Title: My Dream
Fandom: Dracula 2000
Stars: Dracula and Mary
Summary: Pre-D2000. Mary reflects on the mysterious man in her dreams...
Author: Queen Serenity
Disclaimer: None of it belongs to me, though I wouldn't mind if Dracula did. ;)
Title: My Dream
Author: Queen Serenity
Fandom: Dracula 2000
Chapter: Two – Much More
When I was about thirteen, I started my period. That night, when I dreamt of him, he was staring at me with the strangest expression upon his face… then he told me that I smelled nice. I thought nothing of it at the time, though it did seem a little strange, even for him.
A few days later, I got into a fight at school. It was over something trivial, I can't exactly remember what… the other girl was pissed at me over something, and I really didn't care.
Anyway, the girl who I was up against, Sophie, I think her name was, had me in a headlock, her arm over the lower half of my face, and I couldn't seem to get loose.
What I did next, I didn't even think about… I just wanted to get loose.
I bit her. Hard.
Hard enough that a small piece of her arm flesh tore off in my mouth.
When the teacher got to us, the look on her face was priceless. As her horrified eyes took in the sobbing girl on the ground, holding her bleeding arm, I stood there, grinning, licking the blood from my lips.
It was several minutes later, when I was sitting in principal's office, that the red haze seemed to dissipate and I found myself thinking normally once more.
My punishment was a two-week suspension. When she picked me up from the school, my mother's face was stark white. When we got home, she said nothing to me… simply pointed me in the direction of my room.
Now that the adrenaline had faded, I was quite tired… so I went to sleep, and met him once more.
I told him of what had happened, and how it scared me. He seemed to enjoy listening to the story, and the red in his eyes seemed a bit more intense than usual. He told me that I shouldn't worry about what I'd done, that the girl had deserved it for ever considering ever laying a hand on me… he even told me that it was okay, the fact that I had actually enjoyed it.
He told me that I was much more than what people saw. He told me that I was special, and, as usual, his voice soothed me.
And I was comforted, for the moment, by my dream.