . . What's happening to me? What did you do?"

Tobias laughed, and traced her lips with his finger, "I gave you what you wanted. Eternal youth. Look."

He gently poked her gums with his finger, and Rachel stifled a scream as her canine teeth elongated into fangs.

"You're a vampire, love. Eternal youth and life."

She shook her head, as she stared at her newly discovered fangs in morbid fascination, "No . . . it's a dream. You're not real! This isn't real."

"It's very real, and I know you have to be getting hungry. Are you ready to eat, love?"

"Eat?"

Tobias smiled at her, and slowly opened the vein on his wrist, "How about a little taste?"

She stared at the flow of blood, as he raised his wrist to her lips, "No . . ."

"Yes."

Tentatively she tasted to blood with her tongue, and groaning as she sunk her fangs into his wrist.

Tobias held her close, like a small child, as she fed, until, "That's enough for now."

"Still hungry."

He kissed her on her lips, as they still tasted like blood, "Why don't we find you a meal? It's the last step. Then you'll live forever."

"Forever," Rachel repeated, looking over at her ghostly reflection again. Smiling, she ran her tongue over her fangs, as she heard the apartment door open, "Joey."

"Shall we?"

TBC . . .

Is it worth continuing? Let me know!